Date: Sun, 8 May 2022 13:19:46 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Reverend Christopher ( gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MM) Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/MM This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2022 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Reverend Christopher By Wolf My mother would make for an interesting physical study. She had been raised in a very religious family that belonged to a small fundamental Church of Jealous Christ. One of those Louisiana backwater churches that force the congregations to stand up and publicly confess their sins, and absorbs and spreads outlandish compulsory theories. She still believes what she was taught and attends church services even though she never confesses the sins heaviest on her guilty conscience. My mother would be called a loose woman, slut, or whore by the church. She had me out of wedlock by any number of males that could have been my father. The lest home and moved to New Orleans where she plied her trade from a cheap second story apartment. She still went to church regularly but passed herself off as a widow. She could only hope that no member of the congregation never frequented the area she hung out at. As for the men that came upstairs, they did look me over as they followed Mom to her bedroom. I heard the foul talk and heard the noises of the headboard banging the wall and the cheap bed springs complaining. It became common for the men exiting her bedroom to pause alongside the cheap couch that served as my bed to have me lick their balls and cock and suck on it until they came in my mouth before they finished zipping up their pants and leaving. One such evening when she came home stumbling drunk with a tall skinny black man she must have pasted-out quickly because the man came out of the bedroom naked and in a bad mood. He pulled me off the couch and placed me on my back on the coffee table. (It was a maple table and the sturdiest piece of furniture in the apartment), he pulled my underwear off of me, and used a tube of sweet-smelling Jerry Curl to lubricate his cock and my little butthole. He took hold of my ankles, and told me to keep quiet as he stuffed that long black snake into my ass. The pain was terrible and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He assured me that after a few times I would learn to love it. He was well aware of what time my mother hit the bars drumming up tricks, so he came by the next evening and he flirted with me before he fucked me. He became a regular visitor and true to his word I began to like it in about a week. It was a wonder that Mom never tumbled to me earning my own money on my back too. That didn't prevent Mother from insisting that I go to church with her. I was forced to go to church with her twice a week and even made to stand up and confess that I disobeyed my mother! I would never be allowed to talk about what I has seen her doing or what some of her customers had done to me. At the church I was introduced to the pastor. Pastor Chriss was an interesting man. He had to weigh more than 300-pounds and he looked like the Coca Cola depiction of Santa Clause. The Reverend wears long flowing white hair and beard. He has rosy cheeks and twinkling blue eyes. He even smokes a bent stem pipe. He normally wore a dark business suit, but because of the humidity when conducting services, he wore a white chasuble with a manure sash with white crosses at chest level, and his shoes always had high shine. He likes to talk with the members of the congregation after services. I assume he actually knew how my mother made her living, but he had no desire to make her change her ways or make use of her service. He did seem to take an interest in me though. He convinced her that I needed a male role model. He offered to take me under his wing and I would be allowed to accompany him to religious seminars. Mother was thrilled that a religious man was going to look after me and I would meet men unlike the drunks that were her customers. It was only a short time later that the two of them told me that I would be spending more time at the rectory with Reverend Chriss. The first night I spent there I was not looking forward to him reading from the bible to me, but it turned out that he simply played catch with a ball and gloves until it got a little too dark. Rather than having a maid cook and care for him, he had a man servant to do the cooking and housekeeping. Again, it didn't raise any flags. The three of us sat down to a nice meal prepared by his man, Jeff. At the end Chriss led me to the family room while Jeff cleaned up. He was wearing loose-fitting cream- colored linen slacks and a roomy silk colorful shirt. His ponderous belly and shirt hung over pants like a woman pregnant in the last trimester. He had me sit next to him on the couch. It was good that the rectory was kept cool by air- conditioning, because the Rev's ponderous body radiated enough heat to warm up a room. I was not looking forward to watching some boring religious program. The first program we watched was a Luscinia State University (LSU) basketball game. Jeff joined us with a bowl of chips and tall glasses of iced tea. Jeff sat in the recliner to watch the game. Chriss had one big arm around my shoulders. I would feel him sweating through the silk shirt. His big hand rested on my chest and he toyed with my nipple during the game. I was nervous and wondered if Jeff was watching. As far as I could tell his eyes were glued to the TV. He didn't seem to notice what the reverend was doing. There was some excitement when LSU won the game. Then Jeff selected a movie on the DVD. The DVD started out with a group of boys about my age loading an old school bus that was painted white with the name of the church on the sides. As the bus was traveling the boys and adults were singing camp songs. Some of them got a little raunchy. I thought the reverend would disapprove of the songs but didn't show any disapproval. If anything, he was playing with my nipple even more. It was almost dark by the time the bus arrived at the secluded mountain camp. They were greeted by the camp staff. They were almost all young men in great physical shape. They were wearing camp Tee-shirts and shorts that were very wide and short legged. I got the feeling that more than once as they moved around, I saw more than a couple of long cock peeking out of the legs of the shorts. The boys were told to pick up their gear and were assigned cabins with councilors. The camera followed one group into the cabin. The boys scurried to select bunk beds. The counsalor selected a boy he seemed to know to share his private room. As everyone started getting undressed the Reverend placed his hand on my left thigh. It was a shock to me to feel his chubby strong hand squeeze my inner thigh. I even spung a stiff boner. I quickly look at Jeff, but he simply picked up the bowl and empty glasses and asked if we wanted more. Chriss declined as well as me. He simply left us alone to watch the video. The boys were horsing around as they got undressed. They were wrestling around in the nude and were soon playing with each other's little bones. All of them had dicks that looked like winners and their scrotums had not dropped. The next day the boys assembled before breakfast and were paired up with adult men. The rest of the film was of boys sucking and being fucked by men. The whole time we were watching the action the reverend had been gently playing with my winner. At the conclusion of the video, he stood up and pulled me to my feet and guided me to his bedroom. He advised me to use the bathroom before joining him in the bedroom. I did need to empty my bladder, so I went about sitting while I emptied my colon and bladder. When I joined the reverend in his bedroom all he was wearing was baggy boxer shorts. From the front very little was visible because of the ponderous belly hanging over much of his lower torso. He also had flabby tits. When I entered the room, he motioned for me to approach him. When I approached, he gathered me into his arms and proceeded to remove my clothes before placing me on his bed. As he faced the bed he reached under his belly and pulled the tab of the boxers and the two snaps popped open and the shorts fell to the floor around his feet. I was surprised by the sight of his cock and scrotum, His cock was no longer than my own but it was a lot thicker. What was really surprising was his scrotum. It was at least the size of softball and probably even larger. The skin was stretched tightly with the seam running down the middle. I innocently asked: "Why are your balls so large?" Reverend Chriss chuckled: "When I was a youth of 13, I was riding my bicycle and ran into a curb and was pitched forward onto the gooseneck. The pain was intense and I passed blood for two days. The doctor told me that I had ruptured blood vessels in his scrotum and testes. As a result, the sack was filled with lymph. He told me that I had water in my scrotum like water on the knee. He assured me that it wouldn't do any damage. I would just need roomer underwear." I couldn't resist reaching out and feeling his balls. The scrotum felt firm and the skin was tight. There were no hairs on them and they felt heavy, so ] I asked: "Does this hurt?" He stroked my hair and assured me: "My boy, your touch is giving me a hard-on." I looked at his cock and it had gotten longer and was resting on my wrist. The foreskin had peeled back to expose a small portion of his moist knob. I was drawn to the smell like a moth to a lightbulb. I stuck out my tongue and licked the moist knob and licked the heavy balls. When I took his cock into my mouth the Reverend held my head gently while he slowly fucked my mouth. I was surprised by the amount of cum he squirted into my mouth. Water I licked his cock clean, he lay on the bed and pulled be up against his body and spooned me. It felt very comforting to have my back pressed against his warm body. I could feel his cool breath on the back of my neck and the feel of his right hand caressing my body as he reached around my body to take hold of my hairless body and take hold of my penis. He played with me slowly to prolong my dry orgasm. By the time my body quivered in a strong orgasm I felt his cock slipping between my moist sweaty butt crack and poking me. The reverend expressed his own amusement that his cock went into my asshole. I admitted that one of my mother's boyfriends had been fucking me for several months. He fucked me by simply by rolling his body back and forth until he squirted his load into my colon. When he was finished, he left his cock in my ass. I felt it soften and simply slip out of my ass. My asshole felt empty without his cock in it. The next morning Jeff entered the bedroom naked carrying a tray with toast bagels, sour cream and jelly and an urn of fresh strong coffee with cups and sugar packets. I couldn't take my eyes off Jeff. He was at least six-feet-tall, skinny and hairy, but his cock was amazing. It looked like it was a foot long hanging limply between his legs along with a low hanging and swinging scrotum. The three of us sat on the bed eating the bagels and drinking coffee. When we finished Jeff sat the tray aside. The reverend chose to mount me missionary style, but he bore his weight on his hands and knees, so that I didn't have to be crushed under his weight. I watched as Jeff straddled Chriss' wide butt and sank his long cock into the cavernous hole. While her was fucking the reverend it was driving the reverend's cock deep into my hole. I was sweating and the reverend's sweat was dripping all over me and onto my face. He was milking my penis until the two of them had orgasms. When it was over the three of us showered together. I spent many a nights in bed with the reverend after that night. One day the reverend took my mother aside and asked her if he could take me to a revival meeting of reverends in Huston, Texas. She was thrilled that he wanted to include me. Jeff did the driving as we drove west. When we arrived at the gated entrance to a wooded ranch and Jeff pressed the intercom and identified us to the voice, the gate opened and closed behind us as we drove another half hour to a large sprawling complex of buildings that even included a runway for private airlines. We parked in front of the largest building. When we entered and checked in and assigned a room I was impressed because it looked like a ranch style hotel. We were shown our rooms and advised that there would be a social gathering in the hall in an hour. We dropped our bags and took a shower to freshen up. The three of us put on slippers and linen trousers and silk shirts before we walked to the hall. WE met other men either dressed casually like ourselves or dressed in western clothes, cowboy hats western shirts and their belts had big silver buckles. Their cowboy boots had silver toes and feel plates. In the hall there was a large group of men and teenagers. They were eating refreshments and drinking wine and Champlain. The host of the gathering was a famous TV evangelist. He was moving through the gathering shaking hands, talking to this one and that on. Occasionally he would kiss and hug a few. When he got to us, he hugged Chriss and kissed his bearded mouth while hugging him close. Then he acknowledged Jeff and with one arm around Chriss' waist and gestured in my direction: "W can trust you Chriss to bring the youngest postulate my friend!" He reached out and pulled me close and as he kissed me, he also placed his hand on the crotch of my thin pants and felt my basket. The rest of the evening was a whirlwind meeting other ministers and their young postulates. There was a lot of kissing and feeling. The following day everyone came to breakfast in shorts and T-shirts. When everyone returned to either play in the pool or take part in team sports everyone was naked. Over that weekend I sucked an untold number of cocks and was fucked by men and teenagers almost constantly. When we returned home, I sought out Mom's black stud and moved in with him. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com