Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2005 04:51:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fundamental Principals

Fundamental Principals
by
Sin Titulo

	I was having a conflict in my life over my apparent
sexuality.  I have a fiance, and we are talking about
a wedding date, but when we petted on her couch, I
found my imagination was providing a different sort of
sexual stimulation.  We had agreed that we would
abstain from actual sex involving penetration, since
our church forbade it before marriage.  We both
thought of ourselves as good christians and were
strong Southern Baptists.  My girl's father was a
deacon in our church, and her older brother had gotten
the calling and was attending  Seminary, intent on
becoming a preacher.
	I have lost track of how many times I went home to my
apartment after a pettiing session with her and played
with myself until I had a climax.  I know it is
something I'm not supposed to do, but sometimes the
pressure in my privates is just too much to bear.  I'm
not proud of doing it to myself, but then I'm
definately not proud of the thoughts I have while I'm
doing it either.  I had decided I had to talk to the
preacher of our church about the things going on in my
mind and body.  I called for an appointment with him,
and he told me to stop by the church after work.
	I work in the local hardware store, mixing paint for
customers.  The town has a population of around
thirty-five thousand, and still has a bit of a farm
town atmosphere, but it is beginning to change as
developers have started building housing that sells
cheaper than it does in the suburbs of Atlanta.   I
noticed they had started offering precooked food at
the super market for those people that live in  our
town but have to commute to work in the city.  The
locals would never think of not cooking their own.
	I was nervous when I pulled into the empty church
parking lot.  I had no idea how I could even bring up
the real subject I needed to talk to the precher
about, but since it was keeping me on edge, and
sleepless, I knew I had to find a way.  I rang the
doorbell at the side entrance which was near to the
Preacher's office, and after a moment, I heard
footsteps coming down the hall to let me in.  When the
door opened, I expected to see the preacher, but the
man that opened the door, was unfamiliar to me.  I
told him I had an appointment, and he grinned and said
I'd have to be satisfied with seconds.  I puzzled over
his words, but he let me in and then left, closing the
door behind him as he did.
	The hall was only partially lighted, and dim, but I
knew where the preacher's office was located, and
headed that way.  When I got to the door, I knocked.
	"Come in!"  The preacher's voice was full of
athority.  I tried the knob, and the door opened.  The
preacher was in his private restroom with the door
open, washing his hands.  His face looked a little
flushed, but he smiled over his shoulder at me, and
pulled a towel off a rack to dry himself with.  He
also ran the towel over his face before dropping it on
the floor in the bathroom and closing the door.  He
told me to take a seat in one of the two upholstered
chairs opposite his large wood and marble desk.
	"So John, what's on your mind?  You're not having
second thoughts about marrying that little girl of
yours are you?"  He leaned back in his chair studying
me.  I was surprised that he'd put his finger on my
dilema so quickly, and swallowed nervously.
	"Actually sir. . ."
	"Why don't you call me Allen.  That's my given name."
	"Yes sir. . .Allen, I mean. . .I have been having
second thoughts about it."
	"It's only normal son.  You have had your freedom up
until now, and marriage represents a commitment to a
different life.  Things you will have to give up."
	"I know all that sir. . .but . . .uh. . ."
	"Come on son, you can tell me anything.  What ever
you have to say will stay right in this room.  That I
promise."
	"Well, I. . .it's hard to talk about what's going on
in my mind.  My thoughts are confused right now.  I
don't know what I want for certain.  I can't even be
sure I love Betty that much."  I shocked myself having
said it.  "I mean I do love her, but maybe not enough
to spend the rest of eternity with her; you know?"
	"I think I understand.  I'd say you were having a bad
case of cold feet about this girl."
	"Girls."  I said it quietly, and dropped my head
ashamed.  I don't think he heard me say it, because he
had started to clear his throat just at that instant.
He excused himself, and went back into the bathroom,
and spit into the toilet.  When he returned, he was
all business.
	"What you need to do, is go into the church, and pray
for guidence.  He's a better help in this than me.
The door's open, and there are some light switches
just inside on your left as you go in.  I'll be here
working on my next sermon until about seven.  If you
haven't found your path by then, I'll come and get
you."  With a completely unsatisfied feeling, I got up
from my seat, and started for the door.
	"Well,"  I said, turning to face him at the door.  "I
think I'll get on home tonight.  I can pray there as
well as here."
	"Suit yourself."  He stood up and reached across his
desk, offering to shake hands.  I stepped back across
the room and took his in mine and we shook briefly.  I
turned to leave, and he said; "Don't do anything I
wouldn't do."
	In the parking lot, the man I'd met coming out of the
church, was leaning against my front fender.  I walked
up, watching him, wondering what he might want, since
he was obviously waiting for me.  He was tall, and
besides being a stranger, had a funny air about him he
was wearing jogging shorts and a muscle shirt and
running shoes.  Earlier I'd caught a whiff of some
aftershave he was wearing, and now I smelled it again.
 He offered his hand to me, and not knowing what to
do, I shook it.
	"Say sport, would you mind giving me a lift back to
my place? I live in Marywood," he named one of the new
developments built for the commuters.  "The Rev picked
me up in the park over there, and my car is still
parked in the lot behind my house."
	I'd only driven past the entrance to Marywood before,
and agreed to take him home.  On the way, he told me
his name was Bill W.  He worked in Atlanta, for a
brokerage house, what ever that was, and that he was
taking a little time off from his job to keep from
burning out.  I wondered what kind of boss would let
an employee do such a thing, but decided it was way
over my head.  I followed his directions to his house,
and when we entered the development, he invited me in
for a drink.
	I told him I didn't drink alcohol, because it was
against my religion, but he said he had a coke or two,
if I didn't mind him taking a Scotch and soda.  I told
him it was his life, and we went up the walk to his
front door.  He kept his house key on a leather thong
around his neck, so as not to lose it he said.  I
asked him how he knew the Reverend, since he was not a
member of the church that I knew of.
	"I just met him this afternoon.  I was out for a jog
in the park, and the Rev stopped me to ask directions,
and we got to talking, and he invited me back to the
church."  I knew the Revrend was always recruting new
members to the congregation, but it seemed a bit far
fetched that he would stop a jogger in the park and
talk him into coming back to the church to talk about
joining.  It puzzled me while he got our drinks.  He
told me to make myself comfortable in his living room,
so I sat down on his leather couch, and picked up a
handfull of magazines to look through that were laying
on his coffee table.  The top three were business
related, and I figured he needed to keep abreast of
things for his job.  The fourth one however shocked me
totally. it had a photo of a giant penis totally hard,
on the cover.  The lurid colors, were exciting and I
saw the title of the magazine was Inches.  I dropped
the stack back on the table as he came back into the
room with our drinks.  Inches, had slid out of the
rest, and was clearly visible on the table top.
	"See anything you like?  He handed me my drink, and
sat down beside me.  I blushed.  I took a swallow of
soda, and promptly choked as it went down the wrong
pipe.  Bill slapped me on the back.
	"I didn't mean to be nosey," I finally managed.
	"Not at all.  Don't worry about it.  Does it shock
you?"  He picked up the issue of Inches, and flipped
through the pages.  I couldn't help looking at the
photos as they flipped past.  Finally he closed it
again, and laid it on the table.  "If you would like
to take it with you, consider it as payment for the
taxi service home from the church.  I'm through with
it anyway."  I thought about it for a moment, and then
nodded my head that I'd like that.  He picked it up
again, and then went to a book case against the wall,
and pulled out several more.
	"I'm through with these too.  You can have them if
you want.  I have a subscription."  I looked
embarassed, but he smiled.  "I'll put them in a paper
sack for you so the neighbors won't see.  I was
relieved, and nodded my head again.  I was at a loss
for words, but his next statment was a total shock.
	"The ol' Rev is some kind of cocksucker isn't he?"
	"What?"  I couldn't believe my ears.
	"I said, he can suck a mean cock; can't he?"
	"The pre. . .pre. . .preacher?"  I was stammering.
	"Yeah.  He picked me up in the park, and took me to
his office and sucked me for over an hour.  He's damn
good at it too.  I must have edged a dozen times
before he let me blow my load down his throat."  I
gulped soda, and started coughing again.  The
preacher?  My mind was racing like a stick shift in
neutral and the peddle to the metal.
	"Shit, I would have killed him if he hadn't let me
blow it down his throat when you rang his doorbell.
He swallowed it like the cocksucker he is, and told me
to get out that he'd forgotten you were coming by to
see him."    I sat there with my mouth hanging open.
	"You didn't know; did you?  I thought you were one of
his regulars.  You are gay aren't you?"  I stammered,
but could say nothing.  "You set my gaydar off the
second I saw you bud.  If you haven't had a gay
experience yet, you've certainly been daydreaming
about it haven't you?"  I just stared at him.  This
was the conversation I'd wanted to have with the
Reverend.  My ears were burning with embarassment, and
I was totally dumbfounded.
	"Don't worry yourself guy.  Your secret is safe with
me.  I've known about myself since I could get it up.
I like boys, I like men, and I like them in all
shapes, sizes, colors and sexual persuasions.  Have
you ever had an experience with another man?"  I shook
my head.
	"How old are you anyway?"  My voice came back in a
croak.
	"Twenty-four."
	"So you've been thinking you were into pussy all this
time?"  I nodded.
	"What's changed, that you think you might be gay?"
	"I'm engaged to be married.  I'm having thoughts
about other men instead of about my fiance."  I felt I
could tell Bill this without worrying about it too
much.  He seemed so open.
	"That's an old story.  So what's the deal?"
	"Well, we've been engaged really since we were in
highschool together.  We decided to wait about getting
married until I had a good job, and could support a
family.  She wants four kids at least.  We also agreed
that we would remain virgins for each other until our
wedding night."  Bill whistled through his teeth.
	"Man, I'll bet your nuts are driving you crazy about
now.  No wonder you are having fantasies about getting
off with men.  It's pretty much accepted that same sex
relations don't count in a lot of people's minds.
They are viewed as experimental, or a passing phase.
You've heard that before haven't you?"  I nodded,
remembering a conversation my mother had had with my
aunt about her nephew who had moved to Atlanta, and
was living with a man.  They both had called his
actions a phase.
	"So I take it you visit to the preacher was not for a
blow job?"  I ducked my head again, and then shook it
side to side.  "You want one now?"  I looked at him
with widened eyes.  I could feel my penis growing in
my pants.  His tone of voice was so matter of fact, I
didn't know how to take it.  Was he kidding?  If I
said yes, which I wanted to, would I burn in hell
forever?  But then the thought crossed my mind; if the
preacher was a cocksucker; where was he going to be
spending eternity?  I felt myself nodding at him.
	"Well, stand up and drop your pants.  I'll set on the
couch, because I don't want to get carpet burn on my
knees."  He took my hand, and pulled me up.  I stood
there awkwardly watching him as he dropped his jogging
shorts exposing his beautiful penis, which was about
half hard.  "I hope you don't mind, but I like to
stroke off when I'm sucking cock.  Come on, drop your
pants."  He tugged at my belt buckle, and without
thinking, I started to help him.  In a moment, he had
my pants and briefs down around my ankles, and was
examining my seven inches of hard penis.
	"Nice," he said, and licked the head.  I shivered,
and a drop of clear liquid emerged from my tip.  He
licked it off, and the next thing I knew, he had my
full length in his mouth, and was moaning around me.
The vibations in his throat from his moans was more
excitement than  thought I could bear.  I tried to
pull out of his mouth, but he turned on some heavy
suction, and the next thing I knew, I was having a
climax in his mouth.  He started moaning louder, and
swallowing my sperm.  I had a fleeting thought that
this was one baby my future family would be without.
	After a few moments, I grew too sensative to stay in
his mouth, and he finally let me pull my softened
penis out of his face.  He leaned back on the couch,
and was stroking his large penis with his left hand.
It was bigger than mine by at least an inch and a
half, and had a lot of the clear liquid oozing out of
his large purple head.  I stood there without my pants
on and watched him stroking himself slowly.
	"You came pretty damn quick.  I didn't have time to
get off myself.  I know I already came once today in
the Rev's throat, but I could use another go at it.
You game to try?"  He waved his big penis at me.  I
hardly knew what possessed me as I dropped to my
knees, and reached for his hardness.  "Yeah baby, take
it in you mouth."  I felt his large purple head enter
my mouth in a daze.  I licked, and found the taste of
the clear liquid was pleasant on my tongue.  I applied
some suction, and he humped into my mouth a little,
trying to get more of himself into me.  I tried to
open up more, and finally he sighed and pushed his big
shaft deeper.  I had to swallow, and when I did, I
felt like I'd swallowed a plumb whole and started to
gag.  My reflexes demanded I pull back, but his big
hands on the back of my head refused to let me.  I
swallowed again, and he slipped deeper.  I began to
sweat and struggle to breathe through my nose.  He
held me tight, but then stood up and pushed me down
onto the couch so we had switched positions.  He held
my head in his hands, and began fucking into my face,
gaining an inch with each thrust of his naked pelvis.
Finally, with tears streaming down my cheeks, he hit
bottom.  I could feel his big balls touching my chin,
and somehow realized what an accomplishment I had
managed with my first experience sucking cock.  I was
sweating profusely, and trying to gag.  My eyes were
streaming tears, but I was beginnig to enjoy this big
hunk of man in my throat.  I tried to bob on him a
little, but he held me tight.  I moaned trying to tell
him I wanted to suck, but he wouldn't let me.
Finally, I gradually relaxed, and my breathing got a
little easier.  When he thought I was ready, he began
to fuck my face.  Slowly at first, but as his need
grew, his speed of thrusting increased.  I found
myself getting hard again, and soon started stroking
my own cock to his strokes in and out of my throat.
	I don't know how long this went on, but he came close
several times, but always managed to back down from
his climax.  I got into it with him, and felt my own
sperm rise, only to back down when I pushed my
stiffness down hard between my legs.  When he finally
began to talk to me about coming, I was more than
ready.  He increased his stroke speed, and I did the
same, until my fist over my shaft must have been a
blur.  He was fucking me hard, banging his big ball
sack against my chin until I thought they would burst.
 Finally, he grunted, and pulled his big thickness out
of my throat until just the head remained in my hungry
mouth.  He started to cum, and The flood of his sperm
across my tongue was like a squirt of nectar.  I
swallowed.  When the second spurt hit the back of my
throat, I felt a sudden change in my own stroking and
I started to blow my sperm all over his legs and
balls.  I moaned with pleasure, and swallowed all of
him one more time.  He pushed back down my throat with
ease, and I grabbed his naked butt cheeks with both my
hands, and held him there deep and satisfying.
	When he started to go soft, I let him pull it out a
little, but took him in my hand, and licked and loved
on his shaft and cockhead squeezing to get the last of
his nectar out before letting him go.  He plopped down
on the sofa next to me, and we both lay there panting.
 I'd dripped saliva all down my chin and the front of
my shirt was soaked with it.  His ball sack was
dripping with my spit as well.
	"You sure you haven't sucked cock before?" He took my
hand, and kissed the palm.
	"Never even seen a naked man before I saw you."
	"Shit," he said, making a funny face.  You've got a
lot to make up for.  You've lost a lot of time in your
life just waiting around for it; haven't you?"
	"Yeah, I guess I have."  I laid my head on his chest,
and picked up his limp cock.  "Was I OK?"
	"Better than OK  bud.  I think I'm in lust.  That was
one hell of a blow job for a first timer."
	"Really?  Must have been beginner's luck."
	"I'm the lucky one.  I haven't had my cock sucked
like that in ages.  What else are you good at?  You
like to fuck?"
	"I don't know.  I've never fucked anyone before."
	"Shit man.  I hope you don't have to be anywhere else
tonight, because I want to keep you here with me so we
can have some fun together."
	"I just have to call my fiance to let her know I
won't be at my apartment tonight.  I'll tell her I'm
going to visit a sick friend."
	"Isn't that against your religion?"
	"What?"
	"Lieing like that."
	"I suppose so.  But I've had some changes take place
today.  I'd never imagined the Reverend liked to suck
cock.  That's enough to make me question him and his
athority."
	"It's been my experience in life, that most men
sooner of later come to regard a good blow job as just
that.  The fact that the Rev, is good at giving them,
and never even suggested we have a mutual exchange,
tells me he's a closet queen.  Is he married?"  I
nodded.
	"He and his wife have three kids, but they're all
grown up and gone now."
	"You think the wife puts out?"  I shook my head.
	"Probably not.  She looks like she's had it plastered
over, and a corn cob stuck up her butthole."  He
laughed.
	"Maybe we can invite the Rev over for a drink
tomorrow night.  He can say he's going to visit a sick
friend."  I laughed.
	"What a shock he'll get when he sees me here."
	"That's not all he'll get either.  I'll get him to
let you fuck his ass.  I'll bet he'll go for it in a
New York minute.   But tonight, I want you all to
myself.  I'm gonna wear your little butt hole out with
this big dick of mine."  I squirmed on the couch, and
he handed me his Scotch and soda.  "Better take a swig
bud.  You're gonna need it tonight."  I took the glass
in my hand, and tilted it back and swallowed the
contents.  The liquid burned the raw places his
cockhead had rubbed in my throat on the way down.  He
smiled.
	"You're going to hell for sure now.  You want to
smoke a joint?"

II

	That night changed my life.  I learned things abut my
sexuality that I'd never dreamed were possible.  I was
thrilled with the miriad of new feelings and emotions
Bill introduced me to.  He was a gentle lover, and
after he got me slightly tipsy, he took me to his bed,
and with some coaxing, and plenty of something he
called Wet, was able to get me to relax enough to put
his big dick up my butthole.  I admit it hurt at
first, but not for long, and after the pain went away,
I went to heaven with the pleasure of his thrusts.
When he came, I came along with him.
	We talked into the wee hours of the morning, and the
birds were singing outside in the trees by the time we
drifted into a completely satisfied sleep, nestled
into each oher's bodies.  We slept until noon.  I
called my boss first thing to explain that I'd stayed
up all night with a sick friend, and him being a
member of our congregation understood, and told me to
get in to work as soon as I could.
	We ate eggs and toast, and then showered together.
He washed me all over with soap then I washed him.  We
both got hard again, but he suggested we hold off with
the sex to build up some for the night.  The plan was
he would call the Reverend, and invite him to come to
his apartment.
	"Why would he come?"  I still couldn't imagine the
Reverend with a big hard cock in his mouth.
	"Because he's dick hungry."  Bill explained that men
who preferred cock, that were in the closet, never got
enough.  "When ever they get an opportunity for a harf
cock, they'll take it."
	I wasn't much good at work that afternoon.   Besides
being tired from all the sex play of the night before,
I had alot on my mind about how I was going to have to
handle things that were all ready in motion in my
life.  I knew for certain, I'd never marry Denise now.
 I realized it would piss off just about everyone I
knew if they knew the real reason.  I came to the
realization that I wasn't long for this little town
anymore.  If I wanted to be myself, and live my life
as I wanted to live it, I'd have to bite the bullet,
and take on moving to Atlanta or some other big city
where I wasn't known.  I was a little frightened by
the possibility of becoming a person without family
for emotional support, but it was a certainty that my
folks and the rest of the family would fall back on
religion if they found out I was queer.
	I had a few thousand dollars saved up toward the
marriage, so I would survive in Atlanta until I could
find a job.  There was a chance Bill could help me
with that problem.  He'd asked me if I wanted to move
in with him, but I had told him that it would be just
a matter of time before somebody I kenw would realize
what was going on, and that would cause a serious
scandal in town for both of us.  He agreed that it
probably would, and we talked about Atlanta which he
knew well, and me not at all.
	After the hardware store closed for the night, my
boss asked me how my friend was doing, and at first, I
missed his point.   When I realized he was asking
about why I had been late to work, I told him my
friend had a bad case of the flu or something, and
couldn't help himself.  I also told him I was going
back tonight to make sure he had what he needed to get
well.
	"Well," the boss said.  "You do your christian duty
tonight, but if you're late in the morning, don't
bother coming in.  I run a business here and I need
reliable people."
	I think I saw red over this for an hour, and once I
got to Bill's apartment, I ranted about it until he
pointed out that it was my natural way out of my
situation.  Our little town didn't have much in the
way of employment opportunities.  If I got fired, for
being a good christian, then I'd have every reason to
head for Atlanta to look for work.
	"A little distance can give you a new perspective on
things.  Surly your folks will understand and support
you looking for another job even if you do have to go
to Atlanta for it."  I had to admit that getting fired
might be a good thing in my case.
	Bill had cooked dinner, and while we ate, he asked me
how my butt felt.  I told him it was a little sore
from his pounding for as long as he had, but that it
also felt good somehow.  He told me it would get used
to it after awhile, and having a nice hard dick up
there wouldn't hurt at all.  He also said that the
Reverend had jumped at the idea of coming by to sit
with a sick friend once he knew it was Bill who was
going to be sick.  He was game for anything Bill said.
 They had talked on the phone for quite a while, and
the Reverend had told him he liked every aspect of man
sex, except pain stuff.  Bill had to explain about men
who can't get hard unless there is some kind of pain
involved.  I couldn't imagine why anyone would need
pain to feel good about themselves, but he insisted
he'd met a few, and that in Atlanta, there were bars
that catered to their tastes, where these men could
get together.
	We washed the dishes, and cleaned up the kitchen.
The Rev was due around eight or so.  Bill had decided
that we should be nude when we opened the door to him.
 A little before time he shoud be there, we stripped,
and were sitting on the couch watching a gay
pornographic video Bill had.  I'd never imagined
anything like it was even available.  Watching it made
me hard as a rock.  Bill had seen it all before, and
although he liked watching it he knew what was going
to happen, and his big thick dick remained in its
flacid state.  I held him in my hand while I watched
to keep from stroking myself.  I was beginning to look
forward to the Reverend and the sex that Bill had
promised would be hot.

III
	The door bell rang a little before eight.   Bill
commented that the Rev was anxious as he got up to
answer it.  He stood behind the door as he opened it
and only showed the Rev his head as he let him in.
Bill's apartment had a short entrance hall, and
although I could hear them talking I couldn't see them
nor could the Rev see me sitting on the couch.  The
Rev could see the big TV at an angle though, and I
heard him exclaim when he saw what was playing on the
screen.
	"Hot damn!  Look at those fuckers go."  On the
screen, the two men the film was about were fucking
hot and sweaty with plenty of closeups of the fucker's
big cock going in and out of the fucked guy's hole.
	"Rev, you ought to strip out of your clothes here and
hang them on these wall pegs.  I I've got a little
party planned that I think you'll enjoy.  Would you
like a drink to get in the mood?"
	"Hell yes," the Rev said.  "And I brought a bottle of
vodka along.  Here."  Bill walked back into the living
room, carrying a large bottle of clear liquid the
Reverend had given him.  He must have had to drive
several miles to buy that in a town where he wasn't
known.  Our little berg had some liquor available for
sale behind a screen at the gorcery store, but nobody
ever bought it even if they wanted it.  All the
bottles were covered in dust.  Folks drove thirty or
forty miles into the outskerts of Atlanta to buy their
liquor where nobody knew if they were Baptists or not.
	Before Bill got back from the kitchen, the Reverend
was standing in the entrance from the hall into the
living room, staring at me on the couch.  His clothes
were hanging on the pegs, and he was already half hard
in anticipation of what was going to happen.  His
mouth was hanging open, and he couldn't believe he'd
walked into a room naked with someone who knew he was
a Baptist Preacher.
	"It's alright Reverend," I said.  "I'm new to all
this, and as you ought to be able to see," I pointed
at my hard cock between my legs.  "I'm just as guilty
as you or Bill."  He laughed, and pulled on his
hardening cock before coming over to sit down next to
me.  He was older than Bill by several years, but he
had a good body, tight and muscular.  His hair was
going gray at the temples, as was the thatch on his
chest.  He had dark brown hair other wise, and his
pubic stuff was still good color.  His cock was about
the size of mine, and he had a nice pair of hanging
balls.  As soon as he sat down beside me, he reached
for my dick, and began to fondle me.  He leaned over
and began sucking on my left tit.  I gasped, still
surprised that I had any feelings there at all.  He
was using his teeth a little, and the occassional
quick bite sent little stabs of pain through me, but
they also sent an electric message of pleasure through
my body like I'd been hooked up to a current.
	Bill came back with a tray of glasses, and a pitcher
of what he said were called Vodka martinis.  I'd never
had anything like it before and thought it was strong.
 The Reverend loved them and had two right away,
helping himself to the pitcher full when he had
drained his first glass.   I found I was still shocked
a little by this man's actions after all the months of
Sundays I'd sat in his church listening to the litany
of evils he liked to rant against.  Alcohol and
homosexuality were always near the top of his list
along with marijuana and somethng he called hard drugs
and pills.  His list was long, and included tobacco
and dancing along with the usual evils listed in the
ten commandments.  I used to think he was trying to
out do God with his list of evil things that lead a
soul astray.  And here he was sitting beside me
playing with my queer cock, and drinking strong
alcohol like it was water.  My mind had a lot to take
into consideration.
	Bill sat in one of his chairs whiile he sipped his
drink, and watched the Rev as he was playing with me
like I was a new Christmas toy.  By this time, the
Rev's dick was at full mast, and he would
occassionally  let go of me to stroke his own
hardness.  The video was coming to an end, and Bill
used his remote to turn the television off.   He put
on the radio to some classical music, and then poured
himself another martini.
	"Rev," he said.  "You want to smoke a joint?"
	"You got any?"
	"Hell yes I've got some.  I paid a shit load of dough
for it too.  It's some of the best I've ever had."
	"Well break it out and let's get high!"  The Rev
seemed intent on going whole hog into the party by not
missing out on any of the evils he preached against.
I was still being shocked at each new revelation.
	"You fucked this boy yet?"  The Rev wanted to know
asking Bill, as if I wasn't in the room.  Bill looked
at me and winked.
	"I have Rev.  three or four times last night.  I
promised him he would have a chance to fuck your ass
tonght.  How about it?"
	"I'd love it!  But I also want a crack at his
butthole.  I've daydreamed about his tight little
butthole as long as I've known him.  You don't know
what a gift this is for me to be here tonight.  Bill
handed the Rev the joint, and he took a long toke,
holding the smoke in his lungs deep.  I was still at
the coughing stage, having never smoked anything
before the previous night when Bill had offered me the
opportunity.  I liked the feelings it gave me, but it
still made me cough.  The Reverend didn't cough at
all, and while he was holding the smoke in his lungs,
he reached for Bill's big soft cock, and stuck it in
his mouth.  He must have held his breath for three
minutes while he sucked Bill up hard.  When he finally
had to breathe, he pulled off Bill's hardness, and
expelled the smoke around bill's cock as he did.
	"Shit man that is good stuff!"  The Revrend was
turing a little red in the face.  "Let's get to it I'm
high as a kite.  Where are we going to party?  Here or
in the bedroom?"
	"I thought we could get to the bed eventually, but we
can start here until we finish the martinis."  He took
his hard cock, in his hand and waved it in our faces.
"Who wants to be first?"  Both the Rev and I reached
for his cock, and then laughed together.  I realized I
was feeling high as well.
	Bill stepped back a little, and laughed with us.  Why
don't you both do me at the same time.  That seemed
agreeable to the Reverend, but I had no idea how it
might work.  The Reverend saw my pzzled look, and then
looked up at Bill.
	"Just how new is this boy?"
	"I picked him up coming out of your church yesterday
afternoon.  I believe he was still a virgin until I
got him here to my apartment.  He isn't any more, but
it's still all new for him.  He's a little quick on
the trigger, but it can be managed if you know what
you are doing."
	"Well, that's fine.  I love a fresh piece of ass.
Here boy, you just follow along and do what I do, and
Bill will be hot to trot in no time."  He took Bills
big shaft in his hand, and began licking the head.  I
leaned in and followed suit.  Our tongues played
around with Bill's cock head and each other for
several minutes.  The Rev turned the shaft to the
side, and licked down it's length, and I followed him
on the opposite side.  Bill moaned, and put his hands
on both our heads.  When we had his shaft good and
wet, the Rev dropped off the couch onto his knees, and
sucked Bill's ball sack.  He pulled off briefly, and
told me to suck one of his nuts while he sucked the
other.  I dropped on  to my knees and did as I was
told.  Bill sucked in his breath and began to tremble.
	"You aren't going to cum already are you Bill," he
had pulled off his ball, and was looking up at Bill's
face while he stroked his long cock shaft.  Bill shook
his head, and said through clinched teeth.
	"Not yet cocksucker, but it feels like you have me
going."
	"Bend over that chair.  I want to rim your asshole."
Bill stumbled to the chair, pulling his nut out of my
mouth as he went.  He bent over, resting his arms over
the back of the low chair.  "You boy get around in
front of him and lean over his back and spread his
cheeks for me.  I did as I was told, and found my hard
cock was rubbing Bills chin as I did.  I reached back
behind him and spread his cheeks and the Rev dived in
with his long wet tongue.  Bill groaned, and started
rocking his hips while the Rev licked and sucked his
hole.  I could see the Rev's tongue pushing in and out
of Bill's ass, and wondered what it woud feel like.
	Bill began to suck around the base of my dick, and
lick at my hanging balls.  After a few minutes of
this, he shifted his attention to my shaft, and was
licking up and down on both sides, and occassionally
pushing it up against my stomach to lick over the
underside.  I was shivering with pleasure through most
of his licking.  He didn't take my shaft in his mouth,
but he did often lick the clear liquid he told me was
called precum off the head.  The Rev finally had
enough of Bill's hole, and stood up behind him.
	"You ready to get fucked the first time tonight
Bill?"   Bill nodded, and the Rev stepped up and put
his cock head at the entrance to Bills hole, and just
pushed all the way into him with one stroke.  He gave
Bill's cheek a hard slap with the palm of his hand,
and then grabbd his hips and started fucking him like
a rabbit.  I'd never seen a man's hips move that fast
before.  It was clear to me by then that the Rev knew
what he was doing, and had been doing it for a long
time.  I couldn't resist asking.
	"How long have you been into men Rev?"
	"Long as I can remember."  He grinned at me but kept
fucking Bill.  His breath was coming in gasps, but he
hadn't broken a sweat yet.  "My first time was at
Seminary.  My roommate was queer as a three dollar
bill, and he offered one night, and I tried it.
Wasn't as bad as I'd been led to believe.  I fucked
him every chance I got after that first time, and
sometimes, he'd fuck me.  He didn't like to do it, but
since I wanted it he'd oblige me.  For a long time, I
thought we were the only ones doing it to each other,
but after a while, I began to notice little signs and
signals between other men at the Seminary."
	"Gaydar," Bill said.
	"That's right.  I guess I can spot a queer now a days
right off the bat."
	"Well you missed D. here.  He was aching to be
brought out, and came to see you to talk about how
long he would have to burn in hell for just thinking
about men and their cocks.  You had him good and
scared Rev."
	"Sorry to hear that son," he said to me, but never
stopped his fucking of Bill's ass.
	"Well, maybe we can make up for it some tonight."  He
switched his stroking from rapid rabbit humps to long
steady pumping in and out.  Bill seemed to relax a
little, and took my cock into his mouth and began to
gently suck me.  I moaned in his ear to let him know
how it felt.
	"I started getting bold enough to ask some of the men
I had noticed little things about," the Revrend
continued with his story.  "Lo and behold, if the
Seminary wasn't sixty or seventy percent queers.  I
had just about everybody I wanted in those days, and a
few had me in return.  They were good times then.  I
even went to bed with a few of the ministers teaching.
 Time came though when we were to go out into the
world to preach what we had learned, and we all toed
the line.  After all, none of us would have ever
gotten a congregation if we went around telling folks
being queer was alright.  It isn't what heterosexals
want to hear in their Sunday sermons.  They want hell
fire and damnation, not cocksucking queers being good
people.'
	"After I found myself out in the world, my queer side
sort of submerged.  I got married, and had three kids
right off the bat, one, two, three.  A boy and to
girls.  My wife had enough after that, and my sex life
dried up.  I spent a good ten years going without
except for what my hand provided when I need it.  Then
one day, I was in Atlanta, and decided to stop into a
bar to see what was going on.  I hadn't been in one
before, and figured I might get some ideas for a
sermon.  I guess I was just lucky or the good Lord was
showing me the way.  It turned out to be a gay bar.
It had a big dark back room, and after I had a beer
and watched men coming and going into the back I asked
the bartender what was up.  He told me to go ahead and
find out for myself.  I'll tell you now, I was shocked
at what was going on in that dark room, but I knew it
was going to become my favorite place to visit on my
trips into Atlanta.  I must have gotten fucked four or
five times that night, and fucked as many guys as
fucked me.  I was over the top with lust.  I spent the
night in that room, finally just sucking every cock I
could get my mouth on.  I go back there every chance I
get, and it's always a good time." through all this
time telling this story, he was fucking Bill.  Finally
he pulled his long cock out of Bill's chute, and told
him if he continued he would cum, and he wanted to
save his first one for me.  Bill agreed, but wanted me
to move around and continue fucking him.  He was into
it, and needed to get more of it.
	When I slipped my cock into him it felt like a velvet
furnace as his hole opened up and wrapped around my
hardness.  I fucked him for a few strokes, and then
stopped when I felt the Rev's hot tongue probing my
hole.  He had spread my cheeks with his hands, and was
trying to shove his tongue and nose up into my hole.
I loved the feeling, and let him go at me while I
resumed fucking Bill.  After a while, the Rev stood up
behind me, and I felt him press his cockhead into me.
I relaxed as much as I could, and then suddenly I was
filled as I was filling Bill.  We fucked in tandem for
several more minutes, and I started to reach my limit.
 I grabbed Bill's stiff cock with my left hand, and
began to stroke him along with my fucking motions.
The Rev realized I was close, and leaned into me and
told me between gurnts of pleasure that he was gong to
flood my hole with cum since he hadn't blown a load in
a week.  I moaned at the image of his cum filling me
up.
	"Then I'm going to pull out of you and eat my cum out
of your asshole.  You're gonna love it."  I started to
shake and hump into Bill harder.  He started groaning,
and I moved my hand over the head of his cock to catch
his cum in my palm.  The Rev gurnted loudly, and I
felt his big cock throbbing in my guts as he started
to blow his load in my hole.  I couldn't hold back
another second, and started flooding Bill with my cum.
 He groand under me, and I felt his hot jizm filling
my palm.  Curiously, all our climaxes were more
subdued than I expected.  I ate Bill's cum off my
palm, while the Rev cleaned me out with his tongue and
the when he had all he could get, went after mine in
Bill's ass.
	The night was long, and we had a good hot sex session
interspersed with videos while we rested up.  Toward
morning we finally made it into the bedroom, and soon
were snoring together in a tangle of bodies.
	I didn't even bother to call my boss the next
morning, and over coffee and pancakes, we all decided
to drive into Atlanta to see if I could find an
apartment to rent.  The Rev wanted to show us his gay
bar.  As usual, that's another story, and this one has
ended.

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