Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2019 11:21:48 -0500
From: wildwing4160@gmail.com
Subject: Memories of Gettysburg Chapter 2

Preface: This is a love story involving gay youth and adults. There are
vivid descriptions of consensual sex between the characters so the usual
warnings apply.

The story is completely fictitious but is built around true events of the
American Civil War. In that regard I have tried to be as accurate as
possible.

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                         Memories of Gettysburg

Chapter Two

Sunday attendance at the Gettysburg Presbyterian Church was a ritual in the
O'Reilly household.  Both parents held strong religious convictions.

The whole family would rise early Sunday morning to dispense with the
chores before breakfast.  Then ma, pa, Ben, Jordan and Joshua would don
their Sunday finery and, mounting their carriage, they would ride dusty
Emmitsburg Road to town.

Ma was especially proud of the devotion that Jordan displayed.

"I do declare Jordan has a pious heart. He loves going to church and I
suspect he'll be a preacher one day. I really do," she told pa.

Jordan would smile inwardly when he heard ma's proclamation. He was keen on
church all right but it wasn't for the reasons ma had figured on. Truth be
told he actually believed religion was a bunch of hogwash. After all, he
thought, how could Jonah possibly get swallowed by a whale and survive?
Nope, for Jordan the attraction was the Reverend Jacobs. Jordan figured he
was the most handsome man in Gettysburg. Jordan would insist the family sit
in a front pew just so he could stare up at the pulpit and wonder what it
might be like to be held by those strong arms. Ma would often look over and
sigh in contentment at Jordan staring upwards. Jordan would sigh too.

Jordan was mesmerized by the preacher's features: the strong jaw, the nose
chiseled from granite, to say nothing of those piercing blue eyes. The
loose hanging robes could not hide the stocky muscular body that Jordan
knew lay beneath. In fact Jordan sometimes fantasized that the Reverend
Jacobs was wearing absolutely nothing under those robes. It was a short
step from there to fantasize what the details might look like.

He was on autopilot for most of the service. Oh he knew enough to stand
when everyone else stood and to kneel when everyone else knelt. He did like
the hymns though and he sang quite lustily. Occasionally in the middle of a
hymn he'd look to his mother and return her smile. The Reverend's voice was
as smooth as silk and so seductive that once he began to speak Jordan was
caught like a small fly in a web. Not that he was actually listening to
what he was saying.  Reverend Jacobs could have begun to speak Chinese and
Jordan would not have noticed.

The service over Reverend Jacobs would stand at the door greeting his
congregation as they filed out. When Jordan got his turn he always praised
the sermon. He'd stare into those deep blue eyes and have his hand
swallowed by the Reverend's clutches. The experience would leave him weak-
kneed.

One Sunday he was totally surprised when the Reverend said, "Well I sure
hope I'll see you Wednesday evening, Jordan."

"Er......sure thing Reverend, I'll be there."

Of course Jordan had no idea what he was committing to but he really didn't
care. If Reverend Jacobs wanted him there then he'd be there with bells on.

As the carriage rolled home ma turned to Jordan and declared, "I'm so proud
of you agreeing to go on Wednesday. I'm sure it will enrich your soul."

"Well,.....sure ma....I guess," he muttered and then added, "What exactly
did Reverend Jacobs say we'd be doing again?"

Ma laughed out loud. "Son you know full well what you'll be doing. I saw
you sitting on the edge of the pew as Reverend Jacobs described his
plans. You make me as proud as a peacock and that's a fact!"

Jordan thought it best to drop the subject. "Yeah, sure ma," he mumbled.

The first days of the week dragged by far too slowly for Jordan. On Tuesday
he even helped ma by peeling the potatoes to make the time move
faster. Joshua bugged him to take him swimming again but he couldn't put
his mind to it. His mind kept filling with visions of a very nude Reverend
Jacobs. He abused himself thinking about it in the hen house and again
later in the barn. As he attained a climax he imagined it was the
Reverend's hand that was on his cock. Each time, he collapsed backwards as
he erupted. He swore to himself that they were about the best feelings he
had ever experienced.

Without making it too obvious he continued to probe his mother trying to
gain an inkling of what the Wednesday event was about.

"What time should I be there by ma?" And later, "How do you think I should
dress?"

"Land sakes you're keen son.," ma chuckled. "You'd think you were going to
Washington to meet president Lincoln or something. It's just a little bible
study. That's all."

Bible study huh, Jordan mused inwardly. Yeah, I could do a little of that,
especially if it meant sitting beside the Reverend Jacobs.

Despite his thinking to the contrary Wednesday afternoon did arrive. As he
was making sure the saddle strap on his horse Cloud was secure Ma came
rushing out holding the good book on high.

"Jordan hold on!" she yelled. "Ya forgot your bible. I swear I don't know
where your head's at sometimes!'

If she only knew, Jordan thought.

The church was a well-built red brick edifice that stood well back from the
road. It had stood on the same spot for over a hundred years and the
churchyard was filled to overflowing with the graves of past members of the
congregation. The tall white bell tower was a landmark in town.  Beside the
church stood a smaller red brick building, the Reverend's home.

A handful of horses and buggies were tied up outside the white picket
fence. Jordan added Cloud and then strode towards the open door of the
Reverend's home.

Reverend Jacobs smiled broadly and rushed over to greet Jordan when he saw
him enter.

"The Lord has blessed us with your presence today!" he crooned.

Jordan was surprised; he didn't realize he was that important. "Sure
Reverend Jacobs, I'm just happy to be here," he replied respectfully.

Jordan glanced around the room. A semicircle of chairs had been arranged
around the fireplace, four of which were already occupied. He recognized
Abraham, a boy about his own age. With his pimply face and snotty nose he
was easy to recognize. Jordan didn't care for him. The other three, closer
to Ben's age, he knew only by sight from the Sunday services.

"Boys there's a pitcher of root beer on the table. You may help yourself
whenever you wish."

Jordan noted the chair beside the Reverend was still vacant and rushed to
claim it. The Reverend waited a few moments in case any latecomers made an
appearance. None did and the meeting soon commenced.

It began with a prayer for the success of the evening. A scripture reading
followed. Jordan tried to concentrate but sitting so close to his idol was
unnerving. He did hear enough to understand that it was a story about some
guy called Nicodemus and the need to be born again. He had no idea what
that meant and he really didn't care. There were some questions as well as
some lively discussion but Jordan did not take part. Instead he stared at
the Reverend. He soon found his eyes wandering down to the Reverend's
pants. More precisely he stared at the bulge and wondered.

"Well Jordan, what do you think? Do You agree with him?"

Jordan shot bolt upright meeting the deep blue eyes of his questioner. He
tried to muster a look of total involvement before responding, "I agree
with everything he said."

The Reverend screwed up his forehead in puzzlement. He paused before
responding, "Hmmmm, that's interesting."

He'd been caught! Jordan knew it and he knew the pastor knew it too. He
tried his best to be totally aware of the proceedings from that point
forward. It was difficult.

The meeting ended with another prayer and a plea from the Reverend that
everyone return next Wednesday. The boys nodded in unison. Jordan rose to
leave but as he turned a large hand gripped his shoulder.

"Would you mind staying a few moments Jordan. I wish to talk to you alone."

Alone? With Reverend Jacobs? Jordan's heart began to race. He looked back
into his eyes and realized the Reverend was smiling broadly.

Jordan returned the smile in spades and responded with a simple, "Sure!"
Then as an after thought he added, "I'd enjoy that."

Jordan waited a little apprehensively on the edge of a seat as the Reverend
closed the door on the last of the other boys. Returning he sat beside
Jordan and gently placed a hand on Jordan's knee.

"You know," he began, "both in the church and here tonight I see you
constantly staring at me yet I'm not always sure you're really listening to
me."

Jordan could feel the heat in his face as he reddened. His secret was out!
He tried to speak but could think of nothing reasonable to say. His head
began to droop in self-imposed shame.

Recognizing Jordan's discomfort the Reverend continued, "I'm not upset with
you. I'm sure some of what I say is sinking in. I want you to continue to
attend Bible Study. In fact I must tell you that in my entire congregation,
you are one of my favorites."

As he spoke these words the Reverend brushed back a few hairs that had
drifted into Jordan's eyes. He allowed the back of his hand to caress
Jordan's cheek as if wiping away a tear. It ended up resting on Jordan's
leg well above the knee now.

The Reverend's words and actions had an electrifying effect on Jordan. From
a feeling of shame and embarrassment he just as quickly was exhilarated by
Reverend Jacob's change of course. He looked up to confirm the grinning
countenance and then in one motion spontaneously arose and hugged the good
Reverend.

"Oh thank you, thank you," he cried.

It was Reverend Jacob's turn to be taken aback by Jordan's raw
emotion. Recovering quickly though he accepted the hug by wrapping his arms
around Jordan.

"There, there Jordan. No need to be upset. You are truly a wonderful boy!"

Even as he spoke he allowed one hand to move down and support Jordan by his
plump buttocks.  Jordan did not object. Emboldened by Jordan's acceptance
he reached down and kissed him on the forehead.

Jordan of course was thrilled with the turn of events. He wondered how far
the good Reverend might go. Could his fantasies become completely true? He
tried to let the Reverend know how he felt.

"I love the way you're holding me," he whispered seductively.

Reverend Jacob's grip on Jordan's ass grew tighter and his smile grew
wider. Jordan was not so naive that he didn't realize the Reverend might go
a lot further. He felt his own lust growing.

"You're such a kind man," he added.

Stunned by finding such a giving and handsome boy in his congregation
Reverend Jacobs replied, "You are truly God's gift!"

Each spurred on by the others' actions the good Reverend began to massage
Jordan's mounds.  Jordan pressed back to welcome the Reverend's hands.

"You make me feel warm all over," Jordan murmured.

Shifting his hands now the Reverend placed one hand behind Jordan's back,
then leaned down, and their lips met. Meanwhile his second hand groped the
front of Jordan's britches seeking his hardness.

"You really are a sweet, sweet boy," he shuddered.

Perhaps it was a reality check or perhaps Reverend Jacobs was really
concerned about the late hour. Regardless he broke the link with Jordan
commenting, "Jordan it's late. I've kept you too long. Your parents will be
worried about you returning in the dark. I must let you go."

Jordan looked into those blue eyes and sighed. He'd been hoping for more
but he knew there would be other nights.

Rising he commented, "I really enjoyed myself tonight Reverend Jacobs!"
With a glint in his eye he added, "I can't wait for next Wednesday!"

"Nor can I," The Reverend concurred. "Nor can I!"

It was a good thing Cloud knew every step of the way home. Jordan's head
was full of the wonders that his awakening sex was unfolding before him.

It wasn't surprising to Jordan when he was grilled at the breakfast table
the next morning.

"Well son, what happened?" pa inquired. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh pa you wouldn't believe it. It was one of the most wonderful times of
my life!" Jordan was not lying.

"Praise the Lord!" ma shouted. "Our house has been truly blessed with a
wonderful son!"

How ironic, Jordan thought. Ma's words were eerily similar to those used by
a certain reverend last night.

Jordan drifted through the day, his mind constantly at work envisioning the
Reverend Jacobs. He was thrilled that the Reverend liked him so much. He
also dared envision what lay ahead. His right hand was quite busy too. Four
times that day he squirted. He'd never done that before. On each occasion
he imagined Reverend Jacob jerking him off. He figured there could be even
more exciting things that the Reverend could do to him but what they might
be were beyond his experience and comprehension.

On Thursday Jordan, with a not so gentle reminder from Joshua, kept his
promise and took him swimming. Jordan was actually able to clear his mind
for a while and instead enjoy frolicking with Joshua once again. Jordan had
to admit he enjoyed the little guy's company now and then.

The boys eventually grew tired and Jordan collapsed in the long grass
beside the pool. He looked up and watched the cumulus clouds marching
across the treetop clearing like soldiers on parade.  He closed his eyes
and a vision of a naked man standing over him came to mind.

"Hey Jordan, how come your pecker is getting so big and what makes it stick
right up like it's doing now?"

It was a good question for a seven-year-old.

"Well......er.....well......it just does. That's all. It kinda does it all
on its own. I don't have to think about it."

"How come it doesn't happen to me?" he persisted.

Recalling Ben's advice to him some time ago he repeated, "It will
Joshua. It will. Ya just gotta be patient. Wait a couple of years."

Jordan opened his eyes to find Joshua seated right beside him. His eyes
were riveted on to Jordan's throbbing member.

"Wow," Joshua exclaimed, "look at it now! It's even getting bigger."

Jordan didn't respond. Instead he closed his eyes and re-entered his own
private world once more.  He could have drifted off to sleep if he hadn't
been interrupted again.

"Jordan, can I touch it again? Please!"

Jordan was always fearful that Joshua could break his promise and go
blabbering to ma. He was also determined never to have sex with Joshua. He
liked boys his own age or older. He remained silent.

"Pleeaasse!"

Joshua's worst habit was his insistence on getting his own way. He was so
darn cute the strategy usually worked. Joshua was always the first to
wrangle fresh baked goods out of ma.

Joshua reached out and let his hand hover just inches above Jordan's cock.

"C'mon Jordan. Pleeaasse!"

He knew Joshua was just getting warmed up and the only way to stop him was
to get furious, which he had no intention of doing, or to give in.

Jordan raised himself on his elbows and looked his brother squarely in the
eyes. "Well all right then, you can hold it but only for a minute. You have
to let go when I tell ya to. Do you understand?"

A grinning Joshua replied, "Yup, Whatever you say."

A tiny hand shot out and wrapped itself around Jordan's cock. He crawled
closer so his eyes were inches away. He proceeded to maul Jordan's
appendage as if it were his new favorite toy.

"It's big!" he repeated in awe.

Ever since Jordan saw Ben naked as a teenager Jordan had been patiently
waiting for his own to grow. Seeing it every day he hadn't noticed any
changes. Now with Joshua excited about its size he took a fresh look at
himself. He realized for the first time it was happening! His cock was
growing!

Jordan couldn't help but get excited over the mauling. He knew it would
have been so easy to get Joshua to pump him. He knew better and fought the
urge. The realization dawned on him that the minute he had promised had
long since expired.

"You better let go now Joshua. We don't want to be late for supper."

Still gripping it Joshua declared, "I wish mine was this big right now."

"You're just a kid Joshua. You have to wait." But then speaking much more
harshly added, "Now like I said, let go!"

Jordan by now was as hot as a fire cracker. Only after delivering Joshua
did he seek the privacy he needed.

Jordan found the following Sunday service even more fascinating than
most. He couldn't get rid of the smile as he looked up at Reverend
Jacobs. On occasion the Reverend appeared to return the smile and even
winked once. After a sermon more inspirational than most Reverend Jacobs
spent a few moments extolling the success of his "Young Men's Bible Study"
as he called it.  After the service he spent several minutes with the
O'Reilly family.

Pa shook the Reverend's hand. "I want to thank you Reverend. Jordan hasn't
stopped talking about you and the enjoyment he experienced at your meeting!
The spirit of the Lord must really have been with you that night!"

Jordan felt a little embarrassed and cringed because of his father's
exuberance. He wondered what might happen if pa knew the skepticism he felt
about the faith and the true nature of the excitement he felt with the
Reverend Jacobs.

Shoving those thoughts from his mind he forced a grin and kept his place in
line as an obedient son should.

Reverend Jacobs played along too. "Oh yes it was truly a wondrous
evening. I must tell you that your son was a great joy to me.. His presence
was a blessing to us all."

"Praise be to God!" ma trilled.

Reverend Jacobs turned his attention to Jordan. "I'm really looking forward
to seeing you there again. I want you to know I have chosen some passages
this week especially for you!"

"I can't wait to hear them," Jordan replied politely.

The conversation could easily have continued for some time but the line of
congregation members waiting their turn was badly backed up.

All week long ma in particular couldn't quite grasp the attention her son
was receiving.

"I declare," she'd say, "special passages just for you son. Land sakes I've
never heard of such a thing. Think of it Jordan, the Reverend Jacobs is
truly moved by your trust in the Lord."

Jordan just gritted his teeth and nodded his head up and down.

Wednesday afternoon arrived none too soon for Jordan. He decided that he
wanted to look his very best for the Reverend Jacobs. Placing his four
Sunday shirts on the bed he changed his mind twice before making a
selection. The choice of pants was even more difficult. He frankly didn't
like any of the three choices. Frustrated he pulled out the bottom drawer
and retrieved his favorite pants of all time. He'd outgrown them more than
a year ago and now they lay in waiting as hand-me-downs for Joshua.

If I can get them on these are the pants I want, he told himself. Drawing
them up he sucked in his stomach as far as he could. Try as he might the
buttons wouldn't quite reach the button holes. He stripped off and was
about to toss the pants back in the drawer when inspiration struck.

He removed his underpants and tried again. Sucking in deeply he managed
this time to barely close the gap. The pants were skin tight and displayed
two inches of ankle but Jordan didn't care.  In his mind he looked real
good and he checked in the mirror to confirm it.

He did a double take. His penis, which was now long enough to slip down one
leg, was perfectly outlined! You could see the gonads too! You could even
easily discern the outline of the mushroomed head! The sight gave him a
rush and the bulge began to expand.

He contemplated whether the unplanned effect was too provocative but then
he thought of Reverend Jacobs. He might appreciate his dress. In the end he
elected to find out but in case the Reverend disapproved he carried his
regular pants with him.

He made a point of being first there to test his reaction. The moment the
Reverend opened the door he knew he had made the correct choice. Reverend
Jacobs smiled broadly with his arms outstretched. His eyes scanned Jordan
quickly but when they reached his crotch they froze.

"Oh, I love your outfit," he crooned. "You are definitely ready to do God's
work."

Jordan moved forward to accept the Reverend's hug. Hug the Reverend did,
but only with one arm. The second slipped down and grasped Jordan's cock
through the fabric.

"Ohhh," the Reverend gasped,"you are such an exciting boy Jordan!"

Jordan pressed forward with his hips. He was inviting the Reverend to grope
all he liked. He stared up into those blue eyes and tried to match his
grin.

"I've been looking forward to tonight all week Reverend Jacobs!"

Even as he spoke he could feel the Reverend cup his balls before returning
to his dick. The Reverend ignored Jordan's comment, seemingly in a private
world of his own.

"You are so beautiful Jordan - God's perfect little lamb."

"I'm going to pay special attention tonight," Jordan continued. "I want to
hear the passages you chose for me."

Meanwhile Jordan's cock had already expanded to its full length and
hardness.

"Ohhhhh," the Reverend responded.

It was fair to say that the good Reverend was close to being out of
control. Only the sound of approaching horses broke the spell. Playing with
Jordan would have to wait for the Bible study was about to commence.

The boys all returned with one new addition. His name was Thomas. Jordan
had known him for years. He had a dark complexion and had a far away look
about him that suggested guile and intrigue. He also liked the way Thomas
kept his long brown hair in a page boy cut. Jordan figured he was perhaps a
year or two older than himself.

Although it was difficult at times Jordan did manage to pay better
attention this week. He kept waiting for the passages that were meant for
him but strangely heard nothing that he could relate to. He did recognize a
similarity in all the Reverend's readings though. Each one spoke of
cleanliness both in mind and body. A lively discussion followed. Even
Jordan had a point or two to make. The meeting ended with another prayer
followed by refreshments.

It was about this time that Jordan recognized another admirer. Thomas could
not take hie eyes off him, focusing a lot on Jordan's package. The rest of
the lads gradually headed out one by one.  Jordan hung back of
course. Thomas. was the last to leave, winking at Jordan as he closed the
door.

"Well," asked Reverend Jacobs, "what did you think of my chosen passages
for you?"

Jordan decided to sound upbeat. "Er... yeah! They were great! I really
enjoyed them. Thank you!"

"Yes God truly wants us to be clean Jordan. He tells us that over and
over."

Jordan pondered for a moment and then responded with a very profound, "Yes
Reverend Jacobs."

"And now Jordan I have a wonderful surprise for you. I'm going to show you
the way God wants you to take a bath!"

Jordan stared openmouthed. "What? ....Here? .....Now?"

"Well, yes Jordan. I have the tub and the bath water all prepared in the
kitchen. It won't take long!"

"You mean....naked?"

The Reverend laughed. "Well it would be unusual to have a bath with your
clothes on."

Jordan's mind was working overtime. He expected something after the meeting
but not this. He wasn't so naive not to realize that something beside a
bath was going to happen but was he ready for it? He tried to buy time
while he thought of the possibilities and whether he should partake or not.

"Do I have to strip in front of you?"

Reverend Jacobs laughed again. "My dear boy, you don't have anything I
haven't seen before many many times. The good Lord has made you and as far
as I am concerned he made you perfectly."

Jordan never regarded himself as perfect. "Sir I'm scrawny. I don't look
too good. I haven't got any muscles."

"Nonsense!" the Reverend responded flatly. "You are the most beautiful boy
this side of heaven.  The Good Lord would agree with me I'm sure!"

Jordan was ready for adventure when he arrived that evening but now he felt
nervous and reluctant. He took another tack.

"Reverend my penis is sticking right out right now and well.....I'm kind of
embarrassed."

Breathing heavily now the Reverend Jacobs responded, "Don't be. If the Lord
wants me to see your erect penis then it's perfectly fine. I'm sure you'll
look even more beautiful!"

Jordan slowly came to the realization that whatever the Reverend had in
mind was going to happen. At no time did he feel any danger. In fact the
Reverend's soothing words were beginning to relax him.

"Well......okay then," he drawled.

Reverend Jacobs immediately sprang to life. He led Jordan to the kitchen
where a large oaken tub dominated the center of the room. Two large
cauldrons of water sat steaming on the wood stove.  As Jordan watched he
poured the contents of the first cauldron into the tub. A cloud of steam
rose immediately to the ceiling.

"Definitely too hot," he declared.

Then he added cold water using his hand to test to reach the optimum
temperature he sought.  Satisfied, he repeated the process with the second
cauldron.

In the meantime Jordan had begun to undress. The shoes and socks came off
first followed by his shirt.

Looking up Reverend Jacobs objected strenuously. "No, no Jordan. Let me do
that for you."

He rushed over, undid the final button and slipped the shirt off. He then
ran his hands all over Jordan's body from his neck to his pants line. It
reminded Jordan of the time he saw pa inspecting a horse before deciding
whether to buy him or not.

"Marvelous!" he muttered, "I knew you were going to be perfect."

The comments were flattering. Further Jordan was getting more excited by
the moment especially when the Reverend caressed his nipples. The Reverend
now attacked his pants in earnest. Jordan drew his breath in as far as he
could so the buttons would give. The erection down one leg was obvious
now. Reverend Jacobs sped up even more as if he couldn't wait to reveal the
treasure. He hooked a finger into each side of Jordan's pants. Well over
five inches of solid boy meat popped into view. An audible gasp escaped the
Reverend's lips.

"I'm sorry if my penis is......." Jordan started.

"Hush Jordan, hush. It's a thing of beauty! God hast wrought perfection
when he made you Jordan. You surely have absolutely nothing to be ashamed
of. For twelve years of age I have never seen such a wondrous piece of
machinery."

Jordan was taken aback with the lavish praise. A new rush of excitement
built in his loins. He felt himself become completely relaxed. He felt a
hand on his soft buttocks gently pushing him towards the water. He stepped
in and promptly sat down.

The Reverend Jacob kept up a constant banter combining biblical quotes,
practical washing tips and additional lavish praise as he reached each new
body part. He used a large sponge and copious amounts of soap. The surface
of the water disappeared beneath a layer of frothy white bubbles.

The bath was quite enjoyable and Jordan began to lay back and allow the
Reverend to travel where and however he wished. All of his fantasies
regarding the good Reverend were coming true! His skin assumed a soft
pinkish hue as the Reverend traveled downwards.

Reaching the water level Reverend Jacobs cried, "I feel the power of the
Lord in me Jordan. He is telling me to push on!"

How naive does he think I am, Jordan said to himself. Once beneath the
water the sponge seemingly vanished to be replaced by fingers
alone. Apparently only his cock and balls needed cleaning for everything
else including his legs were ignored.

"This is an important step Jordan. It's necessary to make absolutely sure
this part of you is spotless."

Fingers wrapped around his erection and slowly slid up and down. Then he
could feel his balls being gently kneaded before returning to his shaft
once more. Jordan let out a soft moan as a particularly sensitive part was
mauled.

Just relax," the Reverend whispered.

"Ohhh geez," Jordan replied.

"Are you enjoying your bath Jordan?"

Jordan opened his eyes, smiled broadly and peered up directly into those
deep blue eyes. "Oh yes Reverend. This is the best bath I have ever had!"

"Oh!" cried the Reverend Jacobs, "you sweet thing. You must surely be a
gift from God!"

Spurred on by Jordan's response the Reverend grasped Jordan's cock and
began to run the skin up and over the glans before bringing it back down
again.

"Oh Reverend," Jordan moaned, "Ohhhh."

"Oh you sweet boy. This is the very best way to make sure it's clean but
you need to stand up so you can see how I do it."

Jordan could now see the Reverend's fingers firmly wrapped around his
hardness. He watched fascinated as the fingers sped up. He knew he was
powerless to prevent that wonderful climax from overtaking him once
more. The Reverend supported him by holding his ass with his other hand. He
now felt a soapy finger of that hand press into the crevasse, find his
pucker hole, and gently push inside.

"Ohhh, be careful Reverend. If you keep that up I'm going to shoot for
sure."

"Dear dear Jordan," the Reverend soothed, "the good Lord made you the way
you are. If he wants you to shoot then go ahead. It's the Lord's way."

With that Jordan closed his eyes and allowed the feelings to overtake him.

"Ohhhh God," he groaned.

A string of ejaculate shot from his glans and struck the Reverend Jacobs
full in the face. The Reverend kept his face in the line of fire as two
more bursts followed. Jordan was momentarily aghast until he saw the
Reverend smiling and actually reaching with his tongue for some ejaculate
that was stuck to his chin.

"What sweet nectar!" the Reverend declared.

The Reverend Jacobs never did wash his legs. Instead he took a towel and
began to rub Jordan down. Within ten minutes Jordan had dressed, received a
goodnight kiss and was out the door.  The last thing Jordan did was to
thank the Reverend for a wonderful evening.

As Jordan led Cloud homeward his mind was full of the events of the
evening. He knew the memories would stay with him for a lifetime.

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