Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2011 20:48:38 -0800 (PST)
From: ewk1970@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Learning My Vocation 3

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I was stunned to say the least! My brother gave me a sly smile when he saw
my reaction to his proposal.  He had just finished telling me that Warren
wanted the two of us to participate in a sleepover at this place tonight.
Warren, the teenager who I not only sucked off in the park restroom, but
who also helped me get his own father off as well. While he was still
wiping my cum off his face as he suggested a future sleepover, but I had no
idea he was going to suggest it for tonight. The fact that the request came
through my brother and that it looked like Warren had filled him in on my
new happy was the icing on the cake. Where the heck was this going?

"Well, Pete? Are you up for some fun tonight, or what?"

Putting aside the sexual implications of a possible sleepover at the
Ellis', I was surprised and pleased that Jeff was actually asking me
along. The two of us got along fine as brothers, but we hardly shared the
same friends or hung out together much. As I mentioned before, Jeff is two
years older and is much more into athletics than I am. Sometimes I got the
feeling that he was a little ashamed of me. I always thought that it
bothered him that I was a little heavier than him and wasn't interested in
parlaying that into a football career. I also think that he was a little
jealous that I was further along the puberty road than him even though I
was the younger sibling. In any case, I decided that I was definitely going
over there tonight. It didn't matter to me whether it was to suck down some
more jizz or else to hang out with my bro and play video games.

"Uh...sure, Jeff, that sounds like fun."

"Cool. I'm glad you said 'yes' because Warren seemed pretty set on you
joining us. I didn't even know the two of you talked."

"It was pretty recently that we, uh, hooked up. He's a nice guy," I said,
looking over Jeff's shoulder at Warren. He was sitting there looking back
at me and winking.

"He said about the same thing to me," Jeff continued, "He also said that
there was something the two of you had to show me. What's that all about?"

Inwardly I breathed a sigh of relief. Warren hadn't spilled the beans to
Jeff after all, although it seemed as though it was only a delaying
action. What was he thinking?

"Uh...I think I know what he is talking about, but it will probably be
better if we explain it you tonight.  And together," I finished, lamely.

Jeff got a questioning look in his eyes, but he seemed to accept that
explanation. It was going to have to do because I had no idea how to even
begin that conversation. Luckily, it was at that point that Jeff got called
back into the game.

"I gotta go. Why don't you tell dad our plans and we'll go from there."

At that Jeff turned around and ran out onto the field. I turned around and
walked the rest of the way to the bleachers check in with my dad and make
sure our plans for the evening were okay. Dad asked where I had gotten off
to and I told him I was just bumming around the park. He accepted this with
a barely audible grunt as most of his attention was on the game in
progress. I mentioned to him that Warren Ellis wanted the two of us to come
over to his house and spend the night. My father confirmed who the Ellis'
were and gave his approval just before jumping up and cheering the goalie.

I wandered away from the bleachers again in something of a daze. I think I
was still digesting the incredibly hot sex that I just had in the restroom
with Warren and his dad. Not only was it the second adult cock that I had
sucked through a glory hole, but I also sucked my first teen cock, shared
my first cock with another guy, and had received my first blow job.
Rerunning again through my mind caused my dick to become rock hard. I was
going to have to go and jerk off if I couldn't get it to go down any other
way. I made my way to a deserted picnic area and sat down on the bench to
take a load off. I nearly jumped out of my seat when a hand fell on my
shoulder.

"Hey, Peter, how are you?"

I whipped around and I was surprised when it turned out to be Reverend
Johnson, the pastor of our parish. He was smiling broadly down at me and
his hand was lingering on my shoulder. Reverend Johnson was in his mid-50's
with dark hair going to gray. He was broadly built and was only around 5'7"
or so. He made up for his shortness with a big barrel of a voice that he
used to great effect from the pulpit. He had a beer belly, but he certainly
wasn't way out of shape. My eyes went up and down his body automatically
and my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I noticed the conspicuous
bulge in his shorts. His smile got broader when he saw that I had noticed.

"Uh...I'm doing okay, Pastor. How are you?"

The reverend took off his glasses and cleaned them with the bottom of his
t-shirt. He was dressed in casual wear, shorts and a t-shirt. When he
lifted up the bottom of his shirt I saw a glimpse of hairy belly winking at
me. Even with the relatively small amount of experience I possessed I still
knew that I really liked hairy guys.

"Well, I was doing quite well until about an hour ago," he looked right at
my eyes and continued, "I got to the park on this most blessed of summer
days and I was happy to be surrounded by my flock during an athletic event.
In fact, the day started out so nicely that it made my disappointment even
sharper to bear."

"What happened, Pastor?"

"I was really looking forward to this particular game, my friend. You see,
the last game was so...stimulating that I was really hoping today would be
just as rewarding. Unfortunately, I was a bit disappointed by the
outcome. At least, so far..." he trailed off and looked at me expectantly.

I was returning his glance with confusion. What the flaming heck was he
going on about?

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Pastor. I was here last week and I don't
remember anything that great about last week's..."

I stopped then and realized that I did have something from last week to
remember. In all of the excitement of new cock today I totally forgot about
the guy who originally introduced me to joys of cock sucking. An idea was
starting to form in my head and, once again, I couldn't believe this was
happening to me.

"I think you remember something quite special about last week, don't you
Pete?" his smile turned wolfish and reached down and massaged the straining
bulge in his pants.

I visibly gulped and couldn't help but have my gaze drawn down to his hard
cock. The gig was well and truly up and we both knew it. He gave me a
knowing look and continued.

"Yes, I think we both remember last week really well. I haven't been able
to forget the warm and wet mouth that I slid my cock into through the glory
hole. Imagine what my surprise was like when I realized whose sweet little
mouth was responsible for slobbering all over my penis and sucking the
semen out of my balls."

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if travelling back in time to those
precious moments in the public restroom. He gave his cock another good
squeeze and looked back at me.

"Now imagine my consternation when I went back for another helping of teen
cock sucker and already found the little angel supping on two other members
of my congregation. It sounded like you showed the Ellis' quite a good
time, young man."

My embarrassment at the situation faded every second he got more explicit
while fondling himself. If I was horny thinking back to the events of an
hour ago then just imagine what this new situation was doing to me. I
pulled my gaze away from his crotch, where a small wet spot was rapidly
forming, and looked up into his kindly face.

"Sorry about that, Pastor, but they showed up first! And their cocks were
so yummy. I just couldn't resist. Why don't you let me make it up to you?"

The last was said as more of a statement than a question and reached over
between us and started playing with dick through his shorts. They were
baggy shorts and there was a lot of room to rub his cock.  Unconsciously,
my mouth started to water as I gradually realized that I was going to get
to suck another load out of his dick.

Reverend Johnson groaned appreciatively and let his head fall back and his
mouth open at my first touch. He only let me rub him for a minute or two
before firmly taking my hand and moving it away from his crotch.

"Not here, my boy. It's a little too risky. I doubt even Mr. Ellis would
have much forgiveness in his heart for me if I was caught letting you
fondle me in public. I'm going to walk over to the restroom. I want you to
wait five minutes and then follow me in. Make sure no one notices you
entering."

With that he patted me on the head and made a beeline over to the
restroom. Of course it was the very same restroom that found me on my knees
earlier that day. I fished my phone out of my pocket and carefully timed
myself for 5 minutes. I decided to start walking now and work my way around
the park so that I approached the restroom rom the opposite direction of
the Pastor. I figured this would be stealthly enough for our purposes.

Reverend Johnson! What a surprise that turned out to be. I wouldn't have
guessed it was him in a million years. Who would have thought that a Man of
God like himself would spend his free time making his penis available to
bathroom cock suckers, much less the underage children of parishioners like
myself. I wasn't quite sure how to feel about the fact that the first cock
and the first load of sperm that ever made its way down my now-insatiable
throat belonged to my local minster. I'd have to ponder the deeper meaning
of it later as it was now time to attend to my own sacred duty.

After walking widely around the area and making my clandestine way back to
the toilets, I took a deep breath and opened the first of two double
doors. There was a 20-something guy at the sinks as I entered, so I played
it cool and went over to the urinals. I had to take a wicked leak
anyways. I took a moment for a quick glance at the stalls and saw that the
third stall was where the Pastor was waiting.  The sink guy finished his
business and left and I excitedly made my way to the middle stall. I was
about to enter when Pastor Johnson spoke up.

"No, Peter, don't bother with the hole in the wall. Just come right into my
stall."

I shrugged and opened the last stall door. The sight that greeted my eyes
was extremely hot. Reverend Johnson had his pants completely off and
t-shirt pulled up over his belly and chest so that his big puffy nipples
were showing. A forest of dark hair covered his massive chest and round
stomach. His cock was sticking straight up and was already dripping clear
fluid from the head. His balls, which were huge, were hanging down
partially into the toilet bowl. He had a look of intense concentration on
his face and he was gently pinching his nipples.

"C'mon on in, Peter. There's nothing to be frightened of. I just want to
look at you while you suck on my cock. I was right, wasn't I? You really
enjoyed last time, didn't you?"

Instead of answering I dropped to my knees and grabbed his hard cock. That
wonderful smell immediately hit my radar and before I knew it I was rubbing
my face over his slimy cock head and sticking my nose in his bush. His dick
was hard and soft at the same time, like a velvet sheath covering a steel
bar. He let out a guttural groan as I ran my tongue up the side of his
organ and swiped my tongue over the head. This caused another burst of
juice to come bubbling out of his piss slit which I quickly caught on my
tongue and then rubbed over the head. His legs were trembling with tension
as I ran my hands up and down them, reveling in the feel of his leg hair.

Pastor Johnson moaned and said, "That is so good, Peter. You really are a
good boy. Move up here and do the same thing to my nipples."

I gave him a quizzical look, but didn't question the request as I rose off
my knees and started moving towards his chest. I was about to comply with
this request when he stopped me.

"Make sure the door is properly latched and take your clothes off, would
you? Then you can sit on my lap and suck my nipples for me. Trust me, my
son; it will be more comfortable for both of us."

I can't believe it, but I was actually feeling kind of shy at this
point. It's true that I did love the look of hairy men, but I was really
embarrassed by my own body hair, not to mention the baby fat I was still
carrying. Before the blowjob incident from earlier today, I had never even
showed my hard cock to anybody before. Still, I was curious as to where all
of this was going and I must admit that I was very turned on by the thought
of being naked and so close to his hairy body.

I disrobed quickly at that thought and my nakedness elicited a low whistle
from the Pastor. He reached out tentatively and messaged the peach fuzz on
my chest and let his touch slide down my stomach to my treasure trail and
then down to my own bush which he played with idly while looking at my
stiff 4 1/2 incher. His hand moved back up and gently fingered my left
nipple, a contact so intense that my knees buckled a bit and my cock did a
little jump.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he smiled, "I have a few things I'd like to
show you today, my baby bear."

I had no idea what he meant by that, either the "few things to show me" or
the "baby bear" comment.  At that point, I really didn't care. I just
wanted to stand there and enjoy the new feelings coursing through my body.

"Come here, Peter, and sit on my lap."

I did as he instructed, relishing the feel of his hairy thighs as move
naked ass slid over them. I ran my hands slowly through the tangle of hair
on his chest and belly. I moved around so that I was more straddling one of
his thighs rather than sitting on it, but this allowed my cock to rub
against his leg and poke him in the stomach. I could feel his cock rubbing
up against my own prematurely hairy thigh. It left a snail trail of goo on
my leg. From this position I put one hand over each of his nipples. By this
point they were hard nubs sticking out of wrinkled flesh. I could feel them
poking the smooth skin of my palms. Mimicking what he did to me, I gently
pinched and twisted each of his nipples and this again caused him to tense
up and spew more liquid goodness on my leg.

"That's very, very good, Peter. You are a very quick learner. Then again, I
would expect nothing less from the boy who a father and his son today," he
chuckled, "Now try taking one of them into your mouth.  You don't have to
be as careful with teeth this time. You can take them between your teeth
and nibble them a bit"

I moved my face to his left nipple and carefully took it into my mouth. I
lapped at it at first, but then I grew more daring and took the nub of
flesh between my teeth. There was a quick inhalation of breath from the
Pastor and I thought I had been too rough, but I could feel his cock
throbbing and pulled me a little closer. I laid my face against that
wonderful chest, resting my cheek on his fur coat and began to bite and
suckle on his man breast.

"Oh Lord, yes, Peter, that is just about perfect."

This continued on for a few minutes. I would work one nipple and then move
over to the other, the whole time running my hands over as much of his body
as I could reach. I played with the hairs under his aims and rubbed his
stomach. The whole time I was also rubbing my own straining prick against
his leg and I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I didn't
particularly want to go this quickly, but I didn't think I could hold out
much longer.

Pastor Johnson ran his own hands over my back, playing loosely with the
small tuft hair that has been growing in the small of my back. His ran his
hands over my still smooth buttocks, playing lightly up and down my
crack. The whole time he whispered words of endearment to me. I had never
had anyone touch me like this and I was overwhelmed by the raft of new
sensations. I felt secure in his strong and tender arms and I was also
turned on beyond belief. I bit down rather hard on his nipple as if to
brace myself and I felt my cock explode onto his lap. I started bucking
wildly while his hand grasped my head and held it there on his nipple. I
was squirming around so much that some of my load hit his stomach and some
of it went right onto his cock. The stuff on his stomach quickly started to
drip down and coat his already slick cock and pubic hair.

"That's it, baby bear, just let it out. Don't worry. Go ahead and cum all
over me. It feels so good."

I was gasping for breath and trembling by the time my orgasm passed. That
was my most intense cum shoot yet. I pulled myself away from the Reverend's
chest and looked down. I couldn't believe all of the jizz that was now
coating both of us. Pastor Johnson reached down with his finger and scooped
some of the cum off my stomach where it had gathered. He brought it up to
my lips and started smearing the warm wetness over my lips. He then got
some more and stuck his cum covered finger into my mouth. I sucked at his
finger greedily, enjoying the taste of my own seed.

"My, my, look at the mess you made. I think you need to get done there and
clean it up, don't you?"

It was my turn to smile wickedly at him. I dismounted from his lap and once
again sunk to my knees. I was once again surprised at how natural the
maneuver had become. His lap was a mess of my sperm and his precum, so I
grabbed his shaft and started by licking it clean. I moved down into his
bush and began to suck as much juice from his hair as I could. I looked up
at him after I had gotten most of it up and I couldn't imagine how I must
look to him with my face covered in wetness.

He smiled back down at me and took my head between both hands and gently
guided me towards his cock. I allowed him to press the head against my
lips. I gave the head a kiss and then parted my lips and, for the second
time, allowed my minister's beautiful cock access to the depths of my hot
mouth. I hungrily swallowed it down to the root and I was privately pleased
that I didn't gag even a little. Pastor Johnson gave a short snort and
continued to lightly guide my head up and down his shaft.

At this point I once again felt like I was having an out of body
experience. Part of me was on a dirty concrete floor, kneeling before a
perverted adult and enjoying the feeling of impaling myself on his hard
cock. Another part of me was watching the scene, feeling my cock get hard
again as saw myself worshipping at an all-together different alter than the
one Pastor Johnson normally warned against the wages of sin from. It was a
very erotic scene and I loved being able not only lose myself in the glory
of the hot flesh before me, but also to be able to look up into the face of
the man I was pleasuring and take my own pleasure from the look in his
eyes.

I could tell from the increased hardness of his dick and quickening of his
thrusts that he was getting close to exploding. I looked up and from my
vantage point I could see that Pastor Johnson had screwed his eyes tightly
shut and was mumbling something to himself. It sounded an awful lot like he
was praying to God for forgiveness or something. I was thanking God for
putting men and their penis' at my disposal.

"Oh God, Peter, I'm getting close. Oh, my good little bear, I'm going to be
feeding you my load soon. Uh, uh, drink it down, cock sucker. Oh
God...please forgive me..."

And with that he gave one more mighty lunge and the head of his cock slid
down my throat, expanded, and blasted off. I didn't even taste the first
few volleys of thick man better that came out of his slit. My throat felt
hosed down with his thick sperm and I had all I could do to just keep
swallowing. He continued to thrust in and out of my mouth and the violence
of his gyrations caused a waterfall of spit and cum to spill out of my
mouth, down my chin, and onto my chest. I could now taste and smell the
strong flavor of his scum and I was enjoying every moment of it. My only
complaint was how much was wasted as it spilled down my front.

Reverend Johnson's cock was rapidly deflating even as he was still pulsing
small globs of cum out of the head. He was breathing hard and his eyes were
still closed. He let go of my head, but I still continued to nurse at his
cock, licking and sucking the remaining juices until he was cleaned off. I
was so turned on that I knew I needed to cum again and I got the idea to
push all of the saliva and cum down my chest and stomach to my still hard
cock. I coated my dick with the mess from my mouth and, properly lubed,
started to furiously jack myself off. The Pastor came back to reality at
that point and gave me a crooked grim.

"Aaaaah, the resilience of youth! Let me help you avoid the sin of Onaan,
my young friend."

I wasn't sure who this "Onaan" guy was, but it didn't matter to me when the
Pastor leaned over and popped m kid boner into his mouth. He made yummy
sounds as he went down to the root of my cock. I could feel his throat
snapping at the head of my dick and I once again couldn't believe how god
it felt or how quickly I could feel my orgasm coming. His warm mouth glided
wetly over my shaft and, in less time than it takes to tell, I was shooting
my baby batter. He moaned appreciatively and sucked it all up, not letting
a single drop get lost in his efforts. My cock got really sensitive after
that and I had to take it out of his mouth although I wish I could have
stood letting soak in there forever.

"Well, it's been quite a while since I performed that particular act, "
Pastor Johnson laughed, "and I do believe I will be doing it again soon. I
had forgotten how sweet a young man's cum could be."

"That was beyond incredible, Pastor Johnson! I really hope we can do that
again soon. Heck, I wish you had joined me and Warren and hi dad
earlier. That would have been a great scene and I know that Warren would
have loved sharing that load with me."

Before the words were even out of my mouth I realized what I had just
admitted to the Reverend. Yes, he knew that I had orally pleasured both of
the Ellis men, but he had no clue that Warren had helped me out both with
his dad and my own cock. He had made it pretty clear he had left before the
big finale. I didn't care if he knew I liked to suck cock, but I didn't
want to be the one to "out" Warren, especially since I didn't know how he'd
feel about it.

"So Warren got into the act this afternoon as well, huh?" Pastor Johnson
asked thoughtfully, "I wouldn't have pegged him as a restroom cock
sucker. Then again, I would never have imagined what a fire cracker you
were either."

"Please don't say anything to him, Pastor," I pleaded, "It was his first
time and I don't want him to freak out or get pissed at me for saying
something to you."

Too late I realized that I had just swore in front of the Pastor! I turned
crimson red and looked guilty. I looked away from him and started to gather
up my clothes. Reverend Johnson got up off the toilet and embraced me
tenderly.

"Don't you worry about a thing, my little bear. I won't say a word to
anybody, either about Warren or about you. We will keep these incidents our
little secret, although if you think Warren would like to play with the two
of us then you must know that it is okay. And don't you worry about cussing
in front of me!  We've had our cocks in each other's mouths, my friend; I
don't think a judicious use of language is going to be a problem."

I laughed at this and hugged him back. He helped me get my pants back on
and we both went to the sinks and began to hurriedly clean up. It was blind
luck that no one came in while we were getting each other off and we didn't
want to tempt fate any further than we already had. When we were both
reasonably clean and cum-free, Pastor Johnson turned to me and once again
thanked me for the wonderful head. He suggested that I stop by the church
sometime next week and we "talk" about what happened further. I smiled at
him and promised to do my best. He also let me know that there may be a
couple of other members of the church who he might be inclined to introduce
me to if I was interested.

"Pastor, if you mean you can introduce me to more guys to suck off then
definitely count me in!"

He smiled once more and then left me standing there. I waited a few moments
for him to get some distance from the restroom and then I exited myself.
Frankly, I felt exhausted, but a good kind of exhausted. I wondered if that
was the same thrill my brother and father talked about getting after a good
workout. In any case, it looked the game was nearly over. I just hoped that
I would get a chance to take a nap before I had to go over to Warren's
house and possibly start the whole thing all over again!

TO BE CONTINUED...