Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2012 16:50:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Hall <beginswithaletter@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Youth Minister (adult/youth section)

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The Youth Minister.....

Growing up in the south in a small town in the 60's there was not much a
boy could do but follow what was expected of you, unless you wanted to be
the town outcast or worse. So when I was growing up I did the usual things
that you were "supposed" to do, at least to a point.

I knew from an early age that I did not fit in, not completely. I liked
some things that were "normal", but then I had a lot of thoughts that would
certainly not have been acceptable as normal when I was 14 years old.

I guess I had some thoughts that other 14 year old boys had. I know that I
had found a couple of guys in high school who were a little more than
interested in feeling another boy's stuff. But at that point sucking and
jerking another guy off was about the most activity that happened; at least
in my world.

My father was one of those WWII veterans who was the head of the family. We
ate what he wanted, we went where he wanted, we watched the TV shows he
wanted. And my poor mother was not much more than a maid and cook for
him. I was scared to death of him and would do anything I could to keep
from even being noticed by him. SO! I did what you were supposed to do.

As a part of that I dated girls, I could have cared less. But that was a
way to be normal. When I was 17 I was dating a girl who was from a very
religious family. And in order to "fit in" I went to her church with her.

We were in the "headquarters city" of this church. And I would have to say
for the most part the people in the church as a whole were good and loving
people. So it was not as bad as it could have been.

At 17 I had moved out of my parent's house and I was living in an apartment
with another guy whose parents had moved out of state and he was going to
finish high school in the town where he had started. We got along fine, he
was very straight and as long as I didn't say anything that I really
thought I was fine. He lived his life and I mine.

So at the church I attended with my girlfriend, I had met a lot of the
church officials. Some for local congregations and some for national
positions. One of the men that I had met was a friend of my girlfriends
parents and he was the National youth minister. So he was in tune with all
the young people throughout the church. He was actually more than "in tune"
though.

One evening he came to my apartment fairly late in the evening and said
that he and his wife had been on vacation and he had found something stuck
under the mattress of one of the hotels that they had stayed in that he
thought I might find interesting. Before he showed me what he brought he
was very clear in not condoning what he had to show me but there was a
likeness of one of the people in the publication that was almost exact to
my girlfriend. At that point I really didn't think anything about it
because I did not know Jerald that well.

He went back to his car and came back with a couple of magazines that were
pure and simple porn. Why he thought he needed both since the picture was
just in one was not even a thought to me then either.

So we sat down on a sofa and he was explaining to me how he had found these
and went to throw them away and then thought he should not put them in the
garbage because some poor unfortunate child might find this very
objectionable material and that would be awful. Hey it could happen!!!!
Again my poor unsuspecting brain had not registered how crazy this story
was turning out to be.

As we sat and he thumbed through the magazines with page after page of
fucking and sucking and everything else you can imagine looking for this
picture; I was mesmerized at each page. And of course we had to really look
at each page so that we wouldn't miss this very striking image that he had
found. Eventually after we had looked at each page in each book he realized
that the picture must have been in something else he had looked at. Again,
I was "oh okay'!

He decided to go put the magazines back in the hiding place in his big
luxury car, standing up with an obvious expansion in his pants. Finally I
was getting the picture. He asked if I wanted to ride with him to get a
coke and I said sure.

It must have been 11pm by this time and we left to get the drinks, after
that he asked if I wanted to just ride around, I was never in a hurry to go
to bed so I was all for that.

As we drove around the conversation seemed to always go to some sexual
scenario that he would have something funny to refer to. I remember he
liked to refer to jerking off as "pulling your pud".There was lots of talk
about pulling your pud. After we had been out for some time, he commented
that he had to go to the bathroom.

At that time I was working for a company that sold cleaning goods and I
would deliver orders for the company in the afternoons and weekends. I had
a key to the building and I knew no one would be there. Jerald had thought
about that too. So he asked if I had a key to the building that we just
happened to be near when he suddenly had to pee. I said yes and almost
miraculously we were there.

We went in and I locked the door behind me. When we got to the back of the
building where the bathroom was he was in full conversation and did not
slow down as he stood in front of the toilet and pulled out about the
biggest cock I had seen in my 17 years of life. When he was peeing it
sounded like a garden hose in a bucket. I was spellbound. I could not take
my eyes off of that big piece of meat.

When he finished and had taken full advantage of me as his audience,
shaking it more than enough, he walked out of the bathroom with it hanging
there in all its glory.

At that time my dick was pushing hard against the shorts I had on, and not
that I am so well endowed, but it was hard to miss.

We were in an office area outside the bathroom and there was a small sofa
and a couple of chairs. I remember it was dark in the room except for a
pretty bright street light from outside a high window. Enough light that
there was no mistaking what I was seeing, but enough to ad some mystery to
the whole thing.

At this point all conversation had stopped and the tension was as thick as
steak sauce. I was standing there staring at this monster and he was
casually caressing it so that it would be all it could be.

By this time he was right in front of me, without a word, he reached over
to my shoulder and easily pushed me down to the floor in front of
him. After that all was a blur. I remember opening my mouth and trying to
get the head of that monster in my mouth. I might as well have been trying
to swallow a grapefruit. It was huge. I managed to get the big head in my
mouth and suck as much as I could, but my grade would have been failing on
that attempt.

Seeing that this was going nowhere Jerald got on his knees that pulled me
up against his chest while running his hand down the front of my
shorts. Why I didn't cum at that moment is unknown to me. I could not have
been more turned on with a battery connected to my ass.

From then on he was in control, he laid me back on the carpet and I felt
like a rag, as he lifted me up to slide my cock in his mouth, I can't
remember unzipping or for that matter if I even still had my shorts on. But
I remember thinking that I thought he was going to suck my cock off of my
body. I am surprised I didn't pass out from lack of blood in my brain, it
had to all be in my dick. In what probably was not long I was pumping my
young cum into his mouth, he was swallowing every drop. I think you could
have rolled me up like a rubber mat, I was weak as a mouse.

After a couple minutes I realized that we were in the floor and he was
lying next to me still hard as a rock. I sat up on my elbow and started to
rub his big cock, it was slick and wet from where I had been sucking on the
head, so it was easy to pull up and down. He did not say a word and I was
all about getting him off. I got up and straddled his face, his idea, and
while he was licking my ass I was giving his cock all the attention I could
muster.

In a few minutes he started to groan and I felt his cock grow in my hand as
he gushed cum out in great squirts up in the air and down on the carpet and
me and him. It was like the water show at the Bellagio in Vegas, and just
as much fun to watch.

Almost as fast as it started it was over. He was up trying to clean up the
cum and I was trying to figure out what I had just been through. Little did
I know, that was not going to be the only performance I would be involved
in with the youth minister.