Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2010 16:09:14 +1000
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: Flowers for the church Part 1

We both joined at around the same time, both in our early teens and right
from the start it seemed as though we were to be nudged together, at church
functions we were always paired off, then the duets we sang, it seemed the
Elders were doing all they could to encourage our friendship.  She, well
she had those fresh open features and delicate profile, short cropped raven
hair contrasting with her milky pallor and naturally red lips, full and
trusting - loveliness that exuded innocence through wide green eyes - she
was purity personified in fact.  Me, this is more difficult, I was also
slenderly built but differed in other ways, my hair was pale gold where she
was dark, but my eyes were dark brown, an incongruous contrast, snub nose
and elfin chin.  When standing side by side in the choir, those unaware
would catch their breath, so I'm told - and we sang like angels.

A couple of years passed and changes took place, the Pastor and the Elders
began paying more and more attention to us.  Neither of us minded, we liked
each allot, which was just as well.  Sometimes on our long walks together,
our fingers would touch and both would blush....then we began to hold
hands.  That was nice, I felt close to her and felt able to exchange views
on spiritual matters as we walked, occasionally we'd glance at each other
and I'd see a sparkle in her eye.  But, somehow things weren't that
perfect, not for me anyway...you see I knew that others found her
attractive, very much so but I, well I sort of respected her too much to
think of her in....any of those ways.  Instead, there was this strange
feeling I got when Pastor Henry's young friend - the Reverend Fred -
pressed close as often happened in the choir stalls....and to my shame,
certain thoughts began.  So far I'd held things at bay with prayer, then
later, I tried cold showers too.  This helped.

I suppose we would have been about eighteen, neither of us wanted to
continue with our education at this stage and were wondering what to do.
So, we went and had a talk with Pastor, he didn't seem at all surprised
actually, in fact, all he did was ask if we were certain, then picked up
the 'phone.  After a short conversation it transpired that there was just
the opening for us...it would be a fine start.  A friend of his, well some
friends to be exact ran some quite large organisations involving the church
- in some way or another.  I did feel rather surprised but then he went on
to say that...he really felt that we should start with them....but, there
was one other thing, how long had we known each other?  We exchanged a look
and both vaguely mumbled "about 5 years".  Pastor thought for a while,
drummed his fingers on his desk then looked up at us.

"I think, I really do think, its time you two got married.  You see the
church has work for you, you can start next week if you like, and we can
find you somewhere to stay too BUT - you must be married, that would be
best in the eyes of the Lord and we certainly can't have you living
together in sin now, can we?"  He gave a dubious chuckle.

We looked at one another horrified, neither of us had dreamed of living in
sin - I think.  Then Pastor continued,

"Tell your parents, we'll set the date a month from now....the wedding to
be here of course and tell your folks not to worry, no expense because THIS
church looks after its flock and oh yes, if you visit Stratagem's in the
high street, they'll have something nice for the little lady's finger."

Slightly numb we confusedly thanked Pastor, bewildered by the speed of it
all we left his sanctum, hearing him pick up the 'phone again as we did so.
That was the beginning.

The wedding went off without a hitch, everything smoothly organised then -
off we went to one of the church's retreats for our honeymoon, a little
cabin up in the mountains, there we had absolute privacy, and the night's
were bliss, so peaceful - for once changed into our pyjamas we were now
free to cuddle each other to sleep just like in those romantic novels.
Then, it was time to start work....Pastor had been as good as his word too
for he'd somehow found us a little unit in a block of flats, he knew we
would settle in just nicely.

It was only a day or so before I met our nearest neighbour in the corridor
- why, it was Pastor's friend the Reverend Fred!  With a friendly wave he
greeted me, took me by the hand and then invited me in to his place.  Quite
happy and yes, rather excited to see him again I followed him in.  Oooh his
place was comfortable I thought, very well furnished too.  Anyway he sat me
down and offered me something to drink...what he gave me was lovely and
cool, it had a funny sharp tang to it that I enjoyed, it began to feel warm
in my tummy too.  After a while, the Reverend Fred asked me to come and sit
next to him on his couch, he had some church albums to show me. Nice and
relaxed now, I joined him and he opened a thick volume - these were early
youth groups at Summer camp he explained.  As he turned the pages, I began
to notice how the young lads seemed to be wearing less and less but
supposed it must have been a heat wave...and I was enjoying what I saw
anyway.  The Reverend Fred hesitated before going to the next page and then
I saw them, two boys of about my age I suppose, both lying back they had
their hands in each other's pants.  Nothing seemed wrong, for the Reverend
Fred continued, on the next page, one boy had playfully pulled down the
other's pants and....well, look how it was standing stiff and pointing!  By
now things were happening to me too, and I secretly hoped that the pages
would keep turning.  Now I felt it, the Reverend Fred had placed a hand on
my thigh, I felt myself shiver, then there was the next page, both boys
with pants off and lying side by side on their backs while they....both
held each other's thingummies.  Now I was really excited, I thought it was
probably somehow wrong the way all nice things are but I was swallowing
with excitement and my breathing was all funny.  Softly, I heard Reverend
Fred speak

"What do you think, do they look nice?  You can certainly see they're
enjoying it can't you, wouldn't it be nice to sort of...join in?  You now,
I've always thought, it would be lots of fun...to do things with you..."

His hand had undone my zip as I became engrossed in the latest picture, and
I felt his fingers stroking inside, without thinking I opened my legs for
him and...next I knew he had my thingummy out and was stroking it...oh it
was a lovely feeling and if the Reverend Fred was doing it, it must be
alright.  My face must have been flushed pink with excitement and I heard
him say

"Let's get those pants off you now, we can have so much more fun...just
watch what comes next, and here, I'll do the same just so we're evens!"

This was really comfortable now, stretched out beside the Reverend Fred
both half naked and stroking each other, I'd never felt anything half so
good and besides, in a sort of funny way, I'd always liked him - lots in
fact.  Here he was turning another page and....what....were they doing
here?  One was kneeling and in his mouth he'd taken - oh no - but look at
their faces.  The Reverend Fred was glancing at me, uncertain, I nodded and
before I realised it, his head was in my lap and the most lovely warmth
came over the top of my thingy, I could feel him as he sucked me too, I
wanted to make him know how much I was enjoying it so...I began to stroke
the top of his head, with both hands.  It didn't last though for he
straightened up and after a moment, slowly turned over another page...here
a lovely boy posed bent over a fence while behind him...goodness, a huge
man had poked his thingummy right up...no he couldn't have, the boy was
enjoying himself too, the smile on his face...something told me that this
was special...and I kept gazing...until...the Reverend Fred leaned close
and whispered

"That boy, he's not as beautiful as you but...he's making that man VERY
happy isn't he?  You can tell they're both enjoying it...and..they are both
in our church!  Just turn around a little...yes keep doing that to
me...oooh, just feeling them tells me, you would be lots and lots of fun,
so firm, round...and smooth...just stay there and I'll get something."

I wondered what it was he was fetching but looking at the picture, soon
forgot for I was now very excited indeed, could I be that boy, could the
Reverend Fred be that man...could I make him happy like that?  I wanted to,
oh yes and when I heard his voice behind me I shuddered

"Yes, I think you are suited to the Lord's work, now let me apply this
blessed unction, in there, like that....nice and deep now, oh yes....and
can you bear a little pain for the Lord?  Then there are the rewards to
follow...now bend, here, just like that...just imagine you are the boy on
that fence...and relax yourself in prayer, yes, you MUST relax!"

I wanted to be the boy on that fence, oh yes so when it began, I didn't
mind the hurt...but what a strange place to do it ....he was putting his
thing in me - there!  Yes, it hurt, but I knew how to relax while I prayed
and, in it went bit by bit, while I felt the Reverend's hands clasping my
hips...I felt so wanted, so needed now that I felt my prayer was already
working and suddenly, he stopped.  I felt full to bursting, it was still
hurting but in another sort of way and I heard a muttered "Hallelujah!"
from behind.  I began to feel really nice, the Reverend began to stroke my
inside in and out with his thingummy, he took his time though and I think
it must have been nice for him - I was still bent over looking at that
picture and could imagine what sort of sight I would be too, as I enjoyed
the page I noticed it...the warm feeling as he pushed up and in each
time...and I liked it when he pulled nearly out too, I worried he'd come
out completely but no, in he slid once more, up - up...and no more pain now
either...so I began to move my bottom around a bit just to feel it
differently...oh yes, I could get quite used to this...I didn't mind at all
and if the Lord was happy with it why...I whimpered with unexpected
pleasure..hearing me the Reverend Fred breathed

"Oh Lord, what a lovely boy, so beautiful, just made for this...oh
joy....let me make it last...."

We settled down then and did it together quiet for a while until, something
happened and I started to quiver.  The Reverend Fred cupped his hand over
my thingummy, waves of lovely feeling swept over and I heaved, something
squirted from me into his hand, again, then again - behind me the Reverend
began to shake too, shudder and shove deep - where he held it, as he did so
I felt warmth deep inside.  Standing rigid he stood there for ages, then I
felt him slowly slide out and then tissues were produced to take care of
the amazing mess.  I was uncertain what to do next but the Reverend took
over, pulling me over he sat and perched me upon his knee, running hands up
and down my body he said lots of nice things, how he knew I'd enjoyed it -
as much as he had - that we would be having lots more joy together from now
on and that, yes, we must share the Lord's pleasure for he just knew, not
only the Elders but even the Leaders (I had NEVER even met one!) would like
to meet me for spiritual refreshment but meanwhile, I was to tell no one,
not even my wife because this was to be a special ritual and only to be
shared among the chosen!

That night, happy and sore, I snuggled close to my wife - I couldn't tell
her of course why I was so satisfied - but before I fell into blissful
sleep I prayed, prayed that soon she too might in some special way be asked
to serve the Lord and through that, gain great joy also, for in my memory I
still felt those lusty thrusts as my body embraced that glorious instrument
of the Lord!