Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2019 00:48:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Born to Serve, Chapter 1

Archive: "Born to Serve, Chapter 1" {Rob} (MB oral)

A number of my readers have asked if I have any other stories on Nifty
besides "The Fireman's Son". Unfortunately, I have had to tell them
no. However, in one of the chapters I am working on I introduced a new
character, Kevin Jones. In the course of writing about Kevin and Steve I
ended up writing an episode about Kevin's desires that I decided was too
bizarre (even though there have been some brief bizarre – some of which
I have regretted – passages in the chronicles of Steve Andrews) to be
included in the Steve's story. So I decided to see if I could develop that
narrative into a separate story. This is not the episode that I deemed too
bizarre for Fireman's Son, but an introductive narrative that I just
wrote. Some of this story will be similar, in altered form to that in
Fireman's Son. Confusing enough? I would like very much to hear any
comments, good or bad, about this story. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.

The story is copyrighted by me in 2019 as the owner of it and all legal
rights pertaining to it.

(1) If you are not of legal age where you live, do not read this story!

(2) Since this is an entirely fictional story, a fantasy if you will, where
all the sex is bareback and the main character is in some potentially risky
situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational sex with
multiple partners. In real life, BE CAREFUL and BE PROTECTED and DON'T DO
ANYTHING YOU DON'T WANT TO DO.

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Born to Serve
Chapter One

       Kevin Jones had grown up in a small town in the Bible Belt. He was
like all the other boys he knew. They had gone to church together, been Cub
Scouts and Boy Scouts, played Little League football and baseball at the
YMCA. Kevin was good at baseball, but as he grew, he and his parents
realized he wasn't going to be big enough the play football. In Junior
High, he started running track. By the time he got to high school, he was
good enough the make both the track and baseball teams. He had run track
and played baseball and been one of the leaders of both teams and pride of
his coaches the entire four years of high school.
	When he went up the State University he was an almost innocent,
green freshman. He, advised by his high school coaches, decided to try out
for the track team since that seemed to be his best sport.
	Although he had always known that he liked seeing his schoolmates
naked in the locker room, watching as they all grew from little, hairless
boys to young men with hairy cocks and balls swinging between their strong
legs, nothing ever came of this interest, except once. Even after that
experience, he didn't even know what it really meant.

	Once, between his junior and senior years, at a big church camp
with a group of teens from his church, he had accidentally walked into the
bathroom of the old dormitory building where they were staying and seen the
youth pastor, his name was Mike and all the kids called him Pastor Mike,
basically splayed out in the big old-fashioned claw-footed bathtub. The
pastor was a thirty-five year old, good looking married man. His wife was
on the trip with them. They both worked with the youths and were very
well-liked in the church. Kevin was stunned at the sight of his naked youth
pastor lying there in the tub. The water was slightly soapy, but could
clearly be seen through. The man's body, from his chest all the way down to
his feet was covered with short curls of dark hair and floating out of a
dark patch at his crotch was his soft dick. It was probably about six
inches long, but to Kevin, it looked enormous. Kevin quickly started to
back out of the room saying something like, "I'm sorry. I didn't know..."
	"Wait, Kevin. That's okay, we're just two guys. I'm sure you've
seen plenty of naked guys in the locker room and showers and I've been in
the same situation in high school and college. Come in and close the
door. I want to ask a favor of you," Pastor Mike said as he pulled up to
sit in to tub.
	Kevin did as he was asked; at the same time watching fascinated the
water roll off the hairy torso and flatten the dark curls against the body
of the man he looked up to as his pastor. When Pastor Mike was sitting up
in the tub, the water came up just to his waist putting the dark patch of
pubic hair right below the level of the top and the man's flaccid dick
floating on the water. Kevin couldn't take his eyes away from the somehow
exciting sight. He was so focused on it; he wasn't really hearing what was
being said to him.
	"Hey, Mike, what's going on? You've tuned out..."
	"Sorry, Pastor Mike, I don't know, my brain just seemed to go
somewhere else. What were you saying?" the boy asked as he forced himself
to look away from the sight of the dick that seemed like it was getting
bigger and look at his pastor's face. At the same time he was aware that
his own dick was chubbing up a little in his shorts.
	"I was saying that Mary and I were wanting to go down to the
village this evening, maybe spend the night at the inn for a little alone
time.... I know you're not the oldest in the group, but we think you're the
most mature. We thought we'd ask you to sort of watch over things... I know
I can count on you...not to let on that we're AWOL so to speak...." While
he was talking, he was aware of Kevin's focus moving back and forth from
his face to his crotch.
	Mike Stewart was serious about his vocation as a pastor. He and his
wife, Mary, had a good, active sex life, but Mike had enjoyed having his
cock sucked during his days in college and Mary didn't like to do it. In
fact she wouldn't.
	As he noticed Kevin's interest in his cock, he realized he was
getting a hardon. He glanced to the side and noticed that there was a
prominent bulge in the boy's shorts. He'd never heard anything about Kevin
being different from the other boys, but he was clearly interested in
Mike's growing cock. Taking a chance, the man casually reached down to his
crotch and ran his hand under his dick, raising it up slightly out of the
water. Hearing a soft gasp from the boy, he took a deep breath and decided
to take a chance.
	"Would you like to feel it, Kevin?" he asked softly as he held the
now hard cock out of the soapy water. There was no immediate response from
the boy. He just stared silently. Mike could hear his breathing was
irregular and saw him open his mouth slightly and lick his lips with his
tongue. "It's okay, Kevin. It's just us guys. It's normal to want to see
other's guys' dicks, to compare them with your own. I'm sure you've seen
your classmates, your teammates in the showers. Have you ever seen a man's
cock, ever seen your dad's cock?"
	"No," came the barely spoken reply.
	By now Mike's cock was fully hard, expanding from six to eight
inches and standing up from the pastor's clenched hand. Mike was proud of
his big cock. He'd been a jock in high school and college, having his
choice of girls who were willing to spread their legs for his big cock, and
those who wouldn't let him fuck them were willing to satisfy the
good-looking stud with their mouths. There also had been quite a few
gay-boys he'd run across in college and even in seminary who had been
hungry to suck on his thick rod and get him off down their throats.
	"Have you ever seen a hard cock, Kevin?"
	"Sometimes. Some of the guys throw boners in the showers, but
everybody just ignores them."
	"Do you ignore then, Kevin? Have you ever seen one this big?"
	"No."
	"No, you don't ignore them or no, you've never seen one this big?"
	"NO, I like to look at them, and no, I've never seen one as big as
yours."
	"Come on then, Kevin. I know you want to feel it. It's all soapy
and slick. It feels good. Guys help each other out all the time. I'd really
like it if you'd help me out, Kevin," Mike said as he ran his hand up and
down the thick pole. The boy leaned over the edge of the tub and reached
down to place his hand around the hard cock. Mike dropped his head back and
closed his eyes. "Oh yeah! That feels real good, Kevin. Your hand feels
really good wrapped around my dick. Stroke it! Run your hand up and down."
	The boy did as he was told. He knew about jacking off. He had been
doing himself since junior high school. He knew how good it felt to have
his hand going up and down his hard dick, especially when it was soapy like
Pastor Mike's. He jacked off a lot in the shower.
	"Oh, Kevin! You're making me feel so good!" the man moaned really
getting into having the boy jack his cock. Totally relaxed he was given up
completely to the pleasure of having the young jock's hand pleasuring
him. It gave him sort of a rush! `This is crazy! It wasn't smart! I
shouldn't be doing this! It's dangerous!' As he mulled over these facts, he
thought, `He's gone this far. I've got to get him in deeper. I've got to
get him so he won't ever say anything to anybody about this.' "Kevin,
that's so good. You know what would feel even better?"
	"No. What," the boy replied; looking up from the cock he was
masturbating to the man who had raised his head so they were staring eye to
eye. Staring hard at the boy, Mike said in an authoritative voice, the
voice he used with the kids when he was making a point or telling them what
to do, "It would feel really good if you would put your mouth around the
head and suck on it while you lick it with your tongue. I've had guys do
that to me and it really feels great. You'll do that for me won't you,
buddy?"
	"I don't know. I've never heard of doing that. Won't that be wrong?
Isn't this all a sin?"
	"A sin? You know the Bible says God doesn't want man to be
alone. That means he wants men to help one another to take care of their
needs. A man needs what you're doing for me. It's not a sin just to help a
friend out. We're friends, aren't we?"
	"I hope so. I like you a lot, Pastor Mike."
	"Well, you can do this for me. Help me out. Just suck the top of my
dick while you rub it like you've been doing so good." As he said this,
Mike moved his arm over the edge of the tub and let his hand fall onto the
bulge in Kevin's shorts. "Feels like you've got a nice hardon in those
shorts. Why don't you drop them and rub your dick while you're sucking
mine. Make us both feel good!"
	Horny teenager that he was, Kevin's desire to jack himself off
overcame any inhibitions he had about doing what Mike was asking him to
do. He leaned over the edge of the tub and put his mouth over the top of
the hard cock and closed his lips around the shaft just below the flange of
the corunna. As he started sucking on the big knob, he also began to lick
up and around it. It was smooth and warm on his soft tongue. As he licked
and sucked he could discern a slight taste of soap, but the overpowering
taste was something else, something salty, nutty, he didn't know what. He
could feel something slick against his tongue each time he moved it across
the top. He knew his own dick well enough to know it was coming out of the
slit at the end. He knew it was the pisshole, but it was also the hole his
cum shot out of when he jacked himself off. He had tasted his cum, and this
wasn't the taste of cum, at least not his. Maybe different guys' cum tasted
different. Then he remembered the slick stuff that came out when he first
started jacking that eventually slicked his whole cock up when he was
dry-jacking in bed. Yeah! He had heard it called pre-cum. That's what he
was tasting coming out of Pastor Mike's cock-hole. In fact, he could feel
his own cock getting slippery as he jacked on it down at the side of the
tub.
	"Oh yeah, Kevin. You're really doing a good job. It feels so good!
Keep sucking. Take a little more in your mouth. Suck a little more of my
cock." Kevin felt Mike's hand rest on the back of his head, then felt a
slight pressure. He allowed it to push him down taking more of the hard
cock in. The skin over the hard shaft felt good on his lips as they slid
down. The pressure of the hand eased up and he pulled his head back so he
had only the glans in his mouth once again. Then there was the pressure
again. Soon he was going up and down in a rhythm, going down a little more
each time until he felt the round bulb at the back of his throat. He gagged
slightly and the pressure was lifted. "That's far enough! That's all you
can take the first time! You'll learn to take more, but not with me, I
don't think. Just keep going up and down, not too far. It won't take much
more! How're you coming? Your dick feeling good?"
	Kevin, who felt like he was about to come, raised up and looked at
Mike. "How about you? You gonna come? Are you gonna come in my mouth?"
	"Do you want me to?"
	"I don't know. Do you want to?"
	"Yeah! It feels great to come in a hot sucking mouth. But I won't
if you don't want me to. You don't have to swallow."
	Looking at the man he had admired so long as his pastor, the man
who had led him down this path he had never imagined, Kevin said,
"Yeah. Okay, you can do it," as he took the big cock back into his mouth
and started sucking.
	"Good boy! I'll tell you when I'm about to shoot so you can be
ready for it and try to shoot your load at the same time if you can. It'll
make it even better for you." A few more minutes and Mike said in a low
voice, "I'm coming! Get ready for my load! It's gonna be a big one!"
	Kevin, pumping away on his own cock as he continued to suck and
fuck his mouth on Mike's could feel his orgasm begin. He knew he was about
to come! Oh yes! He could feel his cum shooting up through his dick and the
first spurt shot out and hit the side of the tub just as he felt the first
of Mike's cum flood his mouth. He thought about what Mike had said, that he
didn't have to swallow. But his mouth filled so fast that he had to either
swallow or let all the cum run out into the water. It tasted so good in his
mouth! His mouth was full of Pastor Mike's cum! The thought of having his
pastor's load in his mouth excited him more than what he felt down at his
own cock that was covering the side of the tub with his teen spunk. He
swallowed the first mouthful and was immediately filled up again. He
swallowed again, and again. Finally the hard cock in his mouth stopped
shooting and he could feel it begin to soften. He sucked harder and harder
taking all the soft cock into his mouth until he felt the soft crown push
at the back and then slide into his throat.
	As they came down from their highs, Pastor Mike said, "You better
get out of here. Remember, this is just between us guys. You've really made
me feel good and gotten me all warmed up for my night with Mary. Thanks,
buddy."
	All was quiet during the evening and night. Kevin watched over the
others and even the older boys accepted the fact that Pastor Mike had left
him in charge. When the pastor and his wife came back the next morning all
was well. The planned activities continued and it was as if nothing had
occurred between the leader of the group and one of its members. They
returned from the two weeks at the camp and everything got back to
normal. School started, Kevin's senior year. Practice for track and
baseball began. He continued his activities at his church. He and Pastor
Mike worked together on some projects. No allusion was made be either of
them to what had occurred in the bathroom in that old dormitory building at
the church camp.

	Kevin had always been popular with his male schoolmates and, thanks
to his good looks and athletic prowess; the girls had always sought his
attention as they were growing up together. Kevin, along with all his
buddies, had dated and gone in for light petting, but because of the moral
climate in his hometown there wasn't any real sex expected of him and he,
like most of his friends, went away to college still a virgin with respect
to girls. Unlike his friends, Kevin did have that one unforgettable
experience as a cocksucker.