Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2023 04:46:37 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: A Year With Mr. Yates 5

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May 9

Dodge pulled on the shortest, tightest pair of shorts he could find for his
morning run. The tank-top was two strings and a piece of fabric that
covered his lower stomach. Out on the road, it swayed so much and so far,
he might as well have been wearing nothing. That was the point. The run
invigorated him, got him ready for the day and what it might have in
store. Running across campus got him more than a few appreciative looks and
a few wolf-calls, accompanied by comments about his hairy body.

Pastor Santino made the rounds to collect the coats for the winter charity
event. He started well before eight and by noon, had the majority of the
donations in the back of his car. He then drove to the Catholic church on
the corner to drop off his haul. Annette, the church secretary, was on hand
to help him bring the boxes inside.  As they started, the pastor noticed a
very attractive runner in very short shorts and a piece of stringed
fabric. The runner did not slow down, but waved and smiled. All the good
pastor could do was wave and smile in return.

"Trouble you don't need," Pastor Santino reminded himself, picking up a
box. "Even if you'd love to bury your face in between those heavenly,
sweaty cheeks once that hot boy got home."

May 12

Most of the community participated in the games, rides, and other carnival
activities. This year, a pretty big name brought almost everyone out for
the concert. To prepare for the bigger numbers, a few people called on
Nathaniel to help put together extra bleachers. He started to work early in
the morning, along with the other volunteers.

Dodge started his morning with a run. Deciding on bright red shorts, and
nothing else, he started running toward the park. Wanting to get a feel for
how the volunteer work was going, he started toward the center of
town. Before getting there, he started to break a sweat. Deciding to push
on, he sped up a little, wanting to challenge himself. Before getting to
the volunteer area, he passed by the church.

Pastor Santino slowed his pace, spotting a special piece of beauty coming
toward him. "Morning, Dodge," he said, waving to the young man.

"Morning, father!" Dodge returned, slowing a little. "Nice day, huh?"

"I'm not a father," the pastor said, smirking. "I've told you that before."

"You run, father?" Dodge asked, jogging in place.. "You look like you run."

"Afraid I don't," the man admitted. "Can I ask what your schedule is for
the rest of the day?"

Dodge stopped, wiped his forehead, and said, "Not a lot until the
afternoon." He jogged over to where the man was. "Got something you need
some help with, father?"

"A few things, but only if you have the time."

Nathaniel slipped the hammer back into his tool belt. Other guys around him
congratulated him on the work and he thanked them. As he started to pack up
his other tools, a larger man with an open shirt and wide smile approached
him. Nathaniel faced him, then accepted the man's open hand. The firm
handshake was enough for Open Shirt Man to make a strong impression.

"I'm Mike Malone," the man said, pumping his fist. "Most folks round here
just call me Sheriff."

"Good to meet you, Sheriff Malone. I've heard good things about you."

"You can believe most of them."

With a knowing smile, Nathaniel said, "I'm sure I can." He hooked a thumb
over his shoulder. "I'm going to put this stuff away. I've got another
appointment this afternoon."

"I'll give you a hand," the sheriff said, taking up one of the
toolboxes. "What do you get up to when you're not pounding something?"

"I'm always pounding something," Nathaniel said, taking his other toolbox.

"Some of us guy get together once a month. Play some cards. Tell some
jokes." The sheriff looked around to make sure no one could hear
them. "Other stuff...more adult stuff."

"How many other adults in this little club?"

"Since Dutch Shively moved out of your house, we're down to four. We've
been thinking about adding a fifth. Odd numbers make things interesting, if
you follow me."

At the truck, Nathaniel put the tools in the back and made sure the gate
wouldn't come down. He faced the sheriff, who looked at him like a starving
man at a buffet. After looking around and making sure they wouldn't be
seen, he ran the back of his hand down the sweaty trail of hair on the
sheriff's stomach. The other man noticed the sizable bulge in Nathaniel's
pants. They understood one another.

"We change up the places we meet so everybody gets a turn." The sheriff
stressed the last word. "None of us are hung up on labels. Whoever
hosts...gets the roast."

"Everybody takes a turn on the spit, then?"

"Yeah. That's half the fun, isn't it?"

"Say I was to join you this Friday, whose turn would it be?"

The sheriff's grin got wider. "Mine. Now you know why I'm trying to get us
back to full numbers." He looked down at the hand, now rubbing his
crotch. "Guess I can count you in, huh?"

"I'm free Friday. Don't see why I couldn't stop by, you know, to see
what's...up."

The sheriff blushed a little before stepping away from Nathaniel. He wiped
his forehead and let the light breeze into his shirt. "Wonder where Ravi
got off to?"

"Ravi?" Nathaniel asked, looking around. "Who's Ravi?"

"Pastor Ravi Santino, one of the local clergy. He was supposed to come over
and help out. It's not like him to flake on volunteer work."

Nathaniel chuckled, remembering seeing Dodge Curry run by on the other side
of the street. "Could be, somebody stopped by to volunteer for the good
pastor."

Pastor Santino gasped. No matter how many times he let the Curry kid fuck
him, those first four inches were always a surprise. Depending on his mood,
they could go in slow and easy -- or plunge right in with little to no
warning. Today, feeling cocky and self-assured, the kid was eager to get in
and get to fucking. Clutching at the boy's meaty chest, he spread his legs
as wide as he could.

"It's all yours, boy," he told the eager boy. "I'm going to need a lot of
'help' with it!"

Dodge obliged, sinking down into the pastor. He closed his eyes as he felt
the warm, tight hole close in around his length. The pastor gasped again
and started working his hips. He was so glad that Pastor Santino was one of
the few men in this town that was always down to fuck. Always. It also
helped that the man was always down to do the easy and sweet stuff or the
hard, rough stuff Dodge wanted, today. To this end, he pushed the man's
legs up to his chest and rotated his hips hard. The man's strong hands on
his chest, squeezing him hard, was just what Dodge wanted. Being manhandled
like some piece of meat turned him on.

"Don't slow down, boy! Do it the way you really want -- hard and fast!"

"You sure, father?"

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

 "Yes, sir, father!" Dodge said, pushing the man's legs up further. "Just
remember, when you're walking funny up the aisle, this Sunday -- you asked
for this!"

Driving his thick cock into the slick hole, he swiveled and bucked his hips
to get in as deep as he could. Pastor Santino groaned, pulling at his ass
with one hand, twisting Dodge's nipple with the other. The hard rocking of
his body made it impossible for the pastor to form words but with the boy's
hot meat inside him, the last thing he wanted to do was talk. Dodge seemed
to know this. He rocked hard against the man's ass, giving him all the cock
every time he thrust forward. The pastor shoved back at him. Dodge
swore. Pastor Santino held to the side of the table, afraid he might slide
off it.

"Goddamn it -- fuck me harder! I know you can do it, boy! Fuck me! Fuck me
like a whore!"

Speeding up, Dodge forgot about anything else. Throwing his head back, he
shut everything off but the sweet, clenching sensation around his cock. He
shoved hard onto the man's body, pressing his knees hard into his
chest. Growling, he opened his eyes to see the man grasping the table,
now. The Sunday arrangement toppled to the floor, flowers spilling
everywhere. Dodge didn't stop. The speed of his hips was even faster as he
felt his balls tighten. Inside the man, his cock throbbed one last time
before it started spraying the pastor's insides with scalding cum. He kept
slamming as he came, making sure the man got everything he had.

Pastor Santino clutched at the well-built boy's chest, while holding to the
table. He, too, was spewing out a hot load, the stuff splashing Dodge's
lower stomach and thick pubes. Their hard, sweaty bodies rocked against one
another as they came. Dodge fell forward onto him, trying to catch his
breath. The pastor clutched his back, thrilled at the slick, hard muscle.

Dodge pushed himself up on one elbow. Smirking, he asked, "That good for
you, father?"

"Last time...Dodge. I'm not a father. Just a pastor."

"Right, father," the younger male said, easing his hips back. "I'll
remember next time, father."

The prone pastor forgot about the title as Dodge began working into him
again. They started right where they left off with the boy-man slamming
into his cum-filled ass. This time, he was able to go faster. Underneath
him, the ferocity of his assault drove the table hard into the
podium. Dodge put one foot on the edge of the table so he could deepen his
thrusts.

Pastor Santino loved it when the boy was in a hurry to finish. It meant
hard, furious thrusts that battered his prostate. The pastor reached for,
and held onto the boy's thick calf. Rotating to one side, he was able to
help Dodge do this.

"Sorry, father...sorry!"

Knowing what this apology meant, Pastor Santino braced himself. The first
hard torrent of cum jarred him as much as it did the kid's body. Searing
heat flowed into him, causing him to gasp. Dodge kept apologizing as he
flooded the firm hole with his seed. The pastor assured him, they would do
better next time, that it was fine that he lasted less than five minutes.

In secret, though, the pastor hoped the next time would be much, much
faster -- and harder.

Knowing what was next, Pastor Santino braced himself for the first hard
torrent of cum. It jarred him just as much as the kid's hard body. He felt
the searing heat of the stuff hit his prostate and could not help his own
release. Dodge kept apologizing as he flooded the firm hole with his
seed. The pastor assured him they would do better next time, that they
would take things slow and easy -- but all the while, he was hoping the
next time would be much, much faster and so much harder.

May 23

The sheriff's house was modest and out of the way. Nathaniel pulled into
the driveway and went down a few yards. Hidden from the road by trees and
tall shrubs, he thought this was the perfect place for what was going on
inside.

The door to the house opened before he got to it. Sheriff Malone was
grinning and waving him inside so Nathaniel picked up his pace. Once
inside, he handed over a plate of cookies, explaining how it felt wrong to
be invited somewhere and not bring something. The sheriff smiled, took the
cookies, then fastened one hand on Nathaniel's crotch. When he leaned in,
Nathaniel caught the back of his head and the two men kissed. Deep. The
sheriff released him just long enough to open his pants and take a good
long look at the burgundy jockstrap and its bulging contents.

"Nice," the sheriff said. "Let's get you in to meet the others. I hope you
understand, we started without you. Those horny fucks can't ever remember
their manners."

In a sizable room at the back of the house, Nathaniel walked in on just
what he thought he would. Windows were covered in black drapes, blocking
anyone outside from viewing what went on inside. On the floor, legs spread,
arms around two men, an older, bald man acknowledged the new arrival. He
introduced himself while one of the men mouthed his left nipple and the
other sucked his cock.

"Lyle Fenway...your neighbor across the way."

"Good to meet you," Nathaniel said, smiling. "Who are those fine
gentlemen?"

The one on the nipple stopped long enough to say, "Jason Baker. Another
neighbor. W don't get out much, though."

"How old are you, Jason Baker?"

"A whole 19 years, Mr. Yates. What about you?"

"A few years past 30 and a few before 50. Nice cock."

The younger male beamed. "Thanks. Maybe, if you're nice, I'll let you taste
it."

"I'm always nice, boy. Always."

The other male got to his knees and reached for Nathaniel's pants. The jock
made him smile. As Jason got up and came forward, Nathaniel let the other
man work his pants down and start massaging his cock through the
fabric. Jason helped the man take his shirt off. He ran his hands through
the thick chest hair until he found the two pearly pink nipples.

"Ravi, where are your manners?" Mike said, clapping the kneeling man on the
shoulder. "He just got here. You haven't even told him your name!"

Nathaniel guided the pastor's mouth to his crotch. "The good pastor and I
have met. Fucked, even. Well, I fucked. The pastor just moaned and cursed a
lot. Nice to know your first name, Ravi."

With his mouth now full of cock, the pastor did not answer. Lyle got in
behind Nathaniel and bent him forward. Using the pastor for support, the
man reached back and pulled his asscheek to one side. Mike pulled him into
a kiss while Lyle went to work on his ass. Jason got to his knees and slid
his mouth over the sheriff's hardened cock.

Foreplay was light. A few shared kisses, some quick blowjobs, and a lot of
rimming preceded the main event. Mike was brought into the center of the
room and put on a large, round ottoman. On his back, he brought his legs
up, exposing his naked hole. Jason got on his knees in front of it and
started licking. Lyle moved to one side while Nathaniel offered the sheriff
his cock. Mike put his legs over Jason's shoulders while he slid Nathaniel
into his mouth. Lyle took hold of the man's full shaft and licked at its
head. Precum oozed into his mouth and he groaned.

Pastor Santino reclined in a chair, stroking himself as the men
interacted. Seeing these horny men rubbing, sucking, kissing, and massaging
one another was blissful. Ravi's thickness swelled in his hand as he
masturbated.

While Mike blew Nathaniel, Jason got up on his knees and ran the tip of his
cock over the man's willing hole. Having rimmed him, the sheriff was more
than loose enough to take him but tight enough to make him moan. When Lyle
took a breather, he and Jason shared a long kiss.

"Put it in me," Jason said in a husky voice. "I don't care who does it,
just somebody put a cock in my ass while I fuck this whore."

"That's Sheriff Whore to you, boy!" Mike grinned.

Nathaniel, now hard and dripping, moved in behind the lean, athletic
Mr. Baker. Using some nearby lube, he slicked himself up and bent the boy
forward. Jason reached for Lyle's meaty cock while working his hips to keep
fucking Mike.

Ravi raised his legs and hooked them over the sides of the chair. He and
Lyle shared a look while young Jason mouthed and sucked the man's cock. The
pastor reached for a tube of lube and started getting himself ready for
when Jason got Lyle ready.

 Glancing at the pastor, Nathaniel gave Jason the rhythm he wanted. The boy
then gave this rhythm to Mike, who now sucked hard on Lyle's cut, hard
cock. Lyle tugged on his nipples, which swelled. The men worked like a
well-lubed machine with Mike getting the best of the deal. Jason gave the
man his best, a slow, even rhythm with his hips. Nathaniel held the kid's
hips and drilled in slow and steady.

Half an hour of this and Nathaniel slid out. Jason moved off and out of the
sheriff to allow Lyle his turn at the man's hole. Nathaniel watched as Ravi
mounted Mike's prone body and eased down on the warm, slick shaft. Jason
came around and started mouthing the pastor's cock while feeding his own to
Mike. Nathaniel moved in behind Jason again. Rubbing the boy's back, he
started with sweet kisses down his spine to his firm peach of an ass. When
he spread the boy, Jason let out a soft sigh and thrust his hole back for
an expert licking.

They worked this way for about ten minutes. Ravi felt the sheriff was
getting close so he slowed his hips. Lyle also slowed down but to tease the
man. Jason pulled off the pastor's warm meat so he could stand up and
stretch his legs. Nathaniel and he made out for a few long minutes.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Sheriff Malone looked at the room full
of men. "Anybody know how I can get more of you motherfuckers inside me?"

Lyle's face lit up. "Fuck yeah! This is what I was waiting on!"

They pulled the ottoman over to the couch and Lyle sat down on it. Jason
smirked. Ravi stroked himself. Sore but ready for this, Sheriff Mike
straddled Lyle. The older man took his cock in one hand and his nipple in
the other, then tugged a few times on both. He and Mike started kissing.
Then, looking the man square in the eye, he sat down on Lyle's cock. When
it was deep in him, Mike leaned back and Lyle wrapped his arms around
him. The sheriff lifted his muscular legs and spread them.

Jason nudged Nathaniel forward. "Go on. You're the new guy, you get the
honors."

Striding over, leading with his twitching cock, Nathaniel grinned down at
Mike. He skinned back the glistening head, letting it drool a steady stream
of precum. The stuff pooled around Lyle's inserted cock, making the man
pulse. The sheriff caressed the furry flatness of Nathaniel's stomach,
giving him all the consent he needed with just his eyes and the bobbing of
his excited cock. As Jason moved in to take care of it, Mike gave the hair
in his hands a little tug.

"Fuck me, Yates. Treat me like the whore I am." He smiled. "Then, when it's
your turn on the spit, I'll more than happily return the favor."

Like with Jason, Nathaniel started off slow. Entry into Mike's firmly
stuffed ass squeezed his head and first few inches like nothing else. The
pressure on his shaft was delicious. Feeling Lyle's veined length against
him made him even harder. Mike sucked in air, trying to be still but
wanting all the man had to give him. Jason swallowed the first spurt of
excited precum. Ravi lay back in the chair as his cock drooled his
excitement.

Jason ran his hands over Mike's lower stomach, loving the feel and texture
of his smooth skin. Every vein in the sheriff's rigid shaft pulsed against
his tongue as he moved his mouth. It felt amazing to have this man inside
him this way, bringing him so much pleasure. Lost in his pleasuring of the
sheriff, he almost didn't notice Ravi sliding in under him. At the same
time as he was reaching Mike's base, the pastor's mouth clamped hard around
his own. The wet lips eased back but the suction was strong. The first few
passes of his mouth and Jason thought he'd cum. Mike spasmed against this
tongue, giving Jason more of his creamy goodness.

Ravi worshiped the boy's dick. Gentle and attending to every vein, every
fold of foreskin, he licked and sucked the boy until Jason was grinding his
hips in methodic circles. The straining head flared in the pastor's
mouth. Seconds before he realized just how close the boy was, Jason flooded
his mouth with scalding cum. Ravi gulped as the fat shaft kept pumping out
its protein.

Nathaniel set an easy pace but one that put his hard cock deep in the
sheriff's cavern. Lyle matched the pace, drawing out at the right time and
ramming himself home again. Seconds into their see-sawing and Mike was
trying the best he could to get them deeper into him. At the same time, he
grabbed Jason's brownish-blond hair and pulled his mouth down further on
his crotch. Keeping himself buried in the boy, the sheriff grunted like an
animal as the men fucked him. Delirious with lust, Mike rolled his head to
one side, accepting Lyle's tongue into his mouth.

Nathaniel put one foot up on the ottoman and pushed hard into
Mike. Underneath the sheriff, Lyle did the same. Jason grunted, feeling the
sudden pulse of sheriff-shaft in his throat. Nathaniel threw back his head
and almost howled.

"FUCK! FUCK, I'M CUMMING! Fuuuuck!"

"Goddamn...me, too!"

Lyle's own swollen shaft let loose at the same time. He and Nathaniel
exploded inside the sheriff while Mike did the same inside Jason's
mouth. The musky man-seed flowed like a river in the Malone game
room. Jason came again, just from the sheer sensation of it all. Ravi was
there to swallow every drop, even to lick and lick around the boy's spent
head. Nathaniel rocked himself back and forth, not wanting any of his seed
to spill outside the man's asshole. Lyle matched him. Mike groaned and
thrashed on their twin rods, loving the feeling of being stuffed with hot,
throbbing cock. All of them worked against the other, each one finding
their own carnal pleasure in the best way.

When their collective temperature started to cool, Jason was the first to
disengage. Falling to the side, he still had to contend with a hungry
pastor licking and sucking at his flagging cock. Much more of this, he
knew, and he'd end up giving the horny pastor what Mike just got. As Ravi
kept going, the boy knew that's what the pastor wanted.

"Goddamn," Lyle said, falling back on the couch. "That was fucking amazing!
Kudos to the new guy for knowing how to fuck!"

Nathaniel eased out of the sheriff. A river of cum flowed out of the used
hole. Mike managed to sit up, balancing himself on the ottoman's edge. He
and Nathaniel shared a kiss, then two and three more. The sheriff couldn't
keep his hands off the man's cock. In his seated position, he gave it a
sloppy kiss, more to get the cum from its sides than anything to do with
affection.

"I'm glad you came...and came inside me. Welcome to the club, stud."

"Thanks," Nathaniel said, swiping his finger over his cock's cummy head. He
offered it to Mike, who took it. "This club of yours have a name?"

"Most of you fuckers are hairy and you all seem to share the same kink for
scents." Mike smirked. "Don't think I didn't notice you taking a hit off
your pits while you were railing me. So, we call ourselves Sniffer Bears.
It's also our club name on a very special website. I'll send you the log-in
details after tonight."

"Who the fuck's hungry?" Lyle said, getting to his feet. "I've got to
refuel before round two!"

Chuckling, Nathaniel asked Mike, "Round two? After that fucking?"

"You best buckle up. We're just getting started, stud."

End of Part 5: May