Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 23:58:24 -0500 (CDT) From: Stew Subject: Cross Country Adventures of Jon - Part 15 I was staying at a hotel in Minneapolis, waiting in the lobby for the arrival of my take out food. A gentleman of about 30 was nonchalantly browsing through pamphlets while also periodically making clear cut glances in my direction. I made a note that the man was slim, and his black t-shirt outlined a broad chest. What stuck out the most was his red, short, wavy styled hair and blue eyes. He smiled at me and revealed the whitest set of choppers I had ever seen. My loins ached as I considered the idea of following this guy back to his room for a little bump and grind. Just then, my food arrived. I paid the delivery man, gave the red haired man a wink and strolled down the hallway to my room. The eggs rolls and chicken fried rice was delicious and filled me up. I cracked open my fortune cookie and read the words written on the small piece of paper. The message stated "You will meet a new love". I grinned as I thought of the red haired man in the lobby and what could have been. I grabbed my can of Pepsi and noted that it was nearly empty. I swallowed the last few drops of soda and threw away the tiny square cardboard boxes into the trash container. My thirst was still apparent, and I decided to buy another can of Pespi. I headed towards the lobby, totally convinced that the red haired man would be gone. I reached the soda dispenser and inserted my money. Pushing the button with the red, white and blue Pespi logo resulted in the release of a cold can of cola. I grabbed my purchase and turned around. "Whoa, there" a voice called out as I collided with the red haired man. My free hand accidently landed on the mound protruding from the stranger's trousers. "What's your hurry, young man" the stranger asked then thrust his hips forward, causing my hand to again press against his tent. "Sorry, I didn't hear your approach" I answered. "Don't worry about it. stud. The name's Tom Fox." the stranger smiled, almost blinding me with his flashy bright teeth. "Jon, Jon Parker" I said, raising one eyebrow with interest. "It's a great pleasure to meet you, Jon. I saw you in the lobby earlier and I was hoping to run into you again" Tom spoke with confidence. "Really, why is that, Mr. What a Fox" I joked. "I believe it was fate that brought us both to this vending machine, care to join me in my room for some "conversation" Tom replied. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea, Mr. Fox" I replied seriously. I saw Tom's smile disappear into a frown. "I think it would be better if we went to my room instead." I continued, followed by a playful wink. Once inside my abode, we sat on the bed and I innocently began to slowly slid my hand to Tom's bulging crotch. "Yeaaah, Jon. I've been hard for you the minute I laid eyes on your incredibly pretty face and hot body. Tom proclaimed as I began to unzip his trousers. "That's it's stud, you know where the the good stuff is." I reached into the opening and pulled out a hard 7 inch cock, I gasped at the pure beauty of it. "It's all yours, Jon. I have faith that you will know exactly what to do next." Tom commented continually. I licked the mushroom head and tasted Tom's precum, then I used my flexible tongue to lap the sides of this juicy pole. "Youv'e got a snake tongue, Jon. "Oh god, dam that feels soooo good" Tom announced as I slid my lips around his throbbing cock and engulfed his shaft til my nose pressed against his pants. I sucked hard on perfectly pulsating meat, while Tom slipped off his shirt. "Wow, Jon. Your sucking the cum right out of my testicles. I figured you would be a blowjob to remember." I got on my knees and basically ripped Tom's pants off, sucking this immaculate ginger cock was making my libido spiral out of control. Once I had Tom naked, I spread his legs and inhaled his enticing boner. With all my experience, I was able to feast on all 7 inches of Tom's salami, while he whimpered in delight. "Jon, my young buck. Your throat is on fire man and my cock is burning from the intense heat." As I slurped on thick piece of manhood, Tom grabs my head to intensify the action. My own cock was painfully trying to break out of my jeans, I had to pause the action just long enough to remove my clothes. "Awesome! Jon. Your everything I imagined you were. A pumped body and gigantic dick. I want you to fuck me, Jon. Fuck me with your big monster cock." Tom lay on his back on the bed, and I lift his legs in the air and spread them wide. I notice that Tom has tiny red hairs covering his ass and surrounding his pouch. My heart skidded a beat, my sex drive exploded as I drove my dripping lovestick into Tom's hairy back door. "Christ, o' mighty." cried Tom. I shoved my spire all the way into Tom's channel, thrusting in and out with urgency and determination. " That right, Jon. Fuck my hole" Tom requsted. My heavy balls slammed against a hairy ass every time I penetrated Tom's ginger hole. "Yeah, Jon. Go for it, work it hard. Give me all you got." Tom begged me. I bent Tom's legs towards his body and I raised his ass high into the air. I readjusted my position to accommodate the new angle, similar to doing push ups. "Oh Man, you are so hot Jon, You own my hole." Tom continued. Eventually we both laid on our sides and I fucked Tom from behind. This is a very convienent position because it allowed me access to all of Tom's desireable fleshy areas. "Fuck me all night, Jon. That's what I want". Tom suggested. Neadless to say, I screwed this beautiful red head in every way imaginable while Tom orally egged me on the whole time. We were both standing on the bed, Tom was leaning over and holding onto the head board with his hands. I gripped Tom's hips and pummeled his abused anus. The sweat was dripping off of our naked skin. I continued to plug Tom's crack until I finally purged my semen into his ass. "Holy Jesus, Jon. That was great." Tom swore. The roles were reversed and Tom plowed his ready willing and able dick into my eager bunghole. It didn't take long for Tom erupt a major explosion of cum into my tunnel. As we lay on the bed in a naked heap, Tom told me he was from Sioux Falls, South Dakota visiting the Twin Cities to attend a lecture on Theology. "Are you interested in religion?" I asked Tom. "Very much so, Jon. In fact, you could call me Father Tom." "Your a priest" I inquired. Father Tom enlightened me about his past. When Tom was a boy, he wanted to be a dentist, til he contracted a virus that left him hospitalized for several months. During which time, he spoke often to God and Tom was told in no uncertain terms what was expected of him. Many people tried to convince Tom that these were delusions from his illness, but Tom would tell you otherwise. His church in Sioux Falls, was his first assignment and he has been there for the last ten years. Every Sunday during sermon, Tom found his "calling" for the male gender. The men in his congregation, were attractive and he soon discovered that many of them were attracted to their clergyman. He learned this information from the many sins conveyed to him during confession. Once he discovered who the man was, Tom used his clerical influence to initiate a private sexual encounter. Tom now has a dozen or so men from his flock who will not hestiate to engage in intercourse with Father Tom. In the lobby, Tom was seduced by my sexual magnetism, giving him an instant hard on. I then mentioned to Father Tom that, had he been wearing his collar, I would have instantly thrown away my ordered food and dragged him to my room. I confessed to him about my attraction to hot looking men of the cloth. Tom admitted that he did not bring his working clothes with him, then suggested I accompany him back to South Dakota. Tom was pining for me to meet some of his overy horny church members. Father Tom wanted to keep his pleasures simple and uncomplicated and therefore, kept all of his encounters secret and individualistic. In other words, none of the men in his church that Tom had sex with knew about the others. Now he wanted me to join his covert assembly. At first I was a little leary until Father Tom told me about a younger man in his church who was much like me, very well endowed and extremely delicious. How could I resist. After another round of naked fun, we ultimately fell asleep and the next day I found myself a passenger in Father Tom's car, traveling on highway 169 to Sioux Falls. Anxiously waiting for part two of this sacramental cross country adventure.