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The Reverend
It was summer and I had just finished my first year of college. I knew I was gay and had played with some of the guys in my dorm. I loved to suck cock and guys would often compliment me on my ability, telling me that I must have sucked a lot of cock. I hadn’t, it was passion for cock that showed, not experience. I loved to look at cock, play with it and of course feed on it. I needed a summer job and my dad suggested that I visit our Church Minister because he might know of jobs through his connections. The Reverend was built, in his 40s - fair, tall, barrel chest, hands like baseball mitts and huge feet. He always showed a big package no matter what he wore. He had light blue eyes, an incredible smile and despite his balding head, was very hairy. He was both a nice guy and a walking wet dream. I had shot many loads thinking about the Reverend - naked.
The Reverend liked to work out with weights. He had even tried to get his parishioners interested and had established a weight lifting club in the church basement with some donated free weights. But it seemed he was the only one that used it. I went a couple of times - mainly to watch him on the weight bench - lying back, legs spread, his bulge and those muscles. Unfortunately, he usually had two of his k**s in tow, running around and screaming, so it wasn’t exactly a place that you wanted to go - except to watch the Reverend.
When I met with him, he told me that he would keep an eye out for jobs. He mentioned the church janitor had recently retired and the new one couldn’t start until September and would I like to take on that responsibility, although part time and minimum wage? I immediately agreed, figuring it was money coming in. He was delighted and took me around the church, showing me where stuff was. It was basic maintenance and I asked him when I could start. He gave me a big smile, chuckled and grabbed me in a quick bear hug telling me that he liked my enthusiasm. I was in heaven.
The next Sunday, I went to the church early, to get everything cleaned up and ready for the service. I was mopping the floors in the basement when suddenly the Reverend appeared. He had his usual summer gear on - t-shirt, shorts and flip flops, but one arm was underneath his t-shirt and in a sling! He told me that the night before he had been working out with the free weights and one of his k**s picked that time to try and swing from his arm. He had a bad sprain and would need to wear the sling for at least six weeks. I told him I was sorry and offered any help I could provide. The Reverend expressed his appreciation, but said he couldn’t think of anything and returned to his office. I continued my work, thinking only of the Reverend’s big muscle ass as he walked away.
About 30 minutes later, the Reverend appeared again. He had a sheepish look on his face. I asked him what was up and he told me that he was embarrassed to ask, but had no choice. He realized he would need help to get dressed for the service. Would I help him? Of course, I agreed. He was relieved, making a joke about finding a Good Samaritan. He suggested we might want to start then, not knowing how long it might take us to get him into his vestments. I immediately dropped what I was doing and followed him.
We went through his office and into a small room that was lined with storage closets. It was like a big dressing room with a dressing table on one side and a stool in front of a full length mirror on the other. There were two small windows close to the ceiling for ventilation and guaranteed privacy. The Reverend closed the door behind us and locked it, explaining that he took that precaution against some parishioners who had actually walked in on him while he was getting dressed. He opened one of the closet doors where he kept shoes, socks, pants, a clerical shirt and a long black robe. He then stood in front of the mirror, sort of leaning against the stool. I moved in front of him, but hesitated. He looked at me and smiled and made a movement with his free hand trying to pull up his t-shirt. I couldn’t believe this big stud was right in front of me, struggling to get out of his clothes. My hands were trembling with excitement as I began to help him pull the t-shirt over his chest, while he chatted about how his wife had had to stretch it over his head and the sling that morning. I had to really pull and stretch the shirt up over his big chest and down his good arm and then up onto his muscled shoulders. My hands and arms were brushing against his body and I was getting an eyeful. He was clearly struggling with one of his arms immobilized and tried to help me by bending and moving his body, but every move just gave me a free show as his muscles flexed and rippled and those fucking biceps. I wanted him.
Soon his entire chest was exposed. It was covered in light blond hair. His pecs were big and thick - even though one was covered by his sling. I continued to pull the t-shirt up over his face and for a moment debated whether I actually wanted to leave it covering his head so I could stare at his body. He breathed a sigh of relief when I pulled the t-shirt off. He blushed when he caught me looking at his upper body. The Reverend’s one uncovered pec was crowned by a sizeable light pink nipple. Sometimes you could see the Reverend’s nipples through shirts and many times I wondered whether he liked his nipples worked.
I moved behind him, folding and placing his t-shirt on the dressing table. When I turned towards him I was looking at his back and was struck at how broad he was. My eyes were drawn down his back to his narrow waist and his underwear band peeking out of the back of his shorts. Then I saw his face in the mirror, as he caught me checking him out again. He smiled nervously and stood up in front of the mirror. I know he was talking to me, but for the life of me I have no idea what he was saying because all I could think of was that his shorts were next. I moved in front of him. He reached for his belt and fumbled with it to undo it. With his belt open and hanging, he then undid the flap at the top of his shorts, but had difficulty pulling the zipper down. I stepped towards him, pulled the waistband of his shorts together and pulled the zipper down. When I released the material, his shorts fell to the ground with the weight of his belt. I stepped back as he slipped off his flip flops and stepped out of his shorts. The Reverend was now towering in front of me in only his well worn white cotton briefs. I squatted down and picked his shorts up, my face passing directly in front of his huge bulge. I could see the outline of a thick piece of cock nestled over a big set of balls. I was feeling lightheaded and I looked up at him from my squatting position. He stopped chatting and looked down at me, a blush spreading over his face and upper chest. I think we both knew I was in BJ position.
For some reason, nerves or whatever, he suggested that I put on his socks. He rested his ass on the high stool. I went from a squat into a kneeling position and was facing directly into his basket. He was really blushing. I stared openly at his bulge and picked up one of his huge feet, putting it between my knees as I worked the sock over his toes, onto his foot and pulling it up his hairy muscled calve. I repeated the same movement with the other foot, but at every opportunity I openly stared at his bulge, committing every curve and bump to memory. I was so turned on from handling his feet, toughing his legs and staring at his bulge. He mumbled a thank you and simply said “my pants, please. “
Now I was blushing as I got up quickly to get his pants from the closet. I opened them up as wide as possible and bent over in front of him to hold his pants low enough for him to put one leg in. He grabbed my shoulder to balance himself as he lifted his leg and inserted his foot into the pant leg and then repeated with the other. Although his pants were opened as widely as they could be, as I pulled them up over his thighs that gap quickly narrowed and suddenly the backs of my fingers brushed directly against his bulge. I actually felt the heat from his cock. He gasped and in my shock and nervousness I dropped his pants which fell back around his ankles. I was apologizing profusely, but my eyes stayed glued to his basket. He was trying to assure me that everything was OK and again I could feel his big hand on my shoulder. I bent down and grabbed his pants, but as I was pulling them up for the second time, I purposely brushed his basket, running the back of my fingers against the length of his cock. He gasped again, but his cock responded to my touch. The Reverend was getting a hard on. I was so fucking horny and I could clearly see the mass of his meat. It was my turn to gasp and I looked up towards the helpless expression on his flushed face. I could feel his one hand on my shoulder almost trying to hold me at bay and he was mumbling “hold on” and “wait”. From there, everything happened so quickly. I dropped his pants, grabbed his muscle ass (I couldn’t believe how solid his ass felt) and placed my open mouth directly on his bulge. I gnawed and sucked on his bulge like a starving man. Instinctively, I reached up one hand and grabbed his exposed nipple and squeezed. He moaned and released his hand from my shoulder.
I continued to twist and massage his pec and nipple. I kept my mouth on his bulge the entire time, sucking, chewing, and working it. I released his nipple and slid my hands down his lats to the waist band of his underwear and began to tug his underwear down. He hesitated ever so slightly and then raised his butt up off the stool. I immediately pulled his underwear down and off his body. The Reverend was now naked in front of me, except for his black dress socks and his sling. I couldn’t believe his cock; long, thick, uncut - eight and a half pulsing inches (I measured it many times after our first session) with a slight curve upwards. The power and strength of his erection was amazing. He had big low hanging nuts that I later learned he shaved in the summer because he liked how they felt. His foreskin had rolled back exposing half of his cock head and a drop of pre-cum formed at his piss slit. I circled the base of his cock with my right hand and gently dug my tongue into his piss slit. I was instantly rewarded with more pre-cum and a moan from deep within his chest. His pre-cum made me crazier for his cock and I continued to dig with my tongue into his piss slit and swirled my tongue under his foreskin and around his cock head. He was leaking like a tap and I couldn’t get enough. I looked up at his face, but he had his head tilted back towards the ceiling. He was gripping the stool with his free hand and I took it and moved it to the back of my head. I felt his thick fingers spread and hold my head in place.
I began to work his cock, trying to take as much as I could down my throat, but he was just too big. I remember being aware of my teeth and I tried as best as I could to keep them from scr****g him. His cock felt so thick in my mouth. While I continued to suck, I used my hands to stroke his body everywhere, but fingers were always drawn back to his exposed nipple. It was clearly wired to his dick and I could feel his cock surge in my mouth and throat. When I gagged - and I did - he would mumble sorry and pull out slightly. But I only worked harder to relax my gag reflex and push him deeper into my throat. I ran my mouth up and down the length of his shaft down to his balls. He must have just recently shaved them, because they felt incredibly big and smooth against my mouth and tongue. I tried to take both of his balls into my mouth at once, but it just wasn’t possible and I had to be satisfied with simply licking and sucking them and rolling them around in my fingers between sucks. He was moaning and mumbling “oh God,” under his breath. I was making love to his penis, worshipping it and him. I thrilled to running my hands over his muscled thighs. He began to flex his legs when he realized the pleasure it was giving me. We moved into muscle worship much later, but it was then that I think he realized the erotic power he had over me. He started to stroke the top and back of my head with his big hand.
He told me how good I was at sucking cock. When I moaned in response to his praise, he started quietly whispering where he wanted my mouth and hands. I loved his direction and it only made me want to pleasure him more. “Touch my balls”, he whispered and despite my hunger for his cock, I released it from my mouth and started to suck and lick his scrotum. I cradled those big milks cans in my hand and kissed them. I gave them big long licks and repeatedly tried to take both of them into my mouth. I nuzzled underneath his bag and licked down towards his crack and the base of his cock. He squeezed the back of my head and groaned. I could feel his balls start to rise up. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me with a dazed look on his face. “Please work the head”, he whispered. I started to suck his cock head again and worked my tongue underneath his foreskin. His cock head felt bigger in my mouth and harder. I looked into his eyes with my mouth stuffed full of his big penis. He gave me a shy grin and tilted his head back. He flexed his legs and whispered he was getting close. I sucked harder, digging into his piss slit and working his balls.
He took a firmer grip of the back of my head with his thick fingers spread open, like he was holding a ball in one hand. I looked up and he looked me directly in the eyes. “You are going to make me cum”, he hissed. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked his cock to the same movement as my head bobbing up and down. He increased the pressure on the back of my head holding it in place. I reached up and grabbed his nipple and twisted. He groaned and his entire body stiffened on the stool. I was struggling to breathe through my nose and not to gag when I felt the first convulsion of his cock in my throat. A second, a third and he released his hand from the back of my head. I slid his cock from my throat until just the head was in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. He was taking big deep breaths and I was in heaven working and milking every drop of his juice out of his cock. I couldn’t believe how much I was swallowing, but I wanted every drop. I continued to make love to his cock, listening as his breathing returned to normal. He looked down at me with a big smile on his face and his big rubbery cock slipped out of my mouth and hung between his legs. I returned his smile. I had cum in my jeans. “You better get me dressed”, he said.
The Reverend
It was summer and I had just finished my first year of college. I knew I was gay and had played with some of the guys in my dorm. I loved to suck cock and guys would often compliment me on my ability, telling me that I must have sucked a lot of cock. I hadn’t, it was passion for cock that showed, not experience. I loved to look at cock, play with it and of course feed on it. I needed a summer job and my dad suggested that I visit our Church Minister because he might know of jobs through his connections. The Reverend was built, in his 40s - fair, tall, barrel chest, hands like baseball mitts and huge feet. He always showed a big package no matter what he wore. He had light blue eyes, an incredible smile and despite his balding head, was very hairy. He was both a nice guy and a walking wet dream. I had shot many loads thinking about the Reverend - naked.
The Reverend liked to work out with weights. He had even tried to get his parishioners interested and had established a weight lifting club in the church basement with some donated free weights. But it seemed he was the only one that used it. I went a couple of times - mainly to watch him on the weight bench - lying back, legs spread, his bulge and those muscles. Unfortunately, he usually had two of his k**s in tow, running around and screaming, so it wasn’t exactly a place that you wanted to go - except to watch the Reverend.
When I met with him, he told me that he would keep an eye out for jobs. He mentioned the church janitor had recently retired and the new one couldn’t start until September and would I like to take on that responsibility, although part time and minimum wage? I immediately agreed, figuring it was money coming in. He was delighted and took me around the church, showing me where stuff was. It was basic maintenance and I asked him when I could start. He gave me a big smile, chuckled and grabbed me in a quick bear hug telling me that he liked my enthusiasm. I was in heaven.
The next Sunday, I went to the church early, to get everything cleaned up and ready for the service. I was mopping the floors in the basement when suddenly the Reverend appeared. He had his usual summer gear on - t-shirt, shorts and flip flops, but one arm was underneath his t-shirt and in a sling! He told me that the night before he had been working out with the free weights and one of his k**s picked that time to try and swing from his arm. He had a bad sprain and would need to wear the sling for at least six weeks. I told him I was sorry and offered any help I could provide. The Reverend expressed his appreciation, but said he couldn’t think of anything and returned to his office. I continued my work, thinking only of the Reverend’s big muscle ass as he walked away.
About 30 minutes later, the Reverend appeared again. He had a sheepish look on his face. I asked him what was up and he told me that he was embarrassed to ask, but had no choice. He realized he would need help to get dressed for the service. Would I help him? Of course, I agreed. He was relieved, making a joke about finding a Good Samaritan. He suggested we might want to start then, not knowing how long it might take us to get him into his vestments. I immediately dropped what I was doing and followed him.
We went through his office and into a small room that was lined with storage closets. It was like a big dressing room with a dressing table on one side and a stool in front of a full length mirror on the other. There were two small windows close to the ceiling for ventilation and guaranteed privacy. The Reverend closed the door behind us and locked it, explaining that he took that precaution against some parishioners who had actually walked in on him while he was getting dressed. He opened one of the closet doors where he kept shoes, socks, pants, a clerical shirt and a long black robe. He then stood in front of the mirror, sort of leaning against the stool. I moved in front of him, but hesitated. He looked at me and smiled and made a movement with his free hand trying to pull up his t-shirt. I couldn’t believe this big stud was right in front of me, struggling to get out of his clothes. My hands were trembling with excitement as I began to help him pull the t-shirt over his chest, while he chatted about how his wife had had to stretch it over his head and the sling that morning. I had to really pull and stretch the shirt up over his big chest and down his good arm and then up onto his muscled shoulders. My hands and arms were brushing against his body and I was getting an eyeful. He was clearly struggling with one of his arms immobilized and tried to help me by bending and moving his body, but every move just gave me a free show as his muscles flexed and rippled and those fucking biceps. I wanted him.
Soon his entire chest was exposed. It was covered in light blond hair. His pecs were big and thick - even though one was covered by his sling. I continued to pull the t-shirt up over his face and for a moment debated whether I actually wanted to leave it covering his head so I could stare at his body. He breathed a sigh of relief when I pulled the t-shirt off. He blushed when he caught me looking at his upper body. The Reverend’s one uncovered pec was crowned by a sizeable light pink nipple. Sometimes you could see the Reverend’s nipples through shirts and many times I wondered whether he liked his nipples worked.
I moved behind him, folding and placing his t-shirt on the dressing table. When I turned towards him I was looking at his back and was struck at how broad he was. My eyes were drawn down his back to his narrow waist and his underwear band peeking out of the back of his shorts. Then I saw his face in the mirror, as he caught me checking him out again. He smiled nervously and stood up in front of the mirror. I know he was talking to me, but for the life of me I have no idea what he was saying because all I could think of was that his shorts were next. I moved in front of him. He reached for his belt and fumbled with it to undo it. With his belt open and hanging, he then undid the flap at the top of his shorts, but had difficulty pulling the zipper down. I stepped towards him, pulled the waistband of his shorts together and pulled the zipper down. When I released the material, his shorts fell to the ground with the weight of his belt. I stepped back as he slipped off his flip flops and stepped out of his shorts. The Reverend was now towering in front of me in only his well worn white cotton briefs. I squatted down and picked his shorts up, my face passing directly in front of his huge bulge. I could see the outline of a thick piece of cock nestled over a big set of balls. I was feeling lightheaded and I looked up at him from my squatting position. He stopped chatting and looked down at me, a blush spreading over his face and upper chest. I think we both knew I was in BJ position.
For some reason, nerves or whatever, he suggested that I put on his socks. He rested his ass on the high stool. I went from a squat into a kneeling position and was facing directly into his basket. He was really blushing. I stared openly at his bulge and picked up one of his huge feet, putting it between my knees as I worked the sock over his toes, onto his foot and pulling it up his hairy muscled calve. I repeated the same movement with the other foot, but at every opportunity I openly stared at his bulge, committing every curve and bump to memory. I was so turned on from handling his feet, toughing his legs and staring at his bulge. He mumbled a thank you and simply said “my pants, please. “
Now I was blushing as I got up quickly to get his pants from the closet. I opened them up as wide as possible and bent over in front of him to hold his pants low enough for him to put one leg in. He grabbed my shoulder to balance himself as he lifted his leg and inserted his foot into the pant leg and then repeated with the other. Although his pants were opened as widely as they could be, as I pulled them up over his thighs that gap quickly narrowed and suddenly the backs of my fingers brushed directly against his bulge. I actually felt the heat from his cock. He gasped and in my shock and nervousness I dropped his pants which fell back around his ankles. I was apologizing profusely, but my eyes stayed glued to his basket. He was trying to assure me that everything was OK and again I could feel his big hand on my shoulder. I bent down and grabbed his pants, but as I was pulling them up for the second time, I purposely brushed his basket, running the back of my fingers against the length of his cock. He gasped again, but his cock responded to my touch. The Reverend was getting a hard on. I was so fucking horny and I could clearly see the mass of his meat. It was my turn to gasp and I looked up towards the helpless expression on his flushed face. I could feel his one hand on my shoulder almost trying to hold me at bay and he was mumbling “hold on” and “wait”. From there, everything happened so quickly. I dropped his pants, grabbed his muscle ass (I couldn’t believe how solid his ass felt) and placed my open mouth directly on his bulge. I gnawed and sucked on his bulge like a starving man. Instinctively, I reached up one hand and grabbed his exposed nipple and squeezed. He moaned and released his hand from my shoulder.
I continued to twist and massage his pec and nipple. I kept my mouth on his bulge the entire time, sucking, chewing, and working it. I released his nipple and slid my hands down his lats to the waist band of his underwear and began to tug his underwear down. He hesitated ever so slightly and then raised his butt up off the stool. I immediately pulled his underwear down and off his body. The Reverend was now naked in front of me, except for his black dress socks and his sling. I couldn’t believe his cock; long, thick, uncut - eight and a half pulsing inches (I measured it many times after our first session) with a slight curve upwards. The power and strength of his erection was amazing. He had big low hanging nuts that I later learned he shaved in the summer because he liked how they felt. His foreskin had rolled back exposing half of his cock head and a drop of pre-cum formed at his piss slit. I circled the base of his cock with my right hand and gently dug my tongue into his piss slit. I was instantly rewarded with more pre-cum and a moan from deep within his chest. His pre-cum made me crazier for his cock and I continued to dig with my tongue into his piss slit and swirled my tongue under his foreskin and around his cock head. He was leaking like a tap and I couldn’t get enough. I looked up at his face, but he had his head tilted back towards the ceiling. He was gripping the stool with his free hand and I took it and moved it to the back of my head. I felt his thick fingers spread and hold my head in place.
I began to work his cock, trying to take as much as I could down my throat, but he was just too big. I remember being aware of my teeth and I tried as best as I could to keep them from scr****g him. His cock felt so thick in my mouth. While I continued to suck, I used my hands to stroke his body everywhere, but fingers were always drawn back to his exposed nipple. It was clearly wired to his dick and I could feel his cock surge in my mouth and throat. When I gagged - and I did - he would mumble sorry and pull out slightly. But I only worked harder to relax my gag reflex and push him deeper into my throat. I ran my mouth up and down the length of his shaft down to his balls. He must have just recently shaved them, because they felt incredibly big and smooth against my mouth and tongue. I tried to take both of his balls into my mouth at once, but it just wasn’t possible and I had to be satisfied with simply licking and sucking them and rolling them around in my fingers between sucks. He was moaning and mumbling “oh God,” under his breath. I was making love to his penis, worshipping it and him. I thrilled to running my hands over his muscled thighs. He began to flex his legs when he realized the pleasure it was giving me. We moved into muscle worship much later, but it was then that I think he realized the erotic power he had over me. He started to stroke the top and back of my head with his big hand.
He told me how good I was at sucking cock. When I moaned in response to his praise, he started quietly whispering where he wanted my mouth and hands. I loved his direction and it only made me want to pleasure him more. “Touch my balls”, he whispered and despite my hunger for his cock, I released it from my mouth and started to suck and lick his scrotum. I cradled those big milks cans in my hand and kissed them. I gave them big long licks and repeatedly tried to take both of them into my mouth. I nuzzled underneath his bag and licked down towards his crack and the base of his cock. He squeezed the back of my head and groaned. I could feel his balls start to rise up. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me with a dazed look on his face. “Please work the head”, he whispered. I started to suck his cock head again and worked my tongue underneath his foreskin. His cock head felt bigger in my mouth and harder. I looked into his eyes with my mouth stuffed full of his big penis. He gave me a shy grin and tilted his head back. He flexed his legs and whispered he was getting close. I sucked harder, digging into his piss slit and working his balls.
He took a firmer grip of the back of my head with his thick fingers spread open, like he was holding a ball in one hand. I looked up and he looked me directly in the eyes. “You are going to make me cum”, he hissed. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked his cock to the same movement as my head bobbing up and down. He increased the pressure on the back of my head holding it in place. I reached up and grabbed his nipple and twisted. He groaned and his entire body stiffened on the stool. I was struggling to breathe through my nose and not to gag when I felt the first convulsion of his cock in my throat. A second, a third and he released his hand from the back of my head. I slid his cock from my throat until just the head was in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. He was taking big deep breaths and I was in heaven working and milking every drop of his juice out of his cock. I couldn’t believe how much I was swallowing, but I wanted every drop. I continued to make love to his cock, listening as his breathing returned to normal. He looked down at me with a big smile on his face and his big rubbery cock slipped out of my mouth and hung between his legs. I returned his smile. I had cum in my jeans. “You better get me dressed”, he said.
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