Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2018 11:16:00 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: My Pastor and Me ? Part 1 *My Pastor and Me -- Part 1* Gay, boy, man, pastor This is a story about consensual sex between a young boy and his pastor, two young boys, and a boy and his father. 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 * * * * When I was a boy, I had the opportunity to attend church camp with my family. It was held over the course of a week at a place in the mountains, but it was more like a retreat than any camping trip I'd ever been on. There were houses that a family or two could stay in while attending. When we weren't in class or in church, we were free to go hiking or swimming. It was a wonderful place and I have fond memories of my time there. On the closing night of the retreat, as we were gathered together for the final service, we were singing the final hymn, Just As I Am, and I started crying. I suddenly felt compelled to answer the altar call. I walked to the front and accepted Jesus into my heart as my Lord and Savior. My parents and my pastor met me up front after the service concluded, then we all went into the back with the others who had also answered the call. The retreat pastor that weekend told us what we could expect in the coming weeks as we thought long and hard about and prepared for our upcoming baptisms back at our home churches. Then he prayed with us and we all went back to our houses. My parents, family and friends were happy for me and I knew my life was going to be different after that night. Once we got back home, I started spending an hour each afternoon with my pastor studying the Bible, preparing me for baptism. I think the time needed for each soul that he was pastoring varied. We met for several weeks before he determined that I was ready. I told him that I had always been afraid of the water, so he walked me through what it would be like before it actually happened the following Sunday. We went up one set of steps and then down another and into the large tank that held the water. He led me out onto the cinderblocks at the bottom, holding my hand the whole time. Then he lowered me into what would be the water, telling me to pinch my nose as he held me then brought me back up. "It's as simple as that," he told me. I smiled and asked, "Are you sure?" He smiled back and said, "Yes, you trust me, don't you?" And at that moment I did, so I nodded. Sunday arrived and when the time came, even though the tank was filled with water, I did as we'd rehearsed, and everything went just fine. Soaked, we went across the hall and he immediately started changing out of his clothes, so I followed suit. I tried not to watch, but I had only seen my dad naked before, so I couldn't help it. He took off all his clothes then dried himself off with a towel. I did the same as I watched his thick cock and low hanging balls sway back and forth while he toweled himself off. I dried myself quickly and then got dressed in the dry clothes I'd left in there earlier. He did the same as soon as he was dry. Once we were both put back together, we left the restroom and went back into the sanctuary to a round of applause. I was embarrassed and blushed while he patted me on the shoulder and motioned for me to go back and sit with my family while the choir finished one of the hymns they had been singing while we were gone. After the service was over, we all went to the fellowship hall for a party. A lot of people came up and congratulated me, my pastor among them. "You did great today, Steven, and I was wondering if you would you like to continue our Bible study sessions until school starts back up the week after next?" "Really?! I would like that very much, thank you!" "Great. I'll talk to your folks and arrange everything." "Thanks, Rev. Parris." After we had finished cleaning up the hall and we were getting ready to leave, Rev. Parris came up to me and told me that everything was all set for the next day. I thanked him and I told him I'd be back for our study session the following day. I was excited as I rode my bike to the church the next afternoon. I noticed only one car in the lot when there were usually two. I didn't give it anymore thought though as I parked my bike by the back door and walked through the church to the pastor's office. I knocked and heard a "Come in!" from the other side. I opened the door and found Rev. Parris sitting behind his desk. "Good afternoon, Rev. Parris." "And to you, Steven. Come in and have a seat," he said as he stood and came around to the other side of the desk. I sat down in one of the chairs and he sat down in the one next to it. He told me where to open my Bible and then he opened his to the same page and scooted his chair closer to mine. We studied for a while, but then he suggested we take a break and just talk. "So, I noticed when we were in the men's room yesterday that you couldn't help but look at me while I was nude." I was mortified that I'd been caught, so I was speechless. "It's alright, Stevie. As a young man, you would naturally be curious about other men's bodies." I found my voice after he said that and commented, "I'm sorry for looking, it's just that... well..." "What, Stevie, you can tell me anything." I relaxed and said, "It's just that I've seen my dad naked and well..." "Yes, Stevie?" "Well, you're so much bigger than him, that's all." He patted my knee and said, "Why thank you for the compliment, Stevie. I have a question for you... have you ever touched another man or boy's penis?" I was silent because I couldn't answer that question. If I did he'd know I was a pervert, a sinner. "Let me ask another one then, have you ever wanted to touch another man or boy's penis?" "Oh, no, Sir!" I insisted, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell that I was lying. I had actually touched my best friend, Chris's, dick before and he'd touched mine. "You know it's okay, son," he assured me as he moved his hand from my knee to my thigh. "It is, Sir?" I asked, shocked at this new information. "Of course. As I said before, as a young man you're naturally curious to find out about things like that. You said before that you've seen your father's penis, has he ever let you touch it?" "No, Sir." I answered then curious, I asked. "Should a son be able to touch his dad's penis, Sir?" "Well, the answer to that is complicated. You see some men may have touched their father's penises while others probably haven't. Would it make you feel better to know that my father let me touch his when I was about your age?" "He did, Sir?!" I asked, shocked. "Oh yes, you see I was curious like you are now. I wanted to know what it felt like, so I asked, and he let me." He moved his hand a little further up my thigh after he said that. "Wow!" was all I could say to that. "Now, should you ask your father if you can touch his? That all depends on how close the two of you are. Do you think you two have a close enough relationship that you could ask him such a question?" I thought about it and had to answer, "I'm not sure, Sir, I mean I think we are. I love my dad, Sir, but he's a little old fashioned... not like you!" "I'll take that as a compliment." He moved his hand further up my thigh, almost to my crotch. I was hard at this point and there was no hiding it, but if he noticed, he didn't seem to mind. "If I said it was alright, would you want to touch mine?" "Could I, Sir? I mean are you sure it would be alright?" "Of course, Stevie, I wouldn't have offered if it weren't," he insisted as he moved his hand to cover my hardon and started rubbing it. "That's quite a bulge you have there, young man. Would you like to take it out and show it to me?" I looked down at his hand covering my bulge and decided to show him since he'd asked to see it. Then a thought occurred to me. "Could I see yours too, Sir?" "Of course, son." He stood, went to the door and locked it then returned to stand in front of me. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants then pulled the zipper down. "Now you, son." I stood and quickly shucked my shorts and underwear. I stood before him with them around my ankles, my young cock standing straight up. "Impressive!" He told me. "Thanks. Now you... please?" He pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles then stood and lifted his shirttail. That's when I got my first look at his fully engorged cock. It was long and thick and circumcised. The head was perfection and even though I never had done it before, I wanted nothing more than to kiss it, lick it, take as much of it as I could in my mouth and suck on it. "Would you like to touch it, son?" I nodded enthusiastically then reached out and tentatively wrapped my hand around it. It was warm and hard, and a little soft too, and totally different from my own or even Chris's. It was a man's cock, standing above a pair of man-sized balls. It was in a word, magnificent! "So, what do you think, son?" "Wow, Sir, it's huge!" He laughed, so I looked up at him to see if I'd said something wrong. "You really know how to make an old man feel good, don't you?" That made me smile. "Is that the only way that you know how to make a man feel good, with words, or do you know other ways?" He asked as he reached out and took mine in his hand. "What do you mean, Sir?" "Well, I was wondering if you would like to do anything to it?" "Like what, Sir?" I asked, not wanting to appear too knowledgeable or too eager. "I mean have you ever masturbated, son?" "Well," I hesitated, then figured I did have the man's stiff prick in my hand, so I might as well confess, "yes, Sir, I have." "Then just do what makes you feel good, son." He started stroking my cock, so I followed his lead and did the same to his. "I see that you still have your foreskin. I like it." "Yeah, me too, Sir," I agreed. Still stroking mine, he asked, "Is your father uncircumcised as well?" "No, he's like you." "Interesting," he commented as he sped up his efforts to get me off. I did the same. "This feels so good, Sir!" "Yes, it does," he agreed, his cock getting bigger and harder in my hand. I wondered if maybe he was getting close to coming. I knew I was, so I thought he should know. "I'm getting close, Sir." "As am I," he replied. He sped up even more and so did I, but I came first. That first shot was high and to the left, the rest hit the carpet. He shot next. His hit me in the chest and kept on coming as he coated my tee-shirt. Once we were both spent, he let go, grabbed some tissues from a box on the desk, handed me some tissues, then took some for himself. We cleaned ourselves up then threw the used tissues in the trash. We each pulled our pants up and I watched as he tucked his beautiful cock back into his underwear then zipped, buttoned and buckled himself back into his "pastorliness." "Well, that was an interesting Bible study session, wouldn't you say, Stevie?" I chuckled and answered, "Yes, Sir. I can't wait till tomorrow!" He chuckled too and said, "Best we just to keep this to ourselves, alright?" "Oh, yes, Sir. Not a word to anyone... just our little secret." He kissed me on the forehead then unlocked the office door. "That's a good boy. Now don't forget to study those scriptures we discussed, this evening." "I won't," I replied. There wasn't much I could do about my tee-shirt, so he had suggested I look in the lost and found for something else to wear home. I found the box and as it just so happened, there was a tee-shirt that looked like something I might have owned myself. So, I put it on and folded up the cum-soaked one, putting it in a plastic grocery bag I found in the kitchen, hopped on my bike and pedaled happily home. (to be continued)