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Subject: My Pastor and Me - Part 4 *My Pastor and Me -- Part 4* Gay, boy, man, Pastor * * * * The next day, I was on my way to the church when I ran into my friend Chris. I had a few minutes, as I was running ahead of schedule again, so I stopped to talk with him. *quot;Where ya headed, Stevie?*quot; he asked. *quot;I'm going to church for Bible study.*quot; *quot;Really? On a weekday?*quot; *quot;Yeah, I'm meeting with the pastor. I got baptized last Sunday, so he's been helping me.*quot; *quot;Oh, okay. Well have fun!*quot; He said, sounding sarcastic. *quot;Oh, I will, Chris. I will,*quot; I assured him as I began to pedal away. When I arrived, the parking lot was still empty except for the pastor's car. I went inside and knocked, then I heard, *quot;Come in, Stevie!*quot; from the other side, so I opened the door and there he was, seated behind his desk, just like always. I sat down, and he got up then took the chair next to me. We discussed scripture for a while and then as usual, we stopped for a break and a little talk. *quot;So, are you up to trying something new today?*quot; *quot;Oh, yes, Sir!*quot; *quot;That's my boy, always so eager to learn something new. Let me see to the door.*quot; He got up and locked it then began undressing. I did the same. Once we were both naked, I realized that this was the first time escort since Sunday that we were completely naked together again. I looked at his thin, but muscular frame and liked what I saw. From his salt and pepper hair all the way down to his sexy feet, I liked what I saw. But the thing that stood out the most was of course that beautiful cut cock of his, jutting out from that pubic bush, standing tall above those perfectly large, egg-sized balls. And even though it might have been sacrilegious, I wanted to worship that cock and those perfect balls. *quot;Why don't we pick up where we left off yesterday? Turn around and lean over the desk. I want to make love to that perfect ass of yours.*quot; Once again, I did as instructed, bent over the desk and waited. Soon enough he was behind me, eating me out and I was in heaven. *quot;Holy crap!*quot; I screamed, then quickly added, *quot;Sorry, Sir.*quot; If he had a problem with what I'd said, he didn't let me know, he just kept licking and tonguing me. He replaced his tongue with one slippery finger, fucking me with it, then added another and another. When he pulled them out I looked back as he covered his cock with oil and I realized what he was going to do next. He was going to put it inside me. I was both excited and scared at the same time, but there was no turning back. I wanted it more than anything. I felt the head as he placed it in izmit escort bayan my already stretched out opening and it slid right in. He didn't stop until I felt his pubic hair hit my ass cheeks. I felt more full than I'd ever been once he'd bottomed out. *quot;Are you alright there, son?*quot; *quot;Yes, Sir, I'm fine.*quot; He pulled all the way out and then pushed back in. I'd never felt anything like it and I wanted more. He seemed to anticipate my need, so he pulled out again then pushed all the way back in. I had lost all control over my mouth and said the first thing that came into my head. *quot;Oh, yes, Sir!*quot; I screamed, *quot;Fuck me, Sir!*quot; He sped up and I started beating off to the rhythm he'd set. Soon, he was pounding my ass and I never wanted it to end. Finally, he spoke, *quot;Oh, God, you feel so good, Stevie!*quot; I smiled as a I sped up wanting to climax as soon as possible. He sped up too and pretty soon I was coming, splashing cum all over his desk once more. He came too, crying out, *quot;Oh my God!*quot; as he filled my ass with his white, hot jizz. He stilled, but I could still feel his cum filling me up. I wanted him to stay inside me forever, but he pulled out then grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself and my ass. I straightened up, took a few and cleaned up my own cock. It was strangely silent as we put our clothes izmit sınırsız escort back on and I thought perhaps I'd done something wrong, so I asked him, *quot;Did I do anything wrong, Sir? Was it the fact that I cussed? I'm sorry about that. It won't happen again, I promise.*quot; He took my face in his hands and replied, *quot;Oh no, Stevie, there's nothing wrong with saying things like that in the heat of the moment. Don't you worry. I was just overwhelmed, that's all. It's been a long time since... well, you made me feel so good today. I want to thank you for that.*quot; He pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth. I felt his tongue on my lips and instinctively opened for him. He pushed inside and the first thing I could think of was to suck on it. He moaned his pleasure and so did I, so I felt a little better. When he pulled away, he looked happy again, so I thought maybe everything was going to be alright after all. *quot;I made a mess on your desk again, Sir. I'm sorry. Let me clean it up.*quot; I tried to pull away so that I could get some tissues, but he wouldn't let me. *quot;Leave it, son. I'll get it later, I promise. Now you go home, and I'll see you tomorrow. It's our last session, you know? You have to go back to school next Monday!*quot; That made me feel sad. If it was our last study session, then that meant it was probably our last *quot;fun*quot; session too. He must have noticed because he said, *quot;You're a special young man, Steven, and I promise tomorrow will be even better than today. He let me go and as I looked back, I saw him raise his hand. I waved back then left. (to be continued)