Minister unto me

Hi! My name is Danny. I must tell you about the time when a was a young
lad and had all kinds of confusions and problems about my sexuality. I
come from a small town and from a pretty religious family. It was a
large family, with many siblings (whom are not important to this story
but I just want to let you know that although I was part of a large
working class family, I really had no one to talk to about intimate
things.) And anyway, this was back in the old days, in the twentieth
century before the Internet, before they allowed certain words to be
heard on television and certain kinds of movies to be shown, before it
was ok to talk about the kinds of things that were on a young person's
mind.

Well anyway, I won't say how old I was but I was already at the age when
people today are having their first real sexual experiences. Back then,
though, people were told that sex before marriage was a sin, and if it
wasn't sex between a man and a woman, it meant that you were going to
pay for your sins with eternal damnation. Really the kind of sex that I
am going to tell you about more often resulted in a hell on earth,
imposed on you by hypocritical, mean spirited, so-called "religious"
folks who spoke about love and lived out hate. I am sure that those of
you old enough to remember that time know what I am speaking about.

That's why, if and when you found someone you could confide in, who
would not throw stones at you, you were more than glad to talk to them
about what was on your mind, especially if they encouraged you. You
could go to them to "confess" and have them tell you it was ok,
"Everybody has those thoughts"; "everybody experiments or fools around
when they are young." They could reassure you that it was a part of
growing up and nothing to really be ashamed of - although it would not
be wise to talk openly about it because many people were narrow-minded
and would make you wrong and treat you nasty.

Well, I was lucky, if you want to call it that. I DID find someone to
talk to or to "confess" to. It was our church's pastor, Reverend Weiner.

Reverend Weiner was a nice looking man, about in his early forties
who had been the preacher and minister in our church for about ten years
at the time that I am going to tell you about. Most people had no
complaints about him but many people made fun of him behind his back
because he was not married and because they said he "walked and talked
funny." I suppose by that they meant he was a soft spoken and kind of a
delicate man. I always assumed that he had that bearing because he was
very spiritual and spent most of his time in communing of the Heavenly
Father, and very little time with people.

So I thought that he would be the best person to talk to about my feelings
and worries. I called him and made an appointment to see him the following
day. I arrived at the church a little early and I have to tell you that I
was feeling VERY nervous. But Reverend Weiner was already there and took
me into his office and closed the door and began to make me feel at ease.

"There Danny", he said, "We should have our privacy because you sounded
like you have something very serious to talk about with me." He smiled
warmly and continued, "So Danny, you just relax and feel free to tell me
anything that is on your mind that you think I might be able to help you
with."

I was sitting on a very comfortable sofa in his office and he was sitting
in a chair near me. "I don't like to sit behind my desk when people in my
congregation come to see me because I don't want to put any barriers
between them and me", he said. He patted my knee and said, "You just feel
free to tell me what's going on with you. Everything in here is confidential
so you don't have to worry about any of your secrets leaving this office.
He gave me a really nice big smile.

"Well", I began tentatively, "this is really hard for me but if you say that
I can really be honest and tell you what's on my mind, I'll try and just talk
straight out."

Reverend nodded and I continued.

"Well you see, Reverend, I uh - well that is - there are thoughts - you see -
in my head - in my mind, I mean. Well I keep thinking about things ..."

He couldn't help but notice my nervousness, and he nodded and said, "Its
alright, Danny. Just tell me. Just go ahead and say it. So you have thoughts
that are giving you a problem, right?"

I nodded and he asked me to go on. I knew that he was busy and probably had
his whole day taken up with appointments so I didn't want to waste any of his
time. So I resolved to just go ahead and tell what it was.

"Well", I began again, "You see, I keep thinking about things that people say
are naughty, I mean that nice people don't think about. You know like when I
am going to sleep or just waking up, or like when I am in the bathroom."

"Danny", he interrupted, "Are you talking about sexual thoughts?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Well", he said, "So its that and not some horrible crime that you have
committed. Danny, all boys your age think about sex. Its part of growing
up." He looked at me more intently and said, "Danny, have you done anything
about your thoughts, like say, been alone with a girl?"

"Oh no!", I said quickly. The truth is that I would have been to shy to even
ask a girl to be alone with me, much less actually try to get her alone with
me. "I grinned self-consciously and said, "I don't think the girls find me
very good-looking and I don't think any of them would ever want to be alone
with me."

"Nonsense!", he said. "You are very good looking. I think that you are what
they would call 'cute', and I am sure that many a young girl would love to
be with you in that way." So saying, he patted my knee again but this time
his hand lingered a few seconds on my leg.

Taking his hand away, he said, "So then what is it? You think about sexy things
with girls but you have not been with one. What else bothers you?"

"Well sir, I don't want to go to hell when I die!", I blurted out.

"Danny!", he asked, "What makes you think you are bad enough to go to
hell? I know you as a well behaved boy and you certainly don't get into
any mischief like a lot of boys in this town. Talking about going to hell
is quite serious."

"No well I do something every day; sometimes more than once in a day." I
was feeling very uncomfortable right then and I needed his help, and he rose
to the occasion.

He moved his chair closer to me and said softly, "You mean you touch yourself,
right? You touch yourself down there."

I was really feeling ashamed and I could hardly speak so I just nodded.

"Danny, I want to ask you something. Have you told anyone else about this?
Have you told anyone that you were coming to speak to me about it?"

"No Reverend", I answered. "No, there is no one else I COULD tell about it
and if I told anyone I was coming to see you, they would be nosey and ask
what it was all about."

"That's good, Danny. That's good", he said. "I think we should keep all this
as our secret. That way I can help you better, if it's just between you and
me."

"Sure!", I nodded. "I don't want anyone else to know. They would think that
I am a real bad person. But you don't think so, do you Reverend Weiner?"

"Of course not!", he smiled. "No no, in fact I think you are just a
normal growing young man. And I don't think that you are going to hell
at all. As a matter of fact I will let you in on a little secret. But
this will be between you and me too. Everything we say here is between
me and you and you cannot tell anyone what we say here. You have to promise."

A feeling of relief came over me. Here was someone I could trust; someone I
could really confide in, and of course Reverend Weiner already knew that I
would never tell anyone what we said to each other. That was the confidence
between us. I said to him, "I swear that I won't say anything that we say
here. You can tell me your secret."

"Well you know", he began, "I am not married. I never did get married and
people think its because I am shy or because I never found the right woman.
But what I am going to tell you here, Danny, is something no one else here
in town knows. And that is that I don't really feel like being with a woman."

"You don't?", I asked in surprise. "Why not?"

"Well", he answered, "The reason is that I prefer doing what you do to being
with a woman. I prefer to touch myself because I think I can do it better
Than any woman because I know my own body."

I leaned forward in rapt attention. I was absolutely fascinated by what he was
Saying. He did the same thing that I did, an adult! And he was not worried
About burning in hell for it. For some reason I began to become excited. My
Heart started beating a little faster and I began to breathe a little deeper.

He leaned forward and whispered to me in what can only be called a conspira-
torial manner, he said, "The truth is that I have been looking for another
man to do it with because another man would also know how to touch me. After
all, he has what I have."

I gulped. He placed his hand on my thigh and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Danny", he said, "How would you like to be my partner and we could make each
other feel very good? He looked down at his hand on my thigh and slowly he
moved his hand up my thigh, rubbing it slowly back and forth.

My excitement increased. I was breathing very heavily and my thing was getting
hard. As he rubbed me I looked up at him and noticed how really pretty he was
and how the sight of his body was making me harder.

He rose from his chair and sat down next to me on the sofa. "Here", he
said, "Let me show you what I mean. I bet I know just how to touch you.
I was speechless and I know he felt that it was better that I didn't say
anything. It was better that I just be passive and let him show me what
he wanted to show me.

His fingers were on my crotch now, rubbing me softly and my crotch was in a
state of high throb. Breathing heavily, my mouth opened as his fingers
unzipped my fly and went inside my pants to grope the hardness inside. I
wasn't wearing any underwear because I really don't like to feel myself
constrained when I sit so he had full access to me.

"Oh Danny", he whispered. "Oh sweet Danny, how sweet your thick young flesh
is. I want to play with you and make you cum! Here let me. Move your hips
up so I can slip your pants off. That's it. Good boy!"

He just seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing; as though he had done
this many times before with other men. I was getting really excited. I wanted
the feel of his fingers wrapped around my cock and he had me in his complete
grip. With one hand he played with my cock and with the other he caressed my
balls. I moaned and he sighed and smiled.

"Doesn't that feel good, baby?", he asked. I was moaning and my body was twisting
to his touches. "Oh yes, Reverend! Yes, it feels really good. Better than when
I do it myself. I love the feel of your hands on me."

"Good, Danny, good", he said. He had removed my shoes, socks, and pants. And
then he said, "Danny, take your shirt off."

"What" My shirt?", I asked.

"Yes", he said. "You are such a sweet looking boy, really cute as I told you.
I just want to see what your body looks like completely naked."

Without saying anything, I unbuttoned my short and slipped it off. I just
had the feeling that I wanted to please him. After all, he had eased my
conscience about my sexual feelings and I just felt so grateful to him that
I wanted to please him. Besides I liked what he was doing to me.

"Danny", he said, you are really a beautiful young man. So beautiful that
when I look at you, I want to eat you up!" He got up from the sofa and
kissed my face and my neck. His lips nipped my neck. "Oooooo", he moaned.
"You taste as delicious as I knew you would.

He got down on his knees in front of me and took my nipples into his
mouth, one then the other, and sucked me like a man sucks a woman. My
arms just instinctively flew around his neck.

"Oh Reverend Weiner!", I cried out. "Oh Reverend! Your lips feel good on me.
Oh please, don't stop. Play with me now. Rub me and make the milk come out
of me", I begged.

Down on his knees in front of me, I gazed at me hungrily and said, "Danny
I am going to do better than that. I said that you look and taste delicious.
Well I want to eat you up. I want this hard strong thing in my mouth."

I blinked! "What do you mean?", I asked. You want to take my cock into your
mouth?" The thought amazed me that he wanted to take my dirty thing in his
mouth, and I told him that.

"Danny", he said, "Listen to me, baby. Your penis is no more dirty than any
other part of you, and maybe a little cleaner than some parts."

I was hypnotized by him. His hands were still on my cock, playing with it.
He lowered his head down towards my lap. He began to whisper...

"This is my body. Take. Eat. Yum!" He parted his lips and before I knew
it, he had my whole long cock inside his mouth. I held on to him as he
began to suck up and down my thickness.

"Hmmmmm", he murmured as he sucked. "Hmmmmm", I murmured as he sucked.

His hands were pressed against my ass and he was pushing me deep into his
throat. I gasped! Never had I felt this excited before. When I was alone,
jerking myself, I thought that I knew what excitement meant. But THIS was
absolute heaven. Having a sweet good looking man suck on me was making me
crazy. I moved my hands through his wonderful hair and moaned as he made me
twist and buck. I began to push, to thrust into his mouth as he sucked me.
He held my ass tighter as he felt me fuck into his mouth. His moans began
to turn to groans and shrill almost screams as he sucked harder and harder.

Suddenly I felt myself begin to cum. The feel of the cum was getting strong!
Intense. I held my breath and pushed hard into his mouth, and then - it came
out, cum milk pumping out of me into him. As I pumped I heard him swallow.
The sound of his throat taking my milk in made me even hotter. At last he
managed to suck and squeeze every drop out of me, and I heaved a sigh and
laid back against the back of the sofa.

He took his mouth off my cock and smiled at me. "Oh you loved that, didn't
you?", he asked.

"Yes", I whispered. "I loved it." I closed my eyes and smiled. I thought to
myself, Well Rev, if I am going to hell, I will have you for company. And
if I can have you do that to me for eternity, what's a little Hades fire
compared to the fire you make me feel in my cock and balls?