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My misgivings about religion never prevented me from having some fun in church, particularly when I challenged Pastor Jeff’s logic. I always loved seeing him fumble for words before avoiding my questions. The validation for my belief that God was a figment of imagination was simply intoxicating.
Something else I loved were games. Particularly games where I would win every time. If I ever played games with anyone, I was usually good at picking games that would play to my strengths. So, naturally when my mother proposed the idea of spending a night at church, not something I looked forward to, I began thinking of games that would show off my intellectual prowess. Games involving the periodic table, prime numbers, and wordplay all tickled my fancy because I knew I wouldn’t be matched. Thankfully, Paige wouldn’t be there.
All those ideas evaporated, however, once we arrived at the lock-in because an even better game idea came from my mother. As much as I loved winning intellectually, she proposed a game that showcased something I loved even more: enforcing the rules. Playing was easy enough. I just had to tattle every time I saw someone breaking a rule. These instances ranged from hiding non-church appropriate movies to exposing a plot to throw water balloons at the opposite sex. I took such pleasure in seeing the fruits of these rules enforced that I almost giggled. I even relished in seeing the joy depart from their eyes as I foiled their heinous rule-breaking plots. Taking a look at Billy’s eyes made me pause, though.
At the time, I was oblivious to Billy’s futile attraction to my sister. Like most things in the social realm, I operated as though they didn’t exist if they had nothing to do with science or comics. However, something pulled me to Billy that night. It might have been the sense of longing he gave off, or perhaps it was the despair from Missy’s rejection of him. Whatever it was, I subconsciously knew that something would happen between us at the lock-in that night. Little did I know quite how far that interaction would go.
I clung to him for most of the night until Missy came over and suggested a new game.
“You guys wanna play ‘Sardines?’” she said. “It’s like hide-and-seek, except one person hides and everyone else tries to find them.”
“That sounds like a game I would be good at,” I said.
“Well, it only works with someone who’s good at hiding…”
“I’m an excellent hider! Do you have any idea how many small spaces I’ve been stuffed into?”
“Ok, fine. Go ahead and hide.”
It didn’t take me long to find a good hiding spot. No one ever checks broom closets! I knew the hiding spot was effective because it took hours for someone to find me. They took so long to find me that I even fell asleep waiting for it to be someone else’s turn to hide. Someone did eventually find me, however.
“Hi, Sheldon,” said Billy as he shook me awake.
I blinked and looked up at him. “B-Billy?” I groaned, rubbing my eyes. “Wow. You’re the last person I expected to find me.”
“I just like going in broom closets,” he said. “They usually have cool stuff.”
“Like what?”
“Brooms.”
“What’s so cool about that?”
“They have lots of straw. I don’t eat it as much anymore, though.”
I shook my head. “Alright, I suppose it’s your turn to hide next since you found me? Or how does this game work? What else did Missy say after I hid?”
“I don’t think she’s playing that anymore. She went to play spin-the-bottle with some of the other kids.”
“Hmph. I suppose I should have known the rule-breaking would begin as soon as I was gone. Time to tattle.” I started to get up.
“Wait.” Billy put his hand on my chest. Although the door was closed, a small sliver of light peeked in through the bottom of the doorway. His dark brown eyes flickered softly in the dim light as he looked into mine. “Um, I have something to ask you.”
“What is it?” I said, without breaking eye contact.
“Would… would you kiss me?”
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I had no way of knowing what my face looked like at that moment, but I’m sure it would have looked red as an apple. I could feel the heat rise into my flushed cheeks. My heart started hammering in my chest. “Well… I suppose… but why now? You’ve… never shown interest in me before.”
“Well, I, uh, I like your sister.”
I blinked. “What does liking my sister have to do with wanting to kiss me?”
“Well, I’ve liked your sister for a while now. I tried asking her out, but she turned me down. I thought I could get over it after your dad talked to me, but I still can’t stop thinking about her. Then, I remembered your dad said something about you looking a lot like your sister.” He cocked his head a bit. “He did this weird thing with his lips when he mentioned you. Anyway, he was kinda right. You do look like your sister. So… I figured if I couldn’t kiss her… I could kiss you.”
I blushed harder at the mention of my father. “T-that… logic is a little simplistic but I suppose it makes sense.” We regained eye contact. “Have you kissed anyone before?”
“No.”
“It’s easy. Just turn your head to the side… not that much… diagonally… [ sigh ] just let me.” I positioned his head properly. “There. Like that. Now I turn my head to the other side, and we touch lips like so.” I put my hand on the back of his neck and pressed him forward slightly as I leaned in. I closed my eyes as our lips met. He didn’t move at first, so I signaled by pushing his lips apart with my tongue. Eventually, he got the message and opened his mouth. His lips tasted oddly like oranges.
We kissed for a minute or two. He eventually got brave enough to put his arms around my waist and pull me in closer. Our hot breaths mingled with the staccato-esque smacks of our lips. He pulled me in tighter, so that our chests touched. I hugged the top of his back while his hands explored the small of my back. I let him touch me, pull me in. Ravish me. Our crotches touched, and I could feel his yen for me through the front of his pants. He wanted me. And, in that moment, I wanted him like I never thought I would.
I pulled our lips apart for a second. “You can… move your hand down lower if you want,” I breathed.
He looked at me. “But… isn’t that too much?” he whispered. “I mean… we’re in church.”
“There’s no one up there watching, Billy. Trust me.” I thought for a moment. “And even if there was, don’t you think he would have stopped us by now?”
Billy looked aside, then back at me. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
“Good... you can stick your tongue in my mouth, too, by the way.” With that, I pulled his face back in and grabbed his mouth with my lips.
He obliged quicker than I expected. When our mouths re-connected, he dove his tongue down my throat. At the same time, he slowly slid his hand down my back and caressed the seat of my pants, digging his pudgy fingers into my butt cheeks. As our stiff cocks bulged through the fabric of our pants and touched, Billy moved his kisses from my mouth to my cheek, then to my neck. I slowly lifted my shirt up and guided one of his hands to my exposed chest. To my surprise, he went one step further and found my nipple, gently pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. Not that dumb after all, I thought.
The heat that radiated from our bodies raised the temperature inside the closet. I could feel drops of sweat leaking down my forehead, loosening the gel in my hair, as Billy kissed my neck. Fatigue buckled our knees, pulled our legs down. We slowly fell to the floor, Billy’s hand on my chest, his lips on mine. I unbuttoned my pants and slipped them off, keeping my underwear on. The precum from my pulsing cock moistened the cotton tighty whities.
“Touch me, Billy,” I whispered. “Touch me…”
I took his hand and moved it from my chest to my crotch, letting his soft fingers glide down my front. We stared into each other’s eyes as he grabbed my cock through the white undies. I only had to move it an inch and he got the message. His mouth fell back onto mine as he softly stroked me, rubbed me. I let one of my hands rest on the back of his neck while my elbow propped up my torso, my shirt still lifted up so my chest was exposed. Then, he slipped his hand into my underwear and wrapped his thick fingers around my shaft. I gasped. His fingers were cold.
After a few seconds of letting him jerk my cock, I slipped my pants and underwear all the way off, kicking my shoes to the corner of the closet, which I realized was a tight fit. We had just enough room. Just enough. I fixed my head into a corner of the closet and lifted up my legs, hooking my hands under my knees. As if in a trance, Billy crawled up to me and replaced my hands with his. While he kissed me again, I floated my hands down to his belt and unbuckled it. Soon, Billy’s pants and underwear were down below his ass. I gave a mental nod to my father for teaching me how to unbuckle a belt so fast without looking.
Breaking from his mouth, I looked down to see Billy’s pulsating penis, the thick glans moist with a thin coat of precum. I gasped at the girth, which had to be about 3 inches in diameter. Almost as big as Dad’s, I thought. Keeping my jaw slack, I gently pushed Billy back to the other wall of the closet and bent down. He gasped with delight as I started licking his shaft, working my tongue up to his glans, soaking up the pre before wrapping my lips around his girth. I bent my head down until his glans touched the back of my throat, then backed out some. I bobbed my head up and down a little faster, rubbing his stomach with one hand while I stroked his penis with the other, following that hand with my mouth. He moaned softly with satisfaction. I could feel both of his hands fall on top of my head while I sucked. I kept my eyes closed, drinking in the smell and taste of his musky crotch.
I slurped down the engorged cock for a good couple of minutes. After those precious minutes passed, I released Billy’s throbbing meat with a juicy pop, licking my lips as I looked into his eyes. That look froze him. I kept the pace of my breaths in time with his as I crawled on top of him. I kissed him again, rubbing the side of his chubby cheek while I positioned my ass over his cock. Spitting into my hand to lube it up once more, I lathered my saliva all over Billy’s girth and then pointed the fat shaft toward my twitching hole. I prodded the glans against my anus a few times and then paused before letting it slip through my sphincter. I locked onto Billy’s eyes, held my breath. Time stopped for a moment. Then, the glans slipped inside. Billy and I gasped in unison.
The thick shaft pushed into my rectum with slow ease. I bit my lip as I sat on Billy’s cock, then lifted my ass up and sat on it again. And again. Soon the sounds of my flesh slapping onto his hips filled the broom closet. The darkness no longer mattered. Billy and I were the only two things that existed in that moment. His cock in my ass. My eyes fixed on his. I slapped my bulbous, eager bottom onto his pulsing shaft a few more times. Then, he took over.
He grabbed my armpits, keeping his penis inside, and pushed me onto the floor. Then, hooking his arms under the backs of my knees, Billy humped into me hard and fast, his glans pressing against my prostate. Squeezing my eyes shut, I clapped a hand to my mouth to keep from screaming with pleasure. Some soft squeals leaked through my fingers anyway. He slowed down his thrusting pace and pushed into me harder as he bent down and kissed my neck. Then my cheek. Then, grabbing my wrist and forcing it to the floor, his lips seized mine. Our tongues danced while he plowed me in the darkness of the broom closet.
Heat steadily rose within me. He lifted his face up some and our eyes locked. Our breaths bounced in the air, mixing with the rhythm of Billy’s waist clapping against my ass. My face bathed in the warmth of his passionate breaths, forcing sweat from the pores in my forehead. I breathed harder as his cock punched my prostate, ascending me higher and higher to my little death, my climax. My mouth fell open wider with every thrust, every slap, slap, slap! My tongue draped over my bottom lip, undulating to the beat of Billy’s clap, clap, claps! into my rectum, his meat plunging deep into my intestine. I felt nothing but the slips and slides of his thrusts and that heat, that blessed heat rising higher and higher as his pudgy hips plap, plap, plapped! into my fucking guts and he slapped his fat hand on my mouth to muffle my scream and FUCK did I wanna scream when I finally…
“Mmmm… Mmmm… MMMMMPPHHH!!…” I moaned through Billy’s pudgy fingers.
Time froze along with our bodies. Billy abruptly stopped thrusting, held his waist against my ass. His hand pressed against my mouth, pushed my head into the floor. He moaned softly while his pulsing cock spat cum into my guts, painting my rectum with white hot globs of semen. I felt them as I came handsfree simultaneously, my cock pulsing out bursts of milk onto my stomach. Some droplets landed on my chest. Slowly, Billy released his grip on my mouth. I looked into his eyes again as our harsh breaths melded once more.
“Wow,” he said after we stared at each other for a few minutes. “That was…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence, and neither could I. My breathing steadied as I kept staring into his eyes. Then, our gaze broke as he fell to the floor next to me.
“Y’know,” he said after a long silence. “I like looking at your eyes.”
I blinked. “… Why is that?”
“They’re blue, kinda like a swimming pool. I like swimming. Missy’s eyes are kinda like that too.”
“I suppose Missy’s eyes would be similar to mine considering we’re twins.”
“Yeah, but yours are more blue. Hers are a little more grey. Sometimes they even look kind of green.”
“Huh… I see what you mean.” We laid there for a long time. I contemplated what Billy said as I drifted to sleep. I’m not sure when we fell asleep, but I found out I was glad to have fallen asleep first when I woke the next morning to Billy’s snores.
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Missy took the longest time getting ready to leave in the morning. She couldn’t find her hairbrush, which she accused another girl of stealing. The controversy lasted an hour or so before a boy from across the room produced it, looking nervous. This reaction garnered several uncomfortable looks from mom and Pastors Rob and Jeff. I was too annoyed to process the series of events because I was anxious to get home and shower. My cum had dried on my stomach, making me feel like I was shedding skin like a lizard. So, when we got to the car, I was naturally irritated enough to goad Missy into hurrying up.
“It seriously can’t take this long to pack the trunk of a car,” I said.
“Why are you in such a rush all of a sudden,” said Missy.
“I need to get home and shower. I’m filthy.”
“Hmmm… are you, now?” She smirked and looked at me, flicking her eyes up and down. “I wonder why… do you know where Billy went last night?”
I froze, my cheeks flushed. “N-no. How would I know that?”
“Are you sure?” Missy smiled wider. “I’m pretty sure he found you in a closet…”
I gulped, my eyes wide. How could she know that?!
Missy drank my reaction with gusto, a sadistic grin plastered on her face. “You know they don’t lock those closets, right?”
“I-I-I d-didn’t know that.”
She leaned forward and whispered, “I’ll just keep this information in my pocket… for now. Remember that the next time you tell on me. For anything.” She winked, smiled, and finished packing her things into the trunk. I robotically pushed my things into the trunk, taking longer than Missy. I spent the whole car ride home in silence, my face red.
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