admin

Subject: My Pastor and Me ? Part 6 If you would be so kind, could you add this chapter to my story? Thx! DGD *My Pastor and Me -- Part 6* Gay, incest, boy, man, son, father, pastor * * * * I was out swimming laps in the pool when I saw my dad head inside from working in the garden. Mom was away at her sister's, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to check a few things out. I got out and dried off then snuck inside and waited for just the right moment. I heard the water running, so I knew I had to wait until he was done. I waited a little impatiently outside the family bathroom door until I heard the water stop. I gave him a few extra minutes to dry off because it was a ritual of his to apply lotion after a shower. Then I decided to go ahead and do it. I knocked and asked, "Dad, can I take a quick shower?" "Sure. Come on in," I heard from the other side. I opened the door and sure enough, he was just finishing up toweling off. I came in and shucked my trunks then we switched places. "Thanks, I just want to get the chlorine off." I knew I didn't have much time, so I jumped in, turned the water on, took a quickie shower, then turned the water back off. I pulled the curtain back and grabbed a towel. "Wow, when you said `quick' you really meant it!" He commented. I just chuckled and proceeded to towel off while I watched him apply the lotion to his body. He was the opposite of my pastor. While the pastor was smooth, Dad was hairy. While the pastor was rather thin, Dad was all muscle from working hard at his job in construction. When I was finished drying off, I asked, "Would you like me to put some lotion on your back?" "Sure, son, that would be great." I took the bottle from him and squirted some out on my hands then began massaging it into his skin. I decided to ask him a question as an overture to what I hoped would be more. "Dad?" "Yes, son?" "I was wondering... why didn't you have me circumcised like you are when I was born?" "Well, that's because I wanted to give you the choice I never had." "What do you mean, `choice'?" He turned around and looked at me. "I mean, if you like it and want to keep it, you can, but if you decide at some point that you don't, you can always get circumcised later on." "Oh... but I do like it, Dad. And I wanted to thank you for letting me keep it." Then I pulled on it and showed him what I could do with it. "See it stretches and I can pull it back or cover the head with it. It's great!" I assured him. I looked over at his cock and noticed that it was a little more swollen than it had been a few minutes ago. So, I moved closer and took his cock in my hand, then pushed my cock escort head up against his and pulled the extra skin over his, docking with him. "This is what yours would look like with foreskin. What do you think?" "I-I-I don't know what to think. I never thought about it." He answered, clearly not knowing what to do about my hand holding his ever-growing cock and the fact that our cocks were touching for the first time. "It's not wrong, what I'm doing, is it Dad?" "Oh, no, son. I'm just..." I could tell he didn't know how to finish that thought, so I decided to help him out. "If you're worried about getting a boner, don't. See, I'm getting one too?" He looked and seemed to notice for the first time that my cock was getting big like his. The foreskin could no longer cover his and mine as they both grew longer and thicker. Once they were both hard, I pulled my extra skin back and said, "You know, Dad, except for the extra skin, our dicks look very similar. Isn't that cool?" He chuckled and answered, "Yes, son, that is indeed, `cool.'" I decided the moment called for a hug, so I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. It took a second for him to respond likewise but he finally did. I could still feel his hard cock against my stomach and mine nestled underneath his balls. It was so hot, and I wanted to make it last forever, but I didn't know what to do next to escalate this moment. "What do you say, we get out of this bathroom and get dressed?" he asked. "Do we have to, Dad? I like it when you hold me like this." He gave in and continued to hold me while I thought quickly about my next move. Then it came to me, "Dad..." I started as I pulled back a little to face him. "Shouldn't we take care of these?" I asked as I reached between us and took his still-hard cock in my hand and squeezed. He looked down at me and asked, "What do you mean, `take care of these'?" "I mean jerk off. Wouldn't that be better than getting blue balls?" I asked. "And just what do you know about `blue balls,' son?" He asked with a look on his face that was both skeptical and curious. "I've heard the guys talk about it... and I know from personal experience that it hurts!" He chuckled and asked me another question, "And I suppose you have a plan for taking care of these?" finally taking my hard-on in his hand. "Well, I thought maybe we could get comfortable and jerk off together or maybe even jerk each other off," I suggested, leaving the final decision up to him. "Let's get comfortable and then decide, huh?" Then he let go of my stiffy, so I said, "Okay." I smiled and reluctantly let go of his thick prick too, then followed him izmit escort bayan into den. He sat down on the couch and I sat next to him, hips and legs touching. The contrast between his hairiness and my smoothness was remarkable. Then he reached over and took my stiff prick in his hand and I did likewise. He started stroking it up and down and I did the same to his. When he sped up, I sped up. When he slowed down, I slowed down. Before long I was getting close, so thought I should tell him. "I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last, Dad," I said, panting. "Let go whenever you feel like it, son. I'll be right there with you," he replied. Then the first rope of my pearly cream shot out of my slit. I watched for the signs of his orgasm as I continued to come. When he shut his eyes and threw his head back, I knew he was about to shoot, but I didn't want to miss it, so I leaned in and took the head and part of the shaft in my mouth just as he blew his load. "Holy, fuck!" he exclaimed as he pumped his juices in my mouth and down my throat. He held my head in place as he pumped and pumped his heavy cream and I managed to keep up with him, thanks to my tutoring lessons. Once his cock had started to shrink, I let go and sat back against the cushions. Then Dad asked, "And where did you learn to do that, young man?!" He sounded kind of angry, so in knew I had to be careful with my answer. "A friend," was all I could say. "A friend, eh? Chris, I'll bet. Do you two do this kind of thing all the time?" He didn't sound angry when he asked that question, though. "No, just a couple of times. You're not mad, are you Daddy?" I asked, hoping I hadn't messed things up with him. Then his face softened. "No, of course, not, son. I was just surprised, that's all. Are you gay, son?" He asked, looking concerned. "I don't know, Dad. I just wanted to make you feel good that's all." He hugged me to him and said, "And you did, son. It felt really good. I only wished I'd thought to do the same thing when you came." "Well, there's always next time!" I quipped. He didn't look happy that I'd said that, so I decided to make a joke of it. "Just kidding, Dad." "Good, because you know this kind of thing between a father and son isn't... right, right?" That made me sad and I started to cry. He hugged me harder, saying, "No, no, no, son, don't cry. I'm not angry with you. I just meant that... well, this sort of thing just isn't done, that's all. It isn't accepted." "You mean it didn't feel good?" I asked, confused. "That's not what I said. Of course, it felt good. I just meant that a lot of people wouldn't understand." izmit sınırsız escort "Do we have to tell anyone about this... us?" "No, of course not, son," he replied then kissed the top of my head. "I love you, Dad," I offered. "And I love you too, son," he assured me. Nothing will ever change that." * I called my pastor on Monday afternoon on his private office number, at the same time we used to meet for Bible study. When he answered he said, "Reverend Parris." "Hi, Gregory, it's Steve. How are you today?" "I'm doing just fine, Steve and you?" "Great actually, I have some news to share with you." "Oh, yes, what kind of news?" "Well, I finally took a chance and touched my father's penis." I used his words instead of what I usually would have said. "Really?! Well, good for you. Give me a second, will you?" He asked then there was silence. When he came back, he said, "I had to lock the door. I don't want anything to interrupt our conversation. Please, go on," he encouraged. "Well, my dad was taking a shower and I thought it would be the perfect time to take one too, so that we could be naked together." "You showered with your dad?" He asked. "No, we haven't done that since I was little. I asked if I could take one while he was drying off then putting on his lotion. "Ah, very good, proceed, please." "So, when I got out and was drying off, I thanked him for not having me circumcised when I was a baby but asked him why he hadn't since he was circumcised himself. He told me it was because he didn't have a choice when he was born, and he wanted me to have what he didn't." "I see. Yes, you do have nice foreskin, Steve." "So, I reached out and took his penis in my hand, then pulled my foreskin over the head, so that he could see what it would look like if he hadn't been." "I can picture it." I heard some odd noises coming through the phone and wondered if he was jerking off while I was telling him the story. "So, we were both hard by that time and I asked if we could do something about them." "Yes!" "So, we went into the den, sat down on the couch, I took his cock in my hand and he took mine in his and we jerked each other off. Just as he was about to come, I leaned over and took his cock head in my mouth and swallowed his load as he came in my mouth." "Yes!!!" he screamed into the phone and I was sure he was coming just from my telling him what my dad and I had done. I waited for him to recover, then he said, "Thanks, Steve, that was hot!" "I thought you might like it. I'm glad you got off." He chuckled and said, "Yes, I did. Thank you and thanks for calling to tell me all about it." "I'm glad I did. Talk to you soon!" "Bye, Steve," Then we both hung up. (to be continued)