From Pastor to Pozzed Hole

[PozTalkAuthor]

WOW! Another conversion coming!

This is the prize extra-religious parents get!

[bootedrbrboi4poz]

A very nice additional chapter. 

[german-iceman]

very hot

[Medwaym]

Fuck, so hot...I hope it was Will's gift!!! 😈😈😈

Edited September 14, 2022 by Medwaym

[Nude]

An amazing story!  Your a great writer!

[neg4charge]

God sounds like you’re describing me when you write about Pastor Kline! Right down to the watery load! 😍🤦🏻‍♂️

[Heir2012]

Part 15: Welcome Peter

A week had passed since Dominic and I had fucked Pastor Kline, and keeping to what Dominic had told him, Pastor Kline routinely came to my office for “private meetings” in which I unloaded in his ass as much poz cum as possible. Then, he’d drink my piss, collecting his own in a travel mug which he drank from throughout the day. At one point, the secretary almost walked in on us, but we were able to pull ourselves together in time. Sooner or later someone was bound to walk in on us.

Pastor Kline came to Dominic’s apartment a few nights, offering his hole and mouth to us without hesitation. Though I didn’t mind the taste of piss, though it wasn't my first choice of kink, I sensed that Dominic was happy to have found someone who loved the taste as much as Pastor Kline. At one point, he laid down in the bathtub and we both pissed on him at the same time. Another night, Dominic unloaded an entire day’s worth of piss into Pastor Kline’s hole, large amounts squirting out around Dominic’s dick as Pastor Kline’s insides ran out of room.

There was no doubt in my mind that Pastor Kline had found his true purpose. He was a cum loving, piss drinking, poz dick seeking pig.

When I saw his lust, I thought of Jay. I hadn’t heard from him since he disappeared on me. I thought of texting him, calling him, but I stopped myself each time. While I understood what he did, I still found myself angry. If he had asked, would I have fucked him bare? Would I have given him what he wanted? I fucked Pastor Kline, giving him the toxic loads he craved. If Jay had been honest with me, would I have done the same for him? Would I have converted my own brother?

With the amount of time that had passed, it was possible that he could have started converting or was about to. I called my other brother, asking if he had heard anything.

“Not since he disappeared that morning,” he told me. “I think he ran off to find some pussy. The guy couldn’t go a few days without his dick inside something. He’s probably shacked up somewhere, going through a box of condoms like they’re free.”

Something in the way he said this made me think he wished this is what he was doing instead. Were we all sexual deviants? Did we all think with our dicks?

“I say call him,” Dominic said. “Invite him over. If he’s still negative, we can help fix his little issue together.”

I wanted to tell Dominic that we weren’t doing that to Jay, but my dick got hard at the thought of having him beneath me again, our bodies close. I craved to have my brother with me again. Each time I stared at his number, I found myself unable to hit send. I just hoped he was alright. I just wanted to make sure that whatever happened to him was what he wanted.

I had a check-up with Dr. Wade in which he ended up bent over his examination table, my dick pounding into his ass harder than last time. The moment Dominic told Dr. Wade about Jay, our collected horniness caused all our pants to drop.

"How do you find the most interesting men?" Dr. Wade asked Dominic, his hands reaching back, grabbing my hips.

"He's not the only one we've pulled into the mix," Dominic told him, detailing our fuck session with Pastor Kline.

"I've got to start going to church again," Dr. Wade said, his dick unloading a thick cum load between his abs and the examination table.

There was a knock on my door Friday morning, over more than a week having gone by since our first night fucking Pastor Kline. We hadn't been caught yet, and no one suspected anything as far as we knew. Pastor Kline’s head popped inside my office, a smile on his face.

“How’s it going, Will?” he said.

“Fine,” I told him, watching as he came inside and closed the door.

“Thought you might need to use the restroom,” he said, kneeling down at my feet behind my desk.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” I said, unzipping my pants, pulling my dick out.

He leaned forward and slipped my dick inside his mouth, looking up to me and nodding. I started to piss.

“Feeling any different yet?” I asked him.

He shook his head.

“Don’t worry,” I told him. “Not everyone is like me. It took only one night for Dominic to poz me, but it can take a few sessions before you convert.”

“I’m not worried,” Pastor Kline said, finishing my piss. He stood up and kissed me, a bit of my piss still clinging to his tongue. “It’ll happen eventually.”

“In the meantime, I guess we’ll have to keep fucking your ass full of poz cum.”

“If you must, you must,” he said, smiling. "I love having you and Dominic deep inside me. I finally feel myself filled with something worthwhile."

"We're always happy to help."

"I know Dominic is bigger," Pastor Kline said, running his fingers along my shaft, "but, in my opinion, you've got the better dick."

'That's just because it's attached to me," I said.

"Doesn't matter the reason," he told me. “Look, I wanted to talk to you about one of our members.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“Peter Flanagan,” he said.

Peter Flanagan was a married man with a wife who was involved with every group at the church. She was a busy body, her nose in everyone’s business. I worked with her several times as she ran events from Christmas pageants to summer cookouts. She was nice, but she was annoying. She was type of person you expected had parents who told her she was a princess, and she believed it. 

“What about him?”

“Well, I told you that I thought there were a few men in the church like us.” He raised an eyebrow, indicating what he meant.

“You think Peter is gay?”

“I’m almost positive,” Pastor Kline said.

“How do you know?”

“In all the years I’ve known him, there has always been something about Peter, as if there was a secret he was hiding. Whenever I’d talk to him about his wife, he’d talk about her as if it was a pain to him. That, and I’ve noticed him glancing at other men in the church.”

“Not a lot to go off of.”

“At last year’s men’s retreat, you remember, we went to that camp. When we were in the showers, I was obviously checking out all the other men, and I realized that I wasn’t the only one. I saw Peter watching some of the other men changing, and though I didn’t see his dick clearly, I could see his towel tenting.”

"Sometimes that happens in the showers."

"I think I saw him trying to take pictures in the locker room," Pastor Kline pushed.

I shook my head. Peter was a handsome man. His dark brown hair and green eyes were gorgeous, his light stubble a real turn-on. He was fit, evident from our yearly church grounds cleaning when everyone would pitch in to tidy up. I’d seen him carry heavy bags of mulch, noticing his muscular arms. He wasn’t overly muscular, but you knew he kept himself regular at the gym. Just the idea caused by dick to jump, something Pastor Kline noticed.

“Do you want me to blow you?”

“I’m fine,” I told him. “Look, I’d like to believe that Peter is gay, but I don’t want us going after men here to only find out that we’re wrong. Imagine what would happen.”

“There’s something else I haven’t told you,” Pastor Kline said. “He called me earlier today, saying he wanted to come in and speak with me.”

“About what?”

“He says he’s been struggling with some sin issue, something his wife doesn’t know about, and he wants to talk to another man about it. I asked him to elaborate, and he said it’s a sin of a sexual nature. I asked him if he slept with another woman, but he said he hadn’t. He sounded real nervous. I think he wants to talk about himself possibly being gay.”

I understood Pastor Kline’s thought process, but I still wasn’t fully convinced. “It’s possible, but I’m still not sure.”

“I told him I wanted him to come in tomorrow to speak to the both of us. I think, between you and me, we’ll be able to find out if he’s gay. And if so, we can see how far we can push him.”

“You want to corrupt him?”

“Mr. Moore corrupted you,” Pastor Kline said. “And don’t you think you’re better off?”

I did feel as if my true self had been unleashed, a new freedom surging through my body. The idea of giving this to another man caused my dick to shoot up.

“You sure you don’t want me to blow you?”

“No,” I said, smiling. “I have a better place to shoot my load.”

Pastor Kline smiled, standing and dropping his pants.

I told Dominic about Peter Flanagan as he fucked another poz load in my ass.

“You don’t think he’s gay?” Dominic asked, sweat covering his face.

“I don’t know,” I said, my fingers twisting Dominic’s nipples. “Pastor Kline thinks he is, but I’m not convinced.”

“Would he be a hot find?”

“He would,” I said. “He’s fit, dark hair, handsome. While I don’t know if he’s gay, I know of several women within the church who would love to take him away from his wife.”

“I do love corrupting married men.”

“They’ve been married for a while. Nearly ten years. No kids.”

Dominic’s assault on my ass slowed. “Hmm. That’s interesting. I wonder if there’s something wrong with his dick and balls?”

“If there is, he doesn’t go around telling everyone,” I said. I turned his nipples hard, pulling his attention back to me. “Keep fucking.”

Dominic smiled and unloaded in my ass.

Pastor Kline and I waited in his office for Peter Flanagan. In Pastor Kline’s mug was my piss which he swirled around and sipped at. I was worried that Peter would smell the piss, but Pastor Kline showed no concern. Maybe it was a part of his plan to out the man.

“We can’t force something out of him,” I reminded Pastor Kline. “If he is gay, that doesn’t mean he wants to fuck us. Even if he does, that doesn’t mean he wants to be pozzed.”

“But if he does?”

I smiled at the thought. “If he does, then, yes, I’ll happily fuck his brains out and knock him up.”

“Dominic would want a crack at him too,” Pastor Kline said. Just at the thought, I saw Pastor Kline’s tiny dick starting to tent his pants. “I’d love to watch him get railed by the both of you.”

“Easy, tiger,” I said.

A knock on the door silenced us. It opened and Peter’s head popped in.

“Hello,” he said, entering the office. He was wearing a dress shirt and tie. He was a teacher at the local high school, history being his subject. He also coached the basketball team. Seeing him slightly dressed up did cause my dick to jump. It wasn't any different than what he wore to church, but there was still something about seeing him in this state that was hot. He was a handsome man, even more so than I remembered. God, I did want him to be gay.

“Peter, take a seat,” Pastor Kline said, sipping the piss in his mug.

“Thanks,” he said.

“So,” I said, leaning forward, “Pastor Kline tells me that there was something you wanted to talk about.”

Awkwardness covered Peter. His eye contact was broken, shifting down to his feet. “Uh, yeah. It’s a bit of a delicate subject.”

“That’s alright,” Pastor Kline said. “That’s why we’re here.”

“It’s just, I’m embarrassed. This isn’t something I’ve been able to talk to anyone about. I’ve tried working on it alone, but I just can’t figure out how to overcome this.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You said it was something of a sexual nature,” Pastor Kline said, his excitement at the prospect evident to me as he spoke.

“I’m ashamed,” Peter said.

“Have you spoken to your wife about this?”

“No,” he said. “I couldn’t. She’d hate me. She’d leave me. We already have enough problems as it is. This would only ruin everything.”

“You can trust us,” Pastor Kline said. “Whatever is said here won’t leave this office. We promise.”

Peter nodded, glancing up at the two of us. “As you know, I work at the high school. I’ve been there for nearly seven years now. I’ve always been respectable. I’ve never done anything wrong. But, well, I’ve done something that could get me fired.”

This was not what we had expected.

“What’s happened?” I asked.

“I’ve done something horrible,” he said. “You see, I slept with a student.”

Both Pastor Kline and I leaned back in our chairs. This was definitely not what we had expected.

“It’s not illegal,” Peter quickly said. “The student is eighteen. It was only once, but it happened.”

“I see,” I said. “And is the student threatening to tell someone? Your wife, maybe?”

Peter shook his head. “No.”

“Is the student pregnant?” Pastor Kline asked.

“No,” he said, an odd smile filling his face. “That’s not possible.”

“Why?” I asked, my curiosity rising.

“Well, for one, not that anyone other than my wife and my doctor know this, but I’m not able to father children.”

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s a bit awkward to admit, but I have hyperspermia. It lowers my sperm count. My doctor says I’ve got little to none, meaning I can’t reproduce.”

“I’ve never heard of hyperspermia,” Pastor Kline said. “What is that?”

“It means I produce a larger than normal quantity of semen,” Peter said. “I’m able to have sex and ejaculate multiple times within a short period, but there’s little sperm made. My wife hates it. After we got married, when we first had sex, she looked at me like I was disgusting. I tried to explain to her what it was, but she was repulsed. Some guys would love the idea, but my wife hates it. We haven’t slept together for nearly three years.”

"That must make it hard," Pastor Kline said. I understood the double meaning, waiting to see if Peter picked up on it. He seemingly didn't.

“Is that why you slept with the student?” I asked.

Peter nodded. “You see, the student can’t get pregnant because I don’t produce enough sperm. But, also, the student is male.”

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More from Peter coming soon.

[seattlebbbtm]

This story gets better and better

[gingerdaddyG]

I’m liking Peter already!  😈 

Must head off to church today…

[PozTalkAuthor]

something tells me the family is growing! Keep on going! 

[TransfemmeNflkUK]

I just read this story from start to now. And wow.  I'd love to meet a man like Dominic who binds me to them with his seed.. can't wait for more  

[Medwaym]

Love all the twists and turns....a very filthy mind, that I fucking love 😈🐷

[amsrat]

The way things are going now, the Church could become a Cult!

[TallKinkyBttmSlut]

Yummmmm!  Make that brotherhood bigger!

[Heir2012]

Part 16: What Peter is Made of

"The student is a male."

I almost heard Pastor Kline gasp from excitement. We both sat in silence, allowing the admission to wash over us. Fuck, Pastor Kline had been right. Peter was gay, or, at least, bisexual. Not only that, but he admitted to cumming what sounded like buckets of cum. Dominic would lose his mind when he found out.

“I’m ashamed,” Peter said, tears starting to flow, his chest heaving. “I know it’s a sin. I know I’ve broken my marriage vows. Not only that, but I’ve slept with another man. I’m disgusting. I’m a horrible person. I feel horrible. That’s why I haven’t told my wife. I’m ashamed.”

“The male student consented to the sex?” Pastor Kline asked.

“What?” Peter asked. “Yes. He’s one of the players on the basketball team. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was wrong. What should I do?”

“Have you always struggled with these kinds of thoughts?” I asked him. “Thoughts concerning other men?”

Peter thought for a moment and then slowly nodded. “Since I was a teenager. I tried to push it down, and I’ve been able to for the most part, but it’s always been there. Even with my wife, my mind always wandered somewhere else when we were… you know.”

“Do you watch gay pornography?” Pastor Kline asked.

“I have,” he said. “I always erase the browser history. My wife doesn’t know much about computers, so she doesn’t know what to look for.”

“What kind of pornography have you watched?” Pastor Kline asked.

Peter gave us an odd look. "I... I just said. Gay pornography."

"What kind of gay pornography?"

“What? Does that matter?”

“I just want to understand the lengths your sinful nature has taken you,” Pastor Kline said. He looked at me and winked, smiling.

“Um, well, I’ve watched videos about jocks. You know, men that look like the student. I’d never watch anything of someone underage. I’d never do that.”

“That’s fine. What else?”

Peter gave us an odd look before he continued. I noticed his hand reach down to his crotch where he adjusted himself. There was a bulge forming, showing that the conversation was getting him a bit excited.

“I’ve watched videos of hairy men. Strong men.”

“And do you like men that are hairy and strong?” I asked.

Peter stared at me and slowly nodded.

“You’ve thought about these men having sexual intercourse with you?”

Peter nodded.

“You’ve thought about entering these men or them entering you?”

“I…” he started, something changing in his eyes. His hand moved back down to his crotch, his fingers lightly grazing over the bulge forming. “I top the jocks,” he said. “But I bottom for hairy men.”

“Have you ever done this?” Pastor Kline asked. “We know you’ve slept with a student, as you said, topping him, but have you bottomed for a man?”

“No,” he said.

“Do you want to?”

Peter looked from Pastor Kline to me and nodded. “But it’s wrong.”

“When you slept with your student, how did you feel?”

“Guilty.”

“No. How did you feel when you entered him?”

“I felt… good. I felt strong. I felt like I wanted him.”

“So, you took him.”

“Yes.”

“And how did you feel as you climaxed?”

“Amazing,” Peter said. “At first.”

“At first?” Pastor Kline asked. “Was it the guilt?”

“No,” he said. “You see, it’s like with my wife, I guess. I ejaculate so much, so when I came, it filled up the condom and made a mess.”

“He made you wear a condom?”

“Of course,” Peter said. “I wasn’t going to bareback him.”

Hearing Peter using these terms showed that he was breaking down. He was no longer speaking to his pastors. He was speaking to two men who were interested in the type of sex he’s having. His hand was now glued to his crotch, rubbing the increasing bulge.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because,” he said. “You have to wear a condom.”

“Have you ever watched porn where the top didn’t wear a condom?”

“Well… yeah.”

“And did you find yourself turned on by the idea?”

Peter was silent for a moment, and I was afraid that we had lost him. “Yes,” he finally said.

“It feels better without a condom, doesn’t it?” Pastor Kline said. “Think of how it felt with your wife. Didn’t it feel good having skin on skin?”

“Yes.”

“Imagine what that would have been like with your student. Your skin on his skin.”

Peter’s hand was pulling on his bulge, no sign of hiding the raging boner in his pants.

“Imagine what it would be like to ejaculate inside him, not in a condom. Imagine what it would be like to cum inside someone who wants every last drop of your semen. What would that be like?”

“Incredible,” Peter said.

“God wants us to feel fulfilled, Peter,” I told him. “It sounds as if your fulfillment may reside outside your marriage.”

“But, isn’t that wrong?”

“If it feels so good, how wrong can it be?” Pastor Kline asked. “Your wife doesn’t understand the blessing you are to her. Imagine finding someone who understands that. Imagine being able to fulfill that need. Imagine being able to unload inside your student. Imagine what it would be like if you were able to do what you’ve never been able to do. Imagine if you’re able to bottom for a man. Is that something that you want?”

Peter slowly nodded.

“And knowing how good it feels not wearing a condom, would you make another man wear a condom if he were to have sex with you?”

“I mean…” he started. “What about diseases?”

“What about them?” Pastor Kline asked.

“I don’t want to catch anything.”

“Why not? You said you don’t sleep with your wife anymore, so there’s no fear in passing it on to her. Imagine not having to worry about getting anything because you’ve already got it. Doesn’t that sound like freedom. Imagine being able to pass that freedom on to someone else. Wouldn’t you want to be free? Isn’t that what you’re looking for? Aren’t you trying to finally have what you’ve always wanted, a freedom to fuck whoever you want?”

At the word “fuck” I could see Peter tense up, his hand on his crotch clutching hard over the fabric as his body shook. His eyes closed tight as he groaned, his free hand reaching out and grabbing the desk for support.

I stood up and approached him, reaching down and taking his hand. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

“Let me see,” I said.

He looked from me down to his crotch were a wet spot was already starting to grow. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be,” I told him. “Unzip your pants and let me see.”

He slowly undid his pants, undoing his belt and button and slowly unzipping until we could see his briefs underneath. They were saturated in cum. When he had said that he came more than normal, I could never have imagined it being to this extent.

“Stand up,” I told him.

As he did so, I knelt down, my hands taking his pants and pulling them to the floor. The entire front of his briefs were soaked through, his cum leaking out through the fabric. I took hold of his waistband and slowly pulled his briefs down, revealing a seven-inch cock covered in cum. As the briefs struggled down his legs, globs of cum fell onto the carpet and onto my hands.

“Sorry,” Peter said. He moved his hand to clean me off, but I stopped him. Instead, I looked up into his eyes and brought the cum to my mouth, licking it up with my tongue. His eyes grew wide as his dick grew hard, sticking out toward my face. Preccum was dripping out, joining the cum already covering his dick.

I took hold of his dick and pulled along his shaft, collecting the cum until I reached the head. There was a full puddle of cum in my palm which I reached back toward Pastor Kline. He pressed his mouth against my hand and sucked the cum into his mouth, licking my hand clean.

“Holy fuck,” Peter groaned.

“Not what you were expecting?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “Are you two…”

“Gay?” Pastor Kline finished, licking his lips. “We are.”

“Does anyone know?”

“Only my boyfriend,” I told Peter. “No one knows about him, though. He comes to the church. Dominic Moore.”

I could see Peter’s eyes light up. “I’ve seen him,” he said. “He’s gorgeous.”

“That he is,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s been fucking Pastor Ryder for months now. He started fucking me over a week ago.”

“Bareback,” I added, watching as the conversation caused more precum to drip from Peter’s cock. It looked as if someone had left the faucet on, a constant stream leaking out. “Looks like you’re ready to go again.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I can cum about five times in a row. I only need about a minute or two between each.”

“Fuck,” Pastor Kline said. “Sounds like a gift from God.”

“Like I said,” Peter told us, “I can’t have kids of my own. I can’t pass that part of me on to someone else.”

“There are always ways you can pass something on,” I told him. “Don’t worry about that.”

“You won’t tell anyone will you?” Peter asked.

“We won’t if you won’t,” Pastor Kline said. “We’re thinking of starting a support group in the church for men like us.”

“A support group?”

“A group supporting each other’s need for gay sex,” he clarified. “I’m sure we aren’t the only ones feeling unfulfilled. We’ve all got deep desires we want to see met.”

“My desire,” I said, grabbing the base of Peter’s cock and watching as a thicker stream of precum leaked out, “is to see firsthand how much cum you shoot. I’ve never heard of hyperspermia, but I’d love to witness it myself.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded. I opened my mouth and took his dick inside, reaching the back of my throat. I heard him groan as his hands grabbed onto my shoulders for support.

“That’s incredible,” he stuttered out. “I’ve never had anyone suck me off before.”

“Not even your student?” Pastor Kline asked.

He shook his head. “I’ve only fucked his ass.”

These words alone caused more precum to spill out into my throat. I started sucking him, moving along his shaft, amazed by the constant stream of precum. What any normal man would be able to produce during a normal orgasm was coming out of Peter’s dick within a minutes time as precum. His hips started to push toward me, his pubes pressing into my face. His pace started to quicken, his hands holding tighter onto my shoulders.

“I’m going to cum again,” he moaned, his breathing quick.

“Do it,” Pastor Kline said. “Unload down his throat. Shoot into his stomach.”

I pulled back as I felt Peter’s dick swell, opening my mouth and resting his dick’s head on the tip of my tongue as he started shooting. Whatever I had expected, it had not been this. It felt as if he was pissing into my mouth, but instead of urine, he was filling me with cum. Shot after shot filled my mouth, some landing on my face, as he unloaded his second orgasm within the past few minutes. After nearly a minute of his cum shooting into my mouth, I felt his grip on my shoulders weaken.

“Fuck,” he said, falling back into his chair.

I stood up and looked into the mirror Pastor Kline had on his wall. My mouth was shut, filled to the brim with Peter’s cum, but there were still globs of cum clinging to my face, mixing into my beard. I felt as if I had taken the loads of six men into my mouth and over my face. I couldn’t believe all of this had come from one man. I turned back to Peter who was staring at me and smiled. I swallowed his cum and then ran my hand over my face, collecting what my mouth had missed.

“That’s fucking insane,” I said, licking up the remaining cum. “I can’t imagine why your wife doesn’t like what you can do.”

“She says it’s grotesque,” Peter said. “She says no man should be able to do something like that. It’s not natural.”

“It’s better than natural,” I said. “It’s a gift. If more men could do that, I know we’d have more gay guys walking around than straight.”

“I think it’s only fair,” Pastor Kline said, “for me to experience for myself this wonder given to us.”

“Are you up for another round?” I asked Peter.

Peter smiled. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“That’s the right answer,” Pastor Kline said, kneeling down and taking Peter’s cock down his throat.”

“How does this work?” Peter asked as Pastor Kline blew him. “You two and Mr. Moore?”

“Dominic is a top,” I explained. “I’m versatile. I’ve been fucked by Dominic, but I’ve fucked Pastor Kline and two other men. Pastor Kline is what they call a cum pig. He only bottoms.”

“What am I?” Peter asked, his eyes fluttering as Pastor Kline continued his assault at Peter’s dick.

“I think you’re like me,” I said. “I think you fuck younger guys, giving them your copious amount of cum. And you get fucked by guys like Dominic.”

“Do you think he’d fuck me?” Peter asked, his eyes now closed as Pastor Kline sucked him dry. “Would your boyfriend want to fuck me?”

“He would,” I said. “But there are some other things attached to that.”

“What kind of things?”

“We’ll talk about that later,” I said.

Peter nodded and then held Pastor Kline’s head against his crotch as he shot his third load. To Pastor Kline’s credit, not a single drop of Peter’s gushing cum leaked out of his mouth. By the time Peter’s orgasm had ended, Pastor Kline stood up and looked at me with a huge smile on his face.

“I told you I had a good feeling about Peter.”

“You were right,” I told him.

“How am I supposed to leave the church like this?” Peter asked, looking down at his cum-soaked briefs and pants.

“I’ve got you,” I said. I ran to my office and pulled out one of the extra pairs of underwear and pants that I kept on hand. “These should fit you,” I said. “They may be a bit snug.”

“That’s fine,” Peter said, removing his soaked clothing.

“We’ll be taking these, though,” Pastor Kline said, taking the briefs and pants. He held the briefs up to his face and licked what remained of the cum. “Never thought I’d say this, Peter, but I love how you taste.”

“Thanks,” he said, buttoning the pants I gave him. “Maybe I can taste you sometime.”

“We’re hoping you will,” I said. “Like I said, I’m sure Dominic would love to fuck your ass, but there are a few things we’d have to discuss first.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“How about this,” I said, taking out my phone. “Put your number in my phone, and I’ll message you about us getting together. After that, we’ll talk. How does that sound?”

“Good to me,” Peter said. He entered his number and handed me my phone. As I took it, he leaned in and kissed me. He was a good kisser. I was jealous that his wife got to kiss him whenever she wanted. Then again, she didn’t take the gift that was his unlimited cum. “I never thought I’d kiss a pastor,” he said.

“You’ve had two suck your dick,” I reminded him.

“That’s true.” As he turned to leave, Pastor Kline stopped him.

“Peter, who was the student you fucked?”

Peter’s face grew red. “Lewis Berg.”

“Lewis Berg?” I said, dumbfounded. “From our youth group?”

Peter nodded.

Pastor Kline and I exchanged looks.

“Don’t tell him that I told you that,” Peter said.

“We won’t,” I said.

Peter left, leaving Pastor Kline and I to exchange glances.

“Looks like we have another name for our support group,” Pastor Kline said.

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Hope you're finding Peter a great addition.

Question, out of Dominic, Will, Dr. Wade, Jay, Pastor Kline, and Peter, who would you rather fuck or have fuck you? Why?