Date: Wed, 5 Feb 2003 10:00:14 EST
From: RR
Subject: Sin and Seduction

Disclaimer: All disclaimers apply. This story is not intended for anyone
under 18 years old or for anyone offended by man-to-man discovery. It is
written to promote that reading along is safe sex.


Author: As Told To Dean Sutherland

	Sin and Seduction

(An almost true story with names and events changed to protect those who
chose to enjoy themselves.)

	Part One:
	The Straight and Narrow

	The handsome Reverend Blanton Drake and I had been friends for a
couple of years. We had gotten to know each other while doing volunteer
work in the local community. Although he were a minister and almost 20
years my senior, we enjoyed each other's company. The chemistry between us
was difficult to explain, but somehow I looked to him as a father figure
and as a man who would keep me on the straight and narrow path. He
apparently looked upon me as a son he never had and as a young man who
would always be honest with him about the ways of the world.
	At the time in question, the Rev. Blanton Drake had grown concerned
about so many young people doing drugs. I assured him that the hard
substances like heroin and acid were deadly, dangerous and addictive, but
that way too much was made of marijuana as a benign substance. After he had
encountered dozens of parents who had sought his advice because they had
found out their kids were smoking grass, his curiosity got the best of
him. He decided to find out for himself.
	That's how we ended up driving out to the nearby lakes. We found a
path that I'd taken many times, parked his all-terrain truck and then hiked
a short distance to where I knew a rocky ledge overlooked the picturesque
lake. The spot was gorgeous.
	"This should do quite well," I said. "It always does."
	"Nice and serene," the minister observed.
	"And out of the way so nobody is going to see, hear or smell a
thing," I added for his comfort.
	He took a big inhale of air to feel the coolness rising from the
lake.
	"I've never been to this part of the lake," he said.
	"Like it? Comfortable?" I asked.
	"Pretty. A good find, Robby."
	"Good for gettin' stoned, Mr. Preacher," I assured him, knowing we
were about to have a good time.
	Blanton smiled, turned towards me. "In a way, I almost worry about
what happens if I like the stuff; you know, if smoking dope allows me to
see why so many young people do it," he said.
	"Oh, I think you'll enjoy it, but it's not addictive," I assured. I
brought the big, fat joint out of my shirt pocket. I twirled it high in the
air between my index finger and thumb. He looked at it, inhaled and exhaled
as though trying to relax, and then sat down beside me. I took out my
lighter and lit the gold grass.
	"Take a small hit and hold it in deep," I said.
	He did as told, but he was unable to hold its pungent touch. He
came up coughing. We tried again, and again; pretty soon, he got the hang
of it. And then, within four or five tokes, I knew he was beginning to feel
the effects. I wanted him to get the full effects, after all, I had gotten
the very best grade of pot available for this special occasion.
	As we passed the joint back and forth, I began to admire
Blanton. He was a well-built man, about six-foot-two-inches and right at
200 pounds. Sparkles of gray highlights swept his once-blond hair. His face
was highlighted by deeply set eyes; his eyes were a gorgeous bluish-green;
his face had a smooth complexion, with cheeks that were a bit puffy, and a
nose, mouth and jawline that were pretty and authoritative all at the same
time. He reminded me quite a lot of the actor Brian Keith, with maybe
certain dimensions of Brian Dennehy and Eddie Albert included, of course
when in their prime and without too many extra pounds. As I observed my
older, minister friend, I thought of him as good-looking and warm, sexy and
soft. Just how I prefer an older gentleman.
	"I can feel my head getting light," Blanton said; his expresion
showing his enjoyment. "Wow... Whoa there... I'm beginning to feel what
this stuff is all about."
 	"Nice, isn't it?" I replied.
	"Better than that rabbit weed I used to smoke when I was a kid,"
the reverend confessed.
	As soon as we finished one joint, I pulled out a second one. I lit
it. "Here, let me give you what we call a shotgun.'"
	"What," Blanton asked and smiled, obviously high.
	I took the burning end of the joint in my mouth and edged toward
him.
	"What're you doing," he asked.  I took the joint out of my mouth
and said, "I'm going to shoot the smoke out to you. Put your lips close to
mine and inhale."
	"Oh, I see," he said. "But darn, Robby. Don't go kissing me," the
man said and laughed. I chuckled too, although the sexy, older dude had no
idea how much I might be tempted. I again observed his thick, rosy manlips.
	I then shot the smoke to him. He sucked it in like a pro. I gave
him several shotguns. We both got lit. High. Beyond the clouds. Stoned!
	We relaxed, letting the rocks support our back while looking out
over the crystal blue lake. I was glad to be there with him, again just
enjoying spending time with him. He was one suave, charismatic
gentleman. Most of all, he was so damn sexy, even if he were a minister.
	"Yeah, this stuff is nice," he said. "A man could get to liking
it."
	"You bet," I admitted.
	"But you know what I'd really like," the older man asked me.
	"What's that," I said.
	"To take a dip in that lake there," he answered.
	I immediately recognized the possibilities. I knew taking a swim
would give us both a reason to take our clothes off.
	"Nice and cool. That'd be great being high like this," I said.
	"I can almost feel the water hitting me now," Blanton answered.
	"Just chilly enough to cool us off," I mumbled.
	Blanton leaned up and patted me on my upper leg. I liked the touch
of his fat hand.
	"Too bad we didn't bring any trunks," he said.
	"Want to go in anyway," I asked.
	He looked at me; I looked at him.
	"Think we should," he said as though he wanted me to say that it
was okay.
	"No reason why not," I answered.
	Before I knew what was happening next, the preacher stood, glanced
down at me, took off his casual sports jacket and started unbuttoning his
white, blue-striped shirt. As soon as the first two buttons were opened,
his chest flashed before my eyes. Perhaps I thought he would be wearing a
tee shirt or an A-shirt, but instead his hot, gorgeous chest was appearing
before me.
	I had longed to see Blanton shirtless, but had never gotten the
opportunity. I recalled the couple of times we were part of a volunteer
group building houses for a needy families. While working on the houses it
was hot enough for most every man -- young and old; black, white, Asian and
Hispanic -- to take his shirt off; but Blanton never peeled off his white
tee shirt.
	It had been my experience that one could tell a lot about a
middle-aged or older man by how he looked when his shirt came off. Many
older men looked facially handsome, but not all of the good lookers also
stood the test when their shirts came off.
	I pulled my pullover over my head, and noticed a small smile break
from his lips. I saw him studying me. I looked back at him as he pulled his
shirt tail from his pants and then pulled the entire shirt back to let it
drop from his shoulders.
	Instantly, his prominent nipples magnetized my eyes. They were
huge! The copper-rose areola spread out wider than I had seen on any
man. The textured skin pulled outward, showing off a substantial tit that
stood seductively from its surrounding colored patch. Blanton swept both of
his hands over his chest; I wanted to touch him there, too. The way he
covered his chest with his hands made me think he must have known I was
mesmerized my the mere size of his mannips.
	I admired him further. He had a patch of long, soft hairs that
highlighted the very middle of his chest. His pecs were quite developed,
with a lot of muscle and a tinge of flab. His stomach was smooth, with a
dark, deep belly button that looked inviting. Except for the hair at the
middle of his chest, only a few other individual strands dotted his
pecs. He was otherwise smooth as a baby's butt.  We stood several feet
apart and began to unsnap our pants and let them fall from our legs. My
dick started to ache as soon as I saw him without his pants. He was damn
well-built and so damn sexy; masculine, yet soft and seductive, too. His
basket was obvious, but he wasn't erect. As I let my eyes roam downward, I
noticed that his calves and thighs were finely shaped, thickly muscular,
with a healthy coating of light-colored hair. But faster than maybe they
should have, my eyes returned to his crotch.
	"Think we'd better leave these on in in case someone walks up on
us," he said referring to his briefs. My disappointment encouraged me to
press the issue.
	"Ain't nobody going to see us," I said, urging him to shed his
protective covering.
	"Maybe not, but I'd feel more comfortable with something around
myself," Blanton said too sheepishly for my liking.
	"Have it your way, preacher," I replied, again glancing quickly to
study his seductive nipples.
	We climbed from the short distance from the ledge down to the edge
of the lake. When I got to the bottom, I was able to look up to see him
climbing down the last several feet. The preacher's crotch bounced as he
went from rock to rock. I again noticed his meaty tits and the beauty of
his expansive chest. He then jumped down, and we stood there together.
	"Man, that pot has me feeling dazed," Blanton said to me. "I almost
slipped coming down that ledge."
	"But feeling dazed ain't all bad," I quipped.
	He then chuckled and said, "Son, that ain't all it has me feeling."
	"How's that?" I asked.
	He looked at me for a brief second, but darted his eyes back to the
lake as he said, "That darn stuff has me feeling downright horny. Another
reason to get in the water and cool down, I guess. Must be the devil."
	His confession stunned me. A chill swept my body. I felt my own
medium-sized nipples perk up. Blanton looked over to smile at me, and then
I felt his hand on my bare shoulder.
	"Know what I mean or is just me," he asked.
	I answered immediately. "No, it's not just you. Pot gets my balls
to itching to."
	"I guess that's one way to put it," he said. I then watched as he
took his hand and picked at his crotch. After three or four quick pulls
like he was adjusting himself, Blanton grabbed his dick through his shorts
and tugged at it. I could tell a nice swell had begun in his obviously fat
cock. His dick was getting stiffer, but he pulled his hand away when he
noticed me watching. I wanted Blanton to remove his briefs.
	"It's fine by me, if you want to pull on that thing," I said
boldly, pointing to his crotch. The outline of his fat dick was now evident
through his shorts.
	Blanton smiled at me before a macho giggle snuck out of his
mouth. He turned toward me and said, "You know a man of the cloth can't do
that sort of thing."
	"Take your shorts off, and I won't have to consider you a man of
the cloth," I said aggressively, appreciating my own humor and feeling damn
high myself.
	His hand went up to my neck. He squeezed; he chuckled and he pulled
me toward him. I wanted to collapse into his bare chest, but instead his
hand went from my neck to the front of my shoulder, keeping my body from
going into his and stopping the embrace.
	"It's time for that swim," he said. Before I could say anything
else, I turned to watch Blanton dive into the lake. For a man of his age
and size, the dive was almost perfect. He surfaced about 15 feet from
shore. "Come on in, Robby. This'll cool you off."
	He looked so sexy with his hair, face and skin soaked in the chilly
waters. Damn right, I wanted to be near the man.
	I was eager, and I was ready to feel the water on my bare loins. It
seemed a perfect time to strip naked. I wanted my lead to encourage my now
horny friend to do the same. I badly wanted to see the older man naked,
without his briefs protecting his cock. My fingers went to the flanks of my
underwear.  With the Reverend Drake watching me, I slowly removed my
shorts, never letting my eyes leave his as I stripped the material from
around my loins and let the briefs fall down my long legs to my ankle. My
good-sized dick was a little hard, but it mostly draped across my balls
instead of standing straight. Blanton Drake looked at me while wiping the
water from his face.
	 He verbally noted what I had done. "Wowee! Look at you there,
kid," he said. "Going for it all."
	"No need to have to worry with wet underwear."
	"Well, don't just stand there before God and everybody. Come on
in," Blanton said again.
	I edged into the water. Within two feet of shore, just where
Blanton had dived in, the bottom dropped off steeply. The cool wetness of
the lake overtook my loins. I swam out to where he was threading water. We
swam together for about 30 feet before Blanton turned over on his back to
float a while.
	The position gave me an unrestricted view of the man's seductive
chest. His big tits stuck out above the water. They were wet and a deep
pink. The water's temperature had chilled them, causing them to pucker, but
they still looked like a mighty big mouthful. I noticed the puddle of water
in his deep belly button that highlighted his almost flat stomach. He
didn't have a deep tan, but it was obvious that he had gotten some sun in
recent weeks.
	Before Blanton could notice my growing dick, I swam away from him
and got in some freestyle exercise. After a short while, I couldn't resist
wanting to be close to him.
	Then, as I neared him, he asked, "How does it feel being naked out
here?"
	"Nice," I replied.
	"Aren't you afraid some fish or crab's gonna take a nibble," he
said before laughing out loud at himself.
	I decided to be aggressive again. "No, it's freshwater, ain't
likely to be any crabs, and as far any fish, well, a little nibble never
hurt anyone."
	He laughed and I laughed. And then, almost without cause, he said,
"Maybe I need to try that. To see if I could get some fish to take a
nibble."
	"Looks like you've got a good piece of bait," I said. Perhaps I
said too much. He looked at me real seriously. Then he asked, "Was that a
compliment?"
	"If you want it to be," I said, wanting him to feel comfortable
with me and to know my interest, yet knowing I needed some means of verbal
escape in case I had offended him.
	I watched Blanton smile, but my attentions were immediately
distracted... he dunked me down into the water! Bubbles upon bubbles of
water scoured my face and body. I tried getting away from him, but he held
me under the water's surface. My first reaction was to fight harder to
break his grip, but then instead, when I opened my eyes under the water, I
saw my real opportunity. His gorgeous chest, sexy belly and wet crotch
presented themselves to me, unrestricted, wet and available. My hands
grabbed around his bare sides. I felt his skin. He felt incredible!
	He pushed me down deeper, but not before my fingers reached up to
rake down his chest. I was almost certain I felt his big tits run under my
fingertips. And then, I was stunned!
	His wet crotch was only inches from my face. As we wrestled about,
his covered dick pushed against my mouth under the water. I opened my mouth
to take his covered dick, but in our fury, our bodies parted and water
rushed down my throat... I choked!
	I surfaced, and then fought to push Blanton away from me. I gagged
and gagged again, puking water.
	"Son, are you okay," he asked.
	I finally caught my breath. As we threaded water, Blanton held one
hand on my back. It felt great. His simple touch again ignited the rockets
of lust launching within my balls. Again he asked, "Big guy, are you okay?"
	"Yes, I think so," I answered.  "I thought you'd free yourself, but
instead I guess we got tangled up," he said and smiled.
	"Yeah, I know," I said.
	"We're too high to be messing around in the water," he said. I
struggled to clear the water from my nasal passages and sinus
cavities. "Sorry I did that too, you," the reverend said. "Don't know what
possessed me. Guess that marijuana has me feeling like a silly kid."
	"Don't worry about it," I said, still wiping my face clean and
feeling my sinuses burning.
	"Why don't we head to the shore," Blanton suggested.
	He swam along side me as we edged ourselves the few feet back to
the shore. I followed after him. After we dragged our lazy bodies out of
the water, we sat on the water's edge in some soft grass with two hard
rocks standing behind us. His underwear clung to his wet skin. I could
easily see the darkness of his pubes and the outline of his cock; like me,
he was cut. I could sense a mutual attraction between us.
	Chills swept my body as he looked over at me, as though surveying
me from head to toe. I thought his eyes had lingered on my crotch; I was
almost positive they had.
	"So, are you okay, now," he asked. His gorgeous, manly and sexy
smile swept his face.
	"Much better," I said, looking at him, again taking in the expanse
of his smooth chest and appreciating the size and beauty of his pectoral
slopes.
	A silence fell between us. I fought hard to make sure that I didn't
shiver. After all, between my attraction to Blanton and the cool air
hitting me after coming out of the water, I thought goose bumps had covered
my body. He noticed.
	He brought his right hand up to run it down my back. "You're cold;
we'd better get you back into your clothes, son," he said.
	"No," I responded immediately. Then, before I really knew what I
was doing, I sank back against him, the edge of my shoulder going under his
hairy armpit. "Actually, I feel a little dizzy from the water," I added,
knowing it was just a lame excuse to get as close to him as possible.
	"What?" He asked, sounding surprised that I did not want to get my
clothes on. But then to my delight, he innocently moved his hand around my
bare shoulder, with his fingers resting on my upper chest. For me, it was
sexual; for him, pastoral. After a long pause between us, he smiled; he was
so damn sexy when he smiled.
	I knew I had to make the next move and it had to be made fast. I
looked down to notice his dick in a semi-erect state. I turned toward him,
and then my right hand went up to his chest.

	Part Two:
	Flesh To Flesh

	I felt Blanton's exquisite flesh as his eyes peeled down to watch
my hand. He was warm. My hand moved slowly across his right breast. He
cleared his throat; his eyes met mine; and he inhaled almost with a
whistle.
	"What are you doing there, Robby."
	"Don't ask," I said, letting my fingers work around his breast and
then using my fingertips to caress his big, juicy nipple. Just knowing that
I had his pap under my fingers sent extreme sexual surges racing through
me. My pre-cum seeped from my cock hidden only by my wetness. I started to
work the dark pink nipple flesh, now feeling more confident that Blanton
had let me caress him this much.
	Finally, in a soft, but raspy voice, stained by a certain
excitement, he said, "You shouldn't be doing that, son. You could give me
the wrong impression."
	I captured his meaty tit between my thumb and forefinger. I squeeze
it and pinched it, but not enough to hurt him. Air rushed through his nose
in sort of a downward moan. He smiled at me, and again turned his eyes
downward to watch. I ran my fingers around and around the tit's projecting
tip, showing him my interest in discovering his body.
	"Ooooeeeyyy... You need to move your hand there, Rob," Blanton
said, a slight pant evident in his voice.
	"Which way," I answered smartly, and then I reversed the motion of
my fingertips to tease his perky nip into a swollen pucker. Boldly, I
placed my other hand on his leg and rubbed him from his upper leg down to
his thick thigh. I extended my thumb to rake its nail along his covered
cock. I traced the length of the meaty tube, causing him to suck in a quick
intake of air in the excitement that was caused.
	Without a doubt, I had allowed my intentions to be known. A large,
sexy smile escaped over Blanton's face. He grabbed me on the wrist to move
my hand away from his crotch and thigh, but I noticed that he rested my
hand on his belly instead.
	"You surprise me, son. It must be the pot," he said.
	"No, it's you, Blanton. You've always excited me."
	We studied each other for several long seconds before he said, "If
I weren't clergy, maybe I'd feel differently, but I think we'd best stop
this."
	He moved away from me. My heart sank; I had been so close to
getting intimate with him. Disappointment swept my body. My dick went
soft. I wanted to again twist his luscious round mannips under my
fingers. I wanted to hear him pant. I thirsted to see him naked. In my
desperation, I remembered the third joint I had in my shirt up on the
ledge.
 	"We'd best get dressed," Blanton said rather matter of factly.
	"Let me get our clothes then," I smartly replied. Before Blanton
could respond, I headed off toward the upper ledge, leaving the minister
below. Once up at the top, I grabbed the joint and a lighter and scampered
back down. I left our clothes.
	"Hey, the clothes, where's my shirt and pants," the reverend asked
as I stepped down the rocky trail. Thinking I had not heard him, he asked
again "Where're my clothes, Robby?"
 	"I didn't bring them. I brought this instead." I held up the
joint. "Come on, let's sit here in the buff and blow this one."
	Again, he smiled at me. "I don't know Robby, I'm pretty high
now. Maybe I shouldn't do any more."
	"Come on," I said lighting the joint, "Here," I added, passing it
to him. Wanting to appease me and knowing he had put me off physically just
a few minutes before, Blanton took the joint and sucked it between his rosy
lips. He passed it back to me, and we began to trade it back and forth.
	I could feel a deeper rush and a higher sensation overtaking
me. Blanton commented on how good the feeling was for him. "Now I know what
they mean by being high as a kite," he said.
	"High as a rocket shooting off into space," I mumbled. I leaned
over and offered the older man a shotgun. He took it, inhaling quite
deeply. I admired his broad chest, stuck out as it was with him holding the
pot smoke in his lungs. I gave him another shotgun and he fell back to the
grass. I followed Blanton down.  With the joint in my mouth, I hit him
again and again he inhaled. His lungs were in great shape to contain all of
the smoke.
	I took the joint from my mouth, and we both starred at each
other. I let him know that I was surveying his distinguished face, with its
handsome features and seductive lips. I turned my eyes downward, letting
him know that I was admiring his beautiful chest.
	He broke the tension. "I've got big ones, don't I," he asked.
	I knew he was talking about his tits. They were larger than I'd
seen on any man, and I had noticed hundreds. Their areola looked wider than
the bottom of a 12-ounce beer can and larger than what most women had. And
the gorgeous, dark red, thick nubbin was enough to make my mouth
water. Even if Rev. Drake's fine nipples were overly enlarged, they crowned
his wide, beefy pecs with a certain visual and sexual appeal that most men
just don't have. Their dark pink color and finely tailored tips made his
tits look extra succulent. I could hardly resist reaching out to take them
between my knuckles.
	After my pause, I added, "Yes, they're big, Blanton. But as
muscular as your chest is, they really look damn good."
	"Do you really think so," the older friend asked indicating to me
that he valued my judgment and compliment.
	"Yes," I assured.
	Still, he rebutted, "But they're so big; they've always sort of
embarrassed me," he said.
 	"They shouldn't," I said. A long pause fell between us. Finally,
knowing I wanted the meaty tits between my knuckles, I absentmindedly
muttered, "Yes... yes,"
	"Yes, what?" Blanton asked.
	"Yes, I think your tits are quite handsome and very enticing,
Reverend Drake," I said using a certain edge of sarcasm just to be on the
safe side.
	Blanton smiled. We exchanged stares. The moment was awkward, but
also intensely exciting. Then, matter of factly, I said to my older
friend. "Speaking of which, I really want to touch them again."
	He chuckled, with a nervous edge being noticed. Again, we stared;
our mutual liking of each other obvious. I reached up to place my hand in
the middle of his chest, my fingertips extending out to the edges of his
nipple. He reached over and grabbed me around the neck, but he didn't pull
me toward him. Instead, his hand just squeezed the back of my neck.
	I decided to take the lead again. "Can I give you a massage; make
you feel real good," I asked.
   	"I can't let you do that, Robby."
	"Why not, Blanton? Nobody would ever have to know."
	"Maybe I'm afraid of myself," he answered.
	"Relax, preacher. All I want is to get to know the physical side of
you a little."
	"My problem kid is that I haven't enjoyed much of a physical side
in several years. My old lady just ain't interested."
	"I am," I said, looking at him with intensity and sincerity. His
facial expression assured me that he enjoyed knowing of my admiration for
him. I was sure he wasn't offended by what I was saying. Deciding to be
confident in my moves, I said, "I think you need the release, Blanton. Just
let me help you feel good. That's all."
	"I'm sure that would feel good, Robby. But, I can't. I really
can't."
	"Please," I asked, my hand moving up to caress his nipple, teasing
its tip into stiffening. "Please, Blanton," I repeated.
	I awaited his rejection, now thinking the third joint apparently
had not done the trick. But then, my heart went into my throat when he
grabbed me on my bicep and said, "It's been a while for me, son. A long
while."
	Blanton then pulled me into his body, almost as though we were
wrestling. He held me in more of a bear hug than an embrace, but I noticed
my bare skin pressed against his upper body; I could feel my own dangling
dick bumping his leg. Our bellies and breasts melded together.
	"Let yourself go, sir. Please," I asked.
	 Releasing his grip, but running his hand down my back, he smiled
lovingly at me, and said, "That last joint really made me feel very
high. For an old man who should know better, I really don't feel like I
have many inhibitions right now," he said.
	Wanting him to relax further, I said, "There's nothing old about
you, Blanton. Why don't you let go and just feel good for the moment?"
	He laughed softly; I smiled. I moved even closer to him, examining
his face and chest, with thoughts of wanting to kiss him across each square
inch of both. Playfully, I reached out to pull at one of the long
individual hairs planted around his lusty right tit.
	"Stop that," he said and chuckled.
	The tit hair must have been almost two nches long, but I left it to
lean over him. My hand went up to his face to stroke it lightly and trace
his lips with my fingertips. I leaned in even closer; he looked at me, now
showing a dazed, excited look. Our faces were only inches from each
other. I couldn't control myself.
	My lips sank to his mouth. My feverish lips charged into his that
were wet and rosy. I embraced him tightly feeling our chests press
together. My tongue was moving into his mouth. To my ultimate delight, his
warm mouth opened and his tongue met mine. He grabbed me and then he
responded.
	He held me in his big, hairy arms and kissed me passionately. We
lost ourselves in each other. While we kissed, I ran a free hand up and
down his side. Neither of us hurried to break the embrace. Finally, he
moaned as he pulled his sucking lips from mine.
	Looking up at me, Blanton said, "I can't believe that happened."
	"I can," I replied.
	"That pot has me pretty horny, Robby. Please, don't push it; I
don't know that I could say no."
	"You don't have to, Blanton."
	"Please Robby, it'd be best if you would get up now and let us get
to our clothes." I didn't budge. My hand draped over his bare chest.
Again, he said, "Please, sport. That shouldn't have happened... But we're
both high and all. Come on, let's get our clothes before we get carried
away and embarrass ourselves..."
	Blanton did not finish the sentence. I leaned down and kissed him
again. As our mouths collapsed into each other, he stopped talking. He
brought his hand around to invite me into him. I was thrilled. I kissed him
more deeply and moved a free hand up to his chest. I ran through the long
hairs in the very middle of his beefy pecs. He had gobs of cleavage, mostly
firm, a small fun amount of fat. My hands kneaded his shoulders. He broke
our kiss, but did not break our embrace. Instead, he shut his eyes, leaned
his head back and moaned, obviously letting me know that he wanted a
massage.
	Chills of excitement swept over me as I stimulated his
long-neglected skin with my hands. Time after time, my palms moved over his
wide nipples, causing their long tips to perk up to meet me.
	After a few special minutes in which I treasured every swipe of my
palm over his marvelously thick and godly tits, I simply couldn't any
longer. I leaned down to plant my lips on the preacher's right nipple. I
kissed the erected tip, sucked it into my mouth, and made love to
it. Blanton moaned and held my head to his chest.
	"Ooohhhh that's it, my son. Suck at it. Oh damn, oh damn," the
preacher cussed as I ate his large nipple. "That's it, oh, that feels so
good."
	I lapped at the pap and it turned crimson. I kissed it, nibbled it,
sucked it, slobbered over it, and then chewed hungrily at it.
	As I ate his tit, he started chattering from the excitement. "I
ain't never had that done to me; never had my big tits sucked; never felt
like that," he said, a pant evident in his barritone voice.
	I loved his fat and mighty macho handsome nipple for all the beauty
it was worth. Sure, I was a tit man, but the handsome reverend's juicy nubs
delighted me more than any I could ever recall.
	I looked up at him. "Never," I asked.
	He smiled. "Never by my old lady," he said. "And she's all I've
been sleeping with for years and years now, son."
	"But never," I asked.
	"I ain't never even had oral sex, Robby," he said to me. I
continued making love to his upper body, holding his arms up and swooping
to lap at his hairy armpits.  He continued chattering, "Just didn't
happen. The old lady doesn't think it's natural."
	"You never explored each other's bodies?"
	"Not much. We'd missionary in the dark and that'd be about it. In
all our years of marriage, we just didn't go at each other like
that. Never."
	I lapped at his swollen left tit again, getting it even redder and
enjoying the long nub on it that stuck out to be nibbled. I moved over to
the other reddened flesh patch and made love to its halo. The more I worked
over his big nipples, the more Blanton's soft moans turned to heavy grunts
and groans that became wildly exciting to me. While I nursed from his pap,
I let my hands roam up and down his legs. They were in great shape; the
thighs quite well defined.
	Finally, I looked up to drink in the sight of him being turned
on. The crimson flush filled his face; his breathing was pronounced; his
groans deep and meaningful. My tongue went around and around the lusty tips
of his nipples. Lots of tiny sex bumps popped up on their soft, but
leathery surface. I licked from tit to tit, enjoying his large breasts, but
most of all now getting both of us turned on. Blanton looked down his
sloped pecs to watch me at work.
	"I do like that, Robby. I like it a whole lot." My tongue kept up
the assault on his excited tits. I used my fingers to compress the big nip
upward, making it blossom for my tongue and lips. As I ate away at the one
tit, I used the other hand to coil the opposite nipple, making it stick as
hard and tight as a rubber eraser. My leg moved up and down, massaging his
thick leg and using my knee to nudge his balls and inner thigh. My cock had
grown fully erect; Blanton must have recognized it stabbing into the upper
portion of his leg.
	"I forgot that you hadn't put your shorts on," he said.
	"Is that a problem," I asked.
	"No, not really," he answered.  I left his appealing breasts to
kiss seductively down his slightly tanned belly. I wormed his belly button
and heard even louder groans escaping from deep within Blanton. The tip of
my tongue found the bottom of his belly hole. I drilled it and sucked it
out. His hand was again running through my hair, encouraging me to tongue
his small navel for all it was worth.
	Taking advantage of his excitement, my hand went to the elastic of
his wet shorts, coming mighty close to the bulbous head of his erection. My
free hand played across his belly; I continued to revel in the feel of his
skin. I considered myself so very damn fortunate to be in such an intimate
situation with a man as gorgeous as Blanton Drake.
	Using my thumb, I lifted the elastic band of his shorts. Sticking
out rigidly from its nest of fine pubes was his good-looking, mature
cock. Hard, stiff, well-aligned and ready, with its slit looking right at
me. I started to lower Blanton's briefs, but he stopped me.
	"No, pleasse. No!" The minister's authoritative tone made me stop,
but I didn't let my fingers slip from the elastic band. His briefs remained
raised; his basket was open for me to slip my hand inside... to grab his
big piece of dick meat... and to let it fuck my fist.
	"Stop it, Robby. This has gone too far. Please move and let me get
up," Blanton insisted.
	There were only a couple of seconds of thoughts on my part, but a
lifetime of experience flashed through my mind. I knew what I wanted; and I
knew it rested only an inch from my watering mouth. I knew if I moved,
Blanton would get up and get into his clothes, causing me to forever lose
the chance at intimacy with him. Yet, if I went further, I would risk our
friendship.
	And then, for whatever reason... his long, meaty cock pulsated and
throbbed... right before my eyes! That was all it took.
	In one fast motion, I swept the front of his briefs down below his
balls, and thrust my open mouth down on his throbbing cockhead. The feeling
was indescribable. I sucked his large head into my mouth, feeling on fire
for it; it head was hot and wonderfully tasty.
 	I sucked it, twirled my tongue around it, loved the head and lapped
around its ridged piss slit.
	That made him groan deep and again and again, my tongue made love
to his hypersensitive piss slit. I knew he had liked my special treatment
of his delectable tits, but his twisting hips and deep groans assured me
that I'd really found a spot with the rich, deep lips of his cock slit. I
made love to it. I wanted to swallow the older's man meaty rod, knowing
that Blanton might force me away from his stiff, spicy sausage at any
moment.
	But instead, to my total delight, his heels buried into the grass,
and with the leverage, Blanton raised his powerful hips. The motion pushed
his swollen cock even further into my mouth. His shaft was thick and so
damn appealing! I began to bob up and down it, tasting its macho edge,
letting its moist tip fuck the depths of my throat. As its head pushed far
into my oral crevice, I heard Blanton's moans turn to resounding grunts and
groans.
	My hand pulled his shorts down further to at least mid-thigh and my
other hand found his large balls. I massaged them, and noticed how large
and obviously full they were. I worked them in my hand like treasured
golden eggs while continuing to suck hard at his cock.
	He panted and said, "Oh Robby.  Oh, I can't believe this
feeling. So good; so damn good. Oh..."
	I made love to his luscious, needy dick, giving its head and
beautifully cut rim special attentions. My greatest concern was making sure
this beautiful man enjoyed his first blowjob. My second concern was making
sure I appreciated the situation that had allowed me to get in this
position with Blanton. With that in mind, I kissed and sucked and ate his
cock with deep gratitude.
	 With my free hands, I kept my massage up on his tight nuts and
pinched away at his puckered tits.  His breathing intensified; his balls
pushed up almost into his underbody; and his dick swoll to an incredible
stand.
	"Oh Robby! You're gonna have to stop. I cannot let myself go like
this."
	But I didn't stop, and he didn't stop me. I ate the older man up
with my lips and mouth. Within a few more seconds, he again said, "Rob, you
must stop. Please, you're too good at that; I'm about to ejaculate."
	That's all it took for me. I opened all of my throat, and went down
all the way to the base of Blanton's large shaft. His pubes tickled my
nose. My hand squeezed his nuts to force the cum from them while my other
hand moved through his pubic patch. Blanton screamed out when he bottomed
out in my throat. I tightened the suction and again pulled strategically at
his balls.
	"Arrghhhh, oh, Robby. Move, please move; move!"
	But I sucked on, harder, tighter and with tremendous force. I took
my hand and made putty of his cummy balls.
	The manipulation of his balls forced Blanton's cum shots to leave
the weigthy nuts and to squirt vigorously through his big dick and into the
depths of my throat. When the first wonderfully warm spurt hit my throat, I
let it run on down into my belly. I then pulled up so the remaining spurts
filled my mouth. He had a lot of cum to give me, and I was determined to
take it all.
	"Oh my gad! Oh golly, whoa... Arwghhh! Arwghhh..." the reverend's
sobs were almost as sexually charging as the loads of his salty cream that
filled my mouth. If anyone had been near they would have heard him for
sure. I caressed his balls and eased my sucking of his hypersensitive
cock. Finally, after four or five large shots of his cummy syrup, I felt
his dick quiver and then realized he was finishing. Lesser drops topped his
dick slit and spilled out.
	"Robby, my baby," he struggled to catch his breath as he talked,
stopping to smile and shake his head at me with great fondness. "Never have
I had a feeling that. Never. Just never," he moaned.
	I gently took his dick from my mouth, traced its crown and slit
with my tongue, and then rubbed it with my hand. I leaned into the stiff
shaft to rub its head across my chest. Slowly and sensuously, I ran the
hypersensitive slit of Blanton's fat dick into the point of my responsive
tit. The feeling made my own cock ache.
	I ran his cockhead across my pecs and did the same with my other
tit point and the slit of his pecker. Blanton groaned and then to my total
delight, his cock throbbed, pulsed, spasmed and shot out a thin stream of
leftover cum. The gooey white starch ran down my chest.
	"Oh... oh... argh," the big preacher moaned. "Oh gee, where'd that
trickle come from?"
	"Yes, that's it, big man; get it all out of those tight nuts," I
said, massaging gently at his balls while his gooey white starch ran down
my chest.
	"I think my cock head liked those cute nipples of yours," the
handsome minister friend said to me and smiled widely.
	I liked the compliment, especially enjoying that my quarter-sized
mannips had indeed turned my man lover on. I again raked his big cockhead
and its hypersensitive slit across my chest, lingering with the tip of each
of my nipples. He moaned and post-cum seeped from his mighty cock, wetting
my appreciative nipples.
	I looked up at Blanton, kissed the top of his wet dick and ran my
tongue across its slit. He was too sensitive; he jerked and then reached
down to push me away.
	"I can't take that, but oh gosh, it sure felt good," he said.
	I smiled and then moved up toward him, glad that I had pleased him,
thrilled that I had been the first to give him a blowjob. The only thing
was that my own cock was rock hard, rigid and long. When I leaned down to
kiss him, I felt my cock tap into his depleted balls.  Blanton returned my
kiss, running his fat tongue inside my mouth, no doubt, tasting traces of
himself. I gave myself to him; he kissed me hard with a show of
appreciation, pressing my naked body into his and massaging my back with
his strong hands.
	I melted into him, cherishing the movement when his hands went to
my buttocks and his fingers spread out to cover my ass. His initial
caresses dazed me, making me even hornier. I leaned up just a bit so my
stiff cock pushed aimlessly across his wet crotch.  My cock twitched; I was
sure it was leaking its cum starts.
	"That was quite a cum, Blanton. You shot off like a teenager."
	"It had been so long since I had come," he said.
	"How long," I inquired.
	"Weeks... Heck, a couple months, maybe longer."
	"Good god!" I exclaimed. "How could any virile man go that long?
Don't you at least beat off when your old lady doesn't want sex," I asked.
	"Seldom," he answered. "I haven't always been comfortable with that
either. I feel sort of guilty... weak of the flesh, I guess."
	"That's stupid and ridiculous," I said to him, again reaching down
to play with one of the long hairs sticking out from around his tits.
	"Maybe so, but that's just how it's been with me. I stay horny a
lot because of it."
	"Well let's get you over that. You must have a lot that still needs
to be released. A lot that's been stored up, and I want it."
	He chuckled and hugged me, but then said, "No, I think it's time I
get up and get my clothes on. We've got to stop this, Robby."
	"Not now," I replied.
	"If not now, when son," he asked.
	"After I've come, and you've come again and again."
	"Sorry, but I can't help you out, and this must end."

	Part Three
	 Transgressions

	Blanton turned over, pushed me gently off his body, and started to
stand. I stood with him, my dick sticking out boldly with its sexy arch. It
was at that moment that both Blanton and I noticed it.  There was an
amazing similarity between my cock and his. Of course, mine was that of a
young man who had just passed boyhood a few years before, and his was that
of a mature, middle-aged man. But otherwise, we were a lot alike. Our cocks
were similarly shaped, with puffy knobs encircled by almost heart-shaped
skin rims from how we had been cut. Our shafts and heads had the same
coloration and our vein lines were about the same. Though my dick was hard
and his had become almost flaccid, we looked to have about the same size
when all was equal. Neither of us had an enormous cock, yet both of us were
noticeably above average, with some extra girth.
	I took a bold step toward Blanton, purposefully causing our dicks
to touch. He stepped back. I followed him, my hard standing dick barely
nudging the end of his cockhead. Chills swept my body; grandiose sexual
currents shot through my shaft each time my cockhead kissed Blanton's.
	"Come on, Robby. Easy does it. We need to go," he said.
	Again, he stepped back, freeing our kissing dicks, but I again
followed. When the heads of our cocks kissed for the third time, he took
even another step backward, having now edged his back up against a large
boulder.
 	"Please Robby. I know you're eager; I know you don't have the same
hangups that I do, but..."
	I didn't allow the preacher to finish. With his back against the
rock, I reached down, took his cock in my hand and placed my eongated,
eager and erect cock against his soft, moist one. He hissed and gasped when
I began to massage both of them.
	Remnants of his cum helped to grease my cock. I used both hands to
love our dicks together. I looked at Blanton in the face; the red flush had
returned; and his breathing was getting deeper again. I knew I was turning
him on, lighting him up like a firecracker.
 	I took one hand away from our cocks, to run it up Blanton's belly
and then to fan it across his gorgeous chest. I worked his chest to relax
him, the whole time rubbing both cocks with the remaining hand as best I
could. Finally, I let go of my own ramrod, stroked his hard dick by itself
and used the thumb and index finger on my free hand to pinch, coil and
caress his nipple.
	"Damn! Oh damn it, Rob! I have no idea how you can turn me on like
you do," the Reverend Drake said.
	I smiled and continued, pulling tenderly at his sensitive mancock
and strumming his tit, teasing the meaty post into perking up yet
again. When his dick grew almost fully hard, I pressed him against the
rocks and kissed him hard on the mouth.
	We were both panting, barely able to control our breathing. I found
myself pushing my extended pecker into the space between his heavy ballsac
and his well-muscled thigh.
	When he grabbed my hip and then ran his other hand behind my back
to pull my hot body into his, I felt flashes of sexual synergy ignite in
both of us. My cock kept its assault on Blanton's loins, squeezing in
between his leg and nutsac; my hand stroked his meaty sword, bringing it to
another spearing erection.
	I moved my loins into his, dancing our nuts together. Blanton
grabbed my ass cheeks, helping to balance me as I lifted up so both hard
cocks could be placed shaft to shaft.
	There! Ah... hot meat to hot meat... he looked at me passionately,
kissed me lightly and massaged my lower back and ass with his large
palm. And then, I felt him touch me!
	At first, I thought only the back of his hand had brushed my cock,
but when his flesh returned, the palm closed around my shaft. He squeezed,
stroked me slowly and then rubbed his large, fatty finger over my puffy,
swollen head. I wetted his fingertip with a gob of my pre-cum.
	"Argghhh... oh... Blanton." I moaned. His hand began to jack me.
	He smiled. We kissed passionately. His hand pumped at my cock in a
backward motion. The motion didn't matter, only the touch of this marvelous
man mattered. My hips pumped his fist; my cockhead teased into his pubes,
time after time. I felt the hot surge of my creamy cum bolting from my
nuts.
	I turned my mouth down to suck at his neck. I grunted; I groaned; I
whimpered and cried out.
	"I guess fair is fair, huh Robby," he whispered. "You brought me
off, so I'll just bring you off, too. Do it fast, sport. Shoot it out there
for me."
	At that point I was only dimly aware that my other hand was
flashing up and down Blanton's own cock. While his wonderful hand
controlled my staff; my fist beat away at his meaty extension. We stood
there together, pressed tightly, moaning and feeling the tremendous cummy
surf of our balls crashing throughout the rest of our bodies.
	Biting into Blanton's neck, and loving every second of having my
hot cock encased in Blanton's solid palm, I came hard. So hard!
	My first sizzling strand of cum rope hit the crease of Blanton's
thick leg. The second spurt landed in his pubic patch. The third shot hit
him at the base of his cock, and the fourth and fifth spurts spilled out to
run between his fingers.
	"Yes, my son. Oh yeah, my boy. Enjoy yourself. What a fine, young
cock!"
	The powerful orgasm caused my knees to buckle. I let go of
Blanton's now hard cock to sink to the ground. He did not followed me down,
instead choosing to let go of my spitting tool. I groaned with guttural
sounds coming from deep within me as my prostate jerked inside me and my
balls pulsated as though my heart had moved down into them.
	 My cock twitched repeatedly, causing a last small spurt to
jettison from its piss hole and to spill out on the ground. My cum
subsided, but my jutted out cock still jerked and twitched as I knelt there
on my knees. The last few drops of my orgasmic pearls leaked from
it. Blanton stood over me, his own cock sticking out boldly, arching
slightly at the middle. He chuckled while running his hand through the top
of my hair.
	"Was that as good for you as it was for me," he said and again I
heard his wonderful sound of laughter. His humor amused himself.
	"It was fucking great," I assured him. "Thanks Blanton.
 	"Like I said, fair is fair," he responded.
	"But I know what it took for you to get into it like that," I said.
	"Hey, I was a little curious," he replied.
	"How so," I asked, wanting him to say more.
	"You know, about the feel of your dong; the feel of yours compared
to mine."
	"And how was it," I said still trying to recoup myself from the
bolting cum I had experienced.
	"Not bad, Robby. It felt a lot like my own; I was just holding and
stroking it from a different position. I'd have a hard time saying which of
us is bigger."
	"A hard time," I inquired and chuckled.
	Blanton also chuckled. Again, he doused my thick hair with his
hands and then ran one of his hands down to stroke his own cemented
cock. He stroked the readied piece of meat once, twice, three times. I
watched intently as he stood there over me. Finally, Blanton whispered,
"Please, help me get rid of this. Please."
	The kinky, sort of sadistic side of me would have loved to have
seen this handsome, but needy, man beg for my sexual attentions just a
little more, but there was little point to that and I was too damn eager. I
wrapped my hand around his bloated staff, squeezed it, pumped it, and
noticed that perhaps Blanton's mature cock was a little thicker than my
own. I opened my mouth and invited his hot pecker inside.
	The heated shaft pushed into my mouth. As I vacuumed him in with my
tongue and throat, Blanton began to moan. I knew he was feeling that
special sexual thrill that occurs when hot charges of delight flash inside
the ass, extending from the prostate to the very tip of the dick and
causing the dick to feel painfully hard. At first, I pumped at the base of
his hungry shaft with one hand and massaged his tight balls with the other
while sucking vigorously at the puffy knob of his cock. Blanton hissed and
fought to choke back a scream.
	"Oh damn, Rob! What a horny sapsucker you are, son," Blanton
panted.
	My hands left his crotch to caress his big ass cheeks, enjoying
their pads of flesh. I slapped them several times and felt Blanton begin to
pump his hips at me. I slapped him harder on the buttocks, and he began to
thrust his lengthy, fat cock into the depths of my throat.
	 His rhythm increased with each stroke; his full, hairy balls
banged my chin. My hands roamed his backside, clawed at his ass, and then
came around to flirt with his smooth belly. Finally, I pushed my fingers
upwards, found his huge, puckered tits and pulled on them with great
vigor. I pulled the big paps out from his chest quite a ways and then
pinched down on their points.
	"Pull those things; pinch some of that tit flesh off me," he
cried. "Twist my tits so hard!"
	Losing control and forgetting his inhibitions, Blanton started face
fucking me. The big man drove his cock into my mouth without regard for
either the meat of his cock that raked along my teeth or my throat passage
that was being expanded by his oversized dick.
	"Take it, Robby. Take it, now," the older man demanded. His whole
body burned inside from its lusty needs; his nipples ached of pleasure as I
scratched at them; and his more than seven inches of raging cock was about
to explode. His hands came up to the thick hair on my head. Blanton grabbed
me by the hair and then to my total shock and amazement, he lost complete
control. The reverend started forcing me to deep-throat his turgid shaft
with great repetition. He spiked me with his cock!
	"Oh yes, just like this, just like this, just like this," he panted
as though a madman. He forced my face on to the fleshy pole time and again,
making me choke on his cock and causing my nose to plunge into his pubic
forest. "Oh... awrgghhh... Robby... my son, my boy, my sapsucker!" He came!
	His cock had swollen so much until release had to come. His tight
balls belched, his cock's eye opened and shots of his hot seed went down my
throat. Blanton's first shots were heavy, providing me with a mouthful of
his steamy cum. Although he didn't come as much as he had the first time,
his sperm juice was plentiful. Before Blanton finished, he forced my mouth
from his spitting cock.  He let his last two shots of sperm shoot from his
bulbous head to land on my face. The cummy strands hit me in the nose, eyes
and cheeks. He wiped his dick across my lips as the remaining drops bubbled
at his slit.
	When he had finished, he collapsed on to the ground with me. We
held each other tight; I listened to his beating heart while he eased a
hand across my chest. I smiled widely when he brought his thumb up to strum
at my right nipple. It was a friendly move, just to show me that he
appreciated our lovemaking.
	"Wow, that was fabulous, Robby. I hope you don't mind that I got a
little carried away there," Blanton said.
	"I'm here for you to get carried away with," I replied. "You were
fantastic. I could suck your cock all day long."
	"I never guessed that you were a sapsucker." He pinched my tit and
then leaned up to kiss me on the forehead. He rested his head on my
shoulder, and added, "That pot sure is some good stuff to get an old fart
like me to let his gaurd down."
	"Or even to remove his shorts," I quipped, reminding Blanton of how
apprehensive he had been to go naked with me. I suspected Blanton was so
horny that his guard could have been taken down without the help of the
pot. The pot simply made it easier for himself. He smiled, turned over and
then leaned down to kiss me on the tit that he had been rubbing. I arched
my chest to give my small nipple to him; unlike the similarity we had with
our dicks, my tits were tiny compared to the succulent patches that rested
on Blanton's chest. Mine were nickle-sized at best, but Blanton didn't seem
to mind as his tongue lapped away.
	I moaned and encouraged him to keep his lips on my chest. He kissed
from tit to tit before changing positions to give me a great chest
massage. His manly palms dominated my lusty pecs; his hands massaged the
sensitive muscles of my chest with magnificient movements. Before I
realized it, I relaxed totally, giving myself to Blanton's touch. The pot
and suck sessions with Blanton had taken the very best of my energies.

	Part Four:
	Reward and Punishment

	I dozed off, long enough for Blanton to leave me for a swim in the
lake. I opened my eyes to see the minister floating in the lake, naked,
with the sun glistening across his smooth belly and hairy crotch. The late
afternoon sun appeared to bounce off the droplets of water covering his
chest and shoulders. The sun was setting behind him. With his hair wet, he
looked gorgeous, sensuous, so damn tempting. No doubt he had left me to go
swimming in the lake so he could wash the sex from his body.
	I eased my body upright. I stood and gently walked to the edge of
the lake. Blanton floated on, unaware of my movement, obviously enjoying
the warmth of the sun on his fat, white cock. I slipped off the embankment
into the lake and immediately dove under the water. I figured Blanton had
heard me and would try to duck me once I surfaced, but I hoped he had gone
on floating in the sun's warmth, relaxed by the day's sex. And then, to my
delight, and from under the shadowy waters, I saw his muscular ass. Feeling
a slight strain from holding my breathe, I swam toward him. My cock charged
as I neared Blanton's sexy ass cheeks. His buttocks were fairly large, but
they were also tight and well-muscled.
	My hands grabbed the crown of both ass cheeks. I squeezed. Blanton
yelped and started thrashing about. I lost my grip on his ass, but grabbed
for his crotch instead. I swiped at both his cock and balls, but could not
grab either without hurting him. My fingertips danced through his wet
pubes.
	"Shucks boy, what in world are you doing," the reverend exclaimed.
	"Just a fish taking a little nibble," I joked.
	"Taking a bite, I'd say," he said.
 	"Pay backs are hell," I replied, leaning up to spit a stream of
water at him. He backhanded water at me; we were childish together. He
moved close to me; I edged into him. His arms went around me to pull my
body completely into his. We kissed. Our kiss became involved; our chests
moved together sparking flashes of sensuality between us; I began to caress
his wonderful dick. Again, our lusts took over. The kiss lingered; our
tongues fucked at each other for what seemed like a minute or more before
we broke apart to catch our breathe.
	And then, Blanton dunked me! But this time, once he pushed my hand
under, he let go of me, letting me surface easily.
	"Like you said, paybacks are hell," he quipped.
	"Asshole," I replied.
	"Let's get to shore," he said.  "The sooner, the better," I said,
anticipating another suck session with him and hoping now that he would
return my love. We swam toward the edge of the lake. Once there, I got
ready to lift myself up to the rocky embankment. I pulled once, but failed
to grab the upper rock and ended up back in the lake, almost on top of
Blanton.
	"Here, let me give you a hand," Blanton offered. "I might need one
up myself." We chuckled and then I felt his large palm on my buttocks.
	Damn! The older man's touch absolutely drove me nuts. Pure and
simple. Before I realized it, I eased my ass back on his entire hand, his
middle fingers sank into the crack of my ass. Feeling somewhat comfortable
with Blanton by now, I joked, "Oogghhh... Scratch right there, reverend."
	"Come on now, scoot your butt up and get out," he said.
	Instead, I wiggled my ass at him and reached back to play with his
dick. He was hard. Mighty hard! Surprisingly hard for a man his age who had
come twice in the last couple of hours. I stroked him a couple of times,
before he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
	"Come on, no playing around, let's get out on dry land," he said.
	"Fine. Whatever you prefer," I replied. I turned, and again I got
ready to grab for the upper ledge. I scooted my ass down, readying myself
for the slight jump up out of the water. But as I edged my ass back, it
happened!
	 I backed perfectly into the tip of Blanton's ramrod cock. Its tip
hit me at the doorway of my gaped ass. Upon reflex, we both moaned. I did
not move away, instead, I took the liberty to back even further into
Blanton, keeping his cockhead in the crevice of my butt.
	"Oh... geez..." I moaned while squeezing the tip of Blanton's puffy
cockhead in the edges of my ass.
	"Do I feel what I think I feel," Blanton asked.
	"Yes, oh yes," I said and again I used the muscles of my ass to
grab a fraction of an inch or more of Blanton's cockhead.
	My legs pushed against the rocks underneath the water's surface;
Blanton grabbed me around the rib cage and waist to support us.
	With a little positioning, our loins connected underneath the
water. Blanton's big cockhead tapped into me and edged its way into the
doorway of my box.
	"Is this okay," he said, his breathing heavy; his barritone voice
wrought with sexual excitement.
	"Oh yes, it's okay. Just fine, preacher man..."
	 He slid his prick up my tight shit-chute little by little. I
moaned, slightly at first, but louder the further in me he got. His fat
dick was a fine piece of meat. It jabbed me, and I flinched. In response,
Blanton held me very still to let me relax, squeezing me with a sense of
reassurance before continuing his erotic invasion. With a couple of more
extended jabs, his firm, anxious dick buried itself to the balls.
	"Oh yes, Blanton. Oh yes!"
	"Oh Rob. Yeah!"
	"So damn good, I said. "So damn, good."
	"Am I hurting you, Robby?"
	"A little, but it feels wonderful."
	"Want me to pull out?"
	"Hell no. No way, sir. Your cock is magnificient."
	"That good, huh," he asked, rotating his hips to stir the hot oven
of my ass. "Think we can make it feel even better?"
	I whimpered as his hot cock stirred my bowels slowly. His prick was
so damn thick! "I want you, Blanton. All of you," I whimpered as his cock
speared the depths of my ass. "I want you to make love to me. To fuck me."
	He squeezed me and leaned down to kiss my neck. He began to pump
his cock gently into and out of me. He worked his prick around my butt, the
water sloshing between us, caressing us to even greater heights of passion.
	Blanton licked my neck, sucked on my ear, pushed his hands up and
down the front of my body and let his pecker slide into and out of me. I
grunted and groaned, hardly believing the sensation... Or the realization
that Blanton Drake, a handsome minister almost twice my age, was fucking me
out of my mind... Or that our bodies were tearing at each other under the
damn water.
	Blanton's slashing cock tore the passion fruit from deep within the
vines of my bowels. The physical meshing of our bodies was tremendous. One
of his hands played with my belly, holding me up and into him; the other
played across my chest.
	To further help us out, Blanton lifted me so I could grab the
ledge. I was then able to push up and down, off and on his fat cock,
letting the water's buoyancy increase the ease of our amazing fuck.
	"Darn it, Robby! I ain't never known sex like this," the older man
panted.
	"Fucking crazy ain't it," I replied, breathing heavily.
	"Oh man; your ass is so hot and tight; so tight!"
	"Screw me, Blanton. Screw me with your mighty cock!"
	Our fuck motion continued for several incredible moments. His cock
pistoned in me, burning itself throughout the tunnel of my ass. My ass
gripped away at his cock, wanting to straggle the cum from it.
	"Fuck me hard, big Blanton. Fuck me with the power of all your
cock!"
	His rhythm increased, the power of his thrusts iognited me, we
clung together, mighty to mighty in great lust. He was sucking at my neck,
screwing me deeply with his wonderful cock. I was kissing him passionately
all over his face and tearing at his massive chest, pulling his nipples
beyond their bounds.
	And then, Blanton held me tight while his dick pulsated, jerked and
twitched. His cockhead flared inside me, sending me to greater heights of
raw pleasure.
	"Argh... oh, oh, Robby, baby..."
	Blanton's warm spurts began to splatter my guts. Three or four
strong streams of cum squirted inside me. His big cock twitched wildly each
time it jerked out to release a wad of its delicious sperm.
	Blanton felt his load scream up to shoot into my ass. He closed his
eyes and shivered with exhilarating joy. He kept his rigid cock planted in
the very depths of my ass, letting its milky spray cool my red hot
chute. He ground his belly into my back, pushed his balls into mine, and
allowed the last drops of his spunk to spill into me.
	"Oh Robby. Oh, boy, that was so good. So good," he said.
	I felt his dick throbbing inside me. It twitched and my butt
muscles encircled it. The closeness was unbelievable. I wished we were on
land so we could fall asleep, with his pecker trapped inside me. When his
cock started going soft, disappointment swept me.
 	"Are you okay," he asked.
	"I'm fine, Brother Blanton. As fine, as fine can be."
	"I felt okay to you, huh" he asked.
	"Okay? You were fantastic! I also never knew doing it in the water
could make things so good. Of course, your thick cock had a lot to do with
that."
	He smiled and said, "I don't know if I've ever come three times in
one day, and I know I've never come three times in three hours."
	"Glad I could be the one to help with things," I said.
	"You... and that crazy pot... and my horny dick that's been without
for so long."
	* * * * *
	Finally, we were able to pull our drained bodies from the lake. We
lay in the grass. With his hands cradling the back of his head, Blanton's
sexy underarms were available to me. I licked his hairy armpit, tickling
him, but also charging his hot zone. I could tell he liked how I enjoyed
all parts of his body. After a while though, I stopped to snuggle in his
pit, my mouth on its crease.  Blanton hugged me to him; again I tasted the
fine hairs of his underarm.
	It had been a long afternoon, and the water fucking had been
tremendous, but one thing remained outstanding. My cock! While Blanton had
screwed me with the finest of technique, he had allowed my excited cock to
go unattended. I knew it had squirted a small spurt or two because I had
watched my semen float to the top of the lake beside me. But I had not been
able to reach a ball-breaking cum, and Blanton had been too busy holding us
in position to be able to whack me off.
	Turning his large frame to me, Blanton surveyed my
straight-standing cock. His eyes met mine; he let go of a tight smile; he
asked, "Are you going to just lay here sapsucker or are you going to take
care of your needs down there?" He chuckled and extended his hand to caress
my chest. He pressed the print of his fatty thumb into my nipples, leaving
his stamp. He leaned over and planted a good kiss on the left one. He
looked up at me and said, "Come on, son. Let me watch you beat off."
	Blanton did not have to ask again. I grabbed my cock and started
stroking it. A tight, sexy smile escaped Blanton's lips. My hand stroked
with a regular pace for a while. Blanton caressed me down the top of my
leg, up and around my belly and then over my pecs. His took time to strum
my tits with his thumbs. Just the thought that the sexy reverend was
caressing my nipple, and wanting to watch me cum multiplied my sexual
thrills. My hand began to flash up and down my rod.
	"That's it, baby. Beat it off... Pound that thing," he said.  With
Blanton caressing me and my balls boiling, I flexed my hips, massaged my
tight balls and pumped the cum from my shaft. Blanton smiled widely,
obviously enjoying the sight of my cock shooting its wad. My first strand
arched up and fell onto my upper leg. I then leaned over, aiming the
cockhead at Blanton's lower belly.
	"Yeah, that's okay. Fire it on me, sapsucker," the older man
encouraged.
     With my hand pumping away at my cock, my second, third and fourth
shots blasted out to sizzle in Blanton's pubes. Several other smaller
spurts spilled between my fingers. When I finished, I took my cum-soaked
hand, reached around and rubbed it into Blanton's ass cheeks.
	For several minutes, we lay there together. I rested from my cum;
Blanton kept looking at me with a wonderful smile as though he was an
appreciative friend. We kissed a few times, never anything long and deep,
just pecks, lips to lips though. I leaned over to enjoy one of my favorite
treats, sucking his big tits. He liked it, but finally he told me enough
was enough and that his nipples were quite tender. I still traced the
colored patches with my fingertips.
 	My eyes moved upward to look at Blanton. He was falling asleep. I
kissed his tits, the middle of his chest and the top of his belly for a
while and then rested my head on his beefy chest. I, too, fell asleep, our
sex had depleted us.
	* * * * *
	Something hit my chest. My eyes opened. I did not know how long I
had been asleep, but the sun had gone down, with only the faint trace of
daylight remaining. I looked up to see Blanton towering above me. He had
put his pants on, but his chest remained bare. I then saw him throw
something else down at me and then another object.
	Getting my wits about me, I leaned up to see a belt, jumper cables
and a deer knife lying on my belly and chest. "What's going on, Blanton?
Where'd these things come from?"
	"I went up to your truck," he said.  "It's time, son."
	"Huh?" I mumbled puzzled by Blanton's actions. "It's time for what,
sir?"
	"Time for me to take my punishment. It's best. It'll make me feel
cleansed for what I've done."
	"Are you nuts," I asked. "What are you talking about."
	Blanton squatted down by me. Again, I could tell he was studying my
body. I remained nude, although at some point Blanton had draped my tee
shirt over my middle. I looked at the minister, wishing he had not put on
his pants, but glad I could still admire his fine bare chest.
	"I can't believe what we did, Robby. I committed deep sin. I want
to be punished for it."
	Not understanding what he had in mind, I reached out to touch his
chest, but he moved away.
	"Using the belt, and those cables and my knife, I want you to
punish me."
	"I won't do that, Blanton. I won't hurt you. You don't have to feel
guilty about what you did. We were just two men loving each other. What's
wrong with love?"
	"Hush Robert Ellis! Shut up!" Blanton demanded. He shocked me with
his exclamation, at the same time I was startled that he knew my middle
name. He stood up, unsnapped his pants, and let them fall from his
hips. His cock stood semi-erect. He had not put on his wet briefs; he
stepped out of his pants, with his nude body presenting itself again. My
loins heated up.
	"Give me the punishment I deserve, Robby. It's the only way. Please
accommodate me. Please, without protest."
	"What do want me to do," I asked.
	My naked, older friend moved back against one of the rocks. Facing
me, he grabbed up to a couple of the pointed edges of the rocky embankment,
stretching his torso out. It caused me to again admire the splendor of his
broad chest.
	"For starters, I want you to clamp those cables to my sinfully big
breasts," he said, his voice wrought with the need to have me do as he
asked.
	I hesitated, not sure of myself or Blanton or the situation between
us.
	"Go on, Robby. Do it!"
	"Oh, Blanton. I don't want to hurt you. I won't do that to you,
there." I reached up to run my fingertips across his responsive reddened
paps; he allowed the caresses for several seconds, then he stopped me.
	"The clamps, Robby. You must hurt me!"
	"Why, Blanton. I think your nipples are gorgeous. Succulent. Sexy!"
	"Hurt me for my transgressions! Abuse my tits!"
	"But Blanton, do you know what you're asking. Please, instead,
let's make love again."
	"I cannot take your pleasure without taking the sacrifice of pain,"
he replied, this time harshly. He inhaled as though growing exasperated
with me. "Please, son! Please!"
	The sex and pot had obviously overwhelmed Blanton's better sense of
judgment, but I tired of his pleading demands. I grabbed the jumper cables,
pinched the clamps out wide and then touched the cold metal to Blanton's
enlarged tits. I raked the sharp edges over the stuffy meat of his wide
areola.
	"Are you sure, Blanton," I asked.
	He swallowed. Holding tight to the boulders above to stretch his
innocent breasts, he swallowed again and looked down at the big steel
pinchers, and said, "Please boy, go through with it!"
	I let go of the pinchers, letting them claw into his fleshy
paps. Blanton grunted and groaned. The cables pinched at his muscular
breasts, tearing into the tender tits.
	"Oh, Rob! Oh, that hurts so much. Oh, the pain... the punishment!"
Blanton moaned. I made sure the cable claws weren't cutting his nipples,
but I could tell the pain was horrendous.
	He turned, the clamps pinching tight to his tits, drawing them up
into a wrinkled wad. Hurting from the sharp claws scratching at his
mannips, Blanton said, "Get the knife, Robby. Get it!"
	I picked the knife up and brought it over to Blanton. Weakened and
in pain, he looked at me and said, "Shave the hair off my fat balls. Let
them grow a new." He looked at me and said, "Just do as I ask, Rob. Do it!
If it never grows back, I'll know it's a sign."
	When he grabbed his peter and held it out of the way, I became
weakened by the sight of his dangling nuts. He was trusting me to shave his
hair without cutting him. I found the thought wildly exciting.
	Blanton watched as I went about finishing his ritual. I took the
razor sharp knife, brought it close to the very base of his juicy cock that
Blanton was holding out of the way, and then placed the sharpened edge on
his nutsac. I began to shave the man's fine set of balls. His skin reddened
as the knife shaved the hair from his wrinkled plums.
	"Oh yeah, that's it, that's it, Robby."
	"Damn, makes your balls look real fleshy. Real fresh, almost
child-like," I quipped.
	He dropped his dick, took his hand and palmed his hairless nuts. I
wished he had invited me to lick them, to cool them for him. When, he let
go of his nuts, I again looked at the contrast between the pubes at his
cock's base and the smoothness of his balls below.
	The tired minister looked at me, and then said, "I'm going to turn
around, so you can now beat my ass with my belt."
	"What?" I asked, surprised that he wanted me to beat him, even
though he had shown me the belt.
	Blanton registered a pained look, no doubt feeling the clamps
cutting on his tits. But he turned his back to me, presenting me his round
ass.
	"Because I fucked your butt, yielded to that temptation, I want you
to punish my own ass."
	"Come on, Blanton. Enough's enough."
	"Whip me with my belt, Robby."  "Blanton, please, no."
	"Do it, Robby! Please. Do it and be done with it!"
	"I can't... I don't want to hurt you," I said almost lovingly.
	"Do it, Robby. I want you to whip me. It's the least I deserve."
	The sound of his voice was convincing. "Is this what you really
want me to do," I asked.
	"Yes. Do it, son. Punish me for having fucked you. Punish me hard."
	"But Blanton, I liked what we did."
	"Do it, Robby. Do it or we'll never be able to justify our lusts!"
	I didn't much understand Blanton. Sometimes religious types do the
strangest things. But his need to be punished was real. I decided to
satisfy him. Whatever it took, but I sure didn't want him leaving me with
any feelings of guilt about the love we had shared. I took his belt in my
hand, squeezed it and then drew it back. His buttocks were fleshy and
sexy. I swung the belt, smacking it along his ass, but hardly using enough
force to make it sting.
	"It must be harder, Robby. Much harder," Blanton said. I didn't
react, so he shouted, "Do it, now."
	"But Blanton this..."
	He interrupted, "For the sake of the sacrifice, Robby, I can't take
these clamps off my tits until you finish my punishment, and they are
already hurting me badly. Please Robby, be quick. Hurt me. Whip me!"
	"Oh damn," I said. I took the belt, doubled it and then stepped
closer to Blanton's fine ass. I looked at the scrumptious butt, wishing he
were asking me to rim it instead, but I decided to give Blanton what he
wanted. I drew the belt back and lashed it against his lovely white
ass. The leather tore at the skin. A red mark of the strap surfaced along
his butt.
	"Again and again, Robby. Harder and harder. Now, do it. Punish me,"
Blanton demanded again. But seeing the red stripe of Blanton's pretty butt,
I decided I didn't want to continue.
	I stopped, but Blanton looked back at me and said with a certain
challenge to his voice, "Can you do as I ask, son? Or are you just some
wimpy sapsucker too queer to do a man's job?"
	If Blanton's mission was to piss me off, he was succeeding. He then
added, "Do it sapsucker. Don't pussy out on me."
	I drew the belt back and again whacked Blanton on his ass. "Oh,
yeah, do it. Do it," the preacher demanded, his arms stretched out above
his head, the clamps biting at his luscious tits.
	I hit him again, harder than before. And again, even harder. Red
lines crisscrossed his ass. Blanton groaned in pain, but challenged me
saying, "Are you a pussy or just a weak-handed fag?" His words caused me to
lose control.
	My next five or six lashes were strong and powerful, popping the
belt and causing the leather and skin to burn together. The leather ate at
his ass. His buttocks were smoked. Blanton cried out from the pain. When
the leather cut a gash into his skin, I eased up on the force, but I still
beat him with six or seven more strong lashes.
	Blanton moaned, groaned, whimpered and then cried out, "Enough!
Enough..."
	I had administered about 15 lashes from start to finish, with
several of those being painful, skin cutting blows. His ass was red and
welted. The lines of the belt's lash striped him. He wasn't bleeding, but
his skin smoldered.
	He turned around and fell back against the rock. No doubt, the
coolness of the rock comforted his burning ass. But when I looked down, I
saw that his fat cock arched out, fully aroused, with a droplet of his
cream on its end. I dropped the belt and moved over to him.
	I removed the jumper cables, noticing how bitten and pinched his
injured tits looked. I wanted to lick the injured paps...to kiss them and
love them and suckle from their sore tips.
	I then feasted my eyes on what awaited me; Blanton had a roaring
hard on indeed. The whipping had turned him on.
	As he gasped on the rock and tried easing the pain in his body, I
dropped to my knees.  Once my lip met his cockhead, it didn't take long.
	"Oh Robby... we mustn't... so soon after the sacrifice..."
	I sucked on, caressing his lower belly and pubes, sucking at his
hard cock. Remembering his newly shaven balls, I popped off the dick just
long enough to lap at them. He groaned, his burly voice laced with sexual
need. I licked his balls, giving them a nice fresh gleen. I then took each
in my mouth and tongue around its bottom. I stroked away at Blanton's hard,
powerful standing cock.
	"Robby... Robby... You have such a hold on me... Oh boy, my boy..."
	I sucked at his balls and twisted at his leaking pecker. He bucked
his hips at me, giving me the last of his remaining energy.
	"Oh Robby... Yeah, son. It's okay, suck me off again... suck me
off, again!"
	As soon as my lips and tongue returned to his sensitive piss hole,
Blanton pushed his cockhead into my mouth and let go yet another cum. He
cried out, pumped his hips at me, and struggled to release the last of the
cum from deep within his balls. His first squirt was a strong one. Again I
enjoyed his manly taste. After his first shot though, his cock jerked and
his slit opened but only small amounts of juice were released. As I held to
his dick, a few drops dribbled out of his head to wet my tongue. Blanton
gasped and yelped and fell back to totally enjoy the cum.
	When he had finished, he leaned over me and said, "Forgive me for
my transgressions, Robby."
	"There's nothing to forgive," I uttered.
	He frowned and leaned up to display his tender paps. He looked down
at himself and then at me, and said, "But yes, there is lots to forgive,
Robby.
	"Okay then," I said without regard, hoping to dismiss the
conversation.
	But instead, Blanton replied, "Perhaps, I deserve a lot of
punishment; after all, I gave myself the physical pleasures of four orgasms
in one day. That has never happened in my entire life!"
	I paused, looked at him carefully, and again felt a deep sense of
love for the man regardless of his need for cleansing.
	"Blanton, I don't know for what I'm suppose to forgive you. Please
remember that I'm really the one responsible for any seduction here."
	He looked at me, brought his hand up to my face, and said, "Maybe
you were, and maybe you weren't."

	Epilogue

	The sex between the Reverend Blanton Drake and myself did not end
there. It had been too hot to cool so easily.
	After that day by the lake, I did not see Blanton for almost a
month. I tried calling him, but he did not return my messages. When I
attended his church, he acted surprised to see me and almost cold when I
saw him outside after the service. I waited a couple of weeks and went back
to the church, but again his reception was cool.
	Thinking that he could not overcome his sense of guilt or else
thinking his love life had improved at home, I conceded that sex with him
was to be a one-time affair.
	But late one night, two or three weeks later, there was a tap on
the door to my apartment. I opened it, and there stood Blanton. His
presence was gorgeous; hot flashes of sexual need scorched my balls.
	"Do you have any time for an old man," he asked.
	"I thought I told you once that you're not an old man," I
replied. "Come in, come in."
	I made coffee for us, mixing some regular Columbian caffeinated
with a twist of amaretto. He complimented me on the taste. I could tell he
needed to relax. I asked him if he wanted to smoke a joint, but he
declined. We chit-chatted and then I felt our minds locking together.
	Finally, Blanton said, "I came here to see what I felt without
being stoned. And I still feel attracted to you; I can't forget what we
shared, Robby."
	I moved over by him on the couch. "I can't forget it either,
Blanton."
	Before either of us could say much else, we embraced and kissed
hard. His lips were marvelous to the touch. I reached up and began to
unbutton his shirt. He pawed at my back as our mouths clung together.
	When I got his shirt open, I parted it wide, exposing his beefy
pecs and wide nipples. He leaned over to present the tit to me. I kissed
down his neck, taking only seconds before locking my lips to his right
tit. He groaned, and I bit down on the tit.
	"Oh Robby... Robby, Robby baby," Blanton cried as I reached down to
squeeze his enormous hard on.
	"Have you cum since we were together," I asked.
	"No," he said.
	"Promise," I asked.
	"Okay, I beat off a couple of times, thinking about you," he said.
	We kissed passionately. I worked to open his fly. When I got the
zipper down, I reached inside to fish out his pecker. To my delight,
Blanton was not wearing any undies. I brought his blood engorged pecker out
into the open and stroked it with my fist.
	He moaned; I moaned; and I hunched up at him with my own iron rod.
	I unsnapped his trousers, letting them fall down his hips. I
prepared the end of his outstanding cock for my mouth. Most of all, I
noticed the hair that had returned to his ripe and ready balls.
	I sucked off Blanton twice that night. Hearing his manly cries of
delight each time I ate his cock to a cum made my balls boil. He unloaded
heavy rounds of hot spunk each time he came.
	Blanton also beat me off, teasing me by getting my dick almost to
the point of shooting and then taking his hand away. He took me to the edge
several times that way. Finally, I grabbed his fist, refusing to let him
move it. He squeezed down and my cock shot out its steamy cum.
	After that night, for several months to follow, we began to meet
about once a week. He remained reserved and restrained, but kept showing me
greater and greater amounts of interests each time we were together. I
loved being with him, feeling him hold me in his strong arms, enjoying his
touch as he stroked my back or relishing the times when he stroked my rigid
cock. Most of all, I waited for those moments when he would spread his
legs, giving me undeniable access to his needy cock.
	I often wanted Blanton to fuck me, but he seldom allowed himself
that pleasure. The few times he screwed me, I had to teasingly work him up
with my hands or mouth and then refuse to get him off. Eventually, he would
accept my ass and its hot depths for the pleasure of a much needed cum. His
thick dick pried my tunnel open each time, but the pain was always
secondary to the extraordinary feeling of having his dick firing off its
cum deep inside me.
	And after each time he fucked me, Blanton would turn over, grab the
bedposts, and demand that I beat his ass with his belt. Without fail, there
was a certain cleansing type of punishment that he wanted whenever he
fucked me.
	Then there was the last time. "Beat by ass; beat it for sodomizing
you," he cried on what became a night to remember. "Burn it up. Draw the
blood from those hot buns. Beat me... whip me... make my ass bleed, Robby,"
he moaned.
	"And this time, I shall beat you harder than ever," I said, knowing
my own lust had to be released. I used my own belts to tie his wrist to the
bed, and then grabbed a couple of neckties to secure his ankles. I had
never tied him like that, but I could tell he liked how much I was getting
into the act. Once Blanton was secured, I started whipping his ass again. I
didn't stop until his backside was good and striped, and his cheeks were
welted a crimson red.
	He was groaning from the pain. I knew I had whipped him harder than
ever before. I knew he would have a hard time sitting down for some
time. The welts ridged his otherwise pretty ass cheeks.
	Then, I let my lust take charge. I knelt over his ass and kissed
his cheeks, easing the pain. He moaned, and asked me to stop, but there was
little he could do being tied to the bed as he was.
	I parted his ass crack and wedged my tongue inside. I licked down
to his puckered doorway, for the first time discovering the most personal
of Blanton's crevices. I edged my tongue up inside his ass canal, and heard
him screaming.
	"Please Robby... oh, no... please, you mustn't... Please!"
	I used my tongue to tease the walls of his virgin ass. He tasted
spicey, almost like blackened grouper. I could hear him panting, begging me
to stop. Instead, I started sucking at his ass, bringing his fat cock to a
raging boner.
	I vacuumed his ass until he lost all control. With his rigid cock
pressed between his body and the bedsheets, my ass tonguings made him
squirm until he brought himself off. He lay there exhausted, in the puddle
of his own cum, but I wasn't finish.
	I got up on the bed by him, aimed my turgid shaft, and drilled
through the doorway of his pristine piece of ass. My cockhead had never
felt anything so hot and stimulating.
	"Oh Robby... I feel your cock inside me... all the way inside me,"
Blanton panted.
	"All the way inside you," I assured. I shoved upward, feeling the
splendid walls of his butt tearing at the heated flesh of my cock. The
waves of cum overwhelmed my body. Just as I started to fuck Blanton, my
balls popped their juices. I simply couldn't stand the immense pleasure of
my dick meat meeting his tubular essence.
	I shot off and cried into the night. I brought my hands under him
to claw at his manly breasts, squeezing his wonderfully perky tits with my
forefingers and thumbs. I collapsed on his back; and I extended my bloated
cock as far into him as possible.
	"That's it, Robby... Oh, that's it. Shoot the good reverend
full. Shoot him hard."
	"I love you, Blanton. Love you so much," I gasped as the cum
enveloped me and my spurts flooded his ass.
	He had enjoyed my assault on his ass just as he and I had enjoyed
every physical thing we had ever done together. Once I released him and we
had rested, Blanton got up from the bed. He reached for one of the belts,
and then said, "Now turn over, Robby. Turn over and take your whipping."
	"But Blanton, I don't..."
	"Turn over like a man. Nobody gets my ass without a price."
	I knew he was serious. Without further protest, I turned over and
offered my buttocks to him. He didn't delay. He swung the belt back and
whacked my bottom hard. I cried out.
	Blanton hit me seven times; I do not think I could have withstood
15 or 20 lashes. My ass burned immensely. I think he knew my pain because
after he hit me with a skin-cutting lash on the sixth blow, he hit me
fairly lightly on the seventh blow and then stopped.
	Blanton threw the belt on the floor, went into the bathroom, wetted
a washcloth and then came back to cool off my stinging ass. His pampering
of my butt felt nice.  "You took it like a man, Robby. And a fine man, you
are."
	"Thanks Blanton. Thanks for everything."
	That night we talked about trying to be together. We wanted sex
together more often, and we wanted to spend even more time together. We
talked about how maybe he could pretend he was going out of town at times
and instead he could come over and spend the days and nights with me. We
talked about maybe him talking his wife into renting one of the rooms out
in their house, and in the scheme of things, I could become the renter.
Blanton even talked about leaving the ministry and his wife.
	We talked for a long while. But finally, I knew we couldn't be
together. Just as I had finally taken the opportunity to fuck Blanton, I
knew even the best of things had to come to an end. No bad pun intended!
	I think Blanton had realized as much, but he wanted me to come to
that conclusion myself. As much as I wanted to continue being with him, I
knew I couldn't be so self-serving. As I saw it, it would be particularly
selfish to take a man like Blanton for my own lover while hurting a lot of
other people who would be affected by that change in his life.
	I couldn't be responsible for him ending his career and marriage or
disappointing the hundreds of good and decent church people who looked to
him for guidance. Most of all, I couldn't risk him regreting a mistake
later and blaming our love and lust for it. I couldn't even be absolutely
sure that he was the only lover that I would want for the long-term. After
a lengthy talk, we concluded something had to change or else we would be
discovered and change would be forced upon us.
	Before Blanton Drake left my apartment that night, I took time to
again make love to him. I caressed each special part of his body. I wanted
to be able to remember him... the way he moaned and groaned when he
came... the way his huge copper-colored nipples puckered out for my
lips... the way he enjoyed me combing my hands through his pubes... the way
my bloated cock felt inside the warm tunnel of his ass... and the way my
mouth never tired of his marvelous dick.
	And when he got ready to leave, I stood at the door of my apartment
and kissed him long and hard, making sure that my fingers found his fat
mannips and grinding my hard cock against his fat privates.
	He then opened the door and left. When the door shut, I knew that
our affair had ended, but that I had special memories of a lifetime.