From Pastor to Pozzed Hole

[amsrat]

Dom's backstory is hot. Where will our POZ duo go from here?

[Heir2012]

1 hour ago, amsrat said:

Dom's backstory is hot. Where will our POZ duo go from here?

It's not where. It's who will join them?

[AlwaysOpen]

Another great "submission"  and certainly no need to apologize for the number of scoops of sex. I think the writing from Dom's view  added flesh to the story.  As far as a weekly Sunday post, well, I guess I will be attending THOSE Sunday servicings . 

[Heir2012]

Part 12: Will Meets the Third Member

 “You’re back,” Dominic exclaimed. He was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a jock strap. It was good to see him. It was good to see so much of him.

“One of these days, you’re going to open your door like that, and it’s going to be a scout selling cookies,” I told him.

“Until then, get in here. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“I’ve got one for you,” I told him.

“Is it about your brother?”

I nodded.

“What happened?”

“I fucked him a few times,” I told him, noticing his hand reaching down and fondling his jock which was straining to hold his cock. “I tried to wear a condom so I didn’t poz him.”

Dominic shivered, sticking out his tongue. “I hate even hearing the word ‘condom.’”

“Well, he took one and poked holes in it so it would rip.”

Dominic’s hand stopped moving, his dick shooting straight out at me, a bead of precum flying out and landing on the front of my pants. “He stealthed you?”

“Not like you did,” I said, trying not to sound harsh, “but, yes.”

“Why?”

“He said he likes risks, and he saw this as a hot risk to take.”

“God,” Dominic said. “I need to meet this brother.”

“M. E. E. T?” I asked. “Or M. E. A. T?”

“Both, definitely both.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now,” I told him.

“Are you feeling guilty?” he asked. “If he ends up poz, it’s because he wanted it. You said he knew it was you at the glory hole. He still had you suck his dick. When are you going to realize that everything that happened was because he wanted it to happen?”

I knew Dominic was right. Still, I couldn’t understand the situation. I didn’t know what I would do if I got a call from Jay, telling me that I’d pozzed him. Would he even try to hide it?

“I missed you,” he finally said, leaning in and kissing me. I had missed his lips. I had missed his voice. I could feel his erection pressed against my leg. I had missed his dick. “Now, about your surprise.”

“If it’s piercing my dick,” I started, “I’m still not sure if I’m ready for that, especially tonight.”

“It’s not that,” he assured me. “Something happened while you were gone.”

“What do you mean?”

“You told me to behave,” he said. “And I tried my best. I really did. It wasn’t entirely my idea, but, admittedly, I didn’t put up too much of a fight in the end.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I think I just need to show you,” he said, taking my hand. He led me back toward his bedroom where the door was closed. “Now, just remember what I said, and know that this was entirely his idea. He knew what he was getting into.”

“He who?” I asked.

Dominic opened the door, revealing a naked man on the bed, his arms and legs outstretched, tied to the four corners.

“Pastor Kline?” I said, my voice catching in my throat.

“Welcome back, Will,” he said, a huge grin on his face.

I slammed the door shut, pulling Dominic away from his bedroom. “What the fuck, Dom?”

“Let me explain.”

“I told you not to go after him.”

“I didn’t.”

“He’s naked in your bed.”

“He came after me.”

“Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“Yes,” he said. “I told you that I thought he was secretly gay. I’ve watched the way he talks to you. Not only that, but I watch the way he talks to half of the men at your church, and he practically salivates over them. I swear, the one time the three of us were talking, he started getting a boner.”

“He’s married.”

“He doesn’t lover her,” Dominic said. “He told me. He said he married her because he felt like he needed a wife. He’s been jerking off to gay porn for decades. That’s the only way he’s been able to fuck her and have any kids.”

“How did he end up here?”

“He stopped me after church on Sunday, saying he wanted to talk. I couldn’t say no. I’m still keeping up appearances. We met at his office and he asked me questions about myself. Am I married? Am I in a relationship? Was I sexually active? Then he asked about us.”

“About us?”

“He said he noticed that we were getting really close,” Dominic said. “I guess me coming over to your apartment after you started converting tipped him off.”

“Are you sure you didn’t open your door wearing only this?” I asked, pointing at his jock.

“He threw himself at me,” Dominic said. “Almost literally. He locked his office door and started circling around me. He said he knew I was gay and thought that you were too. I thought he was trying to blackmail you or something. When I tried to stop him, he said he was attracted to me and then rubbed his hand over my crotch.”

“Pastor Kline did that?”

“The man’s got a good grip,” he said. “He’s a good kisser, too.”

“You kissed him?”

“He’s naked in my bed, Will. Yeah, I kissed him. Well, he kissed me.”

“In his office?”

“His secretary almost caught us.”

“I don’t believe this,” I said, taking a seat. The realization that I had just seen Pastor Kline naked hadn’t completely hit me yet. I had been in so much shock that I hadn’t noticed anything other than his face. As I imagined going back to open the door, peaking at the rest of his body, I found myself getting hard. I remembered when Pastor Kline had first interviewed me. He had said that I was attractive. There were also other times when I thought I could feel him staring at me. Originally, I thought he had been judging me, trying to see if I was good at my job. Now, I realized he had been checking me out.

“Have you,” I started, trying to form my thoughts, “fucked him?”

“Not yet,” Dominic said.

“Really?” I asked. “Wait, does he know that you’re poz?”

“He does,” Dominic said.

“Is that why you haven’t fucked him?”

“He wants to be pozzed,” Dominic said. “Just not by me.”

There was moment of silence between us as I realized why I was finding Pastor Kline in Dominic’s bed on the day I arrived back home.

“He’s been waiting for you to get back all day,” Dominic told me. “He says he wants you to poz him.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re sure he knows what pozzing is?”

“More than what you knew when I pozzed you.”

“I can’t get my head around this,” I said. “I mean, he’s my boss. He’s Pastor Kline. The man looks a bit like my dad.”

“You did just fuck your brother,” he reminded me.

The idea of fucking Pastor Kline, while initially horrifying, was sounding hotter and hotter with each passing second. Not only would I be pozzing someone, it would be a married man. It would be the lead pastor of our church. Two pastors fucking.

“Looks like your mind is made up,” Dominic said, pointing down at my crotch.

My dick was bulging against my pants. He was right. I knew what I wanted. I stripped off my clothes and followed Dominic back to his bedroom.

“Have we come to a decision?” Pastor Kline asked as the door opened and Dominic entered inside. Upon seeing me, naked and sporting a boner, a large smile spread across Pastor Kline’s face. “Looks like we have. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

“You’re sure you want this?” I asked, rubbing my dick, precum oozing out. “You see this tattoo on my chest. It’s the same one that Dominic has. It means we’re poz. We’re HIV positive. If I fuck you, you’ll be infected and you’ll be poz too. Is that what you want, Pastor Kline?”

“Call me Mark,” he said. “And yes. It’s what I fucking want. I want you to fuck me and cum inside my hole, knocking me up with your poz babies.”

My dick jerked at the sound. “We don’t wear condoms,” I said.

“I don’t want anything between us, Will,” he said. “I want to feel your cock slide into me, tearing me open, making me bleed.”

“My dick is eight inches,” I said. “Dominic is ten.”

“That’s the size of a real man’s dick,” Pastor Kline said. “Eight inches. Ten inches. Whatever.”

“How big is your dick?” Dominic asked.

“Not even five inches,” he said. “It’s not worth fucking with. I don’t want to use it again. If I could lock it up and throw away the key, I would.”

“That could be arranged,” Dominic said, winking at me.

“You want me to be the one to poz you?” I asked, stepping closer to the bed.

“Yes, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “I want your cum in my ass. I want your strain in my veins. I want you to claim me. Both of you. I’ll be your faggot pig whenever you want. I’ll take all your loads. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Please, fuck me.”

“We will,” Dominic said. “You won’t leave here without having several loads of poz cum in your ass.”

“Exactly what I want to fucking hear,” Pastor Kline said.

“Will,” Dominic said, “go to the fridge and get my special lube. I’ll undue his legs so we can fuck him properly.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted. In the fridge I found a water bottle in which there were several loads of poz cum collected. I opened it and smelled the sweet scent of cum. It made my mouth water. As I returned, I found Pastor Kline’s ankles free, the ties that had him secure now holding his legs up, exposing his hairy hole. His body was covered in gray hair. Even though he was older, I could tell that he took care of himself. He wasn’t muscular, but I could tell that he had at one point been a very attractive man. To be honest, he still was.

“You know, Mark,” Dominic started, “the last ass Will fucked belonged to his brother.”

Pastor Kline’s eyes grew wide. He looked to me for confirmation.

“I was his first gay fuck,” I said.

“That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. “I need you to fuck me. I need your cum in my hole. I want to feel you shoot deep inside, filling my guts.”

“You’ll get it,” Dominic said. “As Will fucks you, I’ll be fucking Will. As he cums, I’ll cum. All that I have given him will go from me and into him, and from him into you. Your corruption will be complete.”

“Do it,” he said. “Claim me.”

“We will,” I said, crawling onto the bed. I poured some of the cum from the water bottle onto his balls, watching as it dripped down to his hole. I stuck my fingers inside, forcing him open. “You want it rough?”

“I want you to hurt me,” Pastor Kline said. “Make me bleed.”

I had three fingers inside of him, twisting, scraping his insides. His body shook, balls jumping into his body. His dick tried to get hard, but as I watched it grow, I saw that it could only get semi-hard.

“What a pathetic excuse for a dick,” I said, taking it with my other hand. “Can’t even get it hard.”

“Worthless piece of flesh,” Dominic agreed. “Not worth shooting cum.”

“It won’t have to,” I said. “Right, Mark?”

“Not unless you tell me to,” Pastor Kline said.

“When was the last time you fucked someone?” Dominic asked.

“It’s been years since I fucked my wife.”

“When did you last jerk off?”

“This morning,” he said. “But hardly anything came out.”

“That’s because your body knows that you’re made to be fucked and nothing else.”

“Only to be fucked by real men,” Pastor Kline added. “Men like you.”

“Are you ready?” I asked him. “Are you ready for my dick?”

“I’ve been ready since the day I first met you,” he said.

I removed my fingers, spotting traces of blood on my skin. I held them out for Pastor Kline to see. “You’re open now,” I told him. “Everything we put inside you will infect you. There’ll be no stopping it.”

“Do it,” he moaned. “Go deep.”

I poured more of the cum on his hole and into my hand, lubing up my dick before I slammed it inside.

“Fuck,” Pastor Kline shouted, his body shaking, trying to move away from my intruding dick. “Fuck, you’re huge. It hurts.”

“Let it hurt,” I said, forcing more of my dick inside. I watched his eyes as I kept pushing further into his body until his balls were pressed against my pubes. “Feel all that. That’s all my dick filling you.”

“God, I feel it. I feel you inside me. I’ve never left this full. I’ve never felt this good.”

I started pulling out, watching as blood streaked across my skin. Once only my head remained inside, I forced myself back inside, causing his body to jump again.

“Are you ready for me, Son?” Dominic asked, his hard dick bobbing around in search of a hole.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” I said, reaching back and pulling my cheeks apart, revealing my hole. “Fuck my cum out of me and into his body.”

“Fuck,” Dominic said, lubing up his dick and invading my hole.

It had been too long since his cock was last inside me. As he filled me, I felt at home, never wanting a day to go by without him inside me. As he bottomed out, I found my dick growing harder in Pastor Kline’s hole. As Dominic picked up his pace, he was slamming me into Pastor Kline, my body moving between them, milking my dick and Dominic’s at the same time.

“Fuck, I’ve never felt this right in my life,” Pastor Kline cried out.

I reached forward and grabbed his nipples, twisting them and extracting a loud moan. “I want to hear you groan,” I said, my dick hitting into his prostate, causing a bead of his precum to pearl over his piss slit. “What does your wife think you’re doing?”

“She thinks I’m meeting with a church member.”

“She has no idea the kind of slut her husband is.”

“No idea, sir.”

“I hear you have a son,” Dominic said, his words causing his dick to grow. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” Pastor Kline said.

“How old?”

“Nineteen,” he said. “He’s at college.”

“And does he have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Is that because he’s a faggot like his dad?” I asked. “Does your son secretly want dick?”

“I don’t know,” Pastor Kline said. “I’ve fantasized about him fucking me and filling me with his own cum.”

“How big is his dick?”

“Bigger than mine,” he said. “Almost as big as Will.”

“A real man,” Dominic said. “A real man created from the puny dick of a faggot.”

“He’s so big,” Pastor Kline moaned. “He makes me proud having such a big dick to fuck with.”

“Would you let him fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Would you bring him to us so that we can fuck him?” Dominic asked. “Would you give us your son?”

Pastor Kline’s eyes looked from Dominic to me, a hunger growing in his eyes. “Yes. Yes I would bring him to you. I would bring him here so that you could convert him, poz him, infect his body with your cum. I’d bring him so that you could make his balls toxic and his dick a weapon.”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Dominic said, kissing my neck. “We’ll see what can be done.”

______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Hope you enjoyed the chapter and blew a few loads. Pastor Kline's journey is only beginning. 

[negchaserlooking]

hot

[seattlebbbtm]

This story rocks

[gingerdaddyG]

Fuck! I need to get to church and get converted!

[sparkpup]

Another great chapter, can't wait for more!

[bootedrbrboi4poz]

Excellent chapter. Keep up the great writing.

[Medwaym]

Fuck!!! So fucking hot 🔥🔥🔥

[drew4fun]

WOW!  So many possibilities.

[ijoey]

holy fuck i’m rock hard 

[PozTalkAuthor]

I'm excited too, reading this story!

It was and is a hot day, too much heat turns me off; but reading this awakens my inner fantasies

 

[myDNA4u]

Another awesome chapter.  Can't wait for more. 

[justinjt]

On 6/12/2022 at 11:36 AM, Heir2012 said:

Part 1: Will meets Dominic 

I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call.

“We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.”

“Really? That’s great. Thank you.”

Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.”

“What’s that?”

“We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.”

“Why?”

“Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.”

“I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.”

“I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.”

“I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.”

Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least.

A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice.

Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand.

“Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.”

“I’m glad that you did,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.”

“That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.”

“Does he?”

I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said.

“Dominic Moore,” he said.

“Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.”

“Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye.

I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case.

I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it?

Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine.

“How does that feel?”

“Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way.

His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward.

“Ready, baby?”

“Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.”

“Here it comes.”

My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m.

I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening?

I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about.

“Here it comes.”

Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into—

I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips.

Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on?

After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized.

“Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile.

“Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.”

“Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.”

“Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?”

“Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.”

“About what?”

“Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.”

“A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.”

“I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.”

“Did you?”

“Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.”

“Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…”

I nodded.

“Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.”

“Alright. If you’re sure.”

“I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.”

“Did you get a name?”

“Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said.

“Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?”

Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.”

“Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?”

“Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.”

“I’ll send you his email.”

Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression.

My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought.

___________________________________________________________________________________________

I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come. 

Fucking hot.