Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 18:47:54 -0500
From: Vince <vindoesanything@hush.com>
Subject: Missionary Man 5

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Some people in your life have more profound influence on the person you
become than others. This is the story of the man who, in a lot ways, made
me who I am.


Missionary Man 5


We dropped Junior at his house. He got his fishing gear from the back but
left his cooler. I found out later the cooler contained two catfish. The
proof that covered our lie.

As Paul and I drove back in the dark, he asked, "So what do you think of
all this? Junior is cool isn't he?"

"Yeah, I never talked to him before really. I figured he'd think I was just
a stupid kid, but he's really nice. And really fun. You are too. It's like
you guys are still kids. Zeke even calls me a baby when I'm playing
pretend."

Paul chuckled and said, "You know I never thought of it that way, but you
are exactly right. You have a way with words little brother."

We got home long after everybody had gone to bed. No lights could be seen
in the house or the RV. Paul told me to come sleep in the RV and I gladly
followed. Paul surprised me when he whispered that we would sleep together
in the front bed.

We both removed all our clothes, a sensation so foreign to me but exciting
too. Paul climbed up and I followed. He spooned me. I didn't know what it
was called then but that's exactly how we slept that night.

I could feel the heat of Paul's body, especially his private area against
my butt, and shivered from the thrill.

Paul held me close and whispered in my ear, "We are going to love each
other forever. There's so much we are going to do that you will love. Just
remember, never tell anybody about our gift. You believe me, right? It is a
secret gift for real. And you don't have to feel dirty about any of it
right?"

I turned me head slightly and whispered, "I believe you. And no, the dirty
feeling went away the first time you gave me the spirit. I knew it was real
then."

I paused for a minute and then added, "But I do kinda like that it's a
secret. Is that okay? It feels good to have a special secret with you and
Junior too."

"Of course, it's okay." He told me. "I like that part, too. It makes it way
more fun when it's secret."

***** I woke the next morning with Paul kissing my neck and sucking lightly
on my earlobe. I noticed immediately that Paul's pecker was hard and
pressing against my butt and lower back. Mine was hard too.

"Mornin' little brother," Paul whispered.

I didn't reply but did notice that Mei and Isaac were in the back bed
asleep under the covers.

"I wish I could sleep with you every night." He continued.

"Wouldn't Mei get mad?" I said.

"Mei knows I've got special work to do. She married me to be my
helper. When we were first getting to know each other she was praying and
God told her she had to do everything I told her to do or else she wouldn't
get to go to Heaven."

"Really?" I asked.

"That's what she swears." He said.

Then he reached down and positioned his pecker so it poked right between my
legs under my balls. I looked down. Even this way it poked out 3 or 4
inches past mine. It was another new sensation that I found myself
enthralled by.

"My dick is bigger than most guys. Do you like it?" He asked.

"Yeah. There's no way mine will get that big."

"Well, you never know." He said. "But it doesn't matter. The greatest thing
about our wieners is that they make us feel so good. And that we can make
another guy feel good with theirs. It doesn't matter what they look like or
how big they are. They're all good because they give us better feelings
than any other part of our body. Some guys are jealous and want a huge
grown up pecker like mine, but you know what?"

"What?"

"My favorite kind is like yours is now. Still small and no hair yet. And
your balls are tight not hanging down like a grown up."

"Why is that your favorite?" I asked, thinking his logic was off.

"Well, that's when they are the most sensitive. The older you get the more
you use it. It still feels good but the years before you get hair feel the
best."

"Who first told you about being a prophet?" I asked.

"My Uncle Jack did when I was about your age. Maybe a little younger. But
when I got older and my parents died I stopped believing it for a while. I
was sad and didn't think God thought I was special because he let my mom
and dad die. But then your daddy got me believing again, so I started doing
the secret work again."

"Besides your Uncle, who was the first person you gave the spirit to?"

He chuckled and said, "Actually it was Junior."

"No way. Really?"

"Yep," he insisted. "I offered to babysit him the summer after I got done
with school. His parents worked and Junior had just finished
Kindergarten. He was on summer break but his folks weren't. I was just
starting to work around the church but they hadn't officially asked me to
be youth pastor, so I volunteered to do it for free as long as it was okay
if a couple of days a week, I could bring Junior to the church while I did
my work there."

I wanted to see a picture of Junior at that age. I think I wished I could
have somehow time-traveled and been there too.

"He was too young to explain about me being a prophet, so I just told him
it was our special secret until he was a year or so older. He was fine with
that. He was a neat kid and we got along right away. In fact, he was the
one who started the special stuff."

"Really?" I asked. "How did he do that?"

"Well you know how our church is real strict on dressing right and covering
up the right way or else it's a sin?"

"Yeah. Feels good in the winter but awful during the summer." I laughed.

"Well, Junior didn't like those rules at all. He wanted to run around in
his underwear or naked at the house. His daddy gave him a lot of spankings
over it. His folks warned me about it and to feel free to spank him if he
tried it with me. Well the first day I was watching him out at their place,
not five minutes after his folks left, he came into the living room in
nothing but his little red and blue underwear."

I laughed at that. I never dared to do that, but after the last few days of
spending time naked, I thought Junior was smart to know that early how dumb
those rules were.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I just looked at him and let him talk first. He told me he didn't like
clothes all the time and it felt good to not have them on. I asked him if
he could keep a secret and he said yes. Then I told him that I thought he
was right and wearing no clothes felt better. He was excited that I wasn't
going to enforce those rules like his parents did. I told him that when it
was just the two of us he could wear anything or nothing and I wouldn't
tell his parents. But I told him there was a catch. I told him he couldn't
tell his parents that I let him do it and he had to stop doing it around
them because that way they would let me keep being his babysitter. If they
knew I let him do it, they would get rid of me and get a babysitter who
wouldn't let him."

"He take the deal?" I asked.

"Right away. We spit and shook on it. He spent that day in his
underwear. He even went outside like that. We were playing with his trucks
on a dirt pile when he asked me why I kept my clothes on even though I
didn't like it. I told him I wanted to make sure he kept the secret
first. If he did then I would the next day. That wasn't really true
though."

"Why didn't you then? You forgot underwear that day didn't you?" I laughed.

"No actually it was another reason. I don't even know why I thought of it
but it occurred to me that if we both ended up naked he would see my hair
and be scared because I was different. I wanted him to think I was as much
like him as possible. So you know what I did?"

"What?"

"After your parents were asleep, I locked myself in the bathroom and shaved
all the hair off of me. Even my legs. I didn't shave my arms though because
they weren't really hairy and if a grown up happened to notice they'd think
I was crazy."

"For real?"

"Yep. I looked like a little kid with a big wiener. I actually loved it
that way. I do it every once and a while now, but it's a chore because you
get more hair the older you get."

"So the second day you stripped to your undies?" I questioned.

"Yeah. I went to Springfield once with your mom. We went to that big mall
and split up for a while. She was buying clothes and I think she was
uncomfortable with me going along. I went into a store that sells clothes
nobody down here wears. Like New York city clothes. Well in the men's
underwear section they had colored underwear. I'd never seen those
before. I only had white except when I was itty bitty. The colored ones
looked to me like ones for little boys but they were adult sized. I bought
two pair. One was bright yellow with green trim. The other pair was light
blue with white trim. I took them to a restroom after I bought them to get
rid of the bag. I folded them up small as I could and put one in each front
jean pocket. I hid them good when I got back to the house. I didn't want
your mom to find out."

"Yeah," I agreed. "She won't even let us leave the bathroom after a shower
without a shirt on. Tell me about the next day."

"His parents weren't out of the driveway when he stripped off to his undies
right there in the living room. He asked if I was too since he kept the
secret. So I kept to my word. I wore the yellow ones with green trim that
day. For a minute or so he kinda stared and checked me out. Then he went on
like normal. That afternoon he asked if I wanted to see his fort in the
barn. So we trekked across the grass to the barn, both wearing only our
underwear. I followed him as he climbed to the top of the hay bales. He, or
more likely his dad, had removed a perfect square of bales about 4 bales
deep. He hopped down and I followed. I told him how great it was. He asked
me if I wanted to know where the bathroom was in case I needed to pee. I
said yes and he laughed. He said anywhere. He peed anywhere in the fort
because it just went into the hay and nobody would know. Then he asked if I
needed to pee. I really think he wanted to see my pecker. But I didn't need
to. Then he says to me that he does but he wasn't going to go yet."

"He didn't want you to see his?" I figured.

"No, he said he liked to hold his pee as long as he could until he couldn't
hold it in any longer. I asked him why and he said because it feels real
good. Then he told me that his favorite was when he waited so long that the
pee made his wiener hard. I told him that was a good idea and I would have
to try it. He said let's do it now and bet me that he could go without
peeing longer than I could. I took the bet because he already had to go and
I didn't so I figured I'd win easily."

"Did you?"

"Nope. He could hold it in like it was a super power. We played in the fort
for two hours. I got a single bale to put in the middle as a pretend
table. I got the urge about an hour in. He climbed like a monkey and never
stopped talking. Finally I gave in and said he was the champ because I had
to go. I turned away from him to take my pecker out and pee but he came
around the side eager to watch. He asked me if I thought it felt really
good and I said yes. I was like a garden hose, so much was coming out so
fast. Then he did something cool. He reached out and put his hand in the
stream of pee. He told me he liked that feeling too. I finished and told
him he must have magic powers. Since he'd won, he said he was ready to go
to. He didn't turn away. He pulled his underwear all the way down to his
ankles in front of me. His little wiener was hard. He told me this was the
best because it took a long time to get started when it was hard and it
tickled the whole time. After a minute, he still hadn't started. Then he
told me I should let him pee on my hand because it was neat. I put my hand
out in front of him and the flow started immediately. His legs were shaking
and he was making funny noises. He told me it tickled so much that he could
feel it up in his tummy."

"It does feel good to pee in the morning when it's hard." I agreed. "Tell
me more about you guys."

"Some other time," he said. "Right now, I think the shows starting."

I was confused until I saw that he was looking at the back bed. Then I
looked and saw Mei with Isaac's pecker in her mouth. He was hard
instantly. Then Mei got on her back and pulled her knees up and wide
open. Isaac put his thing in and out of her for a few minutes then he got
the spirit and fell over beside Mei.

Paul said, "Let's get better seats."

We spooned on the back bed to the side of Isaac and Mei.

Mei ran her fingertip over Isaac's chest and slowly down his stomach. She
put it in her mouth again. At first, Isaac gasped like it hurt but when it
got hard again, they repeated what they did the time before. After the
second time, Mei said something to Paul in Phillipino.

"What did she say?" Isaac asked, gasping for breath.

"She said that you do it like a boy. Too soft. She thinks if you are a man
then you will do it really hard so it hurts her." Paul told him.

"I don't want to hurt her." Isaac replied.

"No, you don't get it. She likes it when it is really hard and it
hurts. She likes to feel like the man is overpowering her. Trust me. I've
done it really hard and she loves it."

Mei was running her fingertip over Isaac's chest again. She sucked him hard
once more and they assumed the previous positions.  Isaac went in and out a
couple of times when Mei said, "Hard. Hurt me."

So Isaac pushed his thing in her harder.

"No. Hard. Hurt me." Mei said.

Isaac pushed harder.

"No. Hard. Hurt me."

Isaac pushed harder.

"No. Please. Hard. Hurt me bad."

Isaac pushed harder and sternly said, "I'm going as hard as I can you
fucking chink whore!"

And then he got the feelings and fell over out of breath again.

Mei shook her head at Paul, disappointed.

"I can't go any harder." Isaac said.

"You want to though, huh? Now that you see that she likes it. You wish you
had super muscles and a 2 foot long pecker, don't you?" Paul asked.

"Yes. I do. I don't know why but I want to hurt her really bad."

"Come here," Paul said to Isaac as he slide down the bed.  He whispered in
Isaac's ear.

Isaac hesitated but then said to Mei, "Turn over and get on your knees like
a dog."

Mei did as he said.

I watched as Paul got the Vaseline out and rubbed some on Isaac's
thing. Isaac got hard again while Paul whispered in his ear.

Isaac got on his knees behind Mei. He rubbed the tip of his wiener on her
privates.

"You want it hard in your pussy?" Isaac asked her.

"Yes, please." Mei replied.

"Too bad, bitch," Isaac said.

Then instead of her privates like usual, he shoved his pecker in her
butthole as hard as he could.

It hurt Mei so bad she screamed. Paul shoved her head in a pillow to muffle
the sound. Isaac went in and out really hard a few times and got the
spirit.

As he did, he gasped repeatedly, "Fucking bitch. You fucking bitch."

He pulled his thing out and sat on the edge of the bed for a few
minutes. Then, without saying anything, he dressed and left.

Paul and I dressed and left too.

Mei never moved or even looked up from the pillow.