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New Hope -- Chapter One
NEW HOPE
What is it about a small, country church securely planted within the heart of the Bible Belt that lends itself to so many sinful secrets?
Pine Grove New Hope Church was not unlike any other. Tucked away in the Northwest Georgia mountains, just outside the small, rural town of Trenton, Georgia stood the small white church that looked as though it belonged in a paint. The fellowship hall had been finished for over a year now, and on a night like this Pastor Micah Flatt was struggling once again.
Books were scattered all over Pastor Flatt's desk as he poured over the words he had written. This was not coming easy, although it never really did come easy for him. He removed his reading glasses and scrubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands for the third time in the last hour.
He checked his clock and realized he had once again worked a lot later than he had anticipated. His wife would not be happy. Sure, she understood, but he'd still see that look in her eye when he walked through the door. Happily, it wouldn't last very long. She was a very understanding woman.
A loud clap of thunder caused Micah to jump. He was never a big fan of any thunderstorm, but spring storms were his least favorite as they tended to be among the most severe. He did find some comfort being in his office. A quiet place where he found peace and the silence he needed to work.
As pastor of Pine Grove New Hope Church, he often found himself working very odd hours. Whether he was visiting a sick member of his congregation, helping on one of the many committees his church had formed within the last five years as they continued to grow, or, like tonight, he spent hours pouring over his sermon he would deliver the following Sunday. He certainly wasn't a nine-to-five kind of guy.
A light knock on the door brought him out of his reverie. He looked up from his desk and was a little surprised, and delighted, to see Joshua Sampson standing in the dark doorway. Josh was the Youth Pastor at Pine Grove New Hope. He was a welcomed sight on a night when the silence was deafening.
"I saw the light on, and thought I'd investigate." Josh smiled as he walked into Pastor Flatt's office and closed the door behind him.
"I'm glad you did. Our Lord is not giving me much to work with tonight as I try and write Sunday's message." Micah said standing to greet the younger man.
"You'll have something great, you always do." Josh gave an encouraging smile. Somehow it made Micah feel more confident. At least someone had some faith in his ability to complete his task before the deadline. He wasn't always that sure, though he'd never once stepped into the pulpit with an incomplete work.
"Is everything alright, Josh? It's very late, and the weather should have you home with the wife and baby by now." The storm was moving closer. Another clap of thunder -- closer this time -- punctuated Micah's point for him.
"Yes, everything is fine. As I said, I saw the light on."
They both knew what was coming. It had been happening for almost six months now. Micah turned to look out the window. It was sin. He knew he shouldn't. It was a totally new experience he'd been having, but one he knew down deep that he shouldn't. There were times it consumed his entire mind. The only thoughts he could have for hours.
Yet, on the other hand he was human. How could he find such a natural instinct? In a world riddle with violence, cruelty, and evil is it so wrong to take comfort where he could find it?
Micah walked around his desk and stopped right in front of Josh. They both stared into each other's eyes. Electricity crackled through the air as another flash of lightning strobed outside the office window.
Josh fell to his knees, and Micah inhaled deeply through his nose. The youth pastor reached up to Micah's belt and unfastened it. Micah felt every move Josh made. His lungs tightened in his chest until he couldn't breathe. His stomach took flight as the noise of his zipper sounded much louder than it should have.
How could this be wrong? His body reacted in ways it never had before with anyone else. The sin that was before him was too sweet not to taste. A tingle began just behind his stomach and grew until it stretched out through his arms and legs. His fingers tingled as they folded around the edge of the desk.
Micah settled back against his desk once the younger man had pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. The wet smack of his cock against his stomach was obscene and it made him throb.
Josh's breath was warm against the thick head of his pastor's dick, and Micah gave himself over to the carnal pleasures of the flesh. The younger man was one of the best lovers he had ever had. He felt the flat tongue lick up the underside of him before the warm velvet surrounded the tip.
"Oh yes!" He moaned and felt his body relax even further. The wet warmth of the youth pastor's mouth closed around the top of his dick and began moving up and down. "That is so good."
Josh moaned hearing his pastor's encouragement. This affair had been going on for six months, but they'd never done this. They had met at Micah's house or at Josh's place, but never at work. They have never had sex inside of the church. They both knew how wrong and how dirty it was. That was the spark between them. Forbidden fruit.
Micah unbuttoned his white dress shirt. He was always dressed appropriately when he went into the office. Josh looked up and Micah felt the deep vibration within his throat as he saw the older man's body coming into view.
It surprised him how much Josh enjoyed his body. He was nothing special, but he tried to take care of himself. He had a simple routine at the gym and made sure to run at least three nights a week, so he could prevent the middle age spare tire from forming.
Micah felt the appreciation more than anything. Josh always did this when he saw the pastor's hairy, fit torso. His chest was wide and covered in dark hair. Josh ran his hands up as his throat opened even more and sank farther down his superior's cock.
"Dear God!" Micah's voice was deep and strangled, but he felt Josh's lips around the base of his pastoral dick and couldn't contain it any longer. "Fuck, you suck a mean dick for a married youth pastor."
Micah felt his balls tighten as Josh moaned and began moving faster. Fucking his throat up and down on the man's dick seemed to be his life's calling.
Micah's shirt was now a puddle on his desk and the younger man stood up to face him. His eyes were watering, but he'd done good work on his knees as he always did. The desperate look in his eyes did not go unnoticed.
"Tell me what you need." Micah's voice grew even deeper.
"I need you." The younger man sighed before pushing himself into the stronger man. Their lips met in a passionate, masculine kiss. Micah gladly fed Josh his tongue and he suckled on it.
Micah reached down and felt the youth pastor's rigid cock. Josh moaned and wrapped his arms around the man's neck for support. The whispers were still there in his mind. Sin. Forbidden fruit. Josh kissed him deeper and Micah felt himself slipping farther down the pit. How could he crave something that was so bad? How could something so wonderful be bad? The thoughts battled inside of him.
Josh pushed his tongue against Micah's lips. He wasn't having any trouble with this. He was carefree at the moment, and Micah envied that. He kissed back pushing those thoughts out of his mind. This is exactly where Micah wanted him. So horny he couldn't leave if he wanted to. They both were.
He grabbed a handful of his hair and lightly pulled him back. The lust was written all over their faces and Micah kissed him once more. Then he pulled the man's t-shirt over his head before their chests landed against each other again.
Josh's chest was very well defined, and the hours he spent at the gym were definitely paying off. Unlike Micah, his chest was completely smooth. His pink nipples were round and hard and he shivered as Micah ran his thumb across them. "That's my boy."
"Yes sir." He whimpered before grasping the hard, fatherly cock still wet with his spit. Micah felt his balls tighten when the cold, hard metal of Josh's wedding band brushed against him. As he began to thrust into his hand it drove him closer toward that edge.
"Take your clothes off." Micah barely had to say the words before they were thrown on the large couch across the room. He removed his shoes, socks, and kicked his pants the rest of the way off as well.
What a sight. To find the church's head pastor and youth pastor completely naked and hard for each other in the office. The thought made a bead of precum belch out of the slit of Micah's throbbing dick. Josh bent and licked it off. Micah gasped and shuddered feel the warmth on his sensitive head again.
The salty taste was still on his tongue when Josh kissed him again. This time Micah wrapped his big, muscular arms around him and kissed him deeply. His hands grabbed the thick globes of Josh's backside and began massaging them. He ground their cocks together and Josh gasped when he felt the man's finger against his pucker.
Micah kissed Josh's throat and felt his grip tighten when he began to slowly invade him.
"Is that what you need, baby?" He asked as he kissed up the other side of his neck and stopped when he reached Josh's ear. He whispered quietly there, "Do you need to feel this fat pastor cock in your sweet pussy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yeah? Tell me."
"I need it." The whimper was pathetic and they both knew it. Micah pulled back and looked directly into Josh's eyes.
"Tell. Me." His voice was deep and stern. The fire and brimstone returning with sincerity. It was the look he used many times during a sermon when he was getting to his best point. When he really needed his flock to pay attention, and now as he held his most prized lamb in his arms he wanted the man to need it as much as he did. His deep voice was a powerful weapon and one he knew how to use well.
"Pastor Flatt, I need your Holy Cock in my pussy. Wash me in that sacred seed."
Micah's lips crashed on his as his finger dove deeper. The man's ass was so tight, and he needed inside. He spun around pulling the youth pastor with him. Papers scattered off of the desk as Micah pushed Josh back onto it. He lifted his legs and Micah dropped to worship his promised land. He began by licking all around the tight pucker. Josh kept it smooth and clean, just the way Micah craved. His tongue began to dart in and out loosening his tight hole.
It was always a tight fit for Micah. Today would be no exception. Finally, when the pastor had bathed the gates of heaven in his tongue he stood. His cock was ram-rod hard and they were both ready.
"Wait." Josh stopped everything. Micah backed up and looked at him. "I have lube in my shorts pocket."
"Do you always carry lube around?" The thought was odd, but also thrilling.
"Only when I'm coming to see the boss." Josh grinned.
"Good boy." Micah said as he grabbed it from the fabric and pulled the lid off before pouring a healthy dose onto his erection. Lube always reminded him of the anointing oil the Bishop used to sanctify him every year at dedication Sunday.
When he was coated he stepped up to Josh and pushed the head of his cock against the tight pucker. The two leaders of the church looked into each other's eyes and Micah slowly pushed forward. The resistance was perfection. The younger man's body fought against the thick invader. It was wrong.
"If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination." Micah quoted.
"Oh, fuck yes, Pastor." Josh moaned.
"Is this what you pictured when you stood at the alter before God and pledged your love for your wife?" He pushed deeper into Joshua and felt the tight sleeve barely stretch enough to accept him.
"Even that day I wanted you."
"Oh yeah? The day that I took both your hand and your new bride's hand and presented you to our church. Even at that moment you knew you should worship me, didn't you?"
Micah's voice went straight to Josh's core. He could sense the pending orgasm rushing through his young lover. His cock was thick and purple. Looked so angry there stretched up against his stomach as he accepted the last two inches of his shepherd's erection.
"I will worship at your alter just like this until Christ returns."
"Goddamnit boy!" Micah let out a roar heaven itself could have heard as he thrust again and unloaded his pastoral seed deep in the love chute he'd come to know so well.
The same moment triggered Josh's orgasm as a splash of cum shot across his muscled torso. Micah wrapped his hand around it and lightly squeezed pulling it upward and let the rest of Josh's healthy load bathe his hairy chest.
"Shoot that spunk all over me, baby. I need to be cleansed." He grinned as the man writhed beneath him. Four more shots painted across Micah's hairy chest and belly before it finally subsided.
"Wow!" Was all Josh could say.
"You made a mess, boy." Micah grinned down at him. He pulled back and a large glob of his sperm spilled out onto the floor beneath them. "Too much?"
Josh moved off of the desk and crawled onto the floor. He looked directly up into Micah's eyes, "It came to pass that when he went in to his brother's wife, that he spilled his seed on the ground."
Micah watched, almost in disbelief, as the youth pastor leaned down and licked the seed from the ground so as not to waste it.
"That lesson was a little different the way I remember it." He grinned when Josh looked back up.
"Oh? I just remember it being a horrible ending for Onan, and I don't want to suffer the same fate." He then took Micah's cock into his mouth and cleaned all of the sperm left on his dick. He then began to lick up the man's hairy body so the seed would not be wasted.
"I think I'm clean now, boy." Micah said before pulling Josh into a long embrace. He kissed him as they both felt themselves receding from the high.
"I really should get home to the wife." Josh said gathering his clothes and quickly throwing them back on.
"Thank you for the clarification tonight. You've truly helped." Micah said once they were both dressed. "I know exactly where the Father is leading my sermon now."
That Sunday, as his congregation sat before him he delivered a fiery message of faithfulness, and the true duty of a man to bequeath heirs of their own to fill the earth. And, when Genesis 38:9 was read he and Josh exchanged knowing looks.