Date: Fri, 31 Jan 2003 03:56:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reverend Jim

Reverend Jim

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for
persons who are offended by alternate life styles.  No effort is made to
use safe sexual practices. It's intended to be fun, not a sex manual.



I had no idea who Jim was when I met him. I was in Richmond on my regular
sales trip.  He was in town for a convention.  We had reservations in the
same motel, but Jim's reservation had fallen into a computer-generated
black hole.  I never did find out exactly what happened, but he was at the
front desk and the reservation was lost with the entire hotel was booked
solid.  He was from a small town in West Virginia, had no friends in
Richmond and had been traveling alone.

I was passing through the lobby when he was trying to find a place to stay.
As a salesman, travel was my life and I had enough experience with lost
reservations and over bookings to roll with the punches.  Jim clearly
wasn't experienced and he seemed lost.  The Desk Clerk was acting put upon
and was on the cusp of being rude. This Clerk had checked me in the night
before. He had been polite then and I recognized all the signs of
exhaustion.  He must have been working for a solid 12 hours.  I was at the
desk leaving a message for the maid and overheard the conversation.

"I've got an extra bed in my room, if you don't mind a roommate." I
offered. "Someone might cancel their reservation tomorrow."  Jim looked at
me as if I was Mother Theresa. "You can have the bed if you want."

"If you would let me, I could pay half." he said. "It would help me a
lot. I've got meetings I've got to get to this morning."  The Desk Clerk
looked relieved. He produced a second key card and I took Jim to my room.
It was a large room with two queen-sized beds. I am a neat guy, so all my
stuff was in one area.

"I'm Bill Richland."  I said.  "I'll be on a sales call all day, so I won't
be back until after dinner."

"Jim Yount," he said. "All I need is a place to sleep. I really appreciate
you offering the bed."

"No problem for me at all." I said. "I'm off now."  We shook hands and I
went to my meetings. It was a long,but rewarding day for me. I sell
sophisticated software systems, custom designed for individual businesses.
I went to a small corporation,which didn't seem to have a clear idea what
they needed.  After six hours of non-stop conferences, I finally figured
out what they required.  I then had to send the information into my
company, so they could design a program for them.  I got back to the room
at eight in the evening.

I made myself a drink and turned on the television. I needed a shower
badly; I stripped and got under the water.  It felt great. The air
conditioning had been on the fritz at the company where I had spend the day
and the C. E .O. of the company had smoked.  I smelled like a cigarette
butt.

When I walked into the bedroom I was shocked to see Jim standing there. I
had totally forgotten I had a roommate.  I was stark naked and wasn't even
carrying a towel. I must have looked shocked.

"I'll leave." he said hurriedly.  I smiled.

"Hey, don't bother. We're all boys here. I don't have anything you don't
have." I went back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and wrapped it
around myself.  When I returned to the bedroom, I briefly thought Jim
looked disappointed.

"How was your day?" I asked as I sat on my bed and took a sip of my
drink. "Oh, I'm sorry, would you like a drink?"  Jim looked at me.

"I think I might." he said slowly, as if it was a big deal.  I made him a
bourbon and water. He sipped the drink slowly. I realized he wasn't a
drinker, but he didn't mind the taste.

"I'm not watching anything in particular on the TV.  Anything you are
interested in?" I asked.  He said, he didn't care, so I found an old movie
and sat back on my bed.  We talked some. He had never been to Richmond
before and it seemed like a big city to him.  I knew the place well, so I
told him where the good restaurants were.  Jim wasn't sure he would have
enough time to see much.  I made another drink for him.  He seemed to like
it.

Jim was 35 or so, good looking, with a small moustache and carefully
groomed, brown hair. He was going bald, but wasn't ready to admit it. He
was slim and tall. He seemed younger than his years. He told me about his
home and growing up in a small town. I gave him a third drink.

I hadn't gotten dressed, so I was sitting all but naked on my bed.  Jim
began to loosen up. I had the impression he was the kind of guy who thought
unbuttoning his top button was informal.  I noticed at first he only looked
at me when he thought I wasn't looking.  After a few drinks he was looking
at me all the time.

"Do you ever shave?" he asked, straight out of the blue.

"Everyday, I like my beard trimmed." I said.

"No, I mean your body, you sure are hairy."

"Nope, never."

"What does your wife say?" he asked. "My wife thinks it's gross."

"Not married. But it's not gross. It's just the way I am."

"You haven't found the right woman yet?" he asked.

"That's one way you could put it."  I said.  Jim had a glimmer of
understanding.  We talked a bit longer, then he went to take a shower. I
turned the station to the 11:00 news. I'm gay and I should have picked up
on Jim's comments, but I was dead tired.  They were odd enough, but I
didn't think about them.  I was watching the weather report when he came
out of the shower. I looked up. He was wearing a towel.

"Shit, if you wife doesn't like hairy men, she sure married the wrong man."
I said. "You're a real hairball."

"Do you think it's gross?" Jim asked. He sounded genuinely worried and
embarrassed.

"Hell no!  Damn, you're hairy, that's all.  You look good.  Masculine, not
gross."  As I said that, his towel accidentally dropped. "And hung! You're
packing a nice piece of meat."

"My wife thinks that's gross too." he said.  "She thinks it's too big and
says it hurts her."

"Well, maybe it does, but it sure isn't too big.  Generally there is no
such thing as too big in cocks."  I said.  "You've got a prize winner."

"You're kidding." Jim said.  He sounded genuinely shocked.  I laughed.  He
looked embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I'm not kidding."

"You're sure?  My wife says it's big, ugly and gross. You don't have a
wife, you wouldn't know."

"Didn't you do any looking around in the shower room of the gym at High
School?  Never checked out the other guys?  You must have stood out."

"I was in a small, Christian School.  We didn't have gym and we sure never
looked at each other's," he paused, " penises.  We didn't do that sort of
thing."  Jim sounded a bit defensive, but uneasy.

"Well, I sure took a gander and take my word for it.  There's nothing wrong
with your cock.  I haven't exactly made a scientific study, but you've got
nothing to worry about."  Jim looked at me for a second. He really wanted
to know more, but was afraid to ask.  He grabbed his towel and went back to
the bath.  I was feeling sleepy, so I closed my eyes and the next thing I
knew it was seven o'clock the next morning.

Jumping up, I showered, dressed and raced ou; I had an eight o'clock
appointment on the other side of town.  When I left, Jim was sleeping
soundly.  It was Friday and there were three cold calls to make.  Richmond
was in another salesman's area.  His wife had gone into labor the day I got
back from a sales trip into the deeper south, so I took his trip.  I had
the Richmond area several years before, so I knew much about the place, but
cold calls are always a problem.

I was bushed from my earlier trip and I soon found out the other salesman
hadn't done much homework.  The first two appointments were worthless.
There was no way those companies could have used our services.  The third
was good though.  They didn't need our services either.  but they knew of
someone who did.  They were in the same office building, so I dropped in.
They were a rapidly growing organization and were a perfect fit.

I really hit it off with their bookkeeper.  They had a potential to become
a major client.  The bookkeeper asked if I could come back the next day to
meet the President.  I had hoped to get home, but I was on commission and
this could be a real windfall.

I got back to the hotel room at 4:00 and called the home office.  They were
enthusiastic, so I added another day to my trip.  Richmond was at it's most
sweltering this time of year, so I took a shower before figuring out where
to go for dinner.  When I got out, I walked into the bedroom naked and
there was Jim with another guy standing, staring at me.

"Damn, I did it again." I said.  "You must think I do nothing, but wander
around hotel rooms naked." Jim laughed.

"Well, I guess it's your room after all.  I didn't expect you to be back
this early."  Jim replied.  "This is Terry, a friend of mine."  We shook
hands.  Terry was a few years younger than Jim, with curly, black hair.  He
could hardly keep his eyes off my cock.

`Let me get dressed."  I said.

"No need to do it on our account." Jim replied.  "As you said yesterday,
we're all boys here and there's nothing we haven't seen before."  I had
been tired the day before and had missed the sexual potential of the
situation.  I was feeling good today and the sexual tension in the air was
thick enough to be bottled.  "We are off to a banquet tonight and I was
going to clean up myself.  It's as hot and muggy as I can stand out there."
Jim added.

"Well, a shower sure hit the spot for me."  I said.

"Terry has a change of clothes in the car, do you mind if he changes here?"
Jim asked, "He had been planning to do it in the men's room of the Banquet
Hall."

"Not at all.  There are extra towels in the bath, if he wants to shower." I
said.  Terry finally took his eyes off my cock and left the room to get his
clothes.  I got on my bed, but didn't dress.  Jim went to take a shower and
Terry returned with an overnight bag.  When I let him in, you could tell he
was surprised and relieved I was still nude.

Jim emerged from the bath wearing a towel and Terry took his place in the
bathroom.  I made a drink and gave Jim one.  I could clearly see the
outline of his cock.  He wasn't hard, but he sure wasn't soft either.  He
looked very nervous and the drink helped.  I was wondering what Terry would
be wearing after the shower.  He emerged naked, drying his hair with the
towel, rather than wearing it.  He had pale skin and most of his body was
covered in curly black fuzz.  He was 5-10 and about 150 pounds.  Terry was
at half-staff.

I gave Terry a drink and we talked.  Jim's towel slipped off and Terry saw
Jim's cock.  His jaw dropped.

"It's a beauty, isn't it?" I asked.

"Damn, is it real?" Terry gasped.

"I had to explain to our friend here, he's got a monster, but an attractive
monster." I said laughing.  "It's a real baby maker."  The attention made
Jim hard.  He reached for his towel.

"Don't cover it up." Terry begged.

"It's embarrassing." Jim said.

"If I had a cock like that, I be naked all the time and strutting my
stuff!" Terry said.  By this time we were all hard.  I was next to Terry
and I stroked his cock.  He shot a single volley of cum through the air.
"I'm sorry about that." he said.

"Shooting is the name of the game!" I said.  "I wish I could shoot so
easily."

"I shouldn't be doing this." Jim said.

"I think your cock disagrees." I said.  "It looks real interested."  Jim
was hard.  He was impressive soft; hard he was a Worlds Fair exhibit.  It
was a beauty. He got up and joined Terry and me. Jim was soon stroking his
cock. He was jerking frantically in seconds.

"Hey guys, let's calm down some." I cried.  "This ain't a race!  Let's slow
up and enjoy it." I got Terry to slow down. Jim was still jerking.  I
stopped him by dropping to my knees and taking his cock into my mouth. He
was too shocked to object and by the time he recovered enough to complain
it felt too good.  He was hooked.

"Stop, you shouldn't do that." he said in a weak voice. He wasn't
sincere. I deep throated him and when I pulled off I must have siphoned a
cup of precum from his balls. His mouth was saying one thing, but his cock
and balls were wildly excited.  I knew from my own experience, you've got
much more control of your mouth than your cock, especially cock juices.

I took a breath and freed Jim's cock from my mouth.  Much to my surprise,
Terry replaced me on Jim's cock. Terry went after Jim's meat like a
starving man.

"I'm going to shoot!" Jim cried.

"Do you want to pop now, or play some more and pop later?" I asked.


"Let's play more." Jim whispered. I pried Terry off of Jim's cock. He
switched to me. Terry was a vigorous and enthusiastic cocksucker. He wasn't
very skilled, but with his enthusiasm, he would be an expert in no time at
all.  Jim watched.

"Do you want to try it?" I asked. Jim nodded.

"You'd better try me first." I said. "I think Terry's too hot.  He may
shoot too fast for you to get the idea." I took Terry's head in my hands
and made him stop sucking me.  Jim took his place. I was getting ripe
myself.

Jim stuck out his tongue and touched my cock head. He licked the edge of
the head gingerly. I could see he was trying to avoid the slit.  He was
licking the underside of my head at the spot where the foreskin connected,
when my cock had a spasm and a glob of precum oozed from the slit and
dripped onto Jim's tongue. My precum acted like an electric shock.  Jim
tried to swallow my cock whole. He lost all his inhibitions.

Jim surrendered himself to cock sucking. He was enthusiastic and vigorous,
like Terry, but Jim was a master cocksucker.  I knew this was his first
time, but he was a natural. Terry was looking on.  He was sporting a cock
so hard, it looked as if it hurt.

Jim took a breather and looked at Terry's cock. I figured Terry was ready
to shoot and wasn't sure Jim was ready for a mouthful of cum.  I decided to
take it for myself. Quite frankly, I had no problem with a shooting cock at
all. A friend of mine said, I was a cum hound, so I guess you could say I
had a warm spot for man seed, fresh from the spigot.

"Let me take Terry." I told Jim. "He's got a problem I need to take care
of."  I got on my knees and stuck my tongue out to touch Terry's cock
head. It was a purplish-blue and shiny. He shot another volley of cum. It
shot into my mouth.

"Shit, that's hot!" Jim said.  He was on his knees next to me, so he had a
front row seat to watch Terry's orgasm. I wrapped my mouth around Terry's
cock. I deep throated him.  It had been a single ejaculation. I went down
on him several times.  He started to shiver. I knew he was building up a
fierce head of steam. He began to twitch.

I pulled off his cock just in time for him to blow. He shot across my
tongue and into my mouth. I guessed Jim would like that.  He did.  When the
big shots were over I sucked the drooling cock head again and got every
drop. Terry was moaning in ecstasy when I finished with him and took care
of Jim. He was on his knees so I made him sit back, so his massive cock
stood out like the figurehead of ship.

He was ripe.  He hadn't quite reached Terry's state of erection, but he was
damn close. Fully erect, there was no way I could deep throat him. I could
do a lot with his head and that's all he needed.  Jim began to cum. Terry
had an explosive orgasm. Jim was intense, but continuous.  Terry shot in
distinct ejaculations with a second between each explosion.

Jim went squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt.  He started and didn't
stop.  Normally a guy shoots a big load, then the cum supply rapidly
diminishes. Jim's had balls that gave and kept on giving.  I must have
swallowed four times before he finally calmed down. He gave me the mother
load of man seed.

"When did you shoot last?" I asked after he stopped and I pulled off his
cock.  "That was one hell of an orgasm."

"A month or two ago." he said.  "My wife doesn't like sex much."

"You don't jack off?" I asked.  Jim looked confused.

"You're not supposed to." he answered.

"Where in hell did you get that idea?" I asked.  This began a long
conversation. It turned out Jim was a Southern Baptist preacher and he had
believed it all. I hadn't ever met anyone, who not only believed sex was
bad, but he hadn't done anything either.  The only acceptable sex was with
your wife, when associated with child production.

Jim had been the world's straightest arrow up to the moment he got his
first blowjob.  He was convinced he was ugly and unattractive. Jim had
never enjoyed sex and he thought sex was gross and ugly.  His wife must
have been a treat to live with.

That afternoon changed his life.