Fundamental Principles

Fundamental Principals by Sin Titulo

I was having a conflict in my life over my apparent sexuality. I have a fiance, and we are talking about a wedding date, but when we petted on her couch, I found my imagination was providing a different sort of sexual stimulation. We had agreed that we would abstain from actual sex involving penetration, since our church forbade it before marriage. We both thought of ourselves as good christians and were strong Southern Baptists. My girl's father was a deacon in our church, and her older brother had gotten the calling and was attending Seminary, intent on becoming a preacher.

I have lost track of how many times I went home to my apartment after a pettiing session with her and played with myself until I had a climax. I know it is something I'm not supposed to do, but sometimes the pressure in my privates is just too much to bear. I'm not proud of doing it to myself, but then I'm definately not proud of the thoughts I have while I'm doing it either. I had decided I had to talk to the preacher of our church about the things going on in my mind and body. I called for an appointment with him, and he told me to stop by the church after work.

I work in the local hardware store, mixing paint for customers. The town has a population of around thirty-five thousand, and still has a bit of a farm town atmosphere, but it is beginning to change as developers have started building housing that sells cheaper than it does in the suburbs of Atlanta. I noticed they had started offering precooked food at the super market for those people that live in our town but have to commute to work in the city. The locals would never think of not cooking their own.

I was nervous when I pulled into the empty church parking lot. I had no idea how I could even bring up the real subject I needed to talk to the precher about, but since it was keeping me on edge, and sleepless, I knew I had to find a way. I rang the doorbell at the side entrance which was near to the Preacher's office, and after a moment, I heard footsteps coming down the hall to let me in. When the door opened, I expected to see the preacher, but the man that opened the door, was unfamiliar to me. I told him I had an appointment, and he grinned and said I'd have to be satisfied with seconds. I puzzled over his words, but he let me in and then left, closing the door behind him as he did.

The hall was only partially lighted, and dim, but I knew where the preacher's office was located, and headed that way. When I got to the door, I knocked.

"Come in!" The preacher's voice was full of athority. I tried the knob, and the door opened. The preacher was in his private restroom with the door open, washing his hands. His face looked a little flushed, but he smiled over his shoulder at me, and pulled a towel off a rack to dry himself with. He also ran the towel over his face before dropping it on the floor in the bathroom and closing the door. He told me to take a seat in one of the two upholstered chairs opposite his large wood and marble desk.

"So John, what's on your mind? You're not having second thoughts about marrying that little girl of yours are you?" He leaned back in his chair studying me. I was surprised that he'd put his finger on my dilema so quickly, and swallowed nervously.

"Actually sir. . ."

"Why don't you call me Allen. That's my given name."

"Yes sir. . .Allen, I mean. . .I have been having second thoughts about it."

"It's only normal son. You have had your freedom up until now, and marriage represents a commitment to a different life. Things you will have to give up."

"I know all that sir. . .but . . .uh. . ."

"Come on son, you can tell me anything. What ever you have to say will stay right in this room. That I promise."

"Well, I. . .it's hard to talk about what's going on in my mind. My thoughts are confused right now. I don't know what I want for certain. I can't even be sure I love Betty that much." I shocked myself having said it. "I mean I do love her, but maybe not enough to spend the rest of eternity with her; you know?"

"I think I understand. I'd say you were having a bad case of cold feet about this girl."

"Girls." I said it quietly, and dropped my head ashamed. I don't think he heard me say it, because he had started to clear his throat just at that instant. He excused himself, and went back into the bathroom, and spit into the toilet. When he returned, he was all business.

"What you need to do, is go into the church, and pray for guidence. He's a better help in this than me. The door's open, and there are some light switches just inside on your left as you go in. I'll be here working on my next sermon until about seven. If you haven't found your path by then, I'll come and get you." With a completely unsatisfied feeling, I got up from my seat, and started for the door.

"Well," I said, turning to face him at the door. "I think I'll get on home tonight. I can pray there as well as here."

"Suit yourself." He stood up and reached across his desk, offering to shake hands. I stepped back across the room and took his in mine and we shook briefly. I turned to leave, and he said; "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

In the parking lot, the man I'd met coming out of the church, was leaning against my front fender. I walked up, watching him, wondering what he might want, since he was obviously waiting for me. He was tall, and besides being a stranger, had a funny air about him he was wearing jogging shorts and a muscle shirt and running shoes. Earlier I'd caught a whiff of some aftershave he was wearing, and now I smelled it again.

He offered his hand to me, and not knowing what to do, I shook it.

"Say sport, would you mind giving me a lift back to my place? I live in Marywood," he named one of the new developments built for the commuters. "The Rev picked me up in the park over there, and my car is still parked in the lot behind my house."

I'd only driven past the entrance to Marywood before, and agreed to take him home. On the way, he told me his name was Bill W. He worked in Atlanta, for a brokerage house, what ever that was, and that he was taking a little time off from his job to keep from burning out. I wondered what kind of boss would let an employee do such a thing, but decided it was way over my head. I followed his directions to his house, and when we entered the development, he invited me in for a drink.

I told him I didn't drink alcohol, because it was against my religion, but he said he had a coke or two, if I didn't mind him taking a Scotch and soda. I told him it was his life, and we went up the walk to his front door. He kept his house key on a leather thong around his neck, so as not to lose it he said. I asked him how he knew the Reverend, since he was not a member of the church that I knew of.

"I just met him this afternoon. I was out for a jog in the park, and the Rev stopped me to ask directions, and we got to talking, and he invited me back to the church." I knew the Revrend was always recruting new members to the congregation, but it seemed a bit far fetched that he would stop a jogger in the park and talk him into coming back to the church to talk about joining. It puzzled me while he got our drinks. He told me to make myself comfortable in his living room, so I sat down on his leather couch, and picked up a handfull of magazines to look through that were laying on his coffee table. The top three were business related, and I figured he needed to keep abreast of things for his job. The fourth one however shocked me totally. it had a photo of a giant penis totally hard, on the cover. The lurid colors, were exciting and I saw the title of the magazine was Inches. I dropped the stack back on the table as he came back into the room with our drinks. Inches, had slid out of the rest, and was clearly visible on the table top.

"See anything you like? He handed me my drink, and sat down beside me. I blushed. I took a swallow of soda, and promptly choked as it went down the wrong pipe. Bill slapped me on the back.

"I didn't mean to be nosey," I finally managed.

"Not at all. Don't worry about it. Does it shock you?" He picked up the issue of Inches, and flipped through the pages. I couldn't help looking at the photos as they flipped past. Finally he closed it again, and laid it on the table. "If you would like to take it with you, consider it as payment for the taxi service home from the church. I'm through with it anyway." I thought about it for a moment, and then nodded my head that I'd like that. He picked it up again, and then went to a book case against the wall, and pulled out several more.

"I'm through with these too. You can have them if you want. I have a subscription." I looked embarassed, but he smiled. "I'll put them in a paper sack for you so the neighbors won't see. I was relieved, and nodded my head again. I was at a loss for words, but his next statment was a total shock.

"The ol' Rev is some kind of cocksucker isn't he?"

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"I said, he can suck a mean cock; can't he?"

"The pre. . .pre. . .preacher?" I was stammering.

"Yeah. He picked me up in the park, and took me to his office and sucked me for over an hour. He's damn good at it too. I must have edged a dozen times before he let me blow my load down his throat." I gulped soda, and started coughing again. The preacher? My mind was racing like a stick shift in neutral and the peddle to the metal.

"Shit, I would have killed him if he hadn't let me blow it down his throat when you rang his doorbell. He swallowed it like the cocksucker he is, and told me to get out that he'd forgotten you were coming by to see him." I sat there with my mouth hanging open.

"You didn't know; did you? I thought you were one of his regulars. You are gay aren't you?" I stammered, but could say nothing. "You set my gaydar off the second I saw you bud. If you haven't had a gay experience yet, you've certainly been daydreaming about it haven't you?" I just stared at him. This was the conversation I'd wanted to have with the Reverend. My ears were burning with embarassment, and I was totally dumbfounded.

"Don't worry yourself guy. Your secret is safe with me. I've known about myself since I could get it up. I like boys, I like men, and I like them in all shapes, sizes, colors and sexual persuasions. Have you ever had an experience with another man?" I shook my head.

"How old are you anyway?" My voice came back in a croak.

"Twenty-four."

"So you've been thinking you were into pussy all this time?" I nodded.

"What's changed, that you think you might be gay?"

"I'm engaged to be married. I'm having thoughts about other men instead of about my fiance." I felt I could tell Bill this without worrying about it too much. He seemed so open.

"That's an old story. So what's the deal?"

"Well, we've been engaged really since we were in highschool together. We decided to wait about getting married until I had a good job, and could support a family. She wants four kids at least. We also agreed that we would remain virgins for each other until our wedding night." Bill whistled through his teeth.

"Man, I'll bet your nuts are driving you crazy about now. No wonder you are having fantasies about getting off with men. It's pretty much accepted that same sex relations don't count in a lot of people's minds. They are viewed as experimental, or a passing phase. You've heard that before haven't you?" I nodded, remembering a conversation my mother had had with my aunt about her nephew who had moved to Atlanta, and was living with a man. They both had called his actions a phase.

"So I take it you visit to the preacher was not for a blow job?" I ducked my head again, and then shook it side to side. "You want one now?" I looked at him with widened eyes. I could feel my penis growing in my pants. His tone of voice was so matter of fact, I didn't know how to take it. Was he kidding? If I said yes, which I wanted to, would I burn in hell forever? But then the thought crossed my mind; if the preacher was a cocksucker; where was he going to be spending eternity? I felt myself nodding at him.

"Well, stand up and drop your pants. I'll set on the couch, because I don't want to get carpet burn on my knees." He took my hand, and pulled me up. I stood there awkwardly watching him as he dropped his jogging shorts exposing his beautiful penis, which was about half hard. "I hope you don't mind, but I like to stroke off when I'm sucking cock. Come on, drop your pants." He tugged at my belt buckle, and without thinking, I started to help him. In a moment, he had my pants and briefs down around my ankles, and was examining my seven inches of hard penis.

"Nice," he said, and licked the head. I shivered, and a drop of clear liquid emerged from my tip. He licked it off, and the next thing I knew, he had my full length in his mouth, and was moaning around me. The vibations in his throat from his moans was more excitement than thought I could bear. I tried to pull out of his mouth, but he turned on some heavy suction, and the next thing I knew, I was having a climax in his mouth. He started moaning louder, and swallowing my sperm. I had a fleeting thought that this was one baby my future family would be without.

After a few moments, I grew too sensative to stay in his mouth, and he finally let me pull my softened penis out of his face. He leaned back on the couch, and was stroking his large penis with his left hand. It was bigger than mine by at least an inch and a half, and had a lot of the clear liquid oozing out of his large purple head. I stood there without my pants on and watched him stroking himself slowly.

"You came pretty damn quick. I didn't have time to get off myself. I know I already came once today in the Rev's throat, but I could use another go at it. You game to try?" He waved his big penis at me. I hardly knew what possessed me as I dropped to my knees, and reached for his hardness. "Yeah baby, take it in you mouth." I felt his large purple head enter my mouth in a daze. I licked, and found the taste of the clear liquid was pleasant on my tongue. I applied some suction, and he humped into my mouth a little, trying to get more of himself into me. I tried to open up more, and finally he sighed and pushed his big shaft deeper. I had to swallow, and when I did, I felt like I'd swallowed a plumb whole and started to gag. My reflexes demanded I pull back, but his big hands on the back of my head refused to let me. I swallowed again, and he slipped deeper. I began to sweat and struggle to breathe through my nose. He held me tight, but then stood up and pushed me down onto the couch so we had switched positions. He held my head in his hands, and began fucking into my face, gaining an inch with each thrust of his naked pelvis. Finally, with tears streaming down my cheeks, he hit bottom. I could feel his big balls touching my chin, and somehow realized what an accomplishment I had managed with my first experience sucking cock. I was sweating profusely, and trying to gag. My eyes were streaming tears, but I was beginnig to enjoy this big hunk of man in my throat. I tried to bob on him a little, but he held me tight. I moaned trying to tell him I wanted to suck, but he wouldn't let me. Finally, I gradually relaxed, and my breathing got a little easier. When he thought I was ready, he began to fuck my face. Slowly at first, but as his need grew, his speed of thrusting increased. I found myself getting hard again, and soon started stroking my own cock to his strokes in and out of my throat.

I don't know how long this went on, but he came close several times, but always managed to back down from his climax. I got into it with him, and felt my own sperm rise, only to back down when I pushed my stiffness down hard between my legs. When he finally began to talk to me about coming, I was more than ready. He increased his stroke speed, and I did the same, until my fist over my shaft must have been a blur. He was fucking me hard, banging his big ball sack against my chin until I thought they would burst.

Finally, he grunted, and pulled his big thickness out of my throat until just the head remained in my hungry mouth. He started to cum, and The flood of his sperm across my tongue was like a squirt of nectar. I swallowed. When the second spurt hit the back of my throat, I felt a sudden change in my own stroking and I started to blow my sperm all over his legs and balls. I moaned with pleasure, and swallowed all of him one more time. He pushed back down my throat with ease, and I grabbed his naked butt cheeks with both my hands, and held him there deep and satisfying.

When he started to go soft, I let him pull it out a little, but took him in my hand, and licked and loved on his shaft and cockhead squeezing to get the last of his nectar out before letting him go. He plopped down on the sofa next to me, and we both lay there panting.

I'd dripped saliva all down my chin and the front of my shirt was soaked with it. His ball sack was dripping with my spit as well.

"You sure you haven't sucked cock before?" He took my hand, and kissed the palm.

"Never even seen a naked man before I saw you."

"Shit," he said, making a funny face. You've got a lot to make up for. You've lost a lot of time in your life just waiting around for it; haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I have." I laid my head on his chest, and picked up his limp cock. "Was I OK?"

"Better than OK bud. I think I'm in lust. That was one hell of a blow job for a first timer."

"Really? Must have been beginner's luck."

"I'm the lucky one. I haven't had my cock sucked like that in ages. What else are you good at? You like to fuck?"

"I don't know. I've never fucked anyone before."

"Shit man. I hope you don't have to be anywhere else tonight, because I want to keep you here with me so we can have some fun together."

"I just have to call my fiance to let her know I won't be at my apartment tonight. I'll tell her I'm going to visit a sick friend."

"Isn't that against your religion?"

"What?"

"Lieing like that."

"I suppose so. But I've had some changes take place today. I'd never imagined the Reverend liked to suck cock. That's enough to make me question him and his athority."

"It's been my experience in life, that most men sooner of later come to regard a good blow job as just that. The fact that the Rev, is good at giving them, and never even suggested we have a mutual exchange, tells me he's a closet queen. Is he married?" I nodded.

"He and his wife have three kids, but they're all grown up and gone now."

"You think the wife puts out?" I shook my head.

"Probably not. She looks like she's had it plastered over, and a corn cob stuck up her butthole." He laughed.

"Maybe we can invite the Rev over for a drink tomorrow night. He can say he's going to visit a sick friend." I laughed.

"What a shock he'll get when he sees me here."

"That's not all he'll get either. I'll get him to let you fuck his ass. I'll bet he'll go for it in a New York minute. But tonight, I want you all to myself. I'm gonna wear your little butt hole out with this big dick of mine." I squirmed on the couch, and he handed me his Scotch and soda. "Better take a swig bud. You're gonna need it tonight." I took the glass in my hand, and tilted it back and swallowed the contents. The liquid burned the raw places his cockhead had rubbed in my throat on the way down. He smiled.

"You're going to hell for sure now. You want to smoke a joint?"

II

That night changed my life. I learned things abut my sexuality that I'd never dreamed were possible. I was thrilled with the miriad of new feelings and emotions Bill introduced me to. He was a gentle lover, and after he got me slightly tipsy, he took me to his bed, and with some coaxing, and plenty of something he called Wet, was able to get me to relax enough to put his big dick up my butthole. I admit it hurt at first, but not for long, and after the pain went away, I went to heaven with the pleasure of his thrusts. When he came, I came along with him.

We talked into the wee hours of the morning, and the birds were singing outside in the trees by the time we drifted into a completely satisfied sleep, nestled into each oher's bodies. We slept until noon. I called my boss first thing to explain that I'd stayed up all night with a sick friend, and him being a member of our congregation understood, and told me to get in to work as soon as I could.

We ate eggs and toast, and then showered together. He washed me all over with soap then I washed him. We both got hard again, but he suggested we hold off with the sex to build up some for the night. The plan was he would call the Reverend, and invite him to come to his apartment.

"Why would he come?" I still couldn't imagine the Reverend with a big hard cock in his mouth.

"Because he's dick hungry." Bill explained that men who preferred cock, that were in the closet, never got enough. "When ever they get an opportunity for a harf cock, they'll take it."

I wasn't much good at work that afternoon. Besides being tired from all the sex play of the night before, I had alot on my mind about how I was going to have to handle things that were all ready in motion in my life. I knew for certain, I'd never marry Denise now.

I realized it would piss off just about everyone I knew if they knew the real reason. I came to the realization that I wasn't long for this little town anymore. If I wanted to be myself, and live my life as I wanted to live it, I'd have to bite the bullet, and take on moving to Atlanta or some other big city where I wasn't known. I was a little frightened by the possibility of becoming a person without family for emotional support, but it was a certainty that my folks and the rest of the family would fall back on religion if they found out I was queer.

I had a few thousand dollars saved up toward the marriage, so I would survive in Atlanta until I could find a job. There was a chance Bill could help me with that problem. He'd asked me if I wanted to move in with him, but I had told him that it would be just a matter of time before somebody I kenw would realize what was going on, and that would cause a serious scandal in town for both of us. He agreed that it probably would, and we talked about Atlanta which he knew well, and me not at all.

After the hardware store closed for the night, my boss asked me how my friend was doing, and at first, I missed his point. When I realized he was asking about why I had been late to work, I told him my friend had a bad case of the flu or something, and couldn't help himself. I also told him I was going back tonight to make sure he had what he needed to get well.

"Well," the boss said. "You do your christian duty tonight, but if you're late in the morning, don't bother coming in. I run a business here and I need reliable people."

I think I saw red over this for an hour, and once I got to Bill's apartment, I ranted about it until he pointed out that it was my natural way out of my situation. Our little town didn't have much in the way of employment opportunities. If I got fired, for being a good christian, then I'd have every reason to head for Atlanta to look for work.

"A little distance can give you a new perspective on things. Surly your folks will understand and support you looking for another job even if you do have to go to Atlanta for it." I had to admit that getting fired might be a good thing in my case.

Bill had cooked dinner, and while we ate, he asked me how my butt felt. I told him it was a little sore from his pounding for as long as he had, but that it also felt good somehow. He told me it would get used to it after awhile, and having a nice hard dick up there wouldn't hurt at all. He also said that the Reverend had jumped at the idea of coming by to sit with a sick friend once he knew it was Bill who was going to be sick. He was game for anything Bill said.

They had talked on the phone for quite a while, and the Reverend had told him he liked every aspect of man sex, except pain stuff. Bill had to explain about men who can't get hard unless there is some kind of pain involved. I couldn't imagine why anyone would need pain to feel good about themselves, but he insisted he'd met a few, and that in Atlanta, there were bars that catered to their tastes, where these men could get together.

We washed the dishes, and cleaned up the kitchen. The Rev was due around eight or so. Bill had decided that we should be nude when we opened the door to him.

A little before time he shoud be there, we stripped, and were sitting on the couch watching a gay pornographic video Bill had. I'd never imagined anything like it was even available. Watching it made me hard as a rock. Bill had seen it all before, and although he liked watching it he knew what was going to happen, and his big thick dick remained in its flacid state. I held him in my hand while I watched to keep from stroking myself. I was beginning to look forward to the Reverend and the sex that Bill had promised would be hot.

III

The door bell rang a little before eight. Bill commented that the Rev was anxious as he got up to answer it. He stood behind the door as he opened it and only showed the Rev his head as he let him in. Bill's apartment had a short entrance hall, and although I could hear them talking I couldn't see them nor could the Rev see me sitting on the couch. The Rev could see the big TV at an angle though, and I heard him exclaim when he saw what was playing on the screen.

"Hot damn! Look at those fuckers go." On the screen, the two men the film was about were fucking hot and sweaty with plenty of closeups of the fucker's big cock going in and out of the fucked guy's hole.

"Rev, you ought to strip out of your clothes here and hang them on these wall pegs. I I've got a little party planned that I think you'll enjoy. Would you like a drink to get in the mood?"

"Hell yes," the Rev said. "And I brought a bottle of vodka along. Here." Bill walked back into the living room, carrying a large bottle of clear liquid the Reverend had given him. He must have had to drive several miles to buy that in a town where he wasn't known. Our little berg had some liquor available for sale behind a screen at the gorcery store, but nobody ever bought it even if they wanted it. All the bottles were covered in dust. Folks drove thirty or forty miles into the outskerts of Atlanta to buy their liquor where nobody knew if they were Baptists or not.

Before Bill got back from the kitchen, the Reverend was standing in the entrance from the hall into the living room, staring at me on the couch. His clothes were hanging on the pegs, and he was already half hard in anticipation of what was going to happen. His mouth was hanging open, and he couldn't believe he'd walked into a room naked with someone who knew he was a Baptist Preacher.

"It's alright Reverend," I said. "I'm new to all this, and as you ought to be able to see," I pointed at my hard cock between my legs. "I'm just as guilty as you or Bill." He laughed, and pulled on his hardening cock before coming over to sit down next to me. He was older than Bill by several years, but he had a good body, tight and muscular. His hair was going gray at the temples, as was the thatch on his chest. He had dark brown hair other wise, and his pubic stuff was still good color. His cock was about the size of mine, and he had a nice pair of hanging balls. As soon as he sat down beside me, he reached for my dick, and began to fondle me. He leaned over and began sucking on my left tit. I gasped, still surprised that I had any feelings there at all. He was using his teeth a little, and the occassional quick bite sent little stabs of pain through me, but they also sent an electric message of pleasure through my body like I'd been hooked up to a current.

Bill came back with a tray of glasses, and a pitcher of what he said were called Vodka martinis. I'd never had anything like it before and thought it was strong.

The Reverend loved them and had two right away, helping himself to the pitcher full when he had drained his first glass. I found I was still shocked a little by this man's actions after all the months of Sundays I'd sat in his church listening to the litany of evils he liked to rant against. Alcohol and homosexuality were always near the top of his list along with marijuana and somethng he called hard drugs and pills. His list was long, and included tobacco and dancing along with the usual evils listed in the ten commandments. I used to think he was trying to out do God with his list of evil things that lead a soul astray. And here he was sitting beside me playing with my queer cock, and drinking strong alcohol like it was water. My mind had a lot to take into consideration.

Bill sat in one of his chairs whiile he sipped his drink, and watched the Rev as he was playing with me like I was a new Christmas toy. By this time, the Rev's dick was at full mast, and he would occassionally let go of me to stroke his own hardness. The video was coming to an end, and Bill used his remote to turn the television off. He put on the radio to some classical music, and then poured himself another martini.

"Rev," he said. "You want to smoke a joint?"

"You got any?"

"Hell yes I've got some. I paid a shit load of dough for it too. It's some of the best I've ever had."

"Well break it out and let's get high!" The Rev seemed intent on going whole hog into the party by not missing out on any of the evils he preached against. I was still being shocked at each new revelation.

"You fucked this boy yet?" The Rev wanted to know asking Bill, as if I wasn't in the room. Bill looked at me and winked.

"I have Rev. three or four times last night. I promised him he would have a chance to fuck your ass tonght. How about it?"

"I'd love it! But I also want a crack at his butthole. I've daydreamed about his tight little butthole as long as I've known him. You don't know what a gift this is for me to be here tonight. Bill handed the Rev the joint, and he took a long toke, holding the smoke in his lungs deep. I was still at the coughing stage, having never smoked anything before the previous night when Bill had offered me the opportunity. I liked the feelings it gave me, but it still made me cough. The Reverend didn't cough at all, and while he was holding the smoke in his lungs, he reached for Bill's big soft cock, and stuck it in his mouth. He must have held his breath for three minutes while he sucked Bill up hard. When he finally had to breathe, he pulled off Bill's hardness, and expelled the smoke around bill's cock as he did.

"Shit man that is good stuff!" The Revrend was turing a little red in the face. "Let's get to it I'm high as a kite. Where are we going to party? Here or in the bedroom?"

"I thought we could get to the bed eventually, but we can start here until we finish the martinis." He took his hard cock, in his hand and waved it in our faces. "Who wants to be first?" Both the Rev and I reached for his cock, and then laughed together. I realized I was feeling high as well.

Bill stepped back a little, and laughed with us. Why don't you both do me at the same time. That seemed agreeable to the Reverend, but I had no idea how it might work. The Reverend saw my pzzled look, and then looked up at Bill.

"Just how new is this boy?"

"I picked him up coming out of your church yesterday afternoon. I believe he was still a virgin until I got him here to my apartment. He isn't any more, but it's still all new for him. He's a little quick on the trigger, but it can be managed if you know what you are doing."

"Well, that's fine. I love a fresh piece of ass. Here boy, you just follow along and do what I do, and Bill will be hot to trot in no time." He took Bills big shaft in his hand, and began licking the head. I leaned in and followed suit. Our tongues played around with Bill's cock head and each other for several minutes. The Rev turned the shaft to the side, and licked down it's length, and I followed him on the opposite side. Bill moaned, and put his hands on both our heads. When we had his shaft good and wet, the Rev dropped off the couch onto his knees, and sucked Bill's ball sack. He pulled off briefly, and told me to suck one of his nuts while he sucked the other. I dropped on to my knees and did as I was told. Bill sucked in his breath and began to tremble.

"You aren't going to cum already are you Bill," he had pulled off his ball, and was looking up at Bill's face while he stroked his long cock shaft. Bill shook his head, and said through clinched teeth.

"Not yet cocksucker, but it feels like you have me going."

"Bend over that chair. I want to rim your asshole." Bill stumbled to the chair, pulling his nut out of my mouth as he went. He bent over, resting his arms over the back of the low chair. "You boy get around in front of him and lean over his back and spread his cheeks for me. I did as I was told, and found my hard cock was rubbing Bills chin as I did. I reached back behind him and spread his cheeks and the Rev dived in with his long wet tongue. Bill groaned, and started rocking his hips while the Rev licked and sucked his hole. I could see the Rev's tongue pushing in and out of Bill's ass, and wondered what it woud feel like.

Bill began to suck around the base of my dick, and lick at my hanging balls. After a few minutes of this, he shifted his attention to my shaft, and was licking up and down on both sides, and occassionally pushing it up against my stomach to lick over the underside. I was shivering with pleasure through most of his licking. He didn't take my shaft in his mouth, but he did often lick the clear liquid he told me was called precum off the head. The Rev finally had enough of Bill's hole, and stood up behind him.

"You ready to get fucked the first time tonight Bill?" Bill nodded, and the Rev stepped up and put his cock head at the entrance to Bills hole, and just pushed all the way into him with one stroke. He gave Bill's cheek a hard slap with the palm of his hand, and then grabbd his hips and started fucking him like a rabbit. I'd never seen a man's hips move that fast before. It was clear to me by then that the Rev knew what he was doing, and had been doing it for a long time. I couldn't resist asking.

"How long have you been into men Rev?"

"Long as I can remember." He grinned at me but kept fucking Bill. His breath was coming in gasps, but he hadn't broken a sweat yet. "My first time was at Seminary. My roommate was queer as a three dollar bill, and he offered one night, and I tried it. Wasn't as bad as I'd been led to believe. I fucked him every chance I got after that first time, and sometimes, he'd fuck me. He didn't like to do it, but since I wanted it he'd oblige me. For a long time, I thought we were the only ones doing it to each other, but after a while, I began to notice little signs and signals between other men at the Seminary."

"Gaydar," Bill said.

"That's right. I guess I can spot a queer now a days right off the bat."

"Well you missed D. here. He was aching to be brought out, and came to see you to talk about how long he would have to burn in hell for just thinking about men and their cocks. You had him good and scared Rev."

"Sorry to hear that son," he said to me, but never stopped his fucking of Bill's ass.

"Well, maybe we can make up for it some tonight." He switched his stroking from rapid rabbit humps to long steady pumping in and out. Bill seemed to relax a little, and took my cock into his mouth and began to gently suck me. I moaned in his ear to let him know how it felt.

"I started getting bold enough to ask some of the men I had noticed little things about," the Revrend continued with his story. "Lo and behold, if the Seminary wasn't sixty or seventy percent queers. I had just about everybody I wanted in those days, and a few had me in return. They were good times then. I even went to bed with a few of the ministers teaching.

Time came though when we were to go out into the world to preach what we had learned, and we all toed the line. After all, none of us would have ever gotten a congregation if we went around telling folks being queer was alright. It isn't what heterosexals want to hear in their Sunday sermons. They want hell fire and damnation, not cocksucking queers being good people.'

"After I found myself out in the world, my queer side sort of submerged. I got married, and had three kids right off the bat, one, two, three. A boy and to girls. My wife had enough after that, and my sex life dried up. I spent a good ten years going without except for what my hand provided when I need it. Then one day, I was in Atlanta, and decided to stop into a bar to see what was going on. I hadn't been in one before, and figured I might get some ideas for a sermon. I guess I was just lucky or the good Lord was showing me the way. It turned out to be a gay bar. It had a big dark back room, and after I had a beer and watched men coming and going into the back I asked the bartender what was up. He told me to go ahead and find out for myself. I'll tell you now, I was shocked at what was going on in that dark room, but I knew it was going to become my favorite place to visit on my trips into Atlanta. I must have gotten fucked four or five times that night, and fucked as many guys as fucked me. I was over the top with lust. I spent the night in that room, finally just sucking every cock I could get my mouth on. I go back there every chance I get, and it's always a good time." through all this time telling this story, he was fucking Bill. Finally he pulled his long cock out of Bill's chute, and told him if he continued he would cum, and he wanted to save his first one for me. Bill agreed, but wanted me to move around and continue fucking him. He was into it, and needed to get more of it.

When I slipped my cock into him it felt like a velvet furnace as his hole opened up and wrapped around my hardness. I fucked him for a few strokes, and then stopped when I felt the Rev's hot tongue probing my hole. He had spread my cheeks with his hands, and was trying to shove his tongue and nose up into my hole. I loved the feeling, and let him go at me while I resumed fucking Bill. After a while, the Rev stood up behind me, and I felt him press his cockhead into me. I relaxed as much as I could, and then suddenly I was filled as I was filling Bill. We fucked in tandem for several more minutes, and I started to reach my limit.

I grabbed Bill's stiff cock with my left hand, and began to stroke him along with my fucking motions. The Rev realized I was close, and leaned into me and told me between gurnts of pleasure that he was gong to flood my hole with cum since he hadn't blown a load in a week. I moaned at the image of his cum filling me up.

"Then I'm going to pull out of you and eat my cum out of your asshole. You're gonna love it." I started to shake and hump into Bill harder. He started groaning, and I moved my hand over the head of his cock to catch his cum in my palm. The Rev gurnted loudly, and I felt his big cock throbbing in my guts as he started to blow his load in my hole. I couldn't hold back another second, and started flooding Bill with my cum.

He groand under me, and I felt his hot jizm filling my palm. Curiously, all our climaxes were more subdued than I expected. I ate Bill's cum off my palm, while the Rev cleaned me out with his tongue and the when he had all he could get, went after mine in Bill's ass.

The night was long, and we had a good hot sex session interspersed with videos while we rested up. Toward morning we finally made it into the bedroom, and soon were snoring together in a tangle of bodies.

I didn't even bother to call my boss the next morning, and over coffee and pancakes, we all decided to drive into Atlanta to see if I could find an apartment to rent. The Rev wanted to show us his gay bar. As usual, that's another story, and this one has ended.

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