We both joined at around the same time, both in our early teens and right from the start it seemed as though we were to be nudged together, at church functions we were always paired off, then the duets we sang, it seemed the Elders were doing all they could to encourage our friendship. She, well she had those fresh open features and delicate profile, short cropped raven hair contrasting with her milky pallor and naturally red lips, full and trusting - loveliness that exuded innocence through wide green eyes - she was purity personified in fact. Me, this is more difficult, I was also slenderly built but differed in other ways, my hair was pale gold where she was dark, but my eyes were dark brown, an incongruous contrast, snub nose and elfin chin. When standing side by side in the choir, those unaware would catch their breath, so I'm told - and we sang like angels.
A couple of years passed and changes took place, the Pastor and the Elders began paying more and more attention to us. Neither of us minded, we liked each allot, which was just as well. Sometimes on our long walks together, our fingers would touch and both would blush....then we began to hold hands. That was nice, I felt close to her and felt able to exchange views on spiritual matters as we walked, occasionally we'd glance at each other and I'd see a sparkle in her eye. But, somehow things weren't that perfect, not for me anyway...you see I knew that others found her attractive, very much so but I, well I sort of respected her too much to think of her in....any of those ways. Instead, there was this strange feeling I got when Pastor Henry's young friend - the Reverend Fred - pressed close as often happened in the choir stalls....and to my shame, certain thoughts began. So far I'd held things at bay with prayer, then later, I tried cold showers too. This helped.
I suppose we would have been about eighteen, neither of us wanted to continue with our education at this stage and were wondering what to do. So, we went and had a talk with Pastor, he didn't seem at all surprised actually, in fact, all he did was ask if we were certain, then picked up the 'phone. After a short conversation it transpired that there was just the opening for us...it would be a fine start. A friend of his, well some friends to be exact ran some quite large organisations involving the church - in some way or another. I did feel rather surprised but then he went on to say that...he really felt that we should start with them....but, there was one other thing, how long had we known each other? We exchanged a look and both vaguely mumbled "about 5 years". Pastor thought for a while, drummed his fingers on his desk then looked up at us.
"I think, I really do think, its time you two got married. You see the church has work for you, you can start next week if you like, and we can find you somewhere to stay too BUT - you must be married, that would be best in the eyes of the Lord and we certainly can't have you living together in sin now, can we?" He gave a dubious chuckle.
We looked at one another horrified, neither of us had dreamed of living in sin - I think. Then Pastor continued,
"Tell your parents, we'll set the date a month from now....the wedding to be here of course and tell your folks not to worry, no expense because THIS church looks after its flock and oh yes, if you visit Stratagem's in the high street, they'll have something nice for the little lady's finger."
Slightly numb we confusedly thanked Pastor, bewildered by the speed of it all we left his sanctum, hearing him pick up the 'phone again as we did so. That was the beginning.
The wedding went off without a hitch, everything smoothly organised then - off we went to one of the church's retreats for our honeymoon, a little cabin up in the mountains, there we had absolute privacy, and the night's were bliss, so peaceful - for once changed into our pyjamas we were now free to cuddle each other to sleep just like in those romantic novels. Then, it was time to start work....Pastor had been as good as his word too for he'd somehow found us a little unit in a block of flats, he knew we would settle in just nicely.
It was only a day or so before I met our nearest neighbour in the corridor - why, it was Pastor's friend the Reverend Fred! With a friendly wave he greeted me, took me by the hand and then invited me in to his place. Quite happy and yes, rather excited to see him again I followed him in. Oooh his place was comfortable I thought, very well furnished too. Anyway he sat me down and offered me something to drink...what he gave me was lovely and cool, it had a funny sharp tang to it that I enjoyed, it began to feel warm in my tummy too. After a while, the Reverend Fred asked me to come and sit next to him on his couch, he had some church albums to show me. Nice and relaxed now, I joined him and he opened a thick volume - these were early youth groups at Summer camp he explained. As he turned the pages, I began to notice how the young lads seemed to be wearing less and less but supposed it must have been a heat wave...and I was enjoying what I saw anyway. The Reverend Fred hesitated before going to the next page and then I saw them, two boys of about my age I suppose, both lying back they had their hands in each other's pants. Nothing seemed wrong, for the Reverend Fred continued, on the next page, one boy had playfully pulled down the other's pants and....well, look how it was standing stiff and pointing! By now things were happening to me too, and I secretly hoped that the pages would keep turning. Now I felt it, the Reverend Fred had placed a hand on my thigh, I felt myself shiver, then there was the next page, both boys with pants off and lying side by side on their backs while they....both held each other's thingummies. Now I was really excited, I thought it was probably somehow wrong the way all nice things are but I was swallowing with excitement and my breathing was all funny. Softly, I heard Reverend Fred speak
"What do you think, do they look nice? You can certainly see they're enjoying it can't you, wouldn't it be nice to sort of...join in? You now, I've always thought, it would be lots of fun...to do things with you..."
His hand had undone my zip as I became engrossed in the latest picture, and I felt his fingers stroking inside, without thinking I opened my legs for him and...next I knew he had my thingummy out and was stroking it...oh it was a lovely feeling and if the Reverend Fred was doing it, it must be alright. My face must have been flushed pink with excitement and I heard him say
"Let's get those pants off you now, we can have so much more fun...just watch what comes next, and here, I'll do the same just so we're evens!"
This was really comfortable now, stretched out beside the Reverend Fred both half naked and stroking each other, I'd never felt anything half so good and besides, in a sort of funny way, I'd always liked him - lots in fact. Here he was turning another page and....what....were they doing here? One was kneeling and in his mouth he'd taken - oh no - but look at their faces. The Reverend Fred was glancing at me, uncertain, I nodded and before I realised it, his head was in my lap and the most lovely warmth came over the top of my thingy, I could feel him as he sucked me too, I wanted to make him know how much I was enjoying it so...I began to stroke the top of his head, with both hands. It didn't last though for he straightened up and after a moment, slowly turned over another page...here a lovely boy posed bent over a fence while behind him...goodness, a huge man had poked his thingummy right up...no he couldn't have, the boy was enjoying himself too, the smile on his face...something told me that this was special...and I kept gazing...until...the Reverend Fred leaned close and whispered
"That boy, he's not as beautiful as you but...he's making that man VERY happy isn't he? You can tell they're both enjoying it...and..they are both in our church! Just turn around a little...yes keep doing that to me...oooh, just feeling them tells me, you would be lots and lots of fun, so firm, round...and smooth...just stay there and I'll get something."
I wondered what it was he was fetching but looking at the picture, soon forgot for I was now very excited indeed, could I be that boy, could the Reverend Fred be that man...could I make him happy like that? I wanted to, oh yes and when I heard his voice behind me I shuddered
"Yes, I think you are suited to the Lord's work, now let me apply this blessed unction, in there, like that....nice and deep now, oh yes....and can you bear a little pain for the Lord? Then there are the rewards to follow...now bend, here, just like that...just imagine you are the boy on that fence...and relax yourself in prayer, yes, you MUST relax!"
I wanted to be the boy on that fence, oh yes so when it began, I didn't mind the hurt...but what a strange place to do it ....he was putting his thing in me - there! Yes, it hurt, but I knew how to relax while I prayed and, in it went bit by bit, while I felt the Reverend's hands clasping my hips...I felt so wanted, so needed now that I felt my prayer was already working and suddenly, he stopped. I felt full to bursting, it was still hurting but in another sort of way and I heard a muttered "Hallelujah!" from behind. I began to feel really nice, the Reverend began to stroke my inside in and out with his thingummy, he took his time though and I think it must have been nice for him - I was still bent over looking at that picture and could imagine what sort of sight I would be too, as I enjoyed the page I noticed it...the warm feeling as he pushed up and in each time...and I liked it when he pulled nearly out too, I worried he'd come out completely but no, in he slid once more, up - up...and no more pain now either...so I began to move my bottom around a bit just to feel it differently...oh yes, I could get quite used to this...I didn't mind at all and if the Lord was happy with it why...I whimpered with unexpected pleasure..hearing me the Reverend Fred breathed
"Oh Lord, what a lovely boy, so beautiful, just made for this...oh joy....let me make it last...."
We settled down then and did it together quiet for a while until, something happened and I started to quiver. The Reverend Fred cupped his hand over my thingummy, waves of lovely feeling swept over and I heaved, something squirted from me into his hand, again, then again - behind me the Reverend began to shake too, shudder and shove deep - where he held it, as he did so I felt warmth deep inside. Standing rigid he stood there for ages, then I felt him slowly slide out and then tissues were produced to take care of the amazing mess. I was uncertain what to do next but the Reverend took over, pulling me over he sat and perched me upon his knee, running hands up and down my body he said lots of nice things, how he knew I'd enjoyed it - as much as he had - that we would be having lots more joy together from now on and that, yes, we must share the Lord's pleasure for he just knew, not only the Elders but even the Leaders (I had NEVER even met one!) would like to meet me for spiritual refreshment but meanwhile, I was to tell no one, not even my wife because this was to be a special ritual and only to be shared among the chosen!
That night, happy and sore, I snuggled close to my wife - I couldn't tell her of course why I was so satisfied - but before I fell into blissful sleep I prayed, prayed that soon she too might in some special way be asked to serve the Lord and through that, gain great joy also, for in my memory I still felt those lusty thrusts as my body embraced that glorious instrument of the Lord!