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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
8,881
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Part 7
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Part 7
Mark has been learning a lot in Sunday School. He is even winning awards for Bible memorization. His parents wish he did as well in regular school. The school year is winding down now. It's Memorial Day and Philip stayed last night with the Wilsons while Mark took his place in Rev. Don's bed. The sun has been up a while and Mark is sucking away on the sleeping Pastor's cock.
As he begins to stir, Don realizes whose mouth is on his organ, and places his warm comforting hand on the lad's head. "Hmmm, what a nice way to wake up."
Stopping the blow job long enough to greet his big lover, Mark giggles, "Well, at least you didn't jump out of bed this time! Hmmmm, hmmmm."
"Oh, Philip told you about that, then, hehe."
Mark keeps stopping to talk but dives right down on the man meat after each sentence. "No, he told Frankie and Frankie told me. Hmmmm, hmmmm. I'm glad you like it. Hmmmm, hmmmm. 'Cause I like it. Hmmmm, hmmmm.
The two lie in each other's warmth. The songs of birds outside begin to compete with the sweet slurping sounds of boy mouth on man cock.
"Pastor? Hmmmm, hmmmm."
"What is it, Mark, Sweetie?"
"What, Hmmmm, hmmmm, does Pastor mean? Hmmmm, hmmmm. Is it like Priest? Hmmmm, hmmmm."
"Well, sort of but Pastor really means Shepherd. It means I'm like the shepherd for my congregation. I try to lead them. And right at this minute, Mark, you are my very favorite little lamb."
"Hmmmm, hmmmm, hehe, thank you Pastor. Hmmmm, hmmmm. It's like what I learned in Sunday School, Hmmmm, hmmmm."
Now Don knew damn well the kid didn't learn what he's doing now in no fuckin Sunday School! "What's that, Mark?"
"Hmmmm, hmmmm, I learned *The Lord is my shepherd.* Hmmmm, hmmmm." Mark's eyes are closed tight. Pastor's love is filling his soul as much as his cock is filling his mouth. He loves his shepherd so much. Don doesn't seem to be in any rush, so Mark continues to suck contentedly. *I shall not want.*
Don gently lifts the lad off his happy manhood and brings his face up to his own. He wraps his arms around him and tenderly kisses his sweet lips. He pulls the sheet around them to enshroud them in recumbent unity. Mark gives no thought for the morrow, nor any for days gone by. He is lost in the moment; in the now. *He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.*
Mark hasn't been this happy since that day on the lake with Grandpa. He wonders if Grandpa is watching him now. If Jesus is watching him now. Are they both smiling as he and this Saint share a bed, share their bodies, share their affection? "Psst," he hears the Saint whisper softly in his ear, "You want to take a bath now?"
"Yeah," he whispers back, then puts his arms around Pastor Don's neck and lets him carry him into the bathroom. They sit on the toilet caressing as the tub fills. Then Pastor stands up, and carrying this precious cargo with great care, he lowers both of them into the warming pool. *He leadeth me beside the still waters.*
"Y'know what, Pastor Don?"
"What, my Son?"
"I ain't worried no more."
"About what, Mark?"
"Well, about, you see. Well, about Grandpa. You see, I used to feel real bad, cause I was there, y'know when it happened. I thought it was sorta my fault, cause Grandpa was fuckin me, and I thought maybe I shouldn't of made him do that. His heart and all. But then Dad said it wasn't my fault 'cause Grandpa was old. But then later I was mad at God 'cause I thought it must be his fault. 'Cause he made Grandpa's heart old and weak. But then you told me Grandpa was with Jesus and Jesus promised Grandpa he'd help me feel better. Well, I didn't feel better right away. But now I feel better. So I guess Jesus kept his promise." Pastor can't help adding his tears to the bath water, as he hugs this wonderful child of God in his arms, listening to him recount his sweet journey of faith. "And y'know what else, Pastor? I know what Jesus did to help me feel better." Pastor can't imagine what's coming. He waits as the boy takes his own sweet time to explain. "Jesus gave me you." *He restoreth my soul.*
Don can't hide his tears any longer. When Mark stares at him, he has to smile broadly to prove his tears aren't those of sadness. They both start to laugh. The tension breaks. Suddenly they are splashing water at each other.
"C'mon, Kiddo. Let's get dried up and get some Breakfast. You make me hungry!"
"Hehe, please don't eat me."
"Well, you do look awfully scrumptious," Don says honestly as he quickly dries the boy with a big warm furry terry towel. "But maybe instead we can have some hot waffles with strawberries and whipped cream."
"Yeah, yippee!"
"You just follow me." And Pastor runs naked out of the bathroom down the stairs into the parsonage's kitchen, the naked six year old right on his heels. *He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.*
After breakfast, they sit and snuggle in the living room wrapped in a big comforter that the Ladies Quilting Circle made. It's sprinkled with cottony puffy little lambs. They fondle each other's dicks as they continue to talk. "I'm sorry, Mark, that you were all by yourself when Grandpa had his heart attack. That must have been very frightening. I hope you never have to go through an ordeal like that ever again."
Mark doesn't know what an oar deal is but he can sort of figure out what Pastor means. "Don't worry, Pastor. Whatever it is, I can handle it. 'Cause now I got Jesus. And also, I got you!" He gives the man a big kiss at the same time he squeezes his big cock. *Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.*
Mark climbs on to Pastor's lap and faces him. Pastor rewraps their united bodies in the quilted lamb comforter and then holds his darling little buttocks, one in each hand. That's what Mark wanted him to do. The world ceases to exist outside that comforter. *For thou art with me.*
Mark plants his legs on either side of Pastor's waist. As Pastor gently pulls Mark's butt open, the lad's little hand reaches down to guide the man's cock to his boycunt. He feels it pressed on his anus. He feels its moistness. He feels its firmness. He grabs the man's neck again with both hands, scrunches his face, and grunts to open his sphincter and welcome that wondrous tool inside. *Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.*
Pastor begins to push higher into Mark's chute. The boy starts to bounce, to ride this golden chariot to glory. "Yes, yes! Fuck me, Pastor. Yes, yes! Oh Thank you, Jesus! Yes, yes, give me what I want. Yes, yes, my ass is hungry for your cum, Pastor. Yes, yes." Suddenly, Pastor's body is still. The two look at each other with wide eyes. They are about to enter the promised land together. "Yes, yes. Glory, Hallelujah!" Pastor shoots and Mark's starving hole relishes every creamy load. So what if society says this is wrong! Who the fuck cares what the deacons of the church would say! Pastor and Mark both know this is good, this is right, this is holy! *Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.*
After several more shots, Mark surprises Pastor by jumping off and throwing his face on to the hardon. He licks it madly and in moments a new volley of jizz washes his face. *Thou anointest my head with oil.*
"You silly boy! You delightful exuberant angelic little silly boy! I love you so much." Pastor grabs him to his chest and gives him a strong bear hug. He cradles the boy's ass in his hand and feels his own cum oozing out. *My cup runneth over.*
"I love you too, Pastor. You're the best Pastor in the whole wide world. I want you to always be my Pastor, Pastor. Hehe." And they both burst out laughing. *Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life.*
"And I hope every Sunday morning, when I look down from the pulpit at pew number 7, that I see my wonderful sweet angel. The little boy who has taught me more about faith and love than all the books in my library."
"You bet your sweet ass I'll be there, Pastor. I won't miss a fuckin Sunday." *And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.*
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 7
Mark has been learning a lot in Sunday School. He is even winning awards for Bible memorization. His parents wish he did as well in regular school. The school year is winding down now. It's Memorial Day and Philip stayed last night with the Wilsons while Mark took his place in Rev. Don's bed. The sun has been up a while and Mark is sucking away on the sleeping Pastor's cock.
As he begins to stir, Don realizes whose mouth is on his organ, and places his warm comforting hand on the lad's head. "Hmmm, what a nice way to wake up."
Stopping the blow job long enough to greet his big lover, Mark giggles, "Well, at least you didn't jump out of bed this time! Hmmmm, hmmmm."
"Oh, Philip told you about that, then, hehe."
Mark keeps stopping to talk but dives right down on the man meat after each sentence. "No, he told Frankie and Frankie told me. Hmmmm, hmmmm. I'm glad you like it. Hmmmm, hmmmm. 'Cause I like it. Hmmmm, hmmmm.
The two lie in each other's warmth. The songs of birds outside begin to compete with the sweet slurping sounds of boy mouth on man cock.
"Pastor? Hmmmm, hmmmm."
"What is it, Mark, Sweetie?"
"What, Hmmmm, hmmmm, does Pastor mean? Hmmmm, hmmmm. Is it like Priest? Hmmmm, hmmmm."
"Well, sort of but Pastor really means Shepherd. It means I'm like the shepherd for my congregation. I try to lead them. And right at this minute, Mark, you are my very favorite little lamb."
"Hmmmm, hmmmm, hehe, thank you Pastor. Hmmmm, hmmmm. It's like what I learned in Sunday School, Hmmmm, hmmmm."
Now Don knew damn well the kid didn't learn what he's doing now in no fuckin Sunday School! "What's that, Mark?"
"Hmmmm, hmmmm, I learned *The Lord is my shepherd.* Hmmmm, hmmmm." Mark's eyes are closed tight. Pastor's love is filling his soul as much as his cock is filling his mouth. He loves his shepherd so much. Don doesn't seem to be in any rush, so Mark continues to suck contentedly. *I shall not want.*
Don gently lifts the lad off his happy manhood and brings his face up to his own. He wraps his arms around him and tenderly kisses his sweet lips. He pulls the sheet around them to enshroud them in recumbent unity. Mark gives no thought for the morrow, nor any for days gone by. He is lost in the moment; in the now. *He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.*
Mark hasn't been this happy since that day on the lake with Grandpa. He wonders if Grandpa is watching him now. If Jesus is watching him now. Are they both smiling as he and this Saint share a bed, share their bodies, share their affection? "Psst," he hears the Saint whisper softly in his ear, "You want to take a bath now?"
"Yeah," he whispers back, then puts his arms around Pastor Don's neck and lets him carry him into the bathroom. They sit on the toilet caressing as the tub fills. Then Pastor stands up, and carrying this precious cargo with great care, he lowers both of them into the warming pool. *He leadeth me beside the still waters.*
"Y'know what, Pastor Don?"
"What, my Son?"
"I ain't worried no more."
"About what, Mark?"
"Well, about, you see. Well, about Grandpa. You see, I used to feel real bad, cause I was there, y'know when it happened. I thought it was sorta my fault, cause Grandpa was fuckin me, and I thought maybe I shouldn't of made him do that. His heart and all. But then Dad said it wasn't my fault 'cause Grandpa was old. But then later I was mad at God 'cause I thought it must be his fault. 'Cause he made Grandpa's heart old and weak. But then you told me Grandpa was with Jesus and Jesus promised Grandpa he'd help me feel better. Well, I didn't feel better right away. But now I feel better. So I guess Jesus kept his promise." Pastor can't help adding his tears to the bath water, as he hugs this wonderful child of God in his arms, listening to him recount his sweet journey of faith. "And y'know what else, Pastor? I know what Jesus did to help me feel better." Pastor can't imagine what's coming. He waits as the boy takes his own sweet time to explain. "Jesus gave me you." *He restoreth my soul.*
Don can't hide his tears any longer. When Mark stares at him, he has to smile broadly to prove his tears aren't those of sadness. They both start to laugh. The tension breaks. Suddenly they are splashing water at each other.
"C'mon, Kiddo. Let's get dried up and get some Breakfast. You make me hungry!"
"Hehe, please don't eat me."
"Well, you do look awfully scrumptious," Don says honestly as he quickly dries the boy with a big warm furry terry towel. "But maybe instead we can have some hot waffles with strawberries and whipped cream."
"Yeah, yippee!"
"You just follow me." And Pastor runs naked out of the bathroom down the stairs into the parsonage's kitchen, the naked six year old right on his heels. *He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.*
After breakfast, they sit and snuggle in the living room wrapped in a big comforter that the Ladies Quilting Circle made. It's sprinkled with cottony puffy little lambs. They fondle each other's dicks as they continue to talk. "I'm sorry, Mark, that you were all by yourself when Grandpa had his heart attack. That must have been very frightening. I hope you never have to go through an ordeal like that ever again."
Mark doesn't know what an oar deal is but he can sort of figure out what Pastor means. "Don't worry, Pastor. Whatever it is, I can handle it. 'Cause now I got Jesus. And also, I got you!" He gives the man a big kiss at the same time he squeezes his big cock. *Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.*
Mark climbs on to Pastor's lap and faces him. Pastor rewraps their united bodies in the quilted lamb comforter and then holds his darling little buttocks, one in each hand. That's what Mark wanted him to do. The world ceases to exist outside that comforter. *For thou art with me.*
Mark plants his legs on either side of Pastor's waist. As Pastor gently pulls Mark's butt open, the lad's little hand reaches down to guide the man's cock to his boycunt. He feels it pressed on his anus. He feels its moistness. He feels its firmness. He grabs the man's neck again with both hands, scrunches his face, and grunts to open his sphincter and welcome that wondrous tool inside. *Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.*
Pastor begins to push higher into Mark's chute. The boy starts to bounce, to ride this golden chariot to glory. "Yes, yes! Fuck me, Pastor. Yes, yes! Oh Thank you, Jesus! Yes, yes, give me what I want. Yes, yes, my ass is hungry for your cum, Pastor. Yes, yes." Suddenly, Pastor's body is still. The two look at each other with wide eyes. They are about to enter the promised land together. "Yes, yes. Glory, Hallelujah!" Pastor shoots and Mark's starving hole relishes every creamy load. So what if society says this is wrong! Who the fuck cares what the deacons of the church would say! Pastor and Mark both know this is good, this is right, this is holy! *Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.*
After several more shots, Mark surprises Pastor by jumping off and throwing his face on to the hardon. He licks it madly and in moments a new volley of jizz washes his face. *Thou anointest my head with oil.*
"You silly boy! You delightful exuberant angelic little silly boy! I love you so much." Pastor grabs him to his chest and gives him a strong bear hug. He cradles the boy's ass in his hand and feels his own cum oozing out. *My cup runneth over.*
"I love you too, Pastor. You're the best Pastor in the whole wide world. I want you to always be my Pastor, Pastor. Hehe." And they both burst out laughing. *Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life.*
"And I hope every Sunday morning, when I look down from the pulpit at pew number 7, that I see my wonderful sweet angel. The little boy who has taught me more about faith and love than all the books in my library."
"You bet your sweet ass I'll be there, Pastor. I won't miss a fuckin Sunday." *And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.*
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.