The New Associate Priest

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The New Associate Priest
Chapter One
We were all excited to meet our new young associate priest who had just graduated from seminary. All of us in St. Luke’s Parish had heard great things about him and were anxious to have him among us. Our parish had grown in the past several years due to the excellent leadership of our great priest Laura Dowling. She was the kind of person and priest that makes one proud to be a Christian and an Episcopalian. She was a good preacher and her singing voice was excellent. She liked incense and was a good Sunday school teacher. She was welcoming to all people and had her arms wide open in her welcome. She was a good listener but she was firm with some of the older parishioners who thought they should rule the church. She practiced Christian Theology as Christ would have done.
　
The price of good leadership is often overwork and as the church grew so did her responsibilities. All of us were worried that she would burn out and leave us if we did not do something and get her some much needed help. Her family would suffer if she continued to work the hours that were sometimes demanded of a priest. She had a husband and two small children who were adorable.
　
I was in my regular pew waiting for the opening hymn and first view of our new associate priest who had come to our church in the mountains of Western North Carolina from Richmond Virginia where he had been for 1½ years. All I knew was that he was 26 years old and apparently quite good looking or so the rumor mill of the women of the church was saying. I knew that they would all be trying to marry him off to one of their daughters or one of the single women in the congregation! I felt sorry for Drew!
　
　
The processional cross went by and we all bowed our heads and then I caught sight of perhaps the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat as he walked past me up the aisle towards the altar. He had long brown hair worn in a modern model type style. His face was long and angular and eyes were deep and framed by these huge long eyelashes. His lips were luscious and ripe and he had a nice singing voice as he walked by my row singing the processional hymn in a loud voice. He looked to be about 6 feet 6 inches tall and also looked to be thin and well built as far as I could tell with all those vestments we Episcopalians wear on! I was instantly in love!
　
WITH MY PRIEST!!!!! Heaven forbid. How could this happen? Priests were not supposed to be this good looking. Just the fact that he was covered from head to toe in his vestments made him all the more appealing to me. I wanted to rip off his clothes and colorful vestments and rape him on the floor of the church. For God’s sake could I be thinking these thoughts? Would I go to hell? Oh to hell with it! I didn’t care as I imagined what he might look like under his robes.
The procession stopped and he turned around to face the congregation as the last verse of the hymn was sung. He opened his mouth and said the opening sentences from the book of Common Prayer. His voice was pure magic. His voice tingled my toes and made my cock grow hard right there in church in my pew. His voice was soft and quiet but also loud and firm and sensual and sexual all at once. His voice sent shivers up and down my spine.
　
I laughed as I imagined all the girls in the pews wetting their panties as well as all of us "gay" guys in the closet. As far as I knew I was one of the few single men in the congregation that wasn’t a teenager. Lots of couples and lots of kids and lots of teenagers and babies and young single women but not many single men gay or straight or at least that I could tell.
　
Mrs. Crawford looked at me as I laughed with a disapproving smirk as if to say. You better stop that now young man! I was hardly young but I wasn’t old either. I was 28 and I was gay but I was also a virgin and I wanted this man to take my cherry and pop my hard cock in his mouth as I shot a load down his waiting throat. Just the thought made me all squishy inside as I watched this gorgeous hunk from my pew. And he was only 2 years younger than I was.
　
I seemed to fall in love regularly with any good looking guy I would see on the street, in the grocery store, pumping gas, running by the road or even shopping in Wal-mart. All it would take for me to be in love was the sight of a pair of great looking legs, some perky nipples pressing through a t-shirt, bare arms with great muscles and veins and even on occasion a treasure trail or a butt crack. There was not shortage of great looking guys in Boone, North Carolina as we were lucky to have a college in our town. Appalachian State University or ASU for short.
　
I knew our new priest was named Drew Morgan and I wondered how I could go about meeting him to see if I even had a remote chance in hell of getting into his bedroom and stripping him naked. I figured a guy this gorgeous had to be gay if he was not married yet especially in the church. As far as the women gossip’s in the church knew he was not attached and had no girlfriend waiting for him in some distant city. They usually knew.
　
Drew said the collect and we made our proper responses and we sat for the reading of the lessons. I watched him from my pew transfixed by his beauty. His hair was gorgeous and I am sure the ladies in the church would suggest to him a haircut was in order but to me it was beautiful. He watched the reader as she read the lesson from the Old Testament. As she finished and walked back to her pew we caught each others eye and he smiled at me! I smiled back and slightly nodded my head in welcome.
　
At least he had noticed me. I would introduce myself during coffee hour and the reception afterwards. Just don’t be a dunce Jerry I told myself. Be yourself and see where it goes. Talk about movies and books and see if he might want to go hiking or to a movie or even out to dinner sometime. Find out where he is living. Find out if he is attached, has a partner or is GAY! Find out everything without being to personal of course!
　
We sang the Psalm and the cantor today was in great form. We had a spectacular choir at St. Luke’s and they were quite well known for their singing. The second lesson from the New Testament was read and this time Drew looked straight at me and stared at me making my cock do a dance in my pants and leak precum all over my boxer briefs. Shit if he had this effect on me in church what would happen if anything actually happened between us I wondered? Again I giggled at the thought and Mrs. Crawford scowled at me in her fiercest way and believe you me she could melt an icicle with her stare if she wanted to!
　
We then sang our sequence hymn and Laura walked down the aisle to read the Gospel. This was not an incense day so she would be reading the Gospel instead of singing it with incense. She had a great voice and I loved to listen to her. She read beautifully as always and walked the Gospel Book back to the Altar and Drew took his place in the pulpit to preach his first sermon in our church.
　
He had my full and complete attention but to be quite truthful I was not really paying much attention to his words that first Sunday. I was just allowing his voice to roll over my body with its soothing tones as it wrapped me in its sensuality. He had a wonderful preaching voice and did not seem nervous at all. I would be shitting in my pants if I had to get up and preach on Sunday! My dick was so hard it actually hurt as it pressed against the fabric of my underwear and pants. I was leaking huge quantities of precum and I looked down in horror as I could detect a wet spot on my inner thigh. Thank goodness my pants were dark colored!
　
I moved both my hands to my crotch covering my hardness and my wetness. I pressed one of them on my dick giving me a feeling of great delight and pleasure and I slowly and secretly massaged my dick with my finger tips while in church! I had never done this before. Damn I was hot and I was certainly horny and then OHHHHH SHIIIITTTTT I felt my self cream in my pants. I felt myself shoot two loads of cum into my boxer briefs. It felt great and I was partially satisfied and relieved but also now worrying about all that creamy wet cum in my pants. Would anyone notice? Damn I was going to need a shower after church and it would be a dried sticky mess by the time I got home.
　
Drew finished up his sermon and the congregation rose for the Nicene Creed which we all said in unison. The remainder of the service was a blur for me as I felt the sticky coldness of the cum in my pants drying in my pubic hair. What a mess that would be to clean up when I got home. It was certainly going to be shower time for Jerry Boy.
We went up for communion and I was lucky to get Drew’s side of the rail where he placed the bread in my palm with the words "The Body of Christ". I swear he looked right at me and through me with his smile. I noticed that he had two huge dimples on either side of his wide brilliant toothy smile. When his hand touched me briefly as he transferred the bread to my hand electricity shot through my body from my hand to my heels to the top of my head and finally coming to rest in the tip of my dick which believe it or not grew hard again. I did notice that his hands looked large and strong and were covered with raised veins which disappeared into the long sleeve of his communion vestment. I would have loved to trace them with my tongue as I kissed his arms and made mad passionate love to him right there at the altar rail. I wonder what Mrs. Crawford would say about that and another small giggle slipped out again.
　
I thought I noticed that Drew jumped a bit when we touched hands but I wasn’t sure as the moment passed and he moved on to the next person in line and I moved away from the altar rail and back to my seat. As I walked back to my seat I hoped that no one else would look at my crotch and notice my hard cock but then I though why would anyone be looking at my crotch and I laughed out loud again at the thought.
　
Mrs. Crawford punched me in the back and said, "Young man you must stop this laughing right now. It’s disrespectful and I won’t have it in my church."
　
"I am so sorry ‘mam," I said, "I just can’t help myself for some reason this morning," as I let her back into our pew and followed her to my seat. We sat down and finished the service with no further giggling from me.
　
Drew finished the service with our dismissal and told us to "Go in Peace to Love and Serve the Lord. Alleluia. Alleluia". We lustily followed this with an "Thanks Be To God Alleluia Alleluia" of our own.
　
"What was wrong with you this morning young man?" Mrs. Crawford said to me after the service as we were walking down the aisle? "You are usually very respectful."
　
"I am not sure I was just so happy this morning I could not keep it all bottled up inside I guess. Today is just such a glorious day with a new priest and the sun shining and everything. I guess I was just making a joyful noise unto the Lord!" I said trying to make light of my terrible faux pas.
　
"Well you had better not do it again," she said, "or you will be sitting in another pew next Sunday. I won’t have that kind of behavior in my pew!" She huffed in a very annoyed voice.
We were at the back of the room and were in line to shake the priests hands before making our way to the parish hall for a reception in Drew’s honor. Drew and I clasped hands and I almost fainted from the shock of electricity that hit me. I could tell from the look on his face that he felt it as well. He said nothing as I told him what a great sermon he had preached and how glad I was that he was here with us at St. Luke’s. I was glad he was here but it was sort of a lie about the sermon as I don’t think I could remember a word of it I was so preoccupied with undressing him while he spoke! We continued to shake hands not wanting to let go of this feeling. Finally we knew we had to let go so he could talk to the next person in line - Mrs. Crawford.
　
"Glad to have you young man," she told him, "but we are going to have to do something about that hair of yours it is way to long for a priest at St. Luke’s and your sermon was good but a tad on the long side I should think!"
　
"Well thank you ‘mam perhaps you can recommend a good hair stylist when you get the chance," he replied in his musically attractive voice charming her to no end, "and I am certainly sorry about the sermon but I was a bit nervous this morning."
　
What a nerve she had telling him to cut his hair and that his sermon was to long. She probably had to get to the club for brunch and now she would be late! I hoped she would be and I hoped that Drew did not pay her any attention at all! I loved his hair and his longer sermon gave me more time to undress him.
　
I walked over to the Parish Hall which was packed with folks waiting to meet and greet our new Associate Priest. I went over to the coffee table where I poured myself a cup of coffee and added some cream and sugar. Somehow I knew that Drew would take his coffee the same way so on impulse I made a second cup which I carried over to the doorway where he was being greeted with well wishers.
　
I pushed my way through the crowd finally reaching Drew saying as I thrust the cup of coffee at him, "I brought you a cup of coffee. I wasn’t sure how you would like it so I put cream and sugar in."
　
"Thanks Jerry that is great," he said with a smile as he took the offered cup from my hand. "I really appreciate that a lot."

Damn he remembered my name I thought. "I will catch up with you later when you get through this mob scene." I told him as I turned and walked away not trusting myself in his presence.
I wanted to rip off his clothes and jump on his cock. I wanted to ask him if he felt the electric shocks I felt. I wanted to know if he was gay. I wanted to know if he wanted to have passionate sex with me all night long.
　
Shit I thought as I conversed with some people I knew how could I be in love with my priest? Here I was single and 28 years old and I was a complete and utter virgin I supposed although not a true virgin as once when I was 18 and on a camping trip with my best friend Billy Jenkins we had a very confused jerk off session and he let me touch him very briefly. After that night he never mentioned it again and actually sort of drew away from me. That hurt me but what could I do at the time? I didn’t have anyone to talk to about my feelings for other guys and was very confused and depressed for the remainder of my high school career.
　
It was so hard to be a gay teenager I thought. No wonder so many of them would commit suicide each year. It was lonely thinking you were the only one and being afraid all the time and thinking you were somehow bad for thinking thoughts that were just natural. It was so stupid and so cruel.
And guys in high school could really be cruel with their behind the back taunts and crack talk.
　
Even in college I continued to be afraid of what I was truly feeling inside. Afraid someone would find out. Afraid someone would see me going to a meeting or something and tell my family or my friends. How stupid but it was true. So I withdrew into myself and concentrated on my studies. I had a few close friends but no one special. I was sure some people wondered about me but what the hell. I just didn’t know how to come out.
　
　
Chapter Two
I continued to talk with a few of my friends in the church while I waited for the masses to get through telling Drew to cut his hair, or cut his sermons or do this or that. It was hard to concentrate on what they were saying and I was distracted and constantly trying to be in a position where I could watch Drew and stalk him with my eyes without anyone knowing. People in church or in any setting for that matter can be so intrusive into others lives. But overall they were good people and were just trying to make conversation.
　
Laura our priest came over to me at one point to talk. "Well Jerry what do you think of Drew" she asked?
　
"I think he is great," I replied. I almost said HOT!
"Are you coming to the meeting of the property committee on Tuesday night as we need to make a decision on the new carpet for the church," she asked.
　
"Yes I have it on my schedule and will be there at 7 PM," I told her.
　
For my day job I am the property manager of a large resort hotel in the mountains outside Boone and I knew lots about property, buildings, maintenance, contractors and carpets etc. In a church when you know something about anything they will invariably put you on a committee. Not that they will always listen to what you have to say but...you will be on the committee. Churches love committees so that the parishioners have a voice in the process or at least think they have a voice. Now sometimes that can be hard as everyone has to have their say and that can make meetings last for ever! I didn’t mind lending my expertise but I hated wasting my time with overly long meetings and would sometimes just get up and excuse myself politely and leave.
　
Here I was a 28 year old professional single guy who was gay but still in the closet. People may have suspected my sexual orientation but no one had ever asked me if I was gay or approached me with an offer of wild sex either! Sometimes I thought there must be something wrong with me. The older women in the church had stopped trying to fix me up with their daughters which was good as far as I was concerned.
　
I always used my job as an excuse for not getting involved or attached and it seemed to work. I had to work lots of hours supervising a crew of 15 and I was on call 24/7 except when I took my 4 weeks vacation each year. I continued to attend various social events held at the church or at the homes of church members and was a respected and well thought of member of the parish. At least I thought so. I had never heard anything that said otherwise.
　
I was told that I was relatively good looking. Not a model in any sense of the word but an average Joe kind of guy. I kept my hair on the short side and was lightly hairy on my chest, legs and arms. I thought my smile was nice but I had always thought I could use a smile with more teeth! Often when at home I would try and practice in front of a mirror but it always seemed forced or something.
　
My eyes were blue and I did not grow any facial hair. I was in OK shape but I did not work out and I thought I could use some more muscles but my work kept me in pretty good shape with all the lifting and walking I had to do around the resort each and every day. My dick was 6 inches hard and about 3 inches soft. I liked the way it looked hard and I certainly liked how it felt hard every night as I masturbated to photos and fantasies of guys I saw on internet. Thank God for the internet and for porn! My balls were usually tight and on the small side although they did hang down low on occasion!
I spent my nights reading, watching movies and looking at porn sites and reading porn blogs I liked. I had made a few friends on the Internet but was afraid to take the step towards a sexual commitment with another man. But I liked chating with a few friends I had found in England and Australia and exchanging photos of hot guys we liked. I wanted to be gay in the worst possible way but I was so fucking afraid to take that step out of my closet. Maybe Drew would be that person I needed to help me turn on the light and open that door. Maybe I could at least talk with him about my thoughts and needs even if we didn’t have a relationship. Damn I was getting ahead of myself wasn’t I?
　
I fantasized about guys while I was at home and sometimes while I was at work or in town doing errands I would see a guy that would catch my eye and now there was Drew. Here at my church of all places! I had never really expected to meet some guy at church although other single persons use church to meet people all the time. I watched Drew across the room while I continued to talk to Laura and tried to at least appear to be listening to what she was saying.
　
In my professional life I was used to being able to make a decision and get the work done so it was hard for me to hold my tongue and listen sometimes in the long and sometimes interminably boring committee meetings. I very often could and did get myself into minor trouble by speaking out and saying what was on my mind. But it takes all kinds and I played my role as the other played theirs. I had served on the budget committee, the outreach committee, the altar guild and now the property committee which I liked the best.
　
I told Laura that I would bring lots of carpet samples to the meeting and that I had worked up different price scenarios for the carpet. She told me she appreciated the work I had done and was looking forward to seeing the samples.
　
"Have you ever considered running for Vestry," she asked me? "You would be great as the Junior Warden."
　
Now in an Episcopal Church the Vestry is the governing body of the church and they are elected at an annual meeting and make all the decisions regarding church property and the affairs of the church. The Junior Warden is often in charge of the property. We are not a congregational church and all the decisions regarding property and finances are handled by the Vestry.
　
　
"Well Laura that is very kind of you to ask me but I think I would do better by just serving on the property committee. I am not sure I want to be the point person and I am also not sure if I can make that kind of commitment to the church. My job keeps me pretty busy and I am not sure I want to give up what little free time I have. Also I do have that tendency to speak my mind and want to just make the decision not wait a year for a committee to decide," I added.
　
She laughed and said, "Well that is exactly why I think you would be good Jerry. Why don’t you at least think about it." She then turned to walk away and talk to some one else. Everyone always wanted a piece of the priest and their feelings could be hurt if you didn’t say hello or something. It was a hard job I thought always being tactful and nice when inside you probably wanted to scream and yell.
　
After she left I stood by myself watching Drew talk with everyone in the room. He looked people in the eyes and really engaged them with his talk. He was good at this job! He took care to shake each persons hand and sometimes touched their arm slightly. He seemed to make each person he spoke to feel special. I fantasized what he might look like under those clergy clothes. What would he look like I wondered to myself? I imagined from his hands that he was in shape. He didn’t appear to be a body builder or anything and he did appear to a bit on the thin side. I thought that he was probably hairy but to what extent I couldn’t tell and I had no idea of what his cock would be like whether hard or soft. That I would have to wait to find out. Shit I thought I have no idea but at least it was fun thinking about it as I felt my cock getting hard again.
　
Maybe his cock would be uncut! Lately I had been very fascinated by all the uncut cocks I had seen on the internet. Not having a foreskin myself I wondered what it was like to have that skin covering the tip of my penis. Did it make the head more sensitive as I had heard? How did it retract? Was it hard to pull back? All these questions and more flooded my brain and I would very often beat my meat and shoot my cum while looking at some Euro hunk with an gorgeous uncut cock. My friend in England was uncut and would tell me about his cock from time to time so I did know a bit about what it must be like.
　
I hoped as well that it would not be too large. I was very afraid of large cocks thinking that I would not be able to fit one in my mouth properly and would ruin a night of lovemaking with my ineptitude. I wanted desperately to succeed at this cock sucking business and did not want anything to spoil a night of fun and games when and if I ever got the chance. I did like low hangers and hoped that he had saggy balls but most of all I just hoped that he had a dick and balls between his legs! I would just have to deal with whatever came my way so to speak!
　
At that point I walked back over to the coffee table to grab another cup of coffee while I waited for Drew. As luck would have it Drew walked over to the table as I was pouring a cup.
　
　
"Hey thanks so much for the coffee earlier," he said as he walked up.
"No problem," I told him as I reached for his cup to refill it. "Well how was your first Sunday at St. Luke’s?" I asked him as we sipped our coffee. "You told Mrs. Crawford you were nervous but I really couldn’t tell. You seemed very in control at all times!"
　
"No I really felt fine I just told her that because that was what she wanted to hear," he said as he laughed. He leaned closer to me and whispered "and don’t tell anyone I said this but I learned early on to always tell the old ladies what they want to hear."
　
"So how many times did our good ladies tell you to get a haircut," I said with a laugh.
　
"Oh about 10 or 12 I would say," and he laughed. "I also got recommendations for 3 different barbers and 4 different hairstylist as well. And let’s see 5 of the men told me to cut my sermons a bit shorter and probably 5 women did as well. But Laura told me it was great so that is who I will listen to I guess. I mean I don’t think they will fire me because of my hair or my sermons are to long!"
　
"Well you know Drew they all need to get over to the country club for their brunch or Sunday afternoon golf game," I laughed! Drew laughed along with me at the thought. "But seriously Drew I hope you don’t follow all their advice. I thought your sermon was great and your hair is very stylish" I added.
　
"Thanks for the compliment but I wasn’t quite sure if you were paying attention to my sermon this morning," he said with a huge grin on his face. "From where I was standing in the pulpit it looked as if you had something completely different on your mind," he said with a laugh and an impish grin on his face!
　
To change the subject I said, "Can I cook you a home cooked meal tonight to welcome you to town?"
　
"Wow that would be great," he said. "I have been eating microwave stuff and casseroles from the good church women this past week and could use a good home cooked meal in a relaxed setting with no one else around. Where do you live he asked?"
　
"It’s easy," I said. "Just turn right out of the church parking lot onto Old Mason Road and go for exactly 15 miles and turn left onto Basset Branch Road and then go to the end which is 3 miles. I live in a little white farm house and you can’t miss it. How about 6:30 is that OK with your schedule?"
　
"Yeah that would be great. After coffee hour is over I have a staff meeting and am then going to go back to my apartment and unpack some more and then have to be back at church for evening prayers which should be over by 6:15 so I should be there a little after 6:30. Is that OK?"
　
"Yeah that is cool. Don’t rush. Do you grilled tuna," I asked?
　
"Oh that would be heavenly," he laughed. "Can I bring anything he asked?"
　
"No just bring yourself and it is strictly casual," I told him.
　
"Well I may have to bring some other clothes. Can I change at your place Jerry?" he asked grinning.
　
"Sure no problem," I replied and then at that point Laura called to Drew that their staff meeting would be starting soon so he turned to go. He held out his hand to shake mine again and I was sure that he felt the electricity between us from the look on his face.
　
I floated out of the parish hall to my truck and drove to the grocery store where I shopped for dinner. I found a few nice tuna steaks, 2 sweet potatoes, some romaine lettuce for a salad, some radishes, carrots and peppers as well. I already had the other things I would need for the salad and a good jar of homemade peach chutney for the tuna as well as a few nice bottles of wine in my cellar that I had been saving for a special occasion such as this one. Damn I was high as a kite as I drove home singing the hymns from the earlier service.
　
I made it home and brought all the groceries inside. My dog Blair greeted me with a wagging tail and a dripping tongue. Blair was a Golden Retriever and was the sweetest dog I had ever had. I hoped that Drew liked dogs! I got Blair a treat and then I laid everything out on the counter that did not need to be refrigerated and went over the plan for the meal in my head. I was nothing if not efficient when it came to planning things out. My job required it and that part of my brain spilled over into my private life. Not that I had ever entertained a single cute and very attractive guy in my home before but hey there was always a first time for everything.
　
I then went into my bedroom where I got out of my church clothes, folded them and hung them up in my well organized closet and then put on some gym shorts and a t-shirt and began to clean the house. I stripped my bed and changed the sheets and fluffed the pillows. I cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed the rugs and the floors throughout the house. I walked around and checked everything to make sure it was clean and in its place. I loved neatness and order.
　
I went to my CD collection and picked out a nice selection of CD’s which I put into the 5 disc changer in my stereo ready to play. Van Morrison, John Hiatt, Rod Stewart, Joni Mitchell and Tracy Grammar to start with. Everything looked ready and I looked at the clock. Only 4:00! Damn I still had 2 and a half hours to go before he showed up! What was I going to do?
　
I went into my study/video room where I had my computer and large scree TV with DVD and Video tapes. I did not get any real TV channels on purpose but did have a huge collection of DVD’s and Video tapes. I collected a very eclectic list of movies from gay to westerns to love stories to drama to thrillers to action to mysteries and even a few porn movies thrown in for good measure. I had custom built floor to ceiling bookshelves made out of beautiful handcrafted walnut on 3 sides of the room filled with CD’s, DVD’s, Videos and books. But this afternoon I went over to my computer turned it on and brought up a favorite porn blog.
　
I thought a few hours of cruising the blogs and looking at photos might just put me into the mood for a night of wild sex with Drew my Associate Rector. I would get an early start on my production of precum if only I could keep myself from masturbating.
　
Chapter Three
I logged on and found some great photos of some very fit guys. I was always amazed at how things had changed so much in the past several years. If I had the internet when I was growing up I don’t think I would feel like I did. So alone in this world wanting so much to be gay but not knowing quite how to come out of my closet. It was amazing that these guys were willing to take photos of themselves and post them for thousands and thousands of other gay men to look at and lust over and jerk off to. I spent about 40 minutes just looking and stalking the sites I had
bookmarked allowing my juices to cook in my balls and cock! I was priming the pump so to speak in hopes that Drew would want to draw sweet jizz from my well.
　
In my spare time such as it was I was writing an erotic story to post so I worked on that for a bit as well and just cruised around the site looking at photos and reading interesting posts. I wanted to write about what it was like being 28 and gay and a virgin. I got a bit lost with time and finally realized that I had better take my shower and get cleaned up if I wanted to be ready for Drew’s arrival at 6:30!
　
I logged off the Internet and shut down my computer and walked into my bedroom where I stripped out of my gym shorts and t-shirt. I threw them in the laundry basket in my closet and walked naked to the bathroom. I had a full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and I looked at myself in the mirror striking various poses. My cock was about half hard and was dripping some precum which I reached down and took on my finger and tasted. Ahhhhh the sweet nectar of sex!
　
I though to myself Jerry you are not bad looking! I sucked in my gut and turned this way and that making various muscle poses and looking my body over from head to toe. I wasn’t fat but I did have a few extra pounds I could afford to lose. My arm muscles were nice and overall I was OK I thought. I walked over to my shower and turned on the water as hot as I thought I could stand it. My bathroom was beautiful I thought as I stood there testing the water. I had renovated the house to my exact specifications doing much of the work myself in my off hours. I had a large Jacuzzi tub under the window that could have fit about 3 persons although only one had ever actually used it!
　
The shower was a separate one and was big enough for two! I hoped I could get Drew in there at some point to make sure he was clean! I had 2 large oversized counter sinks that were purposely built higher than normal so I would not have to bend way over to wash my face or brush my teeth. I hate the way modern houses were designed with these little itty bitty sinks that were so far down you hurt your back bending over to get at the water and were hardly large enough to fit your hands under! The sinks were set in a long full sized marble counter stretching the length of one wall.
　
The toilet was a nice super flush model with a large comfortable seat and I had designed a large linen closet which held all my extra toiletries, towels, wash clothes and cleaning supplies needed to keep the bathroom clean and neat and disinfected. As the house had baseboard hot water heat I had also put copper hot water pipes under the tile floor for extra warmth on my bare feet and toes on a cold night! They were on a separate circuit so I could warm up the floor at all times of year.
　
I stepped into the shower and under the water and closed the shower door behind me. The water felt hot and it felt so good as it pulsed down on my body. I took my soap and washed every crack and crevice on my body. I took special care washing my dick and balls but also had to take care not to excite myself to much!
　
I had a built in seat in each back corner of the shower and I sat down to clean my feet and toes. It felt good as I massaged my toes and feet with soap getting them as clean as I could. I also made sure my ass was cleaned although I had lots of mental reservations about that part of male sex. I just wasn’t sure about having some guy stick his hard cock up my ass hole. I mean it was so tight how would it fit? And what would that feel like? And what about the shit I thought? That was a definite turn off for me. I had tried from time to time sticking my fingers up there when I showered and really did not like how it felt and I know I hated it when my doctor did a prostate check on me each year during my annual physical. We would just have to see about that when the time came. Perhaps Drew was just a cock man like I wanted to be.
　
I finally felt clean and I turned off the water and stepped out onto the bath mat and took one of my large oversized thick towels from the rack and dried myself off. I loved the feeling of a nice thick towel as it rubbed my skin and dried off the water. I dried my hair and looked at myself in the large wall to wall mirror over the sinks. I looked clean as a whistle! I stepped onto the mat in front of the sink and got all my shaving stuff ready. I shaved my face smooth as a babies bottom and cleaned off the excess shaving cream and slapped some Old Spice Original After Shave on my skin. I loved the way it made my face tingle. I then wiped some deodorant in each pit stood back and admired myself in the mirror.
　
I then flossed my teeth as I didn’t want Drew to find any unpleasant surprises when we kissed! I brushed my teeth and then combed my hair. I cleaned up the counter and put everything in its place. I threw my towel and bath mat in the hamper in the linen closet and replaced them with fresh ones ready in case Drew and I decided we needed to shower!
　
I walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom. I loved this room! It made me feel so good. It was comfortable and it was me! Original Heart Pine wooden floors with a nice thick oriental rug at the end of the bed. A large picture window on the front wall overlooked the porch and as I had no neighbors I never had the curtains closed so I could look out at anytime of day or night and see what the weather was doing. By the window in the left corner of the room was a very comfortable leather chair with a footstool and a nice reading lamp and table next to it.
　
On the other side was a large dresser that I had inherited from my grandfather. It was made from mahogany and had lots of little drawers and even a secret drawer that only I knew about. My bed was a handmade Mission Style king sized bed made from oak. It stood about 2 feet off the floor and had a large headboard and two side table with lamps and shelves for my many bedtime books. I had room for storage in plastic bins underneath the high bed and an oversized walk in closet to the left side of the bed where I had all my clothes and shoes set out.
　
I was proud of this room and I hoped that Drew would like it as well. Was I putting to much stock into this visit from Drew? I knew I was but I could not help it as I had felt the electricity when we touched and from the look on Drew’s face he had felt it as well. We were going to be lovers I was sure of that! For the first time in my life I seemed very sure of that fact.
　
Now what was I going to wear? Should I dress up or dress down? I picked out a nice t-shirt and a pair of nice gym shorts with nothing on underneath just in case I wanted to shed them quickly. I worried a bit about controlling my hard on but decided to go for it. If it showed well then it showed and Drew would know all about me and my intentions on his honor just by looking at the tent in the front of my shorts!
　
About five minutes to go until 6:30 although I expected him to be a few minutes late never having driven my road before. I looked around the room and checked out myself in the mirror once again. I thought I looked OK. I was not a model by any means but I was OK I decided as I turned to walk into the living room.
　
I looked around my gorgeous living room. A fireplace dominated the far wall with two windows about half way up on either side and under them book shelves holding my stereo and speakers, a few books and CD’s and a lot of photos of family and friends. Blair was following me around the room. He knew something was up by my nervous energy but couldn’t decide exactly what! I walked over to the stereo and pressed play and then shuffle and the sounds of Van Morrison drifted throughout the house in all the hidden speakers I had placed in each room. I adjusted the level to a quiet but not to quiet one as I heard a car drive up the driveway and saw Blair run to the front door wagging his tail to beat the band!
　
I walked to the door taking a few deep breaths to calm me down and opened it to see Drew drive up in an older model grey Honda Accord and stop in front of the house. He unfolded his 6 foot 6 inch thin frame from the drivers side door and looked up at the house. I opened the front door and Blair rushed out to greet our guest. I walked out onto the deep front porch of the house and stood there smiling and watching Drew and how he reacted to Blair. That would tell me a lot about this man.
　
He crouched down to be on Blair’s level and smiled and laughed as Blair came up to him to smell his crotch and get some free pats and scratches. "Good boy," he said over and over again as he petted Blair and rubbed his head. Blair gave his approval and turned and ran ahead of Drew up to the porch where I gave him a few head scratches as well. Drew called, "Hi Jerry," as he walked up to the porch steps with a huge smile on his gorgeous face. He still had on his collar and church clothes but was carrying his casual clothes in his hands.
　
"What a great place," he said as he bounded up the steps with his hand stuck out to shake mine again. I couldn’t get enough of that electric shock treatment so I reached out my hand to shake his as well. I was not disappointed and felt that warm wonderful feeling spread throughout my body. I broke it off before my dick stood at attention and saluted and invited Drew inside. He looked great but we were going to have to do something about making him a bit more comfortable.
　
"Look you can change in here," I said directing him to my bedroom. "Make yourself at home and I’ll be in the kitchen."
　
"Great Jerry. Look I forgot my shoes so I hope it is OK to go barefoot," he said smiling.
　
"No problem," I relied holding up my barefoot for him to see, "I almost never wear anything around the house. And oh by the way this is Blair and I think he likes you!"
　
"I like him too! I love dogs and maybe if I stay long enough at St. Luke’s I will get a puppy," he said patting Blair on the head and heading into my bedroom. I wanted desperately to go with him but felt that might be to forward.
　
After a few moments he came walking into the kitchen wearing some very tight gym shorts and a very tight tee as well. I could see the outline of a nice cock through the fabric of his shorts but couldn’t tell if he was cut or uncut but it did look to be a nice size and I hoped it wouldn’t be to big. His tee was tight and I could see he was on the thin side as I had suspected but not overly thin. His face was his best feature but the rest of him wasn’t bad either and who was I to judge anyway?
　
"Damn I just picked up this shirt and realized it is way to small for me," he said pulling at the fabric. "Would you mind terribly if I took it off. It is just way to tight."
　
"Hey no problem man. I don’t have any neighbors and Blair always warns me when someone drives up so most of the time I don’t wear anything around the house." I threw my arms out to the side and side, "I dressed up just for you and well because you are a priest and all."
　
He reached down and grabbed the end of his shirt and started to pull it up and over his head slowly. Was he giving me the chance to oggle his body? I hoped so. As I had noticed before he was on the thin side and his ribs showed. He was a bit on the white side but I saw he had a nice thick treasure trail leading from his navel to the top of his gym shorts. His belly button was large and deep like I liked them with that cute little pillow of skin at the bottom that was so sexy to me. I wondered if that had a name I thought. He had quite a few long brown hairs growing out of the brown aureoles around his perky nipples which seemed to be very erect and distinct. The middle of his chest had a nice small triangle of curly brown hair and I longed to run my fingers through it and taste those nipples with my tongue. He folded up the shirt and placed it neatly on a side chair. My kind of man I thought.
　
"Damn Jerry your house is fantastic. I love your bedroom and your bathroom is amazing. I could see spending a lot of time there," he said grinning as I handed him a glass of Merlot I had uncorked earlier.
　
"Hope you like Merlot," I said. "Yeah I have done most of the work myself after I get off work and it has been a real labor of love. I found a lot of the stuff I used and love to give it a second life."
　
He held out his glass and said, "To a new friend whom I hope will become a GREAT friend."
　
"I’ll drink to that," I said laughing as we both took a drink.
　
"Nice wine," he said, "now what can I do to help with the dinner. I am famished. I went from the church to home and then back to church and didn’t eat anything. My own fault but the day just got away from me."
　
My dining room had a large handmade cherry table with matching chairs that could seat 10 persons. I had made it all myself and was very proud of its craftsmanship and noticed with pride that Drew had run his fingertip across its surface as he walked by on his way to the kitchen just now.
　
"Your table is amazing," he said, "did you make it?"
　
"Yeah it took me about five months to make the table and all the chairs," I said. "Here you can peel and slice the carrots and cucumbers and peppers for the salad." handing him a vegetable peeler, a knife and cutting board.
　
"Damn man that is so incredible you are amazing Jerry! This whole place is amazing," he said starting to work. I certainly liked the way that sounded! "I think you are a well kept secret Jerry and I think I sort of like it that way."
　
"So you can have me all to yourself Drew," I answered grinning as I tore apart the romaine lettuce for the salad.
　
"Not a bad idea," he said swaying to the music. "Not a bad idea at all."
The kitchen was my dream kitchen. Lots of counter space made from high quality marble, built in maple cabinets, state of the art freezer, refrigerator, dishwasher, oven and gas range. Three different sinks and lots of storage space for everything I might need to produce a gourmet meal. I loved to cook and just wanted someone to share what I cooked from time to time!
"It’s nice to have someone to cook with Jerry and this kitchen is a dream kitchen. I actually get sort of tired of all the terrible casseroles all the ladies are always brining me. I mean I really do appreciate their thoughtfulness but some of their food is so bad I just have to throw it out. You have no idea," he said laughing. I loved his laugh and I really loved having a half naked man in my kitchen talking with me.
　
Chapter Four
"Hey man do you care for any crackers and some goat cheese with spicy red pepper jelly I made myself?" I asked him.
　
"Oh wow that sounds great! I am so famished. I need to learn how to take some time for myself on Sundays," he said as he took a cracker spread the goat cheese on it and then put some of the spicy red pepper jelly on top of that and popped the whole thing in his mouth. "OHHHHH MANNNN that is incredible. This was worth the wait Jerry. Just the right jolt of spice man," he said as he swallowed. "All the different tastes and the spicy jelly is fantastic! You are going to have to teach me how to make that stuff Jerry. Ohhhhh Shit it tastes like an orgasm man! Damn I have got to have another taste of that," as he prepared another cracker.
　
Hmmm I thought to myself I could give you an orgasm on a cracker and giggled at the thought of some jizz spread on a cracker.
　
"Anything you care to share," Drew asked looking at me as he chewed.
　
"Well..damn...oh shit...well yeah man it just popped into my head but I could help thinking about
some fresh creamy white jizz on a cracker after you made that last comment. Sorry couldn’t help it." I said looking down at the counter.
　
He laughed out loud and said, "yeah I can see why that would be funny. Maybe we will have to try that out when we get to know each other." And the he started to giggle and laugh harder.
　
"Now it is my turn to ask what is so funny," I asked joining in with him laughing.
"Oh shit man I can’t help it and you can’t tell anyone I said this but I just thought about serving crackers and jizz at our next pot lunch and seeing how Mrs. Crawford and her friends like them," he held his side he was laughing so hard. "Oh Drew these are so deeeelicious. You must give us the recipe for our next bridge luncheon." He said trying to imitate her fake upper crust voice.
　
We were both hysterical with laughter thinking about that.
　
"Damn Drew I haven’t laughed like this in a long time. I think I like you a lot and hope tonight is the start of a long friendship." I said once I stopped laughing.
　
"Yeah I hope so as well Jerry," he said taking another sip of wine. "So if I am not being to nosey how long have you lived here?"
　
He was busy eating another cracker with the cheese and jelly mixture and a bit of jelly was hanging out the side of his mouth. I wanted to reach over and take it off with my finger tip but was afraid. Why I don’t know.
　
"Well I bought it about 8 years ago when I moved here to work for the resort. It was in terrible shape but I have slowly turned it into my dream place. I love the old farmhouse look and feel but I wanted to make it mine and add some modern conveniences to it that the old folks who built it did not have in their day and time. I took out walls and changed the floor space around and opened it up so it would be more spacious. I had to completely redo all the floors and the walls and ceilings as well. It was quite a job but I think it was worth it I said proudly!" I said.
　
"Well you have made it into a show place that is for sure! I could see myself living here easily," he said as he continued to chop up the veggies for the salad. He brandished the knife in the air and said, "A little know trivia fact about me was that I worked as a prep person in a big kitchen before I went to seminary," he told me. "I hated it but at least I know how to cook and clean. I guess I will make someone a great wife someday," he laughed!
　
I grabbed the sweet potatoes and poked some holes in each one and wrapped them with a paper towel to put into the microwave. I went over to the indoor grill and turned on the gas flame and lit the gas to heat up the grill for the tuna steaks. I looked over at Drew as he sliced and diced the stuff for the salad. God he was gorgeous. He did have a nice body even if he was on the thin side but I could always fatten him up a bit. I think I could get used to having him around in my kitchen and well in my bed too! I thought about tracing my fingertips and tongue along the length of his ribs and wondered if it would turn him on.
I enjoyed watching his body as he moved in time to the music and I could see the muscles in his arm flex while gripping the knife as he concentrated on his job. I loved the veins in his arms and hands as well. The Gods were really smiling on me today to bring Drew into my life. I had dreamed so long of preparing a meal with a lover in my kitchen. Of course in my dreams he was completely naked but hell there was plenty of time for that to happen.
　
I felt myself getting hard just thinking about Drew so I took my eyes away and concentrated on taking the tuna steaks, which I had marinated with Paul Newman’s Olive Oil and Vinegar Salad Dressing, out of the fridge. I had also sprinkled them with a dry rub seasoning mix from the Rendezvous Restaurant in Memphis Tennessee and some black and red pepper mix that I liked called Hot Shot.
　
"OK there I think I have it all chopped up," Drew said at last putting down his knife.
　
"Great man now just dump it all in the salad bowl and toss it around a bit and then you can sprinkle some Parmesan cheese and some crumbled Bleu Cheese on the top and it will be good to go." I told him.
　
I threw the tuna steaks on the grill to cook them for about 6 minutes on a side so they would be pink in the middle.
　
"I hope you like your tuna pink in the middle," I asked?
　
"Yeah that would be great," he said. "Although from the crowd at church today I am sure there are not many people around here who will eat their tuna like that. You seemed to be the only other young single guy around so I guess we are stuck with each other."
　
"That’s is fine by me man and you are right I get lonely at church sometimes for someone around my age. They are all teenagers or younger or way older. Say how old are you anyway? I am 28," I said knowing the answer but just wanting to hear him talk.
　
"Well I am 26 so we aren’t to far apart," he said taking another sip of wine. "Can I pour you some more?" He asked holding up the wine bottle. I nodded and he poured us each some more wine.
　
I turned the tuna over to cook on the other side and then took the sweet potatoes out of the microwave as the chime had gone off telling me they were done. I put one on each plate.
　
"Love your indoor grill," Drew remarked.
　
"Well I grill all the time and just thought why the hell not when I was remolding in here," I said looking at the Tuna Steaks. "And you are right about the tuna folks around here like theirs well done. No pink for them. Guess that is to gay." I added for some reason. We both laughed at the lame remark. I took a sip of wine to cover my embarrassment.
　
"So you like wine," Drew asked me.
　
"Yeah I am not much a drinker I guess. Don’t really have the time but I like a good wine and don’t mind spending bucks to get a good one. There is a great store in town and the guy that owns it has really helped me build my cellar. And also the wine steward at work is always giving me free bottle of wine the distributors leave for him to taste. It came in handy having you here tonight," I said. "And now that you are in town perhaps we can find the time to sample some of my other bottles."

"Yeah I would really like that Jerry. I don’t think I have felt this comfortable around another guy in quite a long time. I really want to get to know you better," he said looking at me over the top of his wine glass. "I like your taste in music, in food, in wine and in this house. I think we are pretty compatible don’t you?"
　
I brushed some of the marinade across the surface of the tuna which had been seared with great grill marks and wondered about his last statement. It seemed like Drew and I were really clicking. Drew came over and stood next to me as we watched the tuna cooking on the grill.
　
All of a sudden he started to sing the song Moon Dance which was playing on the stereo and moving his hips hitting them against mine in time to the music. I reciprocated by moving my hips and singing as well. It felt so good to touch our bodies together this way. This was what life was supposed to be like. Two people living together and sharing fun and music and cooking and of course some great SEX together.
　
I turned and cut the potatoes open with a knife noting they were done perfectly and I slapped some butter in the crevice created in the skin when I cut it with the knife.
"Why don’t you carry the salad and the potatoes and the wine over to the table," I asked Drew.
　
"Sure no problem," and he carried the requested items over to the table in two trips dancing all the way. I loved the way the gym shorts material moved on his thighs showing off the outline of his cock every once in awhile. I still couldn’t see if he was cut or not but was sure to find out later or at least hoped I would chuckling to myself.
　
The tuna was finally done and I took it off and placed it on a plate to take to the table.
　
"OK now let’s see," I said, "do we have everything? Tuna, salad, potatoes, dressing, bread, wine. I think that should do it."
　
We stood by the table looking down at the food.
　
"Shall we hold hands for a blessing," Drew asked?
　
"Yeah that would be great" I replied.
　
We held hands and I felt the electric shock go up and down my body as he said, "Oh good and Gracious God. Please bless this food as you have blessed our lives today and always. Help us to always see the face of Jesus in all we meet and watch over all those who need your help today and tomorrow and forever. Thanks you for bringing Jerry and I together in this place and help us to be the friends we are meant to be. In your honor. Amen."
　
"That was a nice blessing," I said as we sat down in our chairs side by side.
　
"Everything is so beautiful Jerry. Your plates and glasses and stuff is all so fantastic." he said.
　
"Well I love hand made things as you can probably tell and all of this is handmade from potters and glassblowers at the Penland School of Crafts over in Spruce Pine. I will have to take you over there someday. It’s not too far from here only about an hour or so. It is amazing to see all the incredible art that comes out of that place."
　
"Damn man you have made me feel so welcome I just feel like I was meant to be here with you all day every day. Do you know what I mean?" he asked as he looked me in the eyes smiling that gorgeous smile of his.
　
"Yeah....um...yeah... I think I do know what you mean," I stammered in reply to his question.
　
We helped ourselves to the food and started to eat and drink and talk about our day and about Drew’s life and about my life. We told each other all about what we did and how we got to where we were today finally finishing our conversation as we had finished the wonderful meal we had prepared together. TOGETHER! That was an incredible word. TOGETHER!
　
"Why don’t we get all this cleaned up and then we can take our wine into the living room and get comfortable," I suggested.
　
"Sounds great," he said. "I hate to leave dirty dishes around."
　
"Oh you are a man after my own heart," I said walking into the kitchen with a load to wash. We worked well together as we cleaned up the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher and washing the other items in the sink and placing them on the drying rack.
　
"All done," I said at last. "We really do work well together don’t we?"
　
"Yeah it is sort of like I have known you my whole life," Drew said to me. "It’s weird isn’t it? I have never before so completely connected with a guy so fast before."
　
"Yeah I feel the same way. I think it is meant to be," I said.
　
I grabbed another bottle of wine which I opened and carried into the living room. We sat side by side on the leather couch and toasted our glasses once again. Our legs were touching as we sat on the couch and I could feel the heat of his body transferring to mine. Blair came over and put his face in between our two legs and we both reached to pet him touching our hands together as we touched Blair. It felt good and it felt right.
　
"To a great meal," we said as we clinked out glasses together.
　
"Look I had better put Blair outside Drew," I said getting up and motioning for Blair to follow me to the door where he went happily outside to explore and play. He was such a great dog and I just didn’t want him in the way of our possible lovemaking. He probably wouldn’t understand what we were doing to each other while making love. I went back and sort of jumped on the couch next to Drew landing with a thud.
　
"Not that I am really ready for it after that incredible meal you just served us but I wonder if I may ask what you had in mind for desert," Drew asked with a devilish grin as he took a sip of his wine.
　
Chapter Five
　
I thought a moment and took a sip of wine wondering what I should say, "We will get to that a bit later but I am sure it will involve some whipped cream of some sort," I said laughing.
　
We both had a laugh over that as I think we each knew what it was we both wanted for desert. I thought to myself a bit of after dinner whipped cream or maybe some cum or perhaps some jizz. But please hold the cherry! We continued to sip our wine and talk about our lives with each other. Drew told me what it was like being a priest and how lonely it could be at times but also how fulfilling it was most of the time. He got to see folks at their best and their worst and everywhere in between. Finally Drew and I finished our wine and we both placed our wine glasses on the coffee table in front of us.
　
"Jerry I was wondering if you could tell me what was going on during my sermon? I got the feeling that you were not paying very close attention to what I was saying and the look on your face almost had me laughing up there in the pulpit! Now that would have set Mrs. Crawford off to be sure. She probably would have had me on the next bus out of town if I had broken up while preaching the good news!" Drew asked.
　
We both laughed at that thought. I then impulsively reached down and grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off over my head and tossed it on the end of the couch. I let Drew look at my body for a minute and then said, "well I have to be honest and say that although the first part of your sermon was quite good I was not listening to the rest of it at all. I was mentally undressing you in the pulpit and taking off your robes and cassock and collar. And well hey I might as well say it I was having an orgasm while dreaming about sucking on your cock! I pumped two loads of cum into my shorts sitting there next to Mrs. Crawford. I thought she would see me but hell it was worth it."
　
"Damn man," he said, "I don’t think that has ever happened to me before. Must have been one powerful sermon to make you cum! I guess I felt the same way about you as I walked up the aisle and looked over at you in your pew. I am not sure I have ever felt this way about another guy so quickly before in my life. I am just not sure what I want to do about it. I mean I know what I want to do about it but as a priest and now as your priest I feel sort of conflicted if you know what I mean."
　
"Look I have known I was gay since I was about 13 or so but have only had 2 experiences with other guys. One was my best friend in highschool when we were 18 and the other was in college with my roommate. I only had one time with each guy so I am not very experienced but I know that I want to live with a man. I have tried women and they seemed like they liked what we did when we made love but it just wasn’t there for me if you know what I mean. My heart was just not in it." Drew said looking me in the eyes as I nodded in reply.
　
"But now that I am a priest I am just not sure what my boundaries should be you know. I sort of thought that I could be well celibate you know and I have been since college but damn I just get tired of beating my meat all the time. I want to hug someone and love someone. I just can’t do it by myself I guess. I mean it’s so weird that in our world it is OK for me to get married to a woman but in this state I can’t get married to a man so does that just leave me out forever?" he said a bit dejected.
　
I looked down at his crotch while he spoke and could see that he had an erection which was pushing the gym shorts up into a tent. I reached down and placed my hand on his hard cock and could feel the heat through the material of the shorts which made my cock get hard as well. He gasped as I squeezed his cock through the material of the shorts.
　
I looked into his eyes and said, "Drew I am not going to let the fact that you are my priest stop me from loving you tonight. I have to tell you I have never been with a man. I am a 28 year old virgin. I have dreamed about men since I was younger and now I am 28 and I am not going to dream anymore. I am not willing to let my life go by without taking this chance. We are going to make love together tonight and then we can figure out the rest later. I am going to taste your cock tonight! If you need me to leave the church so you will feel more comfortable then I will. I have no problem with that." I said still squeezing his rock hard cock through his gym shorts as he squirmed on the couch next to me.
　
"Look we don’t have to live together as a couple. I know that would be over the top for both of us and for the church and for people in this community but as I am sure you noticed I live way out in the country with no close neighbors and not many close friends so we can do what we like whenever we need to. Your job will demand a lot of your time as does mine so we can get together and cook and watch movies and listen to music and hike and have wild and raunchy sex whenever our schedules permit." I squeezed his dick hard as I said the last sentence and he moaned with pleasure. It felt so good to finally know that I was going to be with a man at long last.
　
"Sex is going to be our desert with lots and lots of whipped cream," I laughed! "Stand up now so I can see you in your glory. I want to memorize every detail of your gorgeous body."
　
"You really think my body is gorgeous," he asked?
　
"Hell yeah man it is incredible." I replied.
　
"Well I have always thought I was to thin but I am glad that you like it," he said standing up facing me.
　
"Well you are on the thin side Drew but from where I am sitting you are gorgeous." I let go of his cock and could see the wet spot where he had leaked some precum on the gym shorts. I grabbed them and pulled them down to the floor letting him step out of them. I tossed them with my
t-shirt on the couch and turned to look at his manhood in front of my face.
　
No matter how many fantasies I had about this moment nothing could have prepared me for the beauty and the wonder of his cock and balls and pubes. They were absolutely gorgeous. His cock was rock hard and pointing up at the ceiling and it was covered with veins running up and down the shaft and across the foreskin covering the tip of his cock. Oh my God I thought he was uncut. My dreams had been answered. He was fucking uncut. The head was peaking out of the hole in the foreskin and the piss slit looked like an eye looking at me. He was about 7 inches long which was great and about a handful wide as well. His hard cock was dancing up and down as he strained his muscles giving me a show. Oh sweet Jesus it was beautiful!
　
His pubes were a forest of thick curly brown hairs just waiting for me to explore their dense undergrowth. A fine treasure trail led up to his wonderful navel with its pillow of skin waiting at the bottom for my tongue to set it on fire. His balls were hanging down about 2 ½ inches and were swinging under his cock and between his legs which were set apart allowing them the freedom to swing as they needed. Each ball was distinct in its own sac covered with fine long curly brown hairs. Each egg was waiting for me to delicately slip it into my waiting mouth and rub its surface with my tongue.
　
I looked back at his cock and the foreskin and said, "Damn man I am so glad you are not cut. I have had wonderful dreams about my first lover having a foreskin. You’re cock may be the most gorgeous one I have ever seen I told him. You are super fucking hot man!"
　
"Go ahead Jerry touch my cock. I want to feel your fingers on the shaft and feel your hot breath on it." he said huskily.
　
I did as I was told and reached out my hand to lightly stroke the surface of his cock. The skin felt hot but soft and hard at the same time. My fingers delicately trailed over the veins and as they made their way up and down the shaft finally grasping the entire thing in my grip. He moaned as I did this and thrust his hips towards me. I squeezed my fist tightly closed on his cock making it swell and turn a darker color.
　
"Oh Jerry it’s been so long since someone has loved my dick," he told me.
　
I continued to squeeze my fist around the shaft and pulled the skin of the shaft down towards his pubes bringing his foreskin back and exposing the shiny purple red tip of his hard cock to my view and to the air. It was beautiful all shiny and sort of slimy with precum. I leaned forward and just smelled his crotch which smelled strongly of man. A strong musky scent that was stronger than I had expected but not at all unpleasant. A manly smell. Oh how I wished they could bottle this stuff!
　
I sat there on the couch taking in the smells of this man in front of me. I wanted to place those smells in my brain forever so I would know my man anywhere. I finally reached out my tongue to taste his cock head for the first time. He moaned loudly as my tongue found the sensitive tip of his cock and roamed around its surface. He squirmed and rotated his hips as I explored the tip of his cock holding the foreskin out of the way. My tongue probably felt like sandpaper on that sensitive tip. I could taste the sweet nectar of his precum.
　
"OOOOHHHH Jerry that feels so good," he cried as I started to place his whole cock in my mouth for its journey to the back of my throat.
　
I opened up my mouth as wide as I could and tried to keep my teeth out of the way as I pushed myself onto his cock as he pushed himself into my throat. It seemed to slide in easily and before I knew it my nose was pressed against the coarse curly hairs of his pubic region getting the full blast of the warm sweaty salty manly smell. I could feel the tip of his cock against the rear of my throat and could feel myself trying to gag. I pulled off a little bit and then moved forward again and pulled off and forward getting used to having a mans cock in my mouth.
　
Hallelujah! I was home at last. I had dreamed this dream for so long and now it was coming true. I was sucking on Drew’s cock and he was apparently liking it if his moans and whimpers were any indication. I took my mouth all the way off to look at his wet and slimy cock with the base still grasped firmly in my grip. I was not going to let go of that cock now that I had one in my grip! I took my other hand and began to slowly rub the tip of his cock and over the shaft slowly beating his meat as I had so often done to myself.
　
He liked it when I paid special attention to the head and rubbed the surface with the rough palm of my hand giving him pleasure and also some pain at the same time. I put the tip back in my mouth and reached under his cock with my free had to grab one of his balls and squeeze it gently.
　
"OHHHHH SHIIIITTTT man you can squeeze harder if you want to," he told me with a groan. "That feels so damn good," he yelled to me as I squeezed one ball and then the other and then both at the same time.
　
"OHHHHH MANNNNN kiss my balls," he pleaded, "and suck on them please!"
　
I did as Drew wanted and kissed each ball and took each one into my mouth one at a time licking each one with my tongue. I finally placed both in my mouth and tried to suck on them as he wanted me to. They were a mouthful and while it wasn’t unpleasant all the hair growing out of the surface of the skin covering his balls kept getting stuck in between my teeth making me laugh.
　
"Oh damn Jerry I think I am going to fall over. My legs are starting to shake. Let me lie down on the couch please or you will be picking me off the floor," Drew said at last.
　
Without letting go of his hard cock I moved so that he could lie on the couch and I kneeled on the floor beside him. He placed his leg up on the back of the couch and let one leg fall over the side of the couch so that I would have better access to his cock and balls.
　
I wanted to kiss him and make love to his nipples but there was no way in hell I was going to let go of his cock at this point. I continue to slowly and with great deliberation stroke his cock and rub the tip and every once in awhile I would place the tip in my mouth to give it some extra attention and some needed lubrication although he was spilling lots of precum which made my job easier.
　
Damn I thought I was born for this! I was in love and I loved what I was doing. I guess I thought to myself it was worth the wait. I could sense a change in his body and especially his dick and balls and somehow knew Drew was getting ready to shoot his load. Did I want it in my mouth or did I want to watch him shoot all over his chest. What a dilemma! I went for an explosion to the chest and began to really pump his swollen cock up and down up and down up and down. Faster and faster as he sucked in his belly and groaned with the pleasurable pain I was delivering with each stroke. He was groaning and trying desperately to hold his orgasm until the last possible moment. I knew the feelings he was experiencing as I pumped his cock. I was fascinated watching his cock and the foreskin and his balls and everything about the wonderful process of making love to another man.
　
"OHHHHHHH JEEEEERRRRRRY he yelled as he shot a huge rope of creamy white thick jizz out of his cock which landed on his chest covering one nipple with his cum.
　
Oh God I loved watching the rope of cum shoot out of the tip of his dick like a cannon. How was that possible that a man could do that? The rope twisted and turned in the air all milky white and then it sort of curved at the end like a candy cane before landing with a splat on his chest.
　
"OHHHHHH SHITTTTT," he yelled again as another pump to his cock brought another shot of cum this one landing on his chin, then next one in the middle of his chest and the next one on his abs filling his navel with sweet sweet cum. Drew shot 6 huge thick milky loads altogether but I continued to massage his cock into my mouth licking the last drops of cum from his slit. Oh it tasted good. My own cum tasted great and I had been eating it for years but this was nectar of the Gods! Another man’s juice!
　
I laid his cock down into his pubes and took a look at his body covered in man juice. My sacramental wine of love. And now I needed to lick every drop from his body. I leaned down and began with the few drops in his pubes and on his treasure trail stopping on my ascent up his chest at the navel which I drained dry with a few slurps of my tongue making him moan once again and arch his back in delight as I probed to the bottom of his navel.
　
He watched me as I cleaned him up and he writhed as I kissed each nipple and bit them slightly as I drank all of his cum that I could find finally ending up at his chin and then ending with his eager mouth. He eagerly drank his cum which I spit back into his mouth as we kissed. Our tongues met in a passion of fire and our lips held each others mouths tight against each other. My hand massaged his body up and down as we kissed and he pulled me into a tight passionate embrace with his arms.
　
"I love you Jerry" he said as we broke apart looking deep each other in the eyes.
"Oh man I love you too. Damn I know we can make it work I know we can." I said.
　
"Oh yes we will make it work," he said with a huge grin as we kissed again and I reached down to massage his half soft cock. He moaned and kissed me harder as I squeezed his cock again seeing if it would arise to the occasion and let me drink once again of its precious fluid. I thought to myself how glad I was that I had put Blair outside and I also was amazed that all I could think about was Drew’s pleasure not mine which I was sure would come in good time...........
　

 

[valle12tom]

Ahhh I just reworked this story and tweaked it a bit. Let me know what you think.

Peace

 

[vampsrock1992]

Oh My God The Best Story Ever!!!!!!!!!!! I Loved This One.

 

[adam04]

WOW! kinda like eating a forbidden fruit!

 

[slagtdan]

WOW! I sooooo want to see where this goes from here.
You have the writing gift...USE IT!

 

[Kennyboi]

yeaaaah.....now get to the next bit where he's top to your bottom........

 

[Shelby29]

This thread may be from 2010 but I couldn't help but want o\to read a story about a priest. And coming from Western NC I was happy to find the story took place there. Loved every minute of the story; actually wish there were more updates over the years.