MINISTER GOES TO HEAVEN
All characters, locations and circumstances In this story are entirely fictional.
Matthew the minister and Paul the school geometry teacher/counsellor were discussing some of their knottier counseling cases on the three hour drive to the conference. It was a long drive and they had to leave home at 6 AM but the course was dirt cheap and Paul had booked a motel room they could share so this looked like a teaching opportunity they could afford.
After the afternoon break, the slide on the screen above the speaker read: "Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" Ernest Gaines. The subject of that session was counseling the gay community. There was a cocktail hour which Matt particularly enjoyed since he never drank in public at home, and he continued with many glasses of wine at dinner. On the way to the motel Matt thought the subject of bisexuality ( we are all bisexual and everyone is gay to a certain degree) was intriguing and to Paul the studies showing the most vociferous the homophobe, the more likely he was to be repressing his large degree of homosexuality.
They checked into the motel at 9:15 and found their room had only a single queen sized bed. No surprise to Paul, since he booked the room that way, and the place was sold out so they had to make do. They donned pajamas, climbed into bed, found the TV offerings awful and scrolled thru the movies on the motel menu. Paul stopped at "Boy Meets His First Love XXX" and said "Now that looks interesting."
"What? That looks like homosexual pornography! I can't watch that, it would be sin!" Said the minister.
Paul: "Hey, Matt, we're her to learn something about counseling boys. All boys. And besides if it gets too rough we can always turn it off. Think about it. This is an ideal opportunity we might never have again. We're out of town, nobody will know what we're watching and we ought to think of this as an education we need to understand the gay psyche."
Matt said, "I hear what you're saying, but it is wrong, wrong, Wrong!"
Paul: "Methinks, Sire, thou protesteth overly. Mayhap there be gay sentiments fighting to reach the surface?" Matt sat scowling as Paul began the movie. It was a well done show about two boys from broken homes (divorce in one case and father lost in auto accident in the other) who meet in a chess club at school, become friends, and share their hurts and longings. Matt and Paul were silent, both enjoying the film, and then came the time when one boy began to suck the other's cock. Paul got hard first and Matt could hardly miss seeing the tent in his pajamas. Then Matt's pajamas rose, and rose and rose. Paul smiled: the minister had a very large dick! A few minutes later Paul shifted his position and his cock popped out of their tent. Paul was smiling. Matt was pretending to be watching the movie, but in fact his were cranked over watching Paul's organ bob with each heartbeat. In only a minute or two Paul saw the wet spot on Matt's pajamas begin to spread and realized his bed partner was leaking precum. He reached over and adjusted Matt's pajama bottom to let his pecker emerge. Wow, it was a big one with an even larger bright red helmet dripping precum. Matt didn't move to tuck it back in, so Paul, emboldened, wrapped his hand around that big tool and began to slowly, gently, stroke it. Then he picked up Matt's hand and placed it on his now leaking tool. Matt pulled his hand away, then looked over at Paul's cock and slowly, as though a external force he couldn't control was moving him, began to stroke Paul's stone hard cock. "Oh, Matt, that feels so good I don't ever want it to stop."
Matt had never had another hand on his cock. His wife never even touched it. The sensation was heavenly and totally unlike that he felt on the rare occasions he masturbated. He moved his hand down to fondle Paul's gonads. They weren't as large as his, but equally firm and Paul was obviously enjoying it as much as he was. The combination of sensory input was enough to drive him quickly to the brink of orgasm. "Oh Paul, I'm going to ejaculate soon." He said, and Paul slowed his hand to a crawl. "I'm close.....I'm so close..." Paul watched the minister's toes curl, his legs stiffen, and then with an "ooohhhHhhhhh GOD!", his cock swelled even more and a jet of precum arced up to land just under his chin. Paul counted eight more spurts, all flying well up Matt's heaving chest, before the dick in his hand became quiet, just seeping a little dishwater thin trickle of cum.
Matt came back to earth when Paul said, "Hey, don't forget about me." Matt's hand returned to it's task, and the minister liked the new sensation of touching and stroking another man's penis. It didn't last long before Paul began to moan. 'I'm gonna cum pretty quick. Oh,man you can play my organ any time. I'm close, so close, oh, ohhh, O, OOOOAAARRRGGHHHH!" Matt felt his dick throb in his hand and let go to watch what happened; needless to say he had never watched another man's orgasm. Paul's back arched, lifting his butt off the bed and cum began to gush from his impossibly swollen cockhead. Matt was mesmerized watching the jizz pour out of the leaping dick before him. Paul didn't shoot quite as much or near as far as Matt, but it was a goodly load.
They watched the movie to the end and Paul noted with a smile that the minister's cock rose again when the boys were in a 69 sucking cocks.
Matt's dream was that an Angel was beside him with wings brought forward to gently massage his penis. It was delightful, but then he thought "Is this what goes on in heaven?" His eyes popped open and there before him not six inches away was Paul's very erect cock. He stared at it, fascinated by the way it bobbed up and down a little bit with each heartbeat and an inch long string of precum swung back and forth with each bob.
Paul looked down and saw that Matt was awake and staring at his hardon. "Hey Matt. Don't I remember from the Bible something like 'Do unto others as thou wouldst have them do unto you' , or somesuch?"
Matt was thinking, "Well, what the hey, in for a dime, in for a dollar." He'd never tasted precum, not even his own. He stuck out his tongue and licked the clear drop , smacked his lips and decided it was delicious; a litle salty and a little sweet. Tentatively, he took Paul's cockhead into his mouth and that tasted nice too. He began to suck and tried to do with his mouth what Paul was doing to him. All too soon, he felt that tightening in his groin and the building pressure behind his balls that portended his forthcumming orgasm. Then, wham! He felt the hot cum zzzzip down his straining cock and reflexively rammed his organ deep into Paul's throat. Paul tried to swallow his manjuice, but it was too much too fast to swallow so he pulled away to watch the last four spurts erupting from the jerking dick before him. When Matt came back to earth he again took Paul's pecker back into his mouth and now, uninvolved with the sensations from his own unit, sucked with even greater pleasure.
"Wow, I never would have guessed how great it feels to have oral sex.", Paul lied. "I want this to last forever, but I'm about to pop." Matt in the last few minutes had made his mind up to swallow Paul's ejaculate. He liked the taste of precum so much, he wanted to try the main course on the menu. He slowed down to prolong the preorgasmic ecstasy he had enjoyed so much but that lasted only a few seconds until he felt the first warm gush of Paul's cumload wash across his tongue. He swallowed the lot with only a few dribbles leaking down his cheek. It tasted good, but not as complex or nice as precum. He wanted to taste more of that!
They rode home holding hands and so began a relationship that would last for decades.
THE END