Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2019 16:49:10 -0500 From: Tagen Subject: Perverter-3 Please donate to Nifty to keep this site running for all our fun. This is of course all fantasy and such real life conduct is not condoned Or encouraged Perverter 3 by Tagenhard tagenhard@gmail.com tagenhard@tutanota.com tagenhard@protonmail.com Thursday I painted the basement floor and it was just past lunch when I finished. I took a shower and was in the kitchen looking for something to eat. I had laid the towel from my shower on the kitchen counter next to a pair of short running shorts as a reminder to me to do laundry. The doorbell rang and I grabbed the towel and held it around me as I answered it. "Oh hey Rev." I greeted Sam's dad. Why the fuck is he here dashed thru my brain but I acted all calm and wasn't about to display any sign of nervousness. "Come on in." I gestured and stepped aside to give him room. Like I had said earlier, Stan was a soft spoken man, a studious looking man of about 30. I thought he was a handsome man, not that I go around rating guys, but handsome in a bookish way. He came across as meek but when he had a room full of parishioners he managed to take control of the room. I thought he was a very nice personable guy and I liked him a lot. I did notice that his eyes darted to my near naked body and then he quickly looked away. "Hi Matt, I obviously caught you at a bad time, I'm sorry." Now it seemed he was trying too hard to not look at me and I thought he blushed just a little. I know he's the Minister but still this seemed to be too modest. "Come on in," I repeated. Stan stepped past me into the house and I closed the door behind him. Holding the towel together with my right hand, I placed my left on his shoulder as I then walked past him. "It's no problem Rev, I was done with the shower and just looking for some lunch. Have you eaten?" I thought he shuddered slightly as my hand was on his shoulder and I stepped past him. I stopped about three feet in front of him and turned and looked to him waiting for an answer. "I'm good, thank you though." He replied again making sure to look anywhere but below my neck. I remembered back to when he first started at the church and one of my friends muttered to me that he would bet a hundred bucks that this guy turns out to be a closet queer. I laughed it off because my friend labeled every one queer. "So what brings you around Rev?" I questioned. "I wanted to talk but it can wait till you get dressed." Stan responded. "Oh I'm sorry. Gosh how embarrassing." I chuckled lightheartedly. I stepped over to the doorway into the kitchen and grabbed the shorts that were on the counter. I turned back facing the good Rev and dropped the towel exposing myself completely. His eyes drifted to my crotch and his mouth gaped open slightly as stepped into my shorts and pulled them up. It was all a very casual locker room like move but gave him amble time to get an eyeful of the goodies that I had been stuffing into his son's mouth. Now standing there in shorts that actually covered less skin than the towel, but would be considered more acceptable because they were pants. I asked "So what do you want to talk about? Here take a seat." I waved to the sofa. I never saw Stan nervous before but he definitely seemed to be unnerved. He graciously sat down and then I plopped down less than a foot from him on the sofa. My cock was plumbing up knowing what I had been doing with his son. I threw an arm across the back of the sofa basically displaying myself to him. "Uh," He started with a stumble. "Sam said you and Kevin invited him to the cabin." Smart kid I thought. His whole excuse for coming over was that he was playing with Kevin, so he was smart enough to act as if Kevin was really here. I got a little harder knowing Sam was lying to cover his tracks. Hook, line and sinker baby. "Oh yea, I know Kevin would like to have him join him since they are best friends and all." I stated. "Are they?" Stan replied with surprise in his voice. "I didn't realize that." "Who did you think was your son's best friend?" I returned. Stan stopped and you could see that expression on his face that one has when they are searching for an answer. Then he looked a little sad. "Actually I can't say I have any idea. I've been so busy that I'm not sure who his friends are much less his best friend." I chuckled. "I hear ya, sometimes I don't have a clue what's going on with my son's life." I replied honestly since I hadn't known he was a fucking homo perv. "You just accidentally get wrapped up in things and then boom, something happens that you had no idea about. But just today Sam told me that Kevin was his bestest friend." "Speaking of, where is Kevin?" Rev Stan asked. Now it was my turn to lie. "Oh he's off with the neighbor's at a movie since Sam had his classes today." Stan nodded in acknowledgement. "Can I get you a beverage of some type?" I didn't say drink because people normally think booze right away and I knew he wouldn't accept that. "If it's okay with you I'm going to have a beer." "Of course, it's your house have what you want." Stan returned. "Some water would be good enough for me." I put my hand on his shoulder which seemed to make him shudder. "Water may be good enough but is that what you really want?" I asked smoothly. "It's just the two of us. No congregation judging you." He looked at me and I mean really looked at me for the first time since he got here. I saw his body relax and a small smile crack his face. "I guess a beer won't be so bad for me." I gave him a wink and got up from the sofa giving my crotch a tug as any guy might do to adjust himself after sitting down. Then without looking at him I went to the kitchen and fetched us two brews. Being out of his sight I gave my package a few tugs to help it plumb up a bit more. I corrupted the kid, could I do the same with him? Carrying the brews back into the living room, I noticed he gazed over the crotch of my shorts where a bulge could be seen moving back and forth. I handed the beer to him as I sat down, now even closer than before. "Sam was a great help yesterday." I mentioned before taking a tug from the bottle. Stan tipped his back also and I could see he used the distraction as a way to sweep his eyes over my chest and down. I reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You have a really great son in Sam, I mean it, he is so polite and fun to be around but not afraid to be a little scamp. I'm seriously glad that Kevin and he are best friends." Stan grinned, "Thanks, I should find more time to spend with him but the schedule is so busy." "I can imagine for you it would be hard to juggle the job and family since the job is so demanding." I replied trying to sound sympathetic. We each pulled on our beers again. Mine was empty so I got up and went to the kitchen and retrieved two more. Returning to the living room after having jiggled my junk to keep it plumbed up, I stood in front of Stan and held a beer for him in front of my crotch. Innocent enough but he would have to look at my package in order to pay attention to his grabbing the bottle. The good Reverend Stanley Hamish, father of Samuel Hamish, the boy I had corrupted into being a cock sucker, hesitated. He stared at the bottle/ tented shorts view and hesitated. "I'm sure you can handle one more." I cajoled. Giving him the excuse that he hesitated because he wasn't sure if he should drink more. "Huh? Oh yea, yea sure I can take another." Stan stuttered breaking his stare from the bottle? My crotch? I plopped back down beside him and put my hand on his shoulder again. "You okay? You have seemed tense or a little jittery ever since you got here." I inquired with some concern on my face. Stan looked down at his hands then took a draw from the beer. "It's just that, well." He seemed at a loss for words which was very unlike him. I moved as close as I could and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "What is it Stan? You can confide in me. I'm not just one of your flock, I'm also your friend." The good reverend cleared his throat. "It's just that I'm, well not use to." Was all he said but his eyes swept over my body again. I paused a moment and then chuckled. "Oh I get it, you're not use to seeing so much of me. Sam said you were uptight and that he's never even see you with your shirt off." Stan shot a look at me. "I understand." I tried to sooth. "The whole tossed out of Eden thing and fig leafs to hide their shame. You think the human body should be hidden and not shown." I chuckled some more. "No, I'm not a prude or I don't think that I am but it's just that, well I don't know." Stan sounded frustrated. "Why was Sam talking about me anyway? Did he see you like this?" I left my hand on his shoulder, I wanted the physical contact to play with his psyche. "Well of course." I laughed. "He told Kevin he wished his dad was as cool as me." A pout seemed to crease Stan's face. "Don't worry about it Stan." I suggested. "He still loves you, but maybe feels that Kevin and I have a more connected relationship because we're so free around each other." I squeezed Stan's shoulder again. "No two father son relationships are the same, you know that." "True." Stan responded. "And of course." I continued. "He's young and still wants to learn and be curious and so never having even seen you with a shirt off, to seeing me walk around like this or even having seen me naked, he's just a bit jealous of Kevin I guess." It took a moment but then Stan looked at me. "Naked? Did you say he saw you naked?" "Yea." I answered simply, "They came in with some questions about something just as I was stepping out of the shower." "What did you do?" He asked "I answered their questions." "No." Stan responded flustered. "What did you do about being naked?" "Ah." I paused. "I dried off." I returned but said it slowly. "He saw you naked." Stan repeated. "What's the big deal?" I chuckled. "He knows what a man has between his legs and it's not like I'm disgusting to look at or anything." "No, no you're not but I haven't had the talk with him yet. I thought I had more time." Stan spouted. "Whoa right there." I said in mock surprise. "What does the birds and the bees have to do with seeing me or you naked? Did you think I was gonna hump him just because we're naked in the same room at the same time? I sounded indignant. "What's the talk you need to have with him before he sees a man naked?" I lowered my voice and acted comical. "Now son, I want you to know if you see a naked man you have to be careful, if his cock is hard then put one hand over your mouth and the other over your ass so no accidents happen." I gave him a hard stare. "No, this is all out of context." Stan gushed. "I haven't had the talk about puberty and how men's bodies are different than boy bodies, you know the hair and the size of the manhood." "Oh," I tried to sound contrite. "Okay that makes sense. And thanks for saying I have a nice body." Stan looked at me puzzled but then realized what he had said earlier and smirked. The mood lightened until Stan turned to me again. "You said naked together in the same room at the same time. Was Sam naked?" "Of course, it would be odd if he was dressed while Kevin and I were naked together." "Huh?" Stan grunted. I sighed. "Kevin and Sam were playing in the back yard with the sprinkler. They came in and took off their clothes to get dry and came into the bathroom as I was stepping out of the shower, to ask how to use the dryer so Sam could dry his clothes before going home." Of course I was creating all this lie instead of just saying we were in the basement and I was pumping loads of cum down his throat. "Oh." Was all Stan replied as if that was all a perfectly good understandable scenario? "I think a thank you is in order." I chuckled lightly. "Why?" Stan looked puzzled. "Well I saved you the embarrassment of having to have the talk, Sam now knows there is a difference between a boy body and a man body. At least the hair and size thing part." Stan did chuckle. "I won't say embarrassment." I cut him off. "Oh please, you're so uptight you can't even have your shirt off around him. How are you gonna talk to him about his body. He has a nice one by the way." "Nice what?" "Body." I retorted. Stan blushed. "You're so uptight." I laughed. Stan sighed. "I am not." I felt like a little school boy taunting a friend. "Prove it then." I returned straight faced. Stan's eyes narrowed and looked at me. I thought he would just be the adult here and say, hey look I came to talk to you about, but he took the bait. "How?" He asked, either he was truly curious, or he was just having fun shedding the whole I'm the responsible minister yolk for a while. I doubt he sat around having conversations like this with any of the other parishioners. Of course then again you just never know what's going on behind closed doors, Take mine for example. I got up off the couch and disappeared into my bedroom and then returned carrying a pair of sheer nylon running shorts like the ones I had on. "Put these on." I replied as I tossed them to him. Stan held them up and stared at them. "You're joking right?" "Cluck, cluck, cluck." I started to imitate a chicken clucking. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Then he opened them and looked at me. "You really are an ass." I just continued to make the chicken sound. "You don't believe I'm capable of doing this do you?" Stan asked. "Not for a second Rev." I replied with just a smile. He sighed and surprised me by standing up and walking away to the bathroom. I thought it funny when I heard him click the lock on the door. A few minutes later it opened and I watched him walk down the hall. His chest was covered in black soft hair that swirled around on his pecs and then cascaded down onto a flat stomach. A thick patch of hair trailed down under the waist band of the shorts. There was a definite flop in those sheer shorts. I could tell where his cock lay and it looked either big or chubbed up a bit. He had two rosy colored nipples pointing thru his black mat, they looked erect. "You happy now." He laughed. "Sure, you're out of your comfort zone but you're enjoying it, admit it." I returned. "It feels good to be free and you're not getting zapped by lightning so you must not be sinning." "The lord stopped zapping every sinner a long time ago, it wore him out." Stan joked back and sat back down on the sofa. During his change of clothes I had retrieved two more beers and handed one to him. He looked at it as if he was having an internal battle but then took it from my hand. As I sat down next to him, I made sure out legs were just about to touch but only the hairs on our legs made contact. "You should have no problem being like this around Sam." I started. "You certainly have nothing to be ashamed of, you have a great body and I'm sure he would like to see what his future might hold." I think Stan blushed when I said he had a great body. He took a draw from his bottle and I tapped my leg against his. "Seriously Stan." I softened my voice. "You have a body that a lot of guys would love to have. I know Pride is one of the seven deadly sins but I don't think shame is a virtue. I'm not saying you should go strutting around like a peacock, but you shouldn't be ashamed of what has been created." Stan was silent as that sunk in. I had left my leg touching his and he hadn't pulled away. "I think a certain amount of natural exposure and even maybe nudity between a father and his son is natural. It almost seems to me that to be so scared of it to the point that someone goes out of their way to avoid it is a sin against nature in itself." "You never join in when we have a swim activity." I stated factually. "Is that because you don't know how to swim or because you are so uncomfortable with what you have that you want to keep natures work hidden?" He looked down at the bottle in his hands but didn't reply. "You must not think it a sin for those boys and men to be in bathing suits and to change after in the locker room because if you did you won't allow it." I pointed out. "I'm," He started and then paused. "I'm uncomfortable being barely clothed around others." He admitted. "Why Stan? You're not ugly to look at, you're masculine hairy, not gorilla hairy. And if it's, well, a size thing, from what I saw swinging as you walked down the hall and the lump you have now, you are impressive, so there should be no fear there of what others might see. Not that size really matters." "But it's because of this." He indicated between his legs. "Whenever I have been in a situation of less dress, like at a swimming pool or the lake or in a locker-room, I get an erection." He explained sounding exasperated. I paused a moment, "And here I thought it was because you liked me." I said as I nudged him with my shoulder. Stan laughed and that seemed to cut some of the tension. "I bet Luke Henson wouldn't mind you being like that." I quipped. Stan laughed again, "Or even Jack Downer," "Right, so that's not just in my imagination." I chuckled. After a few moments of silence and some draws on our beer bottles. "Okay I will concede that being at the swimming pool and the minister of the flock throwing a hard on in front of the other fathers and their sons might not go over very well. But that shouldn't be a wall between you and Sam." I advised. I put my arm across his shoulders and left our legs touching. His bulge got bigger I noticed. "Yes your right, I know your right but what if." He trailed off. "You are worried that you might throw a bone in front of your son." He cringed at my language. "But what better of a time to have a talk with him about the male body and life. These are the talks that dads and sons should have instead of them learning about it on TV or the internet." I said with true conviction. "You said that you are uncomfortable being less than fully clothed around other guys because you get an erection. Right?" I asked "Well yes." He agreed "How do you know Sam doesn't have the same situation taking place? Who better to explain it to him than you? Guys get hardon's because they are either sexually aroused or just aroused in general or because it just simply happens." I stated. "Maybe you are getting sexually aroused or maybe because your body is so use to being suppressed by constant cover that it just simply gets excited when it's out in the open. And know what, sometimes men just get hardon's for no reason." I punctuated that last part forcefully. "I remember being Sam and Kevin's age and getting stiffies all the time. I sure wish my dad would have explained to me that was normal." "Matter of fact, just because we're talking about it, makes me hard." I announced and pulled away from him, stood up and pulled my shorts off. My hard cock throbbed openly in the air and I saw Stan's eyes graze across it. "Should I be ashamed that my body has had a simple reaction?" I saw Stan shiver and then realize I expected an answer. "Ah, no not really." He replied with an unsteady voice. I plopped back down on the sofa again so that our thighs and legs were touching. "I never considered that Sam might be going through the same anguish that I went through." Stan admitted. "And your right, since I know what it is like I should as a good father, help him through it and support him so it doesn't hinder him like it has me." I put my arm back over his shoulders and hugged him to me. "I'm so glad that we have been able to connect on this level." I said softly. "Me to, it's not like I can actually talk like this with anyone of my other parishioners." Stan admitted. "Well Luke or Jack would probably be willing." I quipped and reached over and quickly pinched one of his nipples and chuckled as I did. Stan sighed at the contact and shuddered. "Are you uncomfortable right now?" I asked Stan as I sat naked alongside him with my arm around his shoulders. He paused, "Funny enough you make it seem all okay." He replied evenly. "Slip your shorts off." I suggested softly into his ear. He turned and looked at me. "I'm not making this queer, unless you want it to be. It's more about you being comfortable around me." I explained. Did that really make any sense? I questioned myself after I had said it. I don't know why, maybe he is queer at heart, maybe he did want to connect with someone on a level where he wasn't the authority that was supposed to be in control. Maybe he trusted me to just accept him as he was truly was and to keep it secret. I don't know but I do know he put his fingers into his waist and lifted his hips, then pushed the shorts down. "Yours's is fatter than mine." I observed about his fatter hard cock laying out in the open. He was as I suspected, hairy bush and hairy balls. Maybe a little shorter than mine but definitely thicker. "You are longer." He retorted. "But they say that thickness pleases more than length." I quipped back. "Want another beer?" I asked because I wasn't sure where I wanted this to go. "That sounds good." Stan replied and I moved away from him and stood up and went to the kitchen. Where did I want this to go, I had to ask myself. I had the minister of my church sitting naked with a hard on in my living room. I had drawn his son into sex with me but what did I want from this interaction? I walked back into the living room expecting him to have come to his senses and gotten dressed, but he was still on the sofa, hard and gently brushing it with his fingertips. "Did you ever jack off with any of your friends when you were young?" He asked without looking at me. I was surprised that he had slipped into less than proper language. He didn't wait for me to answer. "I never did, I never talked dirty with my friends, and I never did show me yours I'll show you mine." He was lost in a train of thought and I didn't want to break it so I just sat down next to him. Again so our flesh was touching at the legs, but I didn't hold the beer out to him. "My home was oppressive." He continued without looking at me. "We never went shirtless, even in our bedroom, my brothers and I made sure that we never saw each other less than fully clothed. My parents never took us swimming because my father felt the display of all that flesh sinful. I was only friends with other boys from similar homes and parents of similar beliefs." I realized Reverend Stan was sharing, confessing to me. I didn't say a word or even dare take a drink, I didn't want to do anything that might break his thoughts. "It's funny really." He continued. "Out of my five friends, I later discovered that one was being abused by his father, three of them are husbands who don't know how to love their wives and so they have oppressive homes also. I can see the anger in their eyes and the hurt it does with their families. The fifth friend became a minister just like me. I don't know why he did but I know I did as a way of continuing to oppress myself. To keep denying myself some of those things I wanted to do as a boy." Stan sighed. "Did you know that Brigham Young University has had some of the highest sex assault rates in the country? It seems the more you oppress human nature the more likely it will be to erupt in a bad way. You are right you know, we shouldn't be afraid of simple nudity in the right place at the right time." Stan reached over for one of the bottles I was holding. "Did you and your friends jerk of together?" He asked again but this time looking at me. "I had a couple of buddies that we had no problem doing that." I admitted. "Did it ever lead to sex?" Stan asked bluntly. I answered truthfully. "Not for me, but I know some of the others did. To what level of sex I don't know because they didn't do it in front of me." "Are any of them gay now?" I chuckled, "No they are married and as far as I know happily with pretty typical families. Of course one never really knows what goes on behind closed doors." I added. "So you never had male to male sex?" Stan asked but looked away from me this time. "I didn't say that." I stated letting the truthful implication hang there. I wasn't going to tell him that I actually didn't experience male sex till recently and that it included his son. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes." I again answered truthfully. Stan fell silent, I sensed he wanted to talk more but was unsure of voicing what he wanted to say. I put my right arm around Stan and pushed up against him. In order to avoid his left arm being trapped between us he lifted it out and placed it on the space where our legs were touching. He could have put it squarely on his own leg but he placed it half way onto both of ours. I hugged Stan into me and he didn't resist. "As you know we have a lake cabin and growing up it was natural for the men to have swim time without the ladies around, we always went naked. From when I was really young I saw my great granddad naked, my grandfather naked, my dad naked, my uncles and my brother and my cousins. For us it was just natural. Looking back I see that any curiosities I had were easily satisfied. I saw what a naked older man looked like, I saw how my cousins were developing compared to me. I didn't have to sneak around trying to spy to see this. Was there sex also taking place? I don't know. If there was I wasn't aware of it. Stan I think that you're just all bottled up with what if moments. You were suppressed into what I think is unnatural amount of modesty. You probably find yourself suppressing thoughts like what if I had seen my brothers or dad or friends naked. What if we had gone to the beach and I had seen men and boys in only swimsuits?" "I do." Stan admitted "Look at us Stan, were two grown men naked side by side with throbbing hardons and the world hasn't come crashing down on you. I bet right now that you are wondering what if I suggested we jerk off together, would he? You're wondering what if jerking off together isn't enough and I want to touch him, would he let me? You're wondering if you wanted more, would I let you." I brushed my right hand across his chest hair. "I'm wondering the same thing." I stated. Stan turned his head and looked at me with hesitation and fear in his eyes. But there was also want and desire. "Can we jerk off together?" I answered by wrapping my left hand around my cock and starting a slow stroke. Reverend Stan looked down and moved his right hand to his hard on and also began to stroke. In silence we jerked off with his stare fixed solidly on my cock. I wasn't going to push this to anything beyond what he wanted. As far as I'm concerned I have already opened Pandora's Box to him. As we jerked in silence, I thought back to what I had said about my youth at the cabin and two things came back to me. Whenever we would be horsing around in the water or getting tossed by an adult, it wasn't unusual to accidentally brush briefly against someone else's junk. It was all normal except Uncle Simon. I remember he was always hard when that happened. I remember that he was the only adult whose finger tips grazed my boy junk when he tossed me in the air. I'm sure it wasn't just with me but probably with my cousins also, but we never talked about it. After swimming was done, Uncle Simon always stayed in the water, my dad said Simon just needed time alone. We would all head back up to the cabin and leave him alone in the water. One time I double backed unnoticed and peered thru the bushes to see Uncle Simon standing in the water at knee point and moving his hand up and down his hard thing real fast. I didn't know what jacking off was then so I didn't understand it. I heard my name called and left without seeing any more. I thought I was being clever but dad was standing right at the spot I had gone into the bushes. Looking down at me with his stern "you better be honest" face he asked me if I went back and spied on Uncle Simon. I nodded sheepishly and dad squatted down in front of me and his face softened. "You are too young to understand this now but in the future you will understand. Uncle Simon has a need to be alone after we swim and you don't need to know why. But you should be a good boy and let him have that alone time. He's a good man and he just enjoys our swimming in a different way than we do. It's naughty to be a spy and I want you to promise me that you let him have his alone time undisturbed by you." I promised and I did keep my promise, but I also sensed that Uncle Simon liked it when he got to toss us boys more than the other men and that he liked it when I accidentally brushed against him. So I never spied on him again but I did make a point of asking him to toss me more than my other uncles and I did make a point of accidentally brushing against him more. I think he knew it wasn't an accidental anymore but he just smiled when I did it. I realize now he was getting turned on by being with us boys and his alone time was to jack off after. I'm guessing dad knew and was okay with it. The other thing that came back to me was when we were swimming and if a boat came into the cove dad would call out to them and tell them it was private property but it was okay for them to fish there as long as they were respectful. But what I really realized now was that dad would start to make more of a point of getting out of the water and walking to the end of the dock and jumping in. He also encouraged me to. Some of the fishermen would leave when that started but others stayed. And I remember sometimes there were kids my age or younger in the boat. Dam, dad was making a point of exposing himself and myself to these fisherman and to those boys. Is that why I found myself inexplicably exposing myself to Grandpa Fitch and his grandson, did a memory of dad's behavior flip a switch in me that now has led me down this path? A change in something snapped me out of my memories and I looked down to see that Stan had moved his left hand from the shared leg position to it being squarely on mine and closer to my junk. His pinkie finger was very subtly trying to reach over and touch my balls. Oh fuck it I thought, let's see where I can take this. Using my right hand that was draped around Stan I used my thumb, and flicked it across his nipple. I felt a little shiver go through him. "If you want to touch me you can." I offered very softly as I continued to flick his nipple with my thumb. He did nothing for moments but then moved his hand to my cock and as I took my hand away, he wrapped his hand around it. We sat there, with him holding and stroking both our cocks. I took his nipple between two of my fingers and twisted and pulled gently. I let him just jerk me off as he stared at my cock, I thought about his son having sucked me and me wanting to fuck Sam as he did. The movement was almost imperceptible at first but I realized he was slowly lowering his head. Fuck yea I thought, getting the dad of the boy I corrupted to also suck my cock and my minister no less, this was hot. I let him go at his own pace but stepped up my nipple play as he did. I felt his tongue lick across the head and then retreat. It came back again and licked around the crown, then lips were touching against my hot hard mushroom. I moaned in pleasure at the perverseness of it. His mouth started to slip down my shaft slowly. I wanted to put my left hand on his head and push down so his mouth filled with my weapon. I wanted to say fuck yea minister suck my cock. But I had sold this whole trip to him as self-discovery, of satisfying "the what if" questions. Instead I softly intoned. "Maybe this is the curiosity that could have been taken care of if you had been able to see your friends or family shirtless or even just in swim suits or underwear. I bet you always wondered what everyone else looked like because you wondered if you were normal compared to them. You wondered if you were the right shape or size. I'm sure you wanted to see your friends or your brothers or even your dad's bodies to just answer those questions. Sure maybe that would have led you to wanting to touch them or maybe even wanting to suck your friends or brothers or dad's cock. But you would have known and had your questions answered, instead of being afraid and ashamed for so many years. Stan just kept sucking and not doing too bad for a first time. It's natural for a little boy to want to see his dad naked, so would it be so bad if Sam saw you naked, saw your cock soft or hard? What's the worst that could happen? Maybe he wants to touch it like you did mine, maybe he wants to taste it like you are mine. It doesn't mean he is going to be a bad person, it doesn't mean he will turn out gay, it might just be a phase or it might not. Just think of how much mental anguish you would have been spared if you had just seen your dad naked, even once." "Don't put your son thru the same experience." I lowered my voice even more to a whisper. "Let him see it and touch it and suck it." I saw Stan's body shudder and his cock erupt with cum spraying out on to my carpet. I thought two things, got you and I was glad he came in case he thought I might suck him back. Now I did put my left hand on his head and held it in place as I erupted into his mouth. I think it surprised him but he held still as I emptied my balls into his mouth. It surprised me that he swallowed. Stan sat up and looked nervous now that it was over. "Stan." I said. He didn't look at me. "Stan." I repeated more firmly till he turned and looked me in the eyes. "Don't make this weird Stan, this was just a special moment between two friends and I'm glad I could help you in this way." He looked away and I saw him look at the shorts he had on, I guessed he was going to cover himself up again. Before he had a chance I grabbed them and threw them across the room. "Don't let a misguided sense of shame ruin this Stan, tell me why you came here in the first place, you said you wanted to talk." "Oh right," He was still uncomfortable and had his hands in his lap covering his junk. "Sam said that Kevin and you invited him to the cabin for next week." "That's right." I replied still letting him believe that Kevin was here instead of him knowing that Sam had been alone with me the past two days. "Sam really wants to go but there are some family obligations next Tuesday and Wednesday so I have to say no. I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your inviting him." I thought to myself you wouldn't if you knew what was going on. "And I hope you get a chance to invite him again." Stan finished. I looked at him with a thoughtful look. "Is there anything going on before Tuesday that requires his attendance?" I inquired. "Ah not that I can think of." Stan replied after thinking a moment. "How about you, can you be free Saturday and Sunday and Monday?" "The best I could do is be free Sunday after first service and then thru Monday, why?" Stan looked intrigued now. "Well I was thinking maybe we could do a lot of nice things for several people. What if when your wife drops Sam off tomorrow, he brings along a duffel with say three days' worth of clothes. He spends the rest of Friday and Friday night with me and Kevin (again the lie), and then he rides up with us Saturday. You drive up Sunday after first service and spend the rest of Sunday and most of Monday with him and Kevin and I and leave in time to be home Monday night." I could see the idea rolling around in his head and he was becoming less ashamed as he moved his hands away from his lap. This would give Sam some time with Kevin and I first here for a sleep over and then Saturday and Saturday night at the cabin. My wife and daughter don't come till late Monday. So you would get to have some guy time with Sam Sunday and Monday. You said you needed to find some time to spend with him. Your wife would get a little vacation from him, you would get a little vacation with him and Sam would get some vacation time with us and then with you." Stan's eyes opened and his eyebrows raised like one does sometimes when they recognize a good idea. Of course I wasn't going to tell him the Friday night sleep over was so I could bust Sam's little cherry ass. "And since it's just us guys at the cabin we will be swimming naked." I reminded Stan. "I think this would create a casual setting for you to be naked in front of him since Kevin and I will have already been that way." I saw that made him a little uncomfortable. I patted his knee, "I understand, how about you just worry about that when the time comes. You can wear a bathing suit if you prefer, there are ones at the cabin you can use." "I think that's a good plan actually, thanks." Stan said and stood up. I stood also and Stan looked at me. "Thank you for everything, really." Stan stated and I could tell he really meant it. He reached out and pulled me in for a hug. He seemed to have lost his shame as he hugged our two naked bodies together and our cocks slid alongside each other. He got dressed after I gave him directions to the cabin and after he had a few more sips of beer. I guess he was now okay with it. At the front door I reached out and put his hand on my cock. "Any time you want." He blushed and then was off. That is how it came to be that the good Reverend Stanley Hamish agreed to deliver his only son, Samuel Hamish into my grasp Friday, where by the time he went to bed he will have been sodomized and dripping with my cum from his boy pussy.