Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 22:11:02 -0500
From: storyteller509@aol.com
Subject: The Preacher's Man       Chapter Four  "Two Men, Two Kisses"

This is the story of my life ..... past and present. Life is good
..... treat it with respect.  Anthony Cole

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Chapter Four        Two men, two kisses.

    John was standing in the open door , "Hi"

     "Hi" answered Mark.

      There he was ...in front of me.... How did he know when to open the
door?... Was He watching for me through the peep hole?  I could care less.
It was magic.

      I had called John a few minutes earlier to ask what room number
... and to hear his deep, sexy voice again. He told me that I was only ten
minutes from being there and it made my heart skip a beat.

    I stepped inside the door ....... I don't remember who shut the door
.... who reached out their arms first..  who touched who first.  I just
remember thinking that John was more than any picture ... email.. chat
... or phone call could possibly convey.

   I dropped my bag ...... turned toward John and did as I promised.  I
kissed him. I wanted him.  His short beard felt like ....heaven, against my
face.  His touch, sincere, as he embraced me ... was not that of a
stranger, it was the touch of a precious friend and lover.

    I kissed him ..... long ... deep .... hard .... hungry, every touch was
returned.  Passionate.  Comfortable.

    True.

    I wanted this man ...... to be so close to my skin ....

    I stepped back just a moment to just look at John.  He was so much more
than I had even imagined.  This six foot one, dark haired, hunk of a man,
with kind eyes.

     His pictures drew me,...... his voice,... made me weak, ....his
beautiful body melted me inside ....... but his kiss had touched a place in
my soul that had been vacant for quite a very long, sad, weary, while.

     3 years, four months, and 8 days.

    With the door closed and locked, my bag thrown onto the floor, my heart
racing, I wanted this man.  I wanted to feel his skin .... to undress him
...  I reached out savoring the heat of the moment, removed John's
shirt. He was as busy removing mine as well.  I felt as though I was
unwrapping a perfect gift and the more clothing that hit the floor proved
that I was way over my head, my lust was in overdrive, my vision was not
forsaking me, He was so much more than I had dreamed.  I had to be close to
this man, if only for the day.

     With our shirts on the floor, there was nothing between us but open
space and when our bodies touched, chest to chest, face to face, lips to
lips, dammit folks, it was perfect.

     Perfect.  What does that mean?  It means that in that moment, I just
could not get enough of John. I wanted to crawl inside his skin and consume
him.  Minutes passed like seconds, There is never enough time.

    Have you ever been there?  It's like the world stops and not a damn
thing matters ..... just this moment.


















     Passion.  Lust. Heat.  Rest. Your soul is safe at home.

     I reached out and began to run my fingers through Johns chest. Thick,
deep, fur enveloped my fingers.  A chest that dreams are based on.  Thick
dark chest hair. Enough to get lost in.

     Our bodies came together in an soothing, complete, standing embrace
... bare chest to bare chest. I became aware that something was stabbing
into my lower stomach that proved that John was as much into the moment as
I was. (young people occasionally piss me off.)

      Our kisses, became passion.  Our passion became need.  Our need
became insatiable.

       I kissed John's lips ..... and said ...."open your eyes".  He did.
It was as though we could look into each others soul as we kissed.

        Johns' eyes were starring back inside mine.... with the same want
and longing being returned that was given.

      I recommend it.  Look into the eyes of your lover when you
kiss. There is a connection that is made in that moment that you cannot
re-create.  Swim in it. It can become a memory that time cannot erase. Ride
it for all it is worth.

      First kisses.  It is the signal of what the future of a relationship
will develop into.

      Is it real, or fake?

      Is it comfortable or strange?

      Is it wanted ..... or just reflex ?

     Kissing John was real, comfortable, deliberate.

     So much to explore .... to touch .... to kiss .. to rub ..to learn
about the body that posses the soul of a man.

      Soon, our pants were off...... underwear on the floor, and dammit man
......... how could this perfect specimen of a man, be just as excited
about me, as I was him.

       I was naked before him.... he was naked before me.  No shame, no
reason to cover up, no reason to not to just .... be.

       My eyes drank in John's body. Beautiful. Rugged. Fuckin Hot!
Encased in dark hair, a faint tattoo on the right side of his chest
... barely visible due to the fur cover. His fuzzy belly, his trimmed,
short stubby beard, his legs, his smell, his arms, his fingers, his neck,
his erect cock, his thick hair covered balls, his everything ..... i was in
a river of John.

      We fell onto the crisp, cool sheets. And the man lovin began.  I
wanted to touch, kiss, lick, penetrate,
 own, every square inch of this man. No words were needed. If this was
going to be the only time in my life to touch John, It would be a memory in
my soul that would last for the rest of my life, and I was determined he
would remember me. Nothing held back. Fuck the ace in the hole.

       Moans ... touches ... kisses....

       "You are a gorgeous man"

       "I was thinking the same thing"

       John was intense in his touch , yet tender. Masculine... determined
... fuckin hot is the best description that this writer can come up
with. Sometimes there is just no other words adequate.

      I kissed his neck, his lips, his beard covered cheek, his
eyelids.......  Each kiss was welcomed and accompanied by moans and grunts
of satisfaction.  I ran my fingers through his chest hair .. exploring this
delicious body that housed a good man. A man that I would soon learn that
was more than a sexy body ... more than a perfect lover... he is a good
man. And he smells like .... heaven.

      John rolled me onto my back and there with the crisp sheets under my
nude body, he soon found a way to make me completely speechless as he took
me inside his hot mouth.

     Little half-breaths erupted from my lungs ....

     John's hands held mine as he consumed my body.  Complete and tender.
Viscous and weak.

     I kissed my lover's hands as he embellished his passion onto my hard,
aching cock.  So very hard.... leaking.... throbbing ..... man loving hard.

     Breaths were escaping my chest with short - labored eruptions of hot,
used air.

      John kissed his way up my body to find my hungry mouth waiting to
devour his.  His kiss. His passion.  His eyes ....... looking into my soul.

      I had to explore his body ....... I rolled John over and began my
downward kiss ... through the forest of his chest, to the hair covered
belly.  I kissed him, licked him, lightly bit him.  I slid my way past his
leaking cock, wanting to give this man all that was inside this awakened
soul.  I kissed his knees ... slowly ....... savoring each kiss. Tasting
his body ..... feeling the hair of his legs brush against my cheeks and
lips. Brushing my beard stubble on his skin causing a moan to escape his
chest.  I kissed his firm masculine thighs ...... softly.

     I licked my way up his body while all the time holding his hands in
mine.  I finally felt the soft hair of his heavy balls moving inside their
sac on my forehead .... and with my tongue, I bathed them as though my life
depended on it.  I licked my way up his shaft and took it's leaking head
inside .  I could barely hear moaning and wasn't sure which body it was
coming from, his or mine.

      I let go of his cock ....... not because of lack of passion, but
because of a deep need to kiss this man.. to unleash on him the built up,
ignored passion that he had awakened.

      We kissed.

       We explored.

        We laughed.

          We connected.

    The drive to the mountains was like ....... rest.  The anticipation of
the moments to come were on Mark's mind, not consuming, but like the
beginning of a long adventure.  Daniel's hand rested on Mark's only moving
it away when it was necessary for manuvering through the traffic and every
time he returned it to touch Mark, there was a loving, gentle squeeze.

      "I need to let you know .... this is a brand new world for me.  I
have exactly no experience in this type relationship.  For many of my forty
two years, I have known in my soul and have tried to deny it was there, but
you have awakened the need in my soul in a whole new way. You have shaken
me in a brand new way.  Just don't expect too much too soon ...... I need
to adjust, or better said, I want to love you the right way"

       Mark just listened as Daniel opened his heart and spilled his
thoughts to him.

     "Daniel, as far as I'm concerned, we have the rest of our lives to
learn together.  I have some experience.  Some good, ... some not..... all
I know today is that I am one happy man. We can go as slow as you
want... as long as I am able to be touched by your hand like we are doing
right now ... I'm good!"

     "Me too".

      Both men were resting in the moment.  Two men, one truck, and two
nights together ahead.

     "I have always wondered what it would be like to kiss a man. I enjoy
holding your hand like this, but the kiss ..... I've never kissed a man, or
for that matter, not even really given it much thought until I met you."

     "Let's not rush it, let's wait till the moment is right.  I want to
remember everything about you"

       "Ok ....... We'll know when it's time, I'm sure."

     Daniel was driving, not especially fast or slow.  We drove throught
the small town of Dillard Georgia and then made our way across the state
line and entered into North Carolina.

     "We need to stop and pick up a few groceries, we are only a few miles
away from the cabin."

     "Do you want to stop and eat lunch, or wait till we get there and cook
something?" Mark asked.

     "Lets stop and eat ..... once we get there, I have an idea that I
won't want to eat ... I just want to rest today, unload the truck .... and
get aquainted .... if that is ok."

     "I don't mind stopping to eat .... as long as I get to look at you
... I'm good."

     Mark noticed that everytime he would mention, looking at Dan, or
touching him, or any compliment at all ....... Dan would turn his head away
and smile like he was about to explode. This made Mark know that Daniel was
not used to a man talking to him like that.

      "Does it bother you to hear me say things like that?"

      "What?"

       "You know ..... things like I like to look at you ..... i like to
touch you .. I like to be in your presence...."

         "Mark, ..... no.  It makes me just melt inside .... I have never
had anyone say things like that to me .....  please ... never stop."

          "I won't ........ but if we are in a crowd, and I need to let you
know how I feel, if you will look me in the eye and I wink, it can be a way
of communicating silently that you know I am deeply in thought about you.
Got it?"

           "Yessir"

         With that response from Daniel the two men pulled into the parking
lot of a small family style resturaunt for lunch. The lot was a bit crowded
and we had to drive around behind the resturaunt just to find a place to
park. Daniel opened his door and hurried around to meet me on my side of
the truck.  Ever the gentleman, he waited for me to walk along beside him
and made sure to open every door and gesture for me to make our seating
choice when inside the building.

       "The food here is really good ... I eat here a lot when I'm up here
working."

     A slim lady in her mid thirties came to our table and when she saw
Daniel she said, "Well hey preacher Dan ....... it's 'bout time you came to
eat with us and it's good to know you do have at least one friend in this
world ....... what can I get you two to drink?"

     "Angie, this is Mark, he is a very good friend of mine and we will be
here for a few days doing some work on the cabin."

     "Angie smiled and said I was beginning to think that you were one of
those Hell fire preachers that live alone and like to scare small
children. I'm glad to know you have at least one friend beside me.  It's
good to meet you Mark"

      I just laughed a little bit and responded to her, "He's my boss
... and he's also paying for lunch , so I have to be good.... it's nice to
meet you too".

      The table was small, just for two people and every time Dan would
shift his leg, it would rub across mine.  Don't you think it is strange the
things you remember when you are alone with someone for the first time. It
was like electricity shooting through me every time he touched me with his
leg ....... some really mighty fine electricity that was finding it's way
up my leg and attacking my balls!  I was sitting across from Dan in a
public resturaunt, with my cock hard just because his leg touched mine.
That was a first.  Why did he have this effect on me? Thank god I didn't
wear kakhi pants ... there would be a wet spot showing for sure when we
stood to leave.

     Angie took our lunch order bounced of to the kitchen and Dan said, "I
need to go wash my hands .... you want to go too ?"

      "Naaa, just bring me a wet paper towel if you don't mind, I don't
think I need to stand up right now" I said.

      "Ok" ...... Dan stood up and as he was starting to walk away, he
looked back at me ....and winked."

       His jeans were worn a bit in the seat, and there were a few threads
poking out of the seam around his wallet pocket. I watched him walk out of
sight and when Angie sat the drinks on the table, She said " Here you are
hon, ... I just love that preacher man Dan,......  he can be a real
hoot!,.......... y'all been friends long?"

    "Not really, I am his new music man at church and I have just been
getting to know him"

     "You won't find a finer man ....... he barely knows me and I feel like
we are old friends. I hope you two have a great time together" .

      "He is a good man, I can tell .......... and it's unusual to find
someone to work with these days that I really care about and want to spend
time with.  Most ministers are in my book act too high and mighty to be
human."

      Angie walked off just as Dan was walking toward our table. It is good
to watch him walk away, but man ...... the vision of him walking toward me
at that table ...... in those" worn in all the right places" jeans and
t-shirt ...  did not help my erection situation.

      Dan sat down at the table with that big ole friggin smile and said,
"Your looking at me like a hungry dog looking at a steak"

       "You want me to stop?"

        "Never."

       "Don't forget ....... you said never."

       Lunch was consumed ..... looks and laughs exchanged .... Angie was
attentive and we really had a good time at the resturaunt.

       "Let's get out of here"

       "Preacherman, I'm ready when you are."

       I walked along side of Dan back to the truck, the faint cologne
scent was luring me on.  The smell , the sight, the touch. just about more
than this man can handle. As we were walking back to the truck, i remember
reaching over and rubbing my hand across the seat of his jeans ...  It
startled him and he looked at me kinda surprised and said ... you have
about three days to stop doing that. It was funny ...... then it was
intentional .... then I was aware that it was the first time I had really
touched his body in a sexual way.... other than the touching of hands, or
the occasional greeting hug ---- - --- this was different, and I wanted to
do it again.

     "How far are we from the cabin?"

     "Two miles"

      "You sure your ready for all this?"

      "Yes ...... I am."

     We stopped at a small store and picked up some drinks and snack stuff
to keep us from starving should we happen to refuse to leave the cabin. I
was sure to get my ginger ale and starbucks vanilla frappichinos and Daniel
wanted his V-8 juice drinks.( I hope that didn't make me sound pissy.)

   The road up the mountain was rough, washed in places and very rustic.
Dan had been up the drive so many times, he knew where all the rough spots
were and avoided them like a champ.

   At last, we turned the corner and there it was ....... a little wood
cabin..... perched on the side of the mountain... unfinished porch and a
green metal roof. Did I say small? But it was perfect.

     We got out of the truck and Dan went to unlock the door. I was
stumbling along behind him and didn't notice the step-down mid way on the
side porch. Dan was turning the key when I lost my balance and fell to the
floor, scraping my hands and bumping my head, and scraping my knees thru my
jeans.  Blood immediately was leaking through my pants and my palm on the
right hand was bleeding as well.

     "Ouch ....... dammmit .....umph" ..... I hit the floor like a ton of
bricks ....hard.

     Daniel turned in time to see me hit the deck and was over me in a
second trying to help me up off the floor.  It hurt like hell. My hands
were stinging, my head was throbbing, and my knees were bleeding.

 "Mark ...... are you ok?"

  I couldn't answer right away ....... when I am in fresh pain, I kinda
don't want to talk about it.

   "I don't think anything is broken, if that is what you want to know
..... but I am in pain man."

  Dan leaned over and sat next to me and began rubbimg my back, and then
helped me to sit up.

   "i'll be right back"

   Daniel went inside the cabin and in a minute returned with a bowl of
cold water and a couple of washcloths.  He sat next to me and began to wipe
my face with thte cool cloth. It felt so good.  I layed back on the deck to
recover and he was there by my side, washing my face.  He unbuttoned a few
buttons on my shirt and began to wash my chest with the cool cloth.

   My pain was subsiding and I sat up .... and there I was ....... face to
face ....eye to eye ...heart to heart with Dan.  He was still wiping the
sweat from my brow, when his hand other hand came to rest on my shoulder.
I looked into his eyes ..... and all I could see was concern ... and
love. With my left hand, the one not bleeding, I reached over and puled his
face to mine.

"Don't close your eyes" I said.

"I wont"

 And there on the porch, in a bloody mess, I wrapped my sweaty arms around
Dan and kissed him on the lips.  Soft ..... with purpose ....and he kissed
me right back.


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Chapter Four Two men, two kisses.

    John was standing in the open door , "Hi"

     "Hi" answered Mark.

      There he was ...in front of me.... How did he know when to open the
door?... Was He watching for me through the peep hole?  I could care less.
It was magic.

      I had called John a few minutes earlier to ask what room number
... and to hear his deep, sexy voice again. He told me that I was only ten
minutes from being there and it made my heart skip a beat.

    I stepped inside the door ....... I don't remember who shut the door
.... who reached out their arms first..  who touched who first.  I just
remember thinking that John was more than any picture ... email.. chat
... or phone call could possibly convey.

   I dropped my bag ...... turned toward John and did as I promised.  I
kissed him. I wanted him.  His short beard felt like ....heaven, against my
face.  His touch, sincere, as he embraced me ... was not that of a
stranger, it was the touch of a precious friend and lover.

    I kissed him ..... long ... deep .... hard .... hungry, every touch was
returned.  Passionate.  Comfortable.

    True.

    I wanted this man ...... to be so close to my skin ....

    I stepped back just a moment to just look at John.  He was so much more
than I had even imagined.  This six foot one, dark haired, hunk of a man,
with kind eyes.

     His pictures drew me,...... his voice,... made me weak, ....his
beautiful body melted me inside ....... but his kiss had touched a place in
my soul that had been vacant for quite a very long, sad, weary, while.

     3 years, four months, and 8 days.

    With the door closed and locked, my bag thrown onto the floor, my heart
racing, I wanted this man.  I wanted to feel his skin .... to undress him
...  I reached out savoring the heat of the moment, removed John's
shirt. He was as busy removing mine as well.  I felt as though I was
unwrapping a perfect gift and the more clothing that hit the floor proved
that I was way over my head, my lust was in overdrive, my vision was not
forsaking me, He was so much more than I had dreamed.  I had to be close to
this man, if only for the day.

     With our shirts on the floor, there was nothing between us but open
space and when our bodies touched, chest to chest, face to face, lips to
lips, dammit folks, it was perfect.

     Perfect.  What does that mean?  It means that in that moment, I just
could not get enough of John. I wanted to crawl inside his skin and consume
him.  Minutes passed like seconds, There is never enough time.

    Have you ever been there?  It's like the world stops and not a damn
thing matters ..... just this moment.


















     Passion.  Lust. Heat.  Rest. Your soul is safe at home.

     I reached out and began to run my fingers through Johns chest. Thick,
deep, fur enveloped my fingers.  A chest that dreams are based on.  Thick
dark chest hair. Enough to get lost in.

     Our bodies came together in an soothing, complete, standing embrace
... bare chest to bare chest. I became aware that something was stabbing
into my lower stomach that proved that John was as much into the moment as
I was. (young people occasionally piss me off.)

      Our kisses, became passion.  Our passion became need.  Our need
became insatiable.

       I kissed John's lips ..... and said ...."open your eyes".  He did.
It was as though we could look into each others soul as we kissed.

        Johns' eyes were starring back inside mine.... with the same want
and longing being returned that was given.

      I recommend it.  Look into the eyes of your lover when you
kiss. There is a connection that is made in that moment that you cannot
re-create.  Swim in it. It can become a memory that time cannot erase. Ride
it for all it is worth.

      First kisses.  It is the signal of what the future of a relationship
will develop into.

      Is it real, or fake?

      Is it comfortable or strange?

      Is it wanted ..... or just reflex ?

     Kissing John was real, comfortable, deliberate.

     So much to explore .... to touch .... to kiss .. to rub ..to learn
about the body that posses the soul of a man.

      Soon, our pants were off...... underwear on the floor, and dammit man
......... how could this perfect specimen of a man, be just as excited
about me, as I was him.

       I was naked before him.... he was naked before me.  No shame, no
reason to cover up, no reason to not to just .... be.

       My eyes drank in John's body. Beautiful. Rugged. Fuckin Hot!
Encased in dark hair, a faint tattoo on the right side of his chest
... barely visible due to the fur cover. His fuzzy belly, his trimmed,
short stubby beard, his legs, his smell, his arms, his fingers, his neck,
his erect cock, his thick hair covered balls, his everything ..... i was in
a river of John.

      We fell onto the crisp, cool sheets. And the man lovin began.  I
wanted to touch, kiss, lick, penetrate,
 own, every square inch of this man. No words were needed. If this was
going to be the only time in my life to touch John, It would be a memory in
my soul that would last for the rest of my life, and I was determined he
would remember me. Nothing held back. Fuck the ace in the hole.

       Moans ... touches ... kisses....

       "You are a gorgeous man"

       "I was thinking the same thing"

       John was intense in his touch , yet tender. Masculine... determined
... fuckin hot is the best description that this writer can come up
with. Sometimes there is just no other words adequate.

      I kissed his neck, his lips, his beard covered cheek, his
eyelids.......  Each kiss was welcomed and accompanied by moans and grunts
of satisfaction.  I ran my fingers through his chest hair .. exploring this
delicious body that housed a good man. A man that I would soon learn that
was more than a sexy body ... more than a perfect lover... he is a good
man. And he smells like .... heaven.

      John rolled me onto my back and there with the crisp sheets under my
nude body, he soon found a way to make me completely speechless as he took
me inside his hot mouth.

     Little half-breaths erupted from my lungs ....

     John's hands held mine as he consumed my body.  Complete and tender.
Viscous and weak.

     I kissed my lover's hands as he embellished his passion onto my hard,
aching cock.  So very hard.... leaking.... throbbing ..... man loving hard.

     Breaths were escaping my chest with short - labored eruptions of hot,
used air.

      John kissed his way up my body to find my hungry mouth waiting to
devour his.  His kiss. His passion.  His eyes ....... looking into my soul.

      I had to explore his body ....... I rolled John over and began my
downward kiss ... through the forest of his chest, to the hair covered
belly.  I kissed him, licked him, lightly bit him.  I slid my way past his
leaking cock, wanting to give this man all that was inside this awakened
soul.  I kissed his knees ... slowly ....... savoring each kiss. Tasting
his body ..... feeling the hair of his legs brush against my cheeks and
lips. Brushing my beard stubble on his skin causing a moan to escape his
chest.  I kissed his firm masculine thighs ...... softly.

     I licked my way up his body while all the time holding his hands in
mine.  I finally felt the soft hair of his heavy balls moving inside their
sac on my forehead .... and with my tongue, I bathed them as though my life
depended on it.  I licked my way up his shaft and took it's leaking head
inside .  I could barely hear moaning and wasn't sure which body it was
coming from, his or mine.

      I let go of his cock ....... not because of lack of passion, but
because of a deep need to kiss this man.. to unleash on him the built up,
ignored passion that he had awakened.

      We kissed.

       We explored.

        We laughed.

          We connected.

    The drive to the mountains was like ....... rest.  The anticipation of
the moments to come were on Mark's mind, not consuming, but like the
beginning of a long adventure.  Daniel's hand rested on Mark's only moving
it away when it was necessary for manuvering through the traffic and every
time he returned it to touch Mark, there was a loving, gentle squeeze.

      "I need to let you know .... this is a brand new world for me.  I
have exactly no experience in this type relationship.  For many of my forty
two years, I have known in my soul and have tried to deny it was there, but
you have awakened the need in my soul in a whole new way. You have shaken
me in a brand new way.  Just don't expect too much too soon ...... I need
to adjust, or better said, I want to love you the right way"

       Mark just listened as Daniel opened his heart and spilled his
thoughts to him.

     "Daniel, as far as I'm concerned, we have the rest of our lives to
learn together.  I have some experience.  Some good, ... some not..... all
I know today is that I am one happy man. We can go as slow as you
want... as long as I am able to be touched by your hand like we are doing
right now ... I'm good!"

     "Me too".

      Both men were resting in the moment.  Two men, one truck, and two
nights together ahead.

     "I have always wondered what it would be like to kiss a man. I enjoy
holding your hand like this, but the kiss ..... I've never kissed a man, or
for that matter, not even really given it much thought until I met you."

     "Let's not rush it, let's wait till the moment is right.  I want to
remember everything about you"

       "Ok ....... We'll know when it's time, I'm sure."

     Daniel was driving, not especially fast or slow.  We drove throught
the small town of Dillard Georgia and then made our way across the state
line and entered into North Carolina.

     "We need to stop and pick up a few groceries, we are only a few miles
away from the cabin."

     "Do you want to stop and eat lunch, or wait till we get there and cook
something?" Mark asked.

     "Lets stop and eat ..... once we get there, I have an idea that I
won't want to eat ... I just want to rest today, unload the truck .... and
get aquainted .... if that is ok."

     "I don't mind stopping to eat .... as long as I get to look at you
... I'm good."

     Mark noticed that everytime he would mention, looking at Dan, or
touching him, or any compliment at all ....... Dan would turn his head away
and smile like he was about to explode. This made Mark know that Daniel was
not used to a man talking to him like that.

      "Does it bother you to hear me say things like that?"

      "What?"

       "You know ..... things like I like to look at you ..... i like to
touch you .. I like to be in your presence...."

         "Mark, ..... no.  It makes me just melt inside .... I have never
had anyone say things like that to me .....  please ... never stop."

          "I won't ........ but if we are in a crowd, and I need to let you
know how I feel, if you will look me in the eye and I wink, it can be a way
of communicating silently that you know I am deeply in thought about you.
Got it?"

           "Yessir"

         With that response from Daniel the two men pulled into the parking
lot of a small family style resturaunt for lunch. The lot was a bit crowded
and we had to drive around behind the resturaunt just to find a place to
park. Daniel opened his door and hurried around to meet me on my side of
the truck.  Ever the gentleman, he waited for me to walk along beside him
and made sure to open every door and gesture for me to make our seating
choice when inside the building.

       "The food here is really good ... I eat here a lot when I'm up here
working."

     A slim lady in her mid thirties came to our table and when she saw
Daniel she said, "Well hey preacher Dan ....... it's 'bout time you came to
eat with us and it's good to know you do have at least one friend in this
world ....... what can I get you two to drink?"

     "Angie, this is Mark, he is a very good friend of mine and we will be
here for a few days doing some work on the cabin."

     "Angie smiled and said I was beginning to think that you were one of
those Hell fire preachers that live alone and like to scare small
children. I'm glad to know you have at least one friend beside me.  It's
good to meet you Mark"

      I just laughed a little bit and responded to her, "He's my boss
... and he's also paying for lunch , so I have to be good.... it's nice to
meet you too".

      The table was small, just for two people and every time Dan would
shift his leg, it would rub across mine.  Don't you think it is strange the
things you remember when you are alone with someone for the first time. It
was like electricity shooting through me every time he touched me with his
leg ....... some really mighty fine electricity that was finding it's way
up my leg and attacking my balls!  I was sitting across from Dan in a
public resturaunt, with my cock hard just because his leg touched mine.
That was a first.  Why did he have this effect on me? Thank god I didn't
wear kakhi pants ... there would be a wet spot showing for sure when we
stood to leave.

     Angie took our lunch order bounced of to the kitchen and Dan said, "I
need to go wash my hands .... you want to go too ?"

      "Naaa, just bring me a wet paper towel if you don't mind, I don't
think I need to stand up right now" I said.

      "Ok" ...... Dan stood up and as he was starting to walk away, he
looked back at me ....and winked."

       His jeans were worn a bit in the seat, and there were a few threads
poking out of the seam around his wallet pocket. I watched him walk out of
sight and when Angie sat the drinks on the table, She said " Here you are
hon, ... I just love that preacher man Dan,......  he can be a real
hoot!,.......... y'all been friends long?"

    "Not really, I am his new music man at church and I have just been
getting to know him"

     "You won't find a finer man ....... he barely knows me and I feel like
we are old friends. I hope you two have a great time together" .

      "He is a good man, I can tell .......... and it's unusual to find
someone to work with these days that I really care about and want to spend
time with.  Most ministers are in my book act too high and mighty to be
human."

      Angie walked off just as Dan was walking toward our table. It is good
to watch him walk away, but man ...... the vision of him walking toward me
at that table ...... in those" worn in all the right places" jeans and
t-shirt ...  did not help my erection situation.

      Dan sat down at the table with that big ole friggin smile and said,
"Your looking at me like a hungry dog looking at a steak"

       "You want me to stop?"

        "Never."

       "Don't forget ....... you said never."

       Lunch was consumed ..... looks and laughs exchanged .... Angie was
attentive and we really had a good time at the resturaunt.

       "Let's get out of here"

       "Preacherman, I'm ready when you are."

       I walked along side of Dan back to the truck, the faint cologne
scent was luring me on.  The smell , the sight, the touch. just about more
than this man can handle. As we were walking back to the truck, i remember
reaching over and rubbing my hand across the seat of his jeans ...  It
startled him and he looked at me kinda surprised and said ... you have
about three days to stop doing that. It was funny ...... then it was
intentional .... then I was aware that it was the first time I had really
touched his body in a sexual way.... other than the touching of hands, or
the occasional greeting hug ---- - --- this was different, and I wanted to
do it again.

     "How far are we from the cabin?"

     "Two miles"

      "You sure your ready for all this?"

      "Yes ...... I am."

     We stopped at a small store and picked up some drinks and snack stuff
to keep us from starving should we happen to refuse to leave the cabin. I
was sure to get my ginger ale and starbucks vanilla frappichinos and Daniel
wanted his V-8 juice drinks.( I hope that didn't make me sound pissy.)

   The road up the mountain was rough, washed in places and very rustic.
Dan had been up the drive so many times, he knew where all the rough spots
were and avoided them like a champ.

   At last, we turned the corner and there it was ....... a little wood
cabin..... perched on the side of the mountain... unfinished porch and a
green metal roof. Did I say small? But it was perfect.

     We got out of the truck and Dan went to unlock the door. I was
stumbling along behind him and didn't notice the step-down mid way on the
side porch. Dan was turning the key when I lost my balance and fell to the
floor, scraping my hands and bumping my head, and scraping my knees thru my
jeans.  Blood immediately was leaking through my pants and my palm on the
right hand was bleeding as well.

     "Ouch ....... dammmit .....umph" ..... I hit the floor like a ton of
bricks ....hard.

     Daniel turned in time to see me hit the deck and was over me in a
second trying to help me up off the floor.  It hurt like hell. My hands
were stinging, my head was throbbing, and my knees were bleeding.

 "Mark ...... are you ok?"

  I couldn't answer right away ....... when I am in fresh pain, I kinda
don't want to talk about it.

   "I don't think anything is broken, if that is what you want to know
..... but I am in pain man."

  Dan leaned over and sat next to me and began rubbimg my back, and then
helped me to sit up.

   "i'll be right back"

   Daniel went inside the cabin and in a minute returned with a bowl of
cold water and a couple of washcloths.  He sat next to me and began to wipe
my face with thte cool cloth. It felt so good.  I layed back on the deck to
recover and he was there by my side, washing my face.  He unbuttoned a few
buttons on my shirt and began to wash my chest with the cool cloth.

   My pain was subsiding and I sat up .... and there I was ....... face to
face ....eye to eye ...heart to heart with Dan.  He was still wiping the
sweat from my brow, when his hand other hand came to rest on my shoulder.
I looked into his eyes ..... and all I could see was concern ... and
love. With my left hand, the one not bleeding, I reached over and puled his
face to mine.

"Don't close your eyes" I said.

"I wont"

 And there on the porch, in a bloody mess, I wrapped my sweaty arms around
Dan and kissed him on the lips.  Soft ..... with purpose ....and he kissed
me right back.

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