Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2018 10:28:45 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Our Cabin in the Woods - Part 7 *Our Cabin in the Woods -- Part 7* (My Best Friend, My Pastor and Me -- Part 1) Gay, boys, man, best friend, pastor This is a story about consensual sex between a young boy, his best friend, and their pastor. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * (A continuation of the story "My Pastor and Me" and its sequel, "Our Cabin in the Woods") After we had gotten back from our weekend at the cabin, Chris and I were closer than ever before. I went over to his house after school most days and, per my dad's instructions, we were only allowed to fool around after we finished our homework. His mom worked late so she was glad to hear that Chris had a friend to hang out with several days a week. After we finished our math homework one afternoon, he asked me something that had obviously been on his mind. "Have you been back to study with your pastor since last year?" "No, I haven't. Why do you ask?" "Well, I was interested in your religion and since I don't go to church, I was wondering if maybe I could go to church with you and your family sometime. I mean, I'll have to ask my mom, but she should be okay with it. If it's okay with you and your folks, that is." I hugged him and said, of course, it's okay! Mom and Dad and I would love to have you come with us. Then I can introduce you to Rev. Parris after the service. Sound good?" "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, dude. You're the best. Stay for dinner?" "I'll call my mom and ask." I stayed for dinner and got to know Chris's mom a little better. After dinner, I called my dad to pick me up and we had a chance to chat on the ride home. "So, Chris wants to come to church with us on Sunday. I already told him it was okay." Dad just chuckled and said, "It's fine. I'm glad to hear it actually. We all need God in our lives." "I knew you'd be okay with it. Thanks, Dad. You're the best," I told him as I kissed him on the cheek. He put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me to him. "You're a good friend to Chris. I'm glad he's the one you hang out with. You could do a lot worse." "Yeah, we mesh really well together. I'm just glad you're not jealous of him anymore." That made him laugh. "That was before I got to know him and you know that." "Yeah, the way I remember it, you got to know him pretty well that weekend at the cabin, didn't you?" I asked with a naughty grin. "Yeah, but you're still unbeatable in the sex department, son." "So are you, Dad, so are you." "And anytime you want to invite him to the cabin to spend another weekend with us, feel free," Dad remarked. "Thanks, Dad, you're the best!" "Thanks, son... you're pretty great yourself!" That made us both laugh. * The following Sunday, we picked Chris up on the way to church. Afterwards, as we were leaving, Chris and I stopped to talk to the good reverend. "Rev. Parris, this is my best friend, Chris. He might be interested in Bible study classes with you this summer," I said with a naughty grin on my face. The reverend reached out his hand to shake Chris's and he took it. "Is that so? Well, young man, would you be willing to sacrifice a week of your summer to study scripture with me like Steve did?" "I think so, Sir," Chris agreed readily. "I mean I'd have to clear it with my mom first." "Understandable." Then he looked at me and asked, "Would you be joining us, Steve?" "Oh yes, Sir... well, at least for the first session anyway. I'd want to make sure that Chris was comfortable learning new things before I left him on his own. You understand, don't you, Sir?" "Yes, of course, Steve, very sensible of you." "Great!" Chris remarked with enthusiasm, oblivious to the unspoken conversation the reverend and I were having at the same time as the spoken one. "I'll call you and set it up once school is out, okay reverend?" "That would be fine, Steve. As always, I look forward to hearing from you." I smiled and led Chris toward the car where my parents were waiting. * Chris and I talked about it and decided on the week after the week after school got out for his Bible study sessions with Rev. Parris. I called while I was over as Chris's so that he could be a part of the conversation. "Hello, Rev. Parris, it's Steve." "Well, hello! Glad to hear from you." "I have Chris here with me and we were hoping that the week after the week after school is out would be good for his Bible study sessions. Are you free?" "Let me look." There was a pause then he came back on and said, "Yes, I'm free that week in the afternoons. The church secretary is off in the afternoons, just like last summer, so we won't be disturbed. Does that work for Chris?" "Let me ask him. Chris are the afternoons okay with you? They only last an hour." "Oh yeah, that would be great. I've already asked my mom and she said it was okay. We can ride our bikes over, right?" "Yup, we sure can." Then to the Reverend, "We'll see you then." "I look forward to it, Steve. See you on Sunday." "See you on Sunday!" Then we both hung up. "We're all set," I announced. "Thanks for doing this, Steve. I really appreciate it," he said as he hugged me. "You're welcome. I'm sure we'll both get something out of it," I assured him as I thought, *I'm sure of it.* * The day for Chris's first Bible study session came and we rode our bicycles together to the church. As usual, the parking lot was empty except for one car, the pastor's, so we parked our bikes and walked in. I led him down the hall, then knocked on the door to the pastor's office. We heard, "Come in," from the other side, so I opened it and as always, the reverend was seated behind his desk. "Boys! Good to see you. Punctual as always, Steve, thank you. Have a seat." I saw that there were three chairs instead of two, so I took the one on the right leaving Chris the one on the left of the chair facing the other two. Gregory handed us each a Bible then sitting down, he opened his own and told us which passage to go to. Chris didn't have much experience with the good book, so first Rev. Parris showed him how to look for them, then the actual passage we would be discussing. We read and discussed one scripture and then moved onto another one after he was sure we understood the full meaning of the first. After about thirty minutes, he suggested we take a break. I started to get hard in anticipation of what was to come. I only wondered how the good reverend would handle the situation this time. "So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Chris." "Well, there's not much to tell. I live with my mom, my Dad left when I was little, and I never see him." "Really? I'm so sorry to hear that. You miss having a father around, don't you?" He asked as he put his hand on Chris's knee. *So now I see what he's doing, very clever.* "Yes, Sir, I do. Steve's dad has been great, but it's just not the same, you know?" "I do. Mothers are great, too, but they cannot take the place of a dad. Isn't that right, Steve." "That is so true... Gregory." Chris looked at me as if I'd grown a second head when I'd called the reverend by his first name. "Gregory? You call Rev. Parris, Gregory?" he asked me incredulously. Rev. Parris took over the conversation at that point. "Well Chris, Steve and I have a very special friendship and I've told him to call me Gregory when we're alone. Would you like to be able to call me Gregory as well?" *Good one, *I thought. "Of course! How do I become one of your special friends?" he asked. At that point I knew he had him hooked. All he had to do was reel him in. "Well, Steve, would you like to show Chris how he can become a special friend?" "It would be my pleasure, Gregory." I stood, went to the door, locked it then began undressing. Chris stared at me again as if he couldn't believe what was happening. Once I was naked, Rev. Parris started undressing too. Chris watched as he took off his shoes, then his shirt, revealing his smooth, slightly muscular chest. Then he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, stepped out of them and them pulled down his underwear and stepped out of them also. He stood there in front of Chris with his huge cock sticking straight out and Chris's jaw dropped. "Holy shit... you're bigger than..." he started but I interrupted him so that he wouldn't reveal our secret. "You could have possibly imagined, right Chris?" He looked at me and then nodded his head. "Yes, that's it exactly." he added. "You're just so big, the biggest I've ever seen!" "Thank you, Chris. It's a gift from God. Would you like to touch it?" "Oh, yes, Sir!" he admitted, excitedly. "Then why don't you join us in our natural state first?" Chris stripped in record time and was proudly displaying his God given gift for the reverend and I to enjoy. "My, my, you are indeed... gifted." I looked at Chris and he was beaming. It was just the thing he had needed to hear. "Go ahead, son." He was a bit hesitant at first, then getting a little bolder, he took a few steps forward, reached out and took it in his hand. I could tell from the look on his face that it was more meat than Chris had ever dreamed of holding. He stroked it slowly at first and then a little faster, speeding up more and more as Gregory moaned his assent. I knew it was time for me to step in, so I sidled up to the older man, touching his body with my own. He took my chin in his hand and drew my lips to his. Kissing me passionately, he reached out and took my own hard cock in his hand and started stroking it. I reached over with my free hand, took Chris's and started jacking him too. I felt rather than saw Chris get down on his knees. I looked as he took Gregory's huge monster in his mouth and began sucking it. Then he did something I hadn't expected, he took his lips off Gregory's cock and wrapped them around mine. He went back and forth between the two of us until Gregory was ready to come, then he took it all the way down and sucked every last bit of cum from way down deep in his balls. I held out a bit longer then he put his mouth back on mine as I shot my load. When he had sucked me dry he came up, cum dripping from the corners of his mouth down onto his chest. Gregory licked one side and I the other. Once he was cum-free, I looked down and noticed that he'd come all over his hand, so I went down and sucked it off his cock and hand, then came back up to share it with both of them. Gregory hugged us to him and said, "Chris, as one of only two very special friends, you may now call me Gregory when we're alone." "Gee thanks, Gregory!" "Well, we're out of time for today. Better get dressed." We all proceeded to put our clothes back on and once we were dressed, he hugged and kissed each of us in turn. "See you tomorrow, Chris?" "I can't wait!" "Take that Bible there and read those passages over again and if you have any questions we'll discuss them tomorrow, alright?" "You betcha!" On the ride back home, Steve couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "Did that really just happen, Steve?!" "Yeah, it did." "What do you think we'll do tomorrow?" he asked. "I don't know, but whatever he has planned for you, I'm sure you'll love it!" "I'm sure I will too. Sure you can't come with me?" "No, Dad left me some projects I have to start this week. I'll see if I can come with you on Friday though, okay?" "Yeah, that would be great!" At the usual point in our neighborhood, we went in different directions. He called me each afternoon though and told me just what he had learned from the good reverend that day. I wasn't jealous though. I was glad that Chris had a father figure in his life and I was sure Gregory was going to turn out to be the best thing that had ever happened to my best friend. (to be continued)