Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 09:34:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: iku_iku227@aol.com
Subject: Church Boy pt. 1

Church boy

I found myself in this old, very familiar place from my past. A place I had
not been to for quite some time. As soon as I walked in I could hear the
sweet sound of the piano keys blaring, and the even sweeter sound of a
voice that filled the air so perfectly. I walked up to him. He hadn't
noticed me standing there. He was still singing and playing his heart
out. His eyes were closed, I could tell he was lost deep in song. An oh too
familiar feeling. Then he opened his eyes and saw me standing there. He was
shocked at my presense, and even more at the enthusiastic applause I gave
him. "Oh wait, wait aren't you.... Oh my god. I love your music man." he
blurted out all in one frantic breathe. He got up from the piano fumbling
to shake my hand.

"Thanks man, you pretty good yourself." I responded to the somewhat star
struck kid. He looked to be maybe 19 or 20. Not much younger than me, but I
could tell he hadn't experienced much, especially not outside of the
church. He had a real manish look about him though. Sort of rough, thugish;
but I knew he was nothing but a church boy.

"So what are [You] doing here", he asked me. Just then my dad walks
in. Bishop Robert T. Clark II. I was the III. But I go by Rob T now; you
may have heard of me. I guess I'm a somewhat famous guy. A singer, an
actor, I won a grammy or two; but here in this place, none of that
mattered.

"Hey dad." I said as the kid stood in shock; finding out that I was the not
so beloved son of his Pastor. My dad and I werent exactly on speaking
terms. I think its been maybe five years since I've actually seen the old
man. But I figured there's no better time than now to reconnect with my old
man. "Well Bishop aren't you gonna give your son a hug."

"Oh I didn't know I had a son anymore. Arent you that famous sinner, I mean
singer. What is it Rob T." My dad said cutting me deep with his words as he
left the room. Its been years and he still hasn't forgiven me for leaving
the church to pursue my music. All my life my dad pressured me, and pushed
me, and groomed me to become a Pastor like him, and his dad before him. But
I had bigger dreams than what lied in the church. And at only 26 I've
managed to make all dreams become reality. I just wish I had my dad, or any
of my family to enjoy it with.

"You the Bishop's son? I didn't even know he had a son. And it turns out
that you're Rob T." The kid was going on and on, like what he had just saw
was a happy father and son moment. " Oh man I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go
on like that. It's just that I never thought I'd ever meet you..... You
good?"

"Its cool man. You shouldn't have had to see that anyway." I said quickly
changing the subject back to something lighter, his singing. "Dude you got
a dope voice. Ever think about recording." The kid who I'd come to find was
named Mike, was more than dumbfounded. He said he never thought he get to
meet me. But I bet he damn sure never thought I'd hear him sing, and offer
to record him. I gave him my card. "If you're interested, hit me up. You
def need to be in somebody's studio...." "Oh and I'm having a party
tonight. Why don't yo swing through." I wrote my address on the back of the
card. Then gave the kid a little pound on the chest and headed out. "Make
sure you come thru tonight."

My parties were epic. I had a nice little manson up in the hills
overlooking LA. When I threw a party [which was quite often] everybody
showed up. All the A list actors, and musicians, and the models. You could
always expect to find my place full of half naked models running around. I
mean I had endless bottles, seeing that I was the face of a luxury
vodka. Not to mention the other little special treats I used to have lying
around my place.

Well tonight though, I was feeling kinda down after seeing my pops. So I
made sure the party was smaller, more intimate. All that were really
invited were my main crew; five or so guys; some you might have heard
of. And a few chicks, that I knew would keep my spirits up, amung other
things.

It was maybe midnight when Mike showed up. We were all in the pool having a
great time, and Mike was just sitting there nursing a brew, looking more
than out of place. "Dude won't you get in." I yelled out to him. He tried
to give some half assed excuse that he didn't have a suit."Man don't worry
about that." I got out of the pool and grabbed Mike and led him in the
house and up to my room. "Dude go ahead and pick one." I pointed him to my
dresser that had all my bathing suits in it. He fumbled around the dresser
for a minute, then pulled out these little white speedo joints I usually
liked to wear when there were a lot of really bad chicks running around the
house.

"Man thats all you got." He said, obviously way too shy to ever sport a
suit like that. I wish I had more options for him. But hey speedos work for
me. And besides the trunks I was wearing, all my other bathing suits were
small and tiny, and built to give everybody the show they wanted to see
anyway.

"Man you know what, gimme those." I grabbed the speedos, took off the
trunks I was wearing, and handed them to Mike. He was more than shocked and
embarrassed now. He never thought he'd be standing here in a famous
singer's house; yet along getting to see my soft 7" swing back and forth
right in front of hime. He tried to look up, as not to stare, but he knew
he wanted to look. "Man whats with the shy shit. You never been in a
lockerrroom before?" I said standing there naked. Then I started pulling
Mike's shirt off over his head. The kid actually had a pretty nice
body. Not very toned but solid, and strong natural muscles. Nowhere near
the gym rat I was, but a nice shape all the same. I let him undress the
rest of the way on his own. As I was slipping my suit on and adjusting my
dick; Mike was slipping his pants and underwear down. Turning his back to
me, like a shy little kid in a lockerroom. I was surprised though to see
how phat his ass was. I had never seen a guy with such a phat ass. He was
rivaling half the girls we had left back in the pool. He quickly slipped my
already worn and wet trunks on, and we made our way back down to the
pool. Mike hadn't drank more than a beer since he'd been here, so I made
him take a few shots before we went back outside, and a hit from the blunt
I was smoking. He damn near choked. He was definately a church boy. I
remember when I used to be just like him.

When we got back to the pool mostly everybody was gone. There were just two
topless girls in the jacuzzi making out and one of my homeboys stalking
them from the pool. He was more of a groupie himself, then my actually
friend. Mike and I walked over and joined the girls. The groupie guy must
have got the hint, because it wasn't long before he was gone too. The rest
us just hung out in the jacuzzi. Mike and I both making out with a girl of
our own. Only stopping when they wanted each other again. It was getting
really hot in there, and I'm not talking about just the water. At one point
after the girls finished kissing they attempted to get me and Mike to kiss
each other. I mean it didn't bother me any. It wouldn't have been my first
time ever kissing a guy. I was no stranger to that. But I could tell the
idea of it made Mike more than a little uncomfortable. The way he was
making out with the girls, I could tell he had barely had much experience
with females, yet along kissing a guy.

"No, no man I'm cool." Mike tried to get out of it. The girls sighed in
disappointment. One thing I hated more than anything was to see a pretty
girl disappointed. And here we had two. I moved in closer to Mike, grabbing
the back of his head. I forced our lips together. At first he resisted,
then he opened his mouth and let my Vodka soaked tongue in. We made out
like two horny curious sorority girls. Rubbing one another's manly bodies
and exchanging saliva from mouth to mouth. We were kissing for what seemed
like forever. When out lips finally parted, we noticed the girls had made
their way back over to the pool. Mike now more envigorated and loosened up,
jumped up and headed after the girls. Finding one of them and burying his
tongue deep in her mouth, giving her some of my saliva. I stayed in the
jucuzzi and watched them for a moment, while I finished off my blunt; then
joined them. For the next few hours, deep into the night, we all frolocked
around in my pool. Often taking liberties with each other's
mouths. Somewhere around 3 or 4am we all ended up passed out in my bed.

At around 5am I awoke with the erge to piss. I made my way to the bathroom
in a drunken haze. After relieving myself, I came back to the bed and
noticed the girls were gone. But I was too drunk to care. Mike though, was
still there passed out, and naked. I had just noticed that I was naked
too. Mike was laying on his stomach, his bare, slightly hairy, man ass was
sticking straight up. It looked so beautiful, so phat, so round. I don't
know what was coming over me. But between the weed I had been smoking all
night, the multiple shots I had had, and the sexually energy that had been
floating around all night; I was in an erotic haze. My dick started growing
at an incredible pace. The lack of blood in my head only intensified my
haze. I climbed into the bed and between Mikes legs. Then grabbed a hold of
the juicy mounds. Mike didn't move or make a sound. As if it would deter me
anyway. Then I began softly placing kisses on the small of Mike's back,
just above his ass. After a few kisses, my tongue took over. I started
spreading his ass cheeks and slowly running my tongue up and down the
crevice. Mike still didn't move an inch. I went further into my haze. Soon
my tongue was pressed against his tight little rosebud. I licked it with my
wet tongue until it began to open and invite me in. I began to dart and
lick in and out of Mikes hairy little hole. He still didn't make a move or
a sound. I Then began to kiss a trail up his strong back, till my body flat
against his. My dick sandwiched between his phat ass cheeks. My lips
pressed against his neck and strong shoulders. He still didn't move. So I
led my now rock hard 10" up to his wet and waiting hole. I didn't want him
to sleep threw this so I licked his neck, just below his ear. He slightly
jerked, but he wasn't awake yet. So I got more aggressive and bit his ear
lobe. He let out a little moan, opened his eyes and looked back directly
into mine. He whispered "What are you doing Rob." I leaned into him and
found his lips again, and then his neck as I entered his back door. He
screamed in pain, but just laid there and allowed me in. I pushed deeper
into him and soon his screams of pain became cries of pleasure. I licked
his neck one last time before I started easing slowly out of him, bringing
both he and myself to our knees with ever inch I retreat. His strong young
back pressed against my chest, my left hand resting on his stomach, pulling
him into me. Then with intensity I began thrusting my dick deep up into
him. His screams return. My right hand finds his throat as both my thrusts
and his screams become harder and more intense. I again lick his neck, then
push him down on all fours. He grunts seductively. My left hand still on
his stomach, pulling him to me as I thrust my hard dick into his phat
ass. With my left hand I force him to arch his back. His hole opens up more
to me. I then began fucking him merclessly. I stand up and push his head
into a pillow. I began dicking him long and deep. His screams and grunts
become an almost femine moan of pleasure. I send my seed deep into the
depths of his church boy soul. He moans my name over and over as load after
loud of my sinner's cum seep deep inside him. I callapse on his sweatly
hard back. Then grab hold of his ear lobe with my teeth, until he turns his
head to face me. He looks deep into my eyes. And our lips meet again. Never
saying a word I just lay there on top of him, my dick still buried in the
depths of his hole. We both pass out again.