Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 17:06:00 -0600
From: TH
Subject: the pastor

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WHO KNOWS
	well, lets see.  I guess I'd better catch up a bit first.
	I told you that I thought cameron was too old to get it up, well I
was wrong.  And he made me feel real good when he called that little dong
of mine a cock, at least until I looked at it later.
	But then, I guess you're here to hear about the pastor, aint ya.
	well, he wasn't really a pastor at all, just the preacher of one of
them traveling carnivals they call a revival. OH, it was a good one. They
even carried a choir with them, had their own tents 'n everything.  Kinda
like they moved in and built their own little settlement on the edge of
ours.  I thought they just stayed until the people stopped donating money,
but maybe I was wrong there.
	I never heard just what the preacher's name was, so I'll call him,
oh, chuckie sounds good, 'n carl was the boy who told me the story.  I
should charge you for this too, 'cause I had to pay the brat for each
installment.
	well, the boy, carl was going to summer school that year, 'n he
walked past my house several times before I got the idea to walk along with
him as I went to the park. The second time, I had a muffin and I shared it
with him. Then the next time it was a candy bar. Every day something that
kids like, 'n he'd show up and wait for me.
	Then one day he asked for some money, needed it for his lunch, he
said.  I gave it to him, but the next day I told him that he should be
earning it.
	"how " ?
	" well, you can do lots of things".
	"No I can't.  If I'm late for class, they'll tell my mom ".
	"Ok. Then it'll be something quick then. How about that ".
	"unhh, Ah, Ookkay.  But I don't wanna do anything messy "
	"Messy "?, I guess you know me well enough to figure out what I
thought he was referring to. " Why no, we won't get messy.  Tell you what,
you set down here and I'll ask you some questions and you give me answers,
then you take the money you've earned and go on ".
	He liked that idea, from the bright smile and the way he settled
himself on the park bench.
	" Well, how old are you "?
	" I'm ten, but I'll be eleven pretty quick ".  So I handed him a
quarter
	" Do you like girls "?
	" NO, not much ". and I handed him a quarter
	" What's your favorite class in school "?
	" Unhh, study hall, 'cause we get to goof off there ". and there
went a quarter
	Seventy five cents was all he needed for the lunch, but just to
give him something extra I asked him one more, " Do you take a gym class "?
	" Unhuh, but we play soccer on tuesdays and thursdays ".  And
taking my last quarter he dashed off to his school, leaving me in a mood
that made the day with the old farts seem boring.
	The next day he was there again, but I was in a mellow mood so the
questions were just generic like, and it was about the middle of the next
week when I started to try to find out things. I asked him if he liked
soccer, and he said he did. then I remarked that he must be pretty good at
it, 'n he said no, and a little later I got him to admit that he just liked
taking the shower afterward. Of course I teased him a bit about liking to
look at the other boys naked and he admitted it.
	Over the next few days I got him to tell me all about the other
boys, how big they were, who had the biggest dick, and he told me the names
of those boys who were getting hairs, but I couldn't remember them.  When I
asked him if he had hairs I already knew the answer, but it was the last
question for that day, 'N i'd already learned the if I asked a personal
question, I'd get a real cute smirk with the answer.
	I didn't see him for a couple of days then, and there he was on
friday.  well, I guess it made me anxious, because right away I asked him
if his dick was growing any, then I asked him if it got hard sometimes, 'n
then I asked if he played with it, 'n then i asked him if he jerked off
any, That made the four questions for the day, but I wanted one more and I
asked if he played with any one else's.
	 Then just before he took off, I asked if he'd tell me next time
about the times he'd played with someone else's, and I sure got a wicked
little smirk for that, but he left without the quarter.
	Now saturdays, I sometimes don't go to meet the guys at the
park. Too much hustle and bustle for me.  So I was setting out back when I
hear this beating on the front. Me being fat and lazy, 'n not wanting to
talk to any one any way, I just hollered.
	So here comes carl walking kinda gingerly around the corner, kinda
like he's scared of me today. Well it made me feel bad, seeing him that
way, so I got up and tossed the cushion down on the grass for him.  It was
a nice warm day and he was dressed for it too. Just running shorts and
tennies, the kind of shorts with the cut up the side and real loose leg
holes. With him setting indian style, knees spread and his feet under him,
I was getting quite a show.
	Well he didn't say any thing, so neither did I. He knew I was
looking and I think he was enjoying showing off to me too.
	When he did say some thing, it was as how he needed some money to
go to the arcade. I asked him how much and he answered about five bucks. I
thought it was a lot and said so, but he insisted he needed that much. Then
I told him that it'd be a lot of questions and he said he didn't mind, and
he willingly came inside to talk.
	" So, last time you told me that you played with other boys
dingees".
	"No I didn't, just one boy ".
	OH, sorry, is there only one then ".
	"Yeah, just bobby ".
	So then I used up most of the twenty questions asking about this
bobby. How old he was (13), how big (bigger), did he have hairs (he did),
did bobby play with carl's dick (he did}, where, when, how, every thing but
why, since I already knew that.
	The time went by fast and about the end I thought to ask how they
got started, you know, just kinda slipped it in.
	He said, " When we got baptized, me 'n bobby were sittin in the
water waiting for the preacher, 'n bobby was behind me, 'n we were naked
like the preacher told us to do, 'n I could feel his bone, 'n I pushed it
away but then I held on 'n bobby liked it 'n I did too" .  So this was a
bonus for me, all that for just one answer.
	I thought I'd try again, " Why did the preacher tell you to be
naked ?.
	" Well, it was because so he could bless all the parts of us, all
us kids had to be naked when he did it.  'N he'd bless our head, 'n then
the chest , 'n then the other parts too ".
	" HUH, I've never been blessed before, How did he do it anyway ?.
	" Oh, he'd just put his hand on the part of you and rub it while he
said this thing and then go to the next thing, "N you know what, bobby
still had a bone when the preacher got to that part, 'n the preacher
blessed it real good too. Bobby said it felt real good and he asked the
preacher about it and the preacher said he could come get it blessed
anytime he wanted ".
	"Did he do it "?
	"what"?
	"Go get it blessed again "?
	"Yeah, we both did. Lots of times. 'n now the preacher is gone,
bobby lets me do it for him and he does it for me ".
	"Well that's about enough for this time, but before you go, tell me
how you guys do it ".
	"Oh, we do it at his place. In his room. We take our clothes off,
'n then I do his head and then his chest ,'n then his thing, but I don't
know the words so I just mumble kinda. He said that if I am on my knees for
the last part it works better, and when I'm done he does me ".
	"then you just get dressed "?
	"Nnooo, well sometimes we do. Some times we do other stuff too ".
	" Like what "?
	"Well, sometimes he lays down and bless it again, and then I kiss
it or suck it. But I don't let him watch. I make him close his eyes or I
won't do it ".
	We had a lot of talks that year, almost up until christmas.  I
learned a lot about what it's like growing up in todays world, and going to
school now. This was a few years back, and carl is getting grown up now. He
doesn't offer to tell me things any more and I don't ask I feel real
"blessed" that he shared so much with me and we're still friends.  I don't
want it to change !!!