Too Innocent too stupid

[Assmunch]

Brian’s dad didn’t tell me anything except to show up at an address right after practice.  I was trembling from nervousness and too much fear as I opened the door to the house and went inside.  I hadn’t showered and changed with the other guys like I usually did, too afraid of being late and what it might mean.  What kind of punishment was there going to be?  I know I messed up.  My parents couldn’t know I had a nudity magazine in my bag, I’d get a whipping and grounded for who knows how long.  Worse than that, the disappointment in their eyes because I’d failed them was something that made me fall asleep crying last night.

If only I hadn’t brought my older brother’s Penthouse with me to the church retreat so that I could show Brian.  Brian was always talking about girls, and pussy, and sex.  I remember being very shocked at how direct and straightforward he was about sex, not to mention the dirty words he used.  We weren’t supposed to be lustful or profane, Bishop Jacob said it was a sin.  Brian didn’t go to my school.  He was a senior, like me, and his birthday was just one day earlier than mine, but we were in the same Ward.  The church had thrown a double birthday party for us to celebrate our 18th together.  We were now men, adults, and for a whole month I felt proud and grown up.  Then Brian’s dad caught us with the Penthouse, whispering and huddled close together with a flashlight in the Worship Room down the hall from where we were supposed to be sleeping.

I thought he’d be angry and punish us right there, but he didn’t.  He leafed through the magazine standing right in front of us sitting on the floor, every now and then uttering a ‘hmmmmm’ or a ‘okay…I see.’  I know he’d never seen one of THOSE magazines before.  The elders of the church didn’t sin like we did.  Brian’s dad was standing a foot away only in his holy garments and I couldn’t help seeing them push outward as he expressed his disapproval.

Bishop Jacob or the elders, mostly the elders, would gather the young men before church every Wednesday night and Sunday morning, to encourage us to empty our hearts of sin.  They’d always let us do it individually, knowing it would be embarrassing to speak of those things in the group.  I don’t know what the others would say, except Brian, but I used up all my time talking about Rebecca Thompson and how she wore shirts that were too tight for her big breasts, and how that tempted me but that I was resisting temptation every day.

Elder Peter would always ask “were you aroused by this?”  In a soft voice I would have to reply truthfully “Yes.”

“Were you fully aroused, or only slightly?”  He would ask.

Ashamed, I would answer “Fully, Elder.”

“And did you spill your seed?”

The answer changed every week.  Sometimes I could control myself, but sometimes just fidgeting my legs meant my seed came forth before I could stop it.  I would have to describe it to Elder Peter, the urges and the way my dick wouldn’t go down, and how pushing my legs together seemed to help and make it worse at the same time, until I knew my seed was going to squirt out into my pants in class, and he would scowl.  And on those occasions Elder Peter would administer my punishment on my bared butt over his lap.  Before he let me up, he would make me promise to resist the temptation of Rebecca’s young full breasts, straining the fabric of her blouses and shirts, and that I wouldn’t let my throbbing penis control my thoughts when I squeezed my legs together until I spurted my young seed wastefully, which often meant I became aroused again.  Fortunately, my arousal was pressed firmly against Elder Peter’s legs so he didn’t know.  Resisting the temptation of sin was so difficult.  Sometimes even the warmth of Elder Peter’s muscular leg against my dick threatened to push me into ejaculation again.  Sin and temptation was everywhere.  God had no idea what nightmare he created.

But Elder Peter was not unusual.  I received punishment from almost all the Elders for my sins.  Brian’s dad was the nicest one.  He always said the pain of the punishment was intended to remind me that lusting was sinful, and that I should remember the pain every time I started to think about females and their bodies.  He would take the time to rub my sore butt to ease the sting while he spoke to me kindly about how men would only enjoy sexual thoughts with their wives after they were married, and that men must be strong.  He would then tell me that he knew I was a good boy who was trying, and that I could come to him if I needed to.  He would rub over my back and butt gently and soothingly while he talked softly about how important it was that we don’t lust for women.

Of course I would tell Brian what had happened after each occasion.  And Brian would tell me about his.  Brian was far more daring than I could ever be and sometimes I think he just made stuff up to shock the Elders.

“I told Elder Carl that I put peanut butter on my dick and made my dog lick it off.  Oh man, he was mad, he swatted me for a half hour.  He made me take all my clothes off and straddle the chair backwards so my ass hung off the seat, and he lit into me.  Both cheeks, and the middle.”  Brian laughed talking about it.  “Fuck, dude… I swear he was enjoying it, running his hand over my big meaty cheeks and asshole.  I think Elder Carl likes my ass.”

Brian was a little bigger than me, but we were both hefty guys.  Both linebackers on our respective teams in high school.

“You have a huge target, man.”  I told him.

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t care.  Only my dad is big enough to make me feel it when he goes in with a swat.  The other Elders are pussies.  They think I give a shit if they whack my ass?  I can barely feel it.  I put that beast out there and let them go to town.  And man, they fuckin’ hate it when I talk about cock and pussy.  I told Elder David I got a blowjob from Donna Tempano and he beat my ass until he couldn’t breathe.  He seriously had to stop because he couldn’t breathe. That was hilarious.  I wore his ass out, he didn’t get close to wearing my ass out.  Not this ass.”

Brian was way cooler than I could ever be.  But he could afford to be, his dad was an Elder in the church.  He didn’t have anything to lose.

 

So I walked down the dark hallway with trepidation.  If Brian said his dad was the only one who could make him feel a punishment, I know I was in for big trouble.  Someone waited there at the end of the hallway, but I couldn’t tell who it was.  They wore a white robe, and a mask that covered everything but their mouth.

“Penitent Michael, have you come to absolve your sins?”  He asked.  His voice was deep.  I didn’t recognize it, but I was surprised.  I thought Elder Robert, Brian’s dad would be the one to punish me.

“Uh, yes.” I said.

“Enter and join the other Penitents.”  He said.

Other…?  Part of me was relieved that I wasn’t the only one, but the other part was dreading that my sins would be revealed to others.  I took a deep breath, and straightened my spine to it’s full 6’3” height.  I would take my punishment like a man.

I pushed my way through the curtained doorway to see a room shrouded in darkness and candlelight.  A hand came from the side immediately and stopped me.

“You will disrobe.”  He said.  Another robed figure, with a mask.  But the voice sounded familiar even though I couldn’t place it.

I hesitated only a couple seconds before stripping off my sweat soaked cutoff tee shirt without arms I wore for practice, and my high cut nylon shorts.  I left my jockstrap on for the moment while I kicked off my cleats and pulled my sweaty socks from my size 12 feet.  Damn, that felt good getting out of my footgear.  I took a moment to flex my long toes.  The concrete floor was cold, but felt great.

“Join the other Penitents.”  The voice said.

I hadn’t taken off my jock, but was grateful they didn’t want me to strip it off.  That would be weird.  I looked around and saw four other guys my age kneeling before a raised dais.

There seemed to be a space for me, and walking up I could barely make out Brian’s huge form kneeling in his jockstrap.  I scooted in next to him.

“Hey Bri.”  I whispered.

He turned his head just a bit and I caught a grin on his handsome face.  “Hey Mike.”

Heck, if Brian was here, I’d be fine.  I wasn’t nervous anymore.  The church had its secret ceremonies.  If Brian was here, we’d do this together.

I had noticed as I had walked up in the dim light that the other guys were also in jockstraps.  Maybe we were going to be inducted into some special sports brotherhood of the church, which was incredibly cool.  I’d always thought the church was kind of wimpy even though it was necessary for my everlasting holy soul and my bond with God.   I know we heavily supported the cub scouts and Boy Scouts, and were involved in National Parks, State Parks, and many things outdoors and manly…but the central church part was not very tough and rugged.  Yeah, sure, there was the part about men being in control and making the decisions…but we had more accountants and lawyers to boast of than firemen and woodsmen.

So, a special church brotherhood of sports guys was going to be cool as sh—- well, really cool.

“Are we going to be punished?”  I whispered quickly while ten white robed figures assembled on the dais in front of us, standing tall and serious with their white masks that covered everything but their mouths and eyes.

“Better.”  Was all Brian said, smiling.

We waited for a half a minute and I tried not to fidget.

“You didn’t shower?”  Brian asked, obviously catching a whiff of my heady scent after an intense practice.

“No time.”  I shot back.  “I didn’t want to be late.  I was last one here as it was.”

“Yeah, I can smell the testosterone coming off you, bro.”  He snorted.

I leaned slightly towards him and inhaled.  “You’re one to talk, you smell as bad as me.”

He shrugged.  “My natural scent.  All man.”  He turned slightly and winked at me which made me grin.  “Men smell like men.  Oh fuck.”

His words made me dart my eyes to the dais, where a muscular man strode barefoot past the robed and masked figures.  He wore a mask too, but otherwise only a small loincloth.

“Bishop Jacob.”  Brian whispered.  “He’s fuckin stacked, bro.”

I guess that was news to both of us.  Even though he wore the same mask as the others, Bishop Jacob was easy to discern.  In services he stretched his clothes near to splitting when we saw him and it was a point of pride for our Ward that he was a competitive bodybuilder, especially among the younger members who were jocks like Brian and I.  We loved Bishop Jacob.  And I hated when I had to admit my sins to him.  But Bishop Jacob never made me feel bad about my sins, he would administer my punishment lightly, with a gentle hand and a gentle voice, and then he would hold me to his chest while he kindly told me that good men did not view women as sex objects, that they were to be honored as the bearers of our children, as vessels of our love and support.  And that we should seek to have sex with women only to bear children to honor their purpose under God.  That men have baser urges which if they couldn’t control, had less sinful outlets.

Bishop Jacob was incredible.  I know he was 40 years old, but he had a body I dreamed of having.  Linebackers weren’t necessarily stacked and cut.  We were big boys, meaty, muscly, thick and driven to plow, like draft horses.  Bishop Jacob had a narrow waist, and a thick deep chest, with shoulders piled on like clouds on a mountain.  His legs flared out from his loincloth as wide as his waist.  Damn, my big old body could never be as tight as his, coach wanted me to eat everything I could.  I know Brian was thinking the same thing, even though he wore a size 34 waist a size lower than mine.  And Brian’s butt was bigger and beefier than mine, at least I thought so.  I had wide and long glutes, where his were probably half as long as mine and narrower which made them bubble out.

But Bishop Jacob, when he turned to the left, then the right in his loincloth, his glutes were like boulders on his huge thighs.  He was saying something to the robed figures above us, but I couldn’t hear.

“Man, Bishop Jacob is a beast!”  I said.

“Yeah, man.”  Brian whispered.  “He keeps telling me I can’t do bodybuilding until I’m older, because my young body isn’t done growing yet, but I can’t wait.”

“Really?  Can we look like him?”  I breathed.

“He says yes, but it’s a lot of hard training.  But we both have scholarships to play, so he says we’re not on the bodybuilding track and should follow the football training because we’ll do better with that.  But still…”

“Yeah.  Girls would go crazy for us if we looked like that…”. I said.

“Right, bro?”  He shot back.

Not like either of us were hurting for girls, but we weren’t going with just any girl, especially if they weren’t with the church.  Well, I know Brian had gotten involved with a couple girls that weren’t but he said they weren’t worth it, that his parents messed it all up.

Our whispered conversation was interrupted when Bishop Jacob spoke.

“Penitents, you are here because each of you have expressed difficulty with sexual needs, and because each of you has now become a man.  As young men, many transgressions can be forgiven.  The road to becoming a man is difficult and there are many temptations.  You five have shown that you cannot manage and control your temptations.  The time is past when such youthful temptations can be forgiven.”

I was horrified to see that Bishop Jacob looked directly at Brian, and then at me.  I just about peed in my jockstrap.  I don’t know what I would do if Bishop Jacob was disappointed in me.

He held our gaze for a full three seconds.  Then he breathed deep, and the shadows from the candlelight played across his defined abdominal muscles, forcing his Adonis belt to thrust out.

“BUT!”  He said in a loud voice, which made me jerk in fright.  “You all can undergo the Ceremony of Manhood, IF YOU CHOOSE, and be born anew as men, to carry the burden that all men carry.  The burden is heavy.  We carry the burden so that our women, our children, will not have to carry it. Such is the weight we bear.  The men before you have carried the burden, as God decreed.  In the Garden of Eden, Eve brought sin to Mankind.  Because of that Original Sin, it is Man that must bear the weight.  When Christ died on the cross, he bore the weight of Mankind’s sin.  Can we, as Men, do any less?”

The robed and masked figures bowed their heads and clasped their hands in front of their chests.

“We cannot escape the punishment for our sins.”  The strong, muscular naked body of Bishop Jacob intoned.  It appeared like he had oiled himself so that his muscles reflected the scant candlelight, and deepened the shadows where it danced.  I thought he looked like a God.  I think he shaved his body, which was beautiful, and mesermerizing.  “And we will all sin.  It is in our nature.”

I was entranced.  He was right.  We would sin, we were made to sin, but it was our duty to defend ourselves from sin.  To deny it.

“You cannot deny it.”  He said.

What?

“You cannot deny sin… after all, Eve’s act by putting her mouth on the apple and taking a bite, eating from the forbidden fruit condemned us all.  The only way you could fight it was to stop Eve from committing the act before she succumbed.  Once she introduced sin to Mankind, we carry it forever.”

I froze.  What?   

“The consequence of Eve’s act, is that we WILL sin.”  Bishop Jacob stopped like he’d dropped a sledgehammer.

I…. Was that true?  In my case, yes, I sinned every day, every week.  I tried to be better, but Rebecca and her tits, her tight jeans over her juicy butt… I had bad thoughts.   It was wrong.  But was it going to ALWAYS be there?  Because of Eve?  Because she let sin infect Mankind?

Oh No.  That was bad.

Tears began to fall from my eyes.  We were all sunk.  How?  How could we overcome this?  It wasn’t the fault of women, I know they were innocent, and should be cherished. Women weren’t Eve, they didn’t cause this.

“Brian, why?  What can we do?”  I asked him, out loud, crying.  I know everyone heard, but this was terrible.  I could see tears in all their eyes, they felt just as bad.

“Listen to the Elders, Mike.”  Brian said, confidently.  And it was his confidence that calmed me.

Bishop Jacob smiled and spread his arms.  He looked beautiful, like the Archangel Michael.  “We can accept the sin of our brothers, and thus we take the sin from them and deliver it unto Christ and his infinite forgiveness.  And then, when we enfold our women and create new souls, our sons and daughters, their sin is less.  We can create our children more pure than we have ever been, with less sin in every generation, until we reach the Kingdom of Heaven.  It is the duty of EVERY son of Adam to take what sin he can unto himself so that his seed has less sin than he has borne.”

Bishop Jacob was so beautiful, so strong, so righteous.  Yes!

I put my hand out to grasp Brian’s shoulder.  “Amen!”  I cried, along with Brian and the other three Penitents.

I turned, and saw a mirroring huge smile on my friend.  So I said, “Brian, I will take your sin, so that you may be pure.”

He smiled back, his big bright white and straight teeth flashing me from his handsome blonde head.  “Michael, I will take your sin, so that you may be pure.”  He said.  Then… “bro.”

I laughed.  And hugged him tight.  “Bro.  Of course.”  I said into his ear.

 

Things moved fast after that, we were approached by two robed figures.  I’d already wondered if there were Elders, but who knows.  I think they were, and I hoped they were my Elders, because they were all good, strong, capable men who had guided me since I could remember.

Brian and I were led to a small room with two… workout benches?  Yeah, the ones that you could raise the back for shoulder presses.  I still didn’t know which Elders were escorting us.  The robes were really big, and the masks didn’t reveal much.

“Sit, facing the back.”  One of the men said.  His voice sounded familiar.

I took one workout bench, Brian took the other.  Our jock strapped asses easily extended beyond the ten inch fixed seat pad.  I wrapped my arms around the upper cushion and looked over at Brian.  He darted his eyes down to my ass and flexed his own ass, sticking it further out.

I raised my eyebrows, but mirrored his move.  Now both our big, meaty glutes were hanging off the small triangular cushion of the workout bench.  I could feel the ambient swirling air kiss my exposed asshole hanging just beyond the seat.

Brian relaxed his cheek against the upper cushion, looking at me and not blinking.  He seemed to be emotionally relaxed.  I was in a mood, so it seemed to me like he was looking at me with love.  I felt the same.  So I did the same.  Eye to eye.

“Relax.  After this, everything is just you and me, bro.”  Brian said mysteriously.

I smiled.  “You and me.”  I said.  So stupid.  So innocent.

[PozBearWI]

Interesting start...

[Assmunch]

Brian!  You okay?”  Was the only thing I could think of as the robed figure pushed what I could only assume was his hard penis inside my ass.  Okay… maybe it came out more like ‘UNNMGGGHHHHH, BBBBBBRRRR….GIUUIUUNNNCHHHHGH, FUUUUUUCCCKKKK.’

My face was pressed (not voluntarily) against the bench back.

“Relax, Penitent”. The gruff voice said.

“Mmmmmm, It hurts……. “ I cried.  It was a long whelping cry, after the first raging painful grunting negation.

“That’s the punishment.  This is the sin.  Do you accept the sin of your brother?” The voice asked.  A familiar voice.  A comforting voice.

“Yes.  Yes. YES!  I ACCEPT YOUR SIN.”  I said, gasping.  I know it was Brian’s dad.  I would take his sin.  I wanted his sin.  His sin was worth carrying.

“All of my sin?  Will you take it?  Will you bear it?”  He said, gruffly.

“Yes, sir I will take your sin.  Please, Let me carry your sin.”  I said as his thick girth stretched my virgin asshole.  I would do this for Brian’s dad, as much as it hurt, gladly, no matter what it cost me.  As a man, it was my duty to take this sin inside.  I would carry it in my dirty bottom until I could rid myself of it.  Brian’s dad grunted and thrust inside my unsullied 18 year old hole because my purity let him dispel the concentrated sin he had built up during his life.  I could wipe him clean.  For me, an 18 year old virgin without sin, I could take the burden.

“Please!  Give me your sin!  I will take it!”  I grunted out to him as he painfully broke inside my virgin hole.

“My sin is dirty” He cried, and he sounded bereft.  “You are pure, and I don’t know if I can make you carry it.”  He said, almost crying, still thrusting up inside of me.  Our act was a sin in itself, but I know that’s what this ceremony was intended to contain.  If we must sin, let us make sure we keep it among those who can bear it, and release it to Christ.

Wow. Brian’s dad had a big penis… a big cock..  Oh Lord forgive me, it hurt.  It was so big.  It tore my virgin hole, and I knew I must be bleeding even as he used my blood as a lubricant to thrust up deep into my most intimate depths, but he would not be denied, and I would not deny him this opportunity to release the sin he carried.

And so I relaxed into the pain, the invasion, the indefensible battering of his brutal thick manhood, letting him take me from behind as I remained pinnned on the upright workout bench.

My friend Brian was likewise pinned up against his bench, being gifted by Bishop Jacob.  Brian’s face was frozen in ecstasy, and I watched while Bishop Jacob’s thick cock rammed into Brian’s meaty ass over and over again.

 

“We’re so lucky.”  Brian grunted as Bishop Jacob punched up into his secret man regions.  “We can take way more sin than the other dudes, man.”  He said.  “We’re tough.  “Dude, you and me, we can take all of it.”  He smiled.  God, he was so handsome.  He was right. We could handle more than anyone.  Bishop Jacob slammed his hand onto Brian’s face and pinned it to the bench back.   Brian grinned and licked his lips.

Brian’s dad wrapped his hands around my chest.  “Michael, let’s get you turned around.”  he said, so gently, with love.

“Yes, sir.  Whatever you want.”  I said.  For Brian’s dad I would do anything.  Honestly, for any of the Elders I would.  It was worth it, it was important.

“Good boy.”  The Elder said.

Once I was turned around, Brian’s dad shoved his fat dick back inside me.

“Mmmmmmm.” He groaned.  “Once Brian’s mom knew, she divorced me.”  He said.  “That’s not easily done in the church.”

As his thick, long cock forced its way into my poor 18 year old virgin hole, I found it difficult to make conversation.

Brian’s dad leaned down and put his face to mine. “It’s okay”. He said then leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

I felt relief.  Elder Robert, Brian’s dad, was a major figure in the church.  I needed to be here for him.  I could take his sin, his confession, his pain.

And part of me said I could be there for him whenever he needed, to erase, to absolve, to relieve, to take the sin he built up.

And so I told him, with my big linebacker legs pulled wide and up so he could thrust his thick cock inside me.

“I will take it for you.  Please.  Give it to me.”

He looked at me, his eyes nearly filled with tears.

“It’s more than you should bear, Michael.”  He said, his voice breaking. “It’ is my shame,  A sin no one should bear.”

As he thrust into me, the sin already complete, I breathed.  “I will share your sin.  Please.”

“You have to understand.” His thrusts were gentle.  They were slow, but fully deep.  “I’ve tried to keep Brian from the worst of it, but he’s wild.”  It was excruciating, he pulled all the way out, then pushed ALL the way back inside, to the balls.  Brian’s dad had a HUGE cock.  Mostly normal at the head and middle, but shaped like a traffic cone, so the base was thicker than a baked potato. “It’s not for me to bring him into the secret brotherhood.  But you can help him.”

I grunted and gasped.  “Unnngggghhhh” I grunted as he thrusted.  My ass was on fire and it hurt so bad.  But he needed it so badly that I pulled my legs back to let him push into me as much as he needed to.

“Michael, will you let me gift you with my seed?”

He was struggling with what he had to do.  Why?  He had to know I would accept his sin.  If he let his seed flow into me, that was why we were here, to allow his sin to dilute to the next generation.

“Yes!  Let me take your seed.  I will take your sin, Sir and take it as many times as you need.”  I said.

I was not expecting Brian’s dad to kiss me then, but as I felt him giving me his precious seed he forced his mouth upon mine and we shared the deepest kiss of pure emotion I have ever felt.  I am sure God himself saw that kiss, and approved.

Soon after that, Brian’s dad and Bishop Jacob traded places, and if I was shocked by Brian’s dad fucking his son, it didn’t have a lot of mental room to consider any of that as Bishop Jacob was kind enough to give me four of his sins.  And when Bishop Jacob kissed me, I felt like I was floating in the arms of God himself.

[DCWildBtm]

Amazing storyteller!  

[negchaserlooking]

Holy fuck - literally 

[seattlebbbtm]

Awesome 

[drew4fun]

Well done Assmunch, another great read!  Thanks.

[austin_submale]

Interestingly different story!

 

[Assmunch]

As Bishop Jacob penetrated my cum filled high school linebacker hole, he graciously asked me, “Michael, will you accept your brothers in Christ in their deepest sin?”

He was so kind.  Seriously, he hadn’t even pushed the full head of his dick inside me before he asked.  I mean, his big muscular body was right there in front of the weightlifting bench I sat on, kneeling.  yeah, his mask was still on, which I have to say was super cool.  I don’t know where his loincloth was, but that was okay.  Bishop Jacob didn’t need to wear a loincloth with us.  Like he said, we were son’s of Adam.  So of course Bishop Jacob could share his sin with me.  With my back against the long bench top, I pulled my thick legs up with my hands, exposing my young dirty hole.

“Yes, Bishop.  I will take all my brother’s sins,”

Bishop Jacob smirked as his more than ample dick thrust up inside my young ass.  “Penitent Michael, you are very robust and healthy.”  he said with a kind smile.

I felt a rush of warmth.  This was Bishop Jacob!  Man!  He was so jacked, so muscular, such an impressive masculine specimen.  He was telling ME that I was robust and healthy.  Oh man, I was so lucky.  I pulled my big legs up further so he could fuck me deeper.  I was here to take his sin, and damn… he really had to give me all of it or I was not doing my my job.

“Bishop Jacob, please let me take you.”  I said eagerly as he thrust into me.

“Penitent Michael, my sin is greater than you have seen before.  Even greater than Elder Robert.   Would you accept such sin?  I would not burden you if you cannot bear the weight, “. Bishop Jacob breathed as he pushed into me with his full, heavy manhood.

But I was 18, I was ready, I could take the mantle of what the church required.   I know my burden was the full weight that Christ bore for mankind.

“Yes!!  yes!!!  I will accept your sin, Bishop Jacob, as Penitent Brian has before me, I will take your burden, may you live relieved.”  I cried out.

I felt Bishoip Jacob thrust for ten seconds more.

“Take it…take the sin.  You are annointed in Christ.”  He gasped thrusting deeply into me, and I felt a warm fullness.  I opened my eyes and saw Brian smiling across from me.  I felt so lucky that Bishop Jacob was anointing me personally with his holy fluid.

I was interrupted in my holy reverence by his stupid jock commentary.

“DUDE, Isn’t this the best!!!!???”

Of course, he’d just got fucked by his dad, an elder, AFTER BISHOP JACOB’S HOLY SEED, but I wasn’t going to utter a single complaint.

 

I had to smile too.  “I’m annointed.”  I said.

“Me too!  Bishop Jacob annointed me too!”  Brian laughed. “Dude, we’re unstoppable!!!!!”

Damn, Brian was just incredible.  He was so amazing.  I know when my team met his at state we would lose, but that was okay.  As Brian’s dad put his robe back on I watched Brian reach back and stick a finger in his ass.

“Oh man, Mike, I have so much seed inside me.  Did you get a lot too?”  He asked.

I reached down and put a finger inside myself like Brian had done.  I was sore down there, but I felt a warm, soupy slop about half a finger in.  “Oh yeah.”  I agreed, going a little deeper.  “Wow.  That’s so cool.”

Atter the ceremony we were all brought back to the dark, candlelit room where we once again knelt in our jockstraps.

I looked around and saw Danny Lopez, and the twins Tim and Frank Dexter.  They were smiling, just like Brian and me.

“You may not speak of this sacred ceremony to anyone outside of this room.” Bishop Jacob said.  “If you are very fortunate, in one week, or two, the Holy Spirit will enter you.  You must tell an Elder immediately when you feel it happening.”

I prayed that the Holy Spirit would take me.  I felt strong.

 

************

Two weeks later, neither Brian nor I had felt the Holy Spirit.  I was so disappointed, because Danny Lopez got the Holy Spirit and Frank Dexter did too.  Even now they were in the Temple Sanctum receiving the rites.

I was over at Brian’s house commiserating with him about our bad luck.  “Dude, what if we never get the Holy Spirit?”  I asked him for the fifth time.

He looked up from his homework with a scowl.  “Mike, bro… just stop worrying about it.”  He brushed his long wavy hair back from his face.

“Maybe we’re not sinful enough.”  I sighed.  “Why should the Holy Spirit bother wasting its time on us?”

He pointed one of his big fingers at me.  “That’s bullshit.”  He said in his deep voice.  Brian would always utter profanities when he was frustrated.  Not me though.  Sure, I thought them, which was bad enough, but speaking them out loud was a whole different level.  But Brian was way more confident than I was.  “Of course we’re not sinful and you know Elder Peter said that is not the way.  We are not to seek out sin, that when the Lord has need of us, sin will appear before us and only then can we help the sinners.”

I should my head.  “But that’s what I mean!  All we do is go to school, come home, go to Temple.  How are we supposed to take sin from the world if we never see any?”

Now that made Brian raise his dark, perfect eyebrows.  “Yeah, that’s a problem, isn’t it?”  He raked his hair back again and shrugged.  “Maybe we could go out and share the word with others, like the Missionaries do.”

“But, we’re not supposed to until we become consecrated in the Temple.”  I said.  “We’re not Missionaries yet.”

“Yeah, I know.” My big friend replied.  “We gotta do something though, right?”

I couldn’t argue with his logic.  I just shrugged and nodded.

“Meet me after practice tomorrow.  Catch the bus to my school, and we’ll walk home.  If the Lord provides, we have to listen, right?”  He asked.

Brian always knew how to work out a problem.  I smiled, feeling better.  “That’s right, Bri!  Okay, let’s do it!”

*****************

I was antsy and nervous during practice.  I told my parents that I was meeting Brian after school and I’d be home for dinner at 7:00.

As we walked through the neighborhood by Brian’s school, we knocked on doors.  We didn’t get a single answer.

“I guess no one is home from work yet.”  I said as we walked up the sidewalk to the 13th house.  That was okay.  Like Brian said, if we were meant to serve He would show us.

Brian rang the door bell and we stood side by side.  I tried not to be nervous so I made sure my black tie and white shirt were in place.  Brian and I had put on our best clothes to look like the Missionaries that we were trying to be.

The door opened and a somewhat muscular man with short brown hair answered.

“Oh hell no.”  He said and slammed the door shut immediately.

“Brian, did you see that?”  I asked.  “He was naked!  And he had tattoos all over.”  The man hadn’t worn a single stitch of clothing to answer the door.

“Yeah, bro.  He’s a sinner for sure.  This is it, man.  We have to try harder.”  Brian said with confidence.  He rang the doorbell again.

The door jerked back open after a few seconds.  The man stood there fully exposed in the open door, scowling.  “I don’t have time for your bullshit.”  He said.  “I’m working.  I don’t want to hear about God, or being saved, or the Kingdom of Heaven.  Go bug someone else.”  He started moving back to shut the door.

Inspiration hit me.  “We’re here to help.  Put us to work.”  I said, proud of my cleverness.

“Really?”  The man smirked, stopping.  He leaned his elbow against the door jamb and crossed one ankle over the other.  I couldn’t help but notice his penis was hard and wet.  “What would you do?”

Brian smiled.  “Anything you need, really.  We’re out in the community to serve.”

The man’s smile widened.  “Oh anything?”

“Yes sir!  We’re young and strong.  We can do whatever you need us to do.”  I replied, attempting to mimic Brian’s confidence.  This is what it was all about, reaching the sinners, showing them a better way through our actions when words would not work.

The man moved back from the doorway.  “Then by all means, come in.”

Brian moved first, and I followed.  Oh man, this was it, and my stomach was doing flip flops.  I knew Brian had to be just as nervous, but you would never be able to tell.

We both outsized the man by a good bit, Brian with his huge shoulders at 6’4” and me only slightly smaller at 6’3”, so the man had to be just under 6 foot tall, and about 50 pounds lighter than our meaty 240+ pounds.  The man looked to be about 30 years old, and handsome in the way some old men were.

We followed the man down a hallway to one of the bedrooms which was very well lit with a few lights that were mounted on stands pointing at a small couch covered in fabric.

“Why don’t you two have a seat.”  He said, moving over behind a video camera.  “Let’s just get some preliminary stuff out of the way.  State your names, and your age.”

“I’m Mike Robertson, and I just turned 18 two weeks ago.”  I said, smiling.

“I’m Brian Gallegos, and I just turned 18 three weeks ago.”  Brian followed.

“And what brings you here today?”  The man asked.

“We were out in the neighborhood to serve the community for God, sir.”  Brian answered, sitting up with a proud forward thrust of his muscular chest.

“Well that’s nice.”  The man replied conversationally.  “And how are you serving the community today?”

“We’re here to help you with your work, sir.”  I answered.

“Yes you are.  See, it’s just pure luck that my scheduled model chickened out today.  I was going to do some solo content instead and that’s what you caught me in the middle of by knocking on my door.  So today, you’ll be my models.  Is that okay?”  He asked.

I looked at Brian.  “Models?”  He said, shocked.  “You want us to be models?”

“That’s right.  My subscribers love to see pure, wholesome good looking young men like you.”

I couldn’t believe our luck.  Brian was definitely handsome enough to be a model, and I wasn’t ugly by any stretch.

“Is that something you’re willing to do?”  The man asked.  “For legal purposes, I have to hear you agree explicitly.”

“Yes!”  Both Brian and I said in unison.

“Excellent.  Now, what do you two do for work?”  He asked.  “My viewers would like to get to know you a little bit.  I have a feeling you’ll be very popular.”

“We don’t have jobs.”  Brian answered.  “We’re still in school, and after we graduate we’ll get sent on our Mission.”

“Are you excited about that?”  The man asked.  “Wait, still in school?”

I nodded.  “I go to West Campus High, and Brian goes to Reagan High.  We play football, and with schoolwork that doesn’t leave a lot of time for a job.”

“And you’re both 18 years old?  I have to confirm that.  Can you tell me your birthdates?”

So Brian and I rattled off our birthdays.

“What position do you boys play?”  He asked.

“We’re both linebackers.”  Brian answered.  “We play defense.”

“Nice, I bet you’re really good.  You definitely have the size.  Why don’t you stand up and do a flex pose.”  the man said as his hand went down to stroke his large penis.  I could understand, he was a sinner, that’s what sinners do, they touch themselves.

Brian and I stood up, and did a double bicep pose, side by side, which of course pulled our shirts up out of our belted waistbands.

“How about you take off your shirts, so we can see who’s bigger?”

This was what modeling was all about.  I grinned at Brian who seemed just as eager.  We took off our shirts and ties and laid them carefully on our bags.

“Now, same pose, and smile.”  We smiled as the man moved to another camera and the flash went off.  “Excellent.  You two are naturals.  Very photogenic.  Usually models need makeup and a lot of coaching.  It’s nice to work with two young men that are natural professionals.”

My heart sped up and I looked over to Brian.  “This could be our big break, Bri!”  I said.

Brian’s smile fell.  “Don’t be prideful Mike.  Besides, that’s not why we’re here.  If it happens, that’s what the Lord wills.  But don’t lose our purpose.  We’re here to help this sinner.”  He said all of this in a whisper.

“Okay, turn to face each other, same pose.  Get closer.  Closer.  Get right up in each other’s face, like two MMA fighters.”  The man prompted.

Brian was right, he always was.  I know what the man was asking for, we’d seen the face-offs they did just after the weigh-ins.  I moved forward and leaned against Brian, touching my nose to his, our lips just a half inch apart, staring into his eyes with a serious intent.

“Mike, move your elbow out a little, so we can see your faces…yes, like that, perfect.  Hold it there.”  Brian and I breathed into each others’ face while the man snapped more pictures.  “Okay, relax.”  He said, moving back over to the video camera.

“It’s too bad you don’t have your sports gear.”  He said, looking down at the screen.

“All I have is my jock and socks in my bag, have to wash them.”  I said.

“Yeah, me too.”  Brian said.

“How about we get some shots of that then?  I think you’re both more the sports model type.”

That made sense.  Brian thought so too because he reached down to unzip his bag while I did the same.  We stood up with our jocks and looked around.

“It’s okay to change here.”  The man said, obviously understanding our unspoken question.  “there’ll be a lot of footage today that we can’t use, that’s what casting interviews are for.”

Brian and I quickly took off our shoes, socks, pants and underwear and started to put on our jocks.

“Let’s put your socks on first.”  The man directed.  “Actually, Mike, why don’t you dress Brian.”

So I knelt down on one knee in front of Brian and he handed me his socks.

“Brian, shift your weight to your left leg, hip out.  Hold your jock in your left hand.  I need a grin while you look down at Mike.  Flex the muscles on your left leg.  Mike, start putting Brian’s sock on and then look up at his face.  That’s perfect!  You’re doing great.  Arch your back a little, a little more…there.”

This modeling stuff was really easy.  I didn’t even mind Brian’s junk right in my face.  That wouldn’t have been professional.  I could feel the cold air breezing over my sin hole, and I hoped it being exposed like that wouldn’t ruin the shot.  I’m sure the camera could see right up inside my guts.

“Now shift over to your right leg, Brian, and place your left foot on Mike’s leg, like you’re a Roman conqueror.”  That made Brian’s grin widen.

“Brian, can you put your hand under Mike’s chin, like you’re lifting his face up to look at you?  Yes, good, hold that pose.”

“I’m going to get a close up.  Mike, open your lips just slightly while you look at Brian.  He’s your hero, okay?  He’s proven he’s stronger, and you are completely enthralled.”

This guy was good, he knew how to make what would probably be just a stupid picture into true art.

So, even though Brian’s penis was an inch from my mouth, I did my best.  I made sure to lick my lips a bit so they weren’t dry while I put on my best face of adoration to my hero.  That wasn’t hard to do, Brian was absolutely amazing.

“Perfect, wow, you two … I’ve never worked with better models.”  The man said.  “You’ve take a classic pose from a Master like Michaelangelo and made it even better!”

“Okay finish getting dressed, then we’ll do some bodybuilding poses.”

Brian and I quickly threw on our jocks, and made sure our football socks were pulled up over our calves.

After ten minutes of various poses in our jockstraps, some of them with Brian and I play wrestling, the man told us to sit back down on the couch.  He should probably get a new couch, there were all sorts of stains on it.

“Oh, Brian, I dropped a pen behind the couch there this morning, could you get it for me?”  The man asked.

“Yeah, sure.”  Brian answered immediately, then he turned around and knelt on the couch to climb up and reach over the back.  I stopped myself from laughing.  His legs were spread out and there was his smooth, hairless sin hole pointing right at everyone.

“Just mooning the whole world.”  I snickered.

The man laughed.  “Well, go ahead and moon the whole world too, might as well.”  He said.

I laughed and mirrored Brian’s position, making sure my cheeks were spread wide open like his.

“Why don’t you give Brian a smack on the ass?”  The man said.  So I did.

I looked over at him and grinned.  He laughed and smacked me back.

“Good, sit back down.  Did you find the pen, Brian?”  He asked.

“It must have rolled under.  I couldn’t see it.”  Brian said.

“I’ll have to get another one.  Okay, any questions you want to ask?”  The naked man asked.

I raised my hand.

“Go ahead, Mike.”

“You have a lot of tattoos.  Did they hurt?”  I asked.

“Some of them.  Most don’t though, it depends on what part of the body.”  He answered.

I decided to just go ahead.  “The one that goes down your stomach to your penis.  Did that one hurt?”

“The scorpion?  Yeah, that one hurt a little.  It’s very sensitive down there.”  He answered.  I liked his honesty.  I’d never get a tattoo, they were forbidden.  Marking yourself was sinful.

“Why a scorpion?”  Brian chimed in.

The man hesitated.  “This tattoo is something you get when you join a very special brotherhood.  It’s not for everyone.  It symbolizes how the scorpion injects its prey with venom.”

That sounded very cultish and sinful.  So I just said it.  “That sounds cultish and sinful.”

The man smiled.  “Oh yeah, it’s VERY cultish and sinful.”

Brian looked at me and I knew just what he was thinking.  “Are you part of that brotherhood?”  He asked the man.

The man came out from behind the video camera.  “Answers require payment.  For this answer, you have to touch the scorpion.  Both of you.”  He walked over beside us and stood there looking down.

Brian reached out first and ran his hand down the man’s stomach, then onto his penis, which was a good 8 inches long.  He as always more daring than I was.

After Brian was done, I reached out.  I was surprised that the tattoo wasn’t rough, it felt just like regular skin.  I don’t know why I had always thought tattoos would be like tree bark.  I slowly felt my way down until my hand covered his now hard penis.  But my hands were big enough, of course, at my size, and I could wrap my fist entirely around its girth.  I looked up at him to see him smiling.  He had nice muscles even if they were all covered with tattoos.

“It feels normal.”  I said, continuing to run my hand over the entire tattoo from his shaft up to his navel.

“I could tell you the secret, but you have to pay first.”  He said.

I looked over at Brian, who nodded with a serious look.

I looked back up.  “Okay.”  I said.

He looked indecisive.  “Have either of you had sex before?”

I shook my head.  Brian spoke up.  “No, we are saving ourselves for marriage, for our wives.”

“Well, the payment for the secret might be difficult for you.  Each of you must take my penis in your mouth all the way down.  The scorpion’s tail has to be fully covered by your lips.  Can you do that?  You don’t have to, and I won’t force you.”

“Mike, we have to.  This is the sin we were sent here to take.”  Brian said from behind me.  “It’s not wrong if the Lord sent us here.”

Again, I couldn’t argue with Brian’s logic.  And if we did it together we’d be helping each other, as well as this sinner.

I nodded up to the man.  “Okay, you first.  You have to let it into your throat.”  he grasped my chin in his hand and signaled for me to open up my mouth.  I did and felt his warm, thick member push inside.  He got about halfway and I gagged, but he held me there.

“Easy.  Easy.  Relax.  Relax your jaw.”

I had a couple tears rolling down my face from gagging, but I knew I could do this.  I took a deep breath through my nose and pushed forward.  I was thankful that the man shaved his private parts so I didn’t have to bury my face in his pubes.

“Almost there.”  He said pulling my head forward.

I felt my the tightness in my throat give and the last few inches sunk in all the way as he pressed his abdomen firmly against my nose.  I chukked suddenly and pulled off, my thick saliva dripping over my chin.

“You did really good.  I think you’re right, you were sent here for this purpose.  How else could you do something that difficult?”  The main praised.  I tried not to feel proud, but it did feel like everything about today was meant to happen, and it was not difficult at all, even the casting photo shoot was easy.

“Now your turn, big Brian.  Remember, both of you have to complete this task, or I can’t tell you the secret.”

“I wasn’t going to chicken out.”  Brian said.  “If Mike can do it, I can.”

And Brian put his money where his mouth was..or I guess it was the other way around.  Hah.  It sure was something watching that pretty big penis stretch out Brian’s lips as it slid in.  Brian hadn’t even wiped my spit off of it, so I guess that helped.  Brian didn’t gag at all, and the man’s penis sunk all the way to his testicles, looking like a snake crawling inside a hole.

And because Brian was a show off, he winked at me and pulled off then went back down a couple more times, all the way from tip to root.  He finished with a noisy slurp and a grin.  “Told ya, I’m better than you at almost everything.”

Yeah, Brian was always right.  But I wasn’t jealous, it was true.  It was one of the reasons I looked up to him.  He got offered a scholarship at A&M a week before I was offered mine.  He had more tackles, more sacks, more interceptions, more yards.  He was a beast on the field, and off.  If I made an A he made an A+.

The man looked at Brian with a curious smile.  “Well, a promise is a promise.  Like the scorpion, I have a venom I inject.  Have you heard the story of the Frog and the Scorpion trying to cross the river?”

I shook my head.

“Well, one day a scorpion was walking around, looking for prey.  He was very hungry, and he came to a river.  Well, scorpions don’t swim, and he knew he would drown, but there wasn’t anything for him to eat on this side.  He had to get across.  He noticed a frog sitting in the mud nearby and said ‘Mr Frog, will you take me across the river?’ And the frog said ‘No, you’ll sting me and I’ll become your prey.’  The scorpion shook his head emphatically and said ‘no, I wouldn’t do that.  I promise.  I just need to get across, then you can go on your way.’  The frog thought about it, and said ‘okay, but please don’t sting me.’  And he let the scorpion climb up on his back and they set out across the river.  They had gone halfway when the frog felt a burning stick into his back.  ‘Why did you sting me?’ The frog cried.  ‘Now I will die and you will drown.’   The scorpion just shrugged and said ‘I know, but it’s my nature.’  And the river carried them both away.”

I looked across the man’s still hard and wet penis at Brian, who was looking strangely at the scorpion tattoo.

Of course he figured it out before I did.  “Your dick is the scorpion’s stinger?”  He asked.

The man reached out and stroked Brian’s long hair.  “Yes, that’s the secret.  My cum is a poison that I give to others, especially little frogs like you two.  It’s my nature.”

Brian looked at me and I saw it in his eyes before he said it.  “We are pure, and if that’s what you want, we can take this sin from you.”

It felt right, just like the night of our manhood ceremony.  “We are supposed to take the sin of the world, from sinners like you so that you can get rid of it and be pure too.” I agreed.

The man shook his head.  “Is that what you think will happen?  I’m not on meds, and have a pretty high viral load.  You want my dirty poz cum inside you?”

Brian nodded.  He always set such a good example for all the rest of us, never shying away from the more difficult tasks, the first to step up.

“Say yes, you want my dirty poz cum in your tight jock boy ass.”  The man said aggressively.

“Yes sir, I want your dirty poz cum in my tight jock boy ass.”  Brian repeated with a glazed look in his eyes.

Oh man, my best friend was going to do the Lord’s work with everything he had.  If this didn’t bring the Holy Spirit to him, I don’t know what would.

I saw a bead of clear liquid drop from the slit in the head of the man’s penis when it jumped at Brian’s words.

“Mike, why don’t you grab the video camera?”  he said.  “Brian, lay back on the couch and pull your legs up.”

I went to get the camera off it’s tripod and came over to them.  By the time I came back over, Brian was leaned back and had his hands hooked behind his knees with his legs spread.  His jockstrap pouch seemed to be straining to hold back his big testicles and large penis.  Brian had a penis like his dad, super thick and kinda long.

“Okay Mike, focus on Brian’s face first, then slowly bring the camera down to his ass.”

This was definitely a sin.  Wow, we were right in the middle of it, right where we needed to be to do our God given task.  “This was a good call, buddy.”  I encouraged Brian.  “I’m so glad I let you talk me into this.”

I saw Brian nod in the viewfinder.  “Like I said Mike, you and me, we make a great team.”

I pulled in tight on Brian’s dirty hole, where sin went, and where it left.  He was hairless and smooth, and his hole was super tight.

“Looking good, Bri.”  I said.

“Good thing I showered after practice.”  He joked.  “I didn’t know my ass was going to be the star of the show.”

I laughed.  Then the man moved up between Brian’s cheeks and rubbed his penis up and down Brian’s meaty, muscly crack, leaving behind a slimy trail of the fluid coming from the tip.  The man stroked his penis once with tight fingers, forcing more of the liquid out of the tip which he rubbed directly onto Brian’s sin hole.

“Man, he’s covering your sin hole with his poison, Bri.  Do you feel anything yet?”  I asked.

“Nothing yet.  It might take a bit.”  Brian answered calmly.

“That’s right, I’m going to fuck your tight little jock hole full of my poison seed, Brian.  That’s what you want me to do, right?”

“Yes sir.  I need it.  Give me as much as you can.”  Brian’s manly, deep voice sounded so sure and definite.

It didn’t sound so sure and definite when the man’s thick penis forced its way into my best friend.  He grunted in a not so manly way.

“Does it hurt, Bri?”  I asked.

“Fuck!  Fuck yes it hurts!”  He growled out through clenched teeth.  “It feels like he’s ripping me apart.”

“I might be.”  The man said in a calm voice.  “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!  Keep going.”  Brian managed, trying to catch his breath.  “Oooooooohhh, UNGH!”

I couldn’t believe Brian was taking the man’s entire penis, but there it was on camera, sliding up my best friend’s stretched hole until you couldn’t see any part of the scorpion’s tail.

The man began thrusting slowly, pulling all the way out and shoving it back in again, making Brian whine and moan in pain.

“Nice.  That feels so nice.  Do you like how it feels, Brian?”  The man asked.

“Ungh, no, it’s awful.”  Brian writhed, his head arching back with every deep ramming thrust.

“Yeah?  But it’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes, yes it’s what I want.”

“So you like it when it hurts?”

“No.  I wish it didn’t, but I can take it.”

“Good boy.  It shouldn’t hurt so much pretty soon.  It usually only hurts at first.  Let me slow down.”  And the tattooed man went slower, and not as deep every time.

Soon, Brian wasn’t grunting with pain, and instead was just moaning a little bit as the man pushed up inside him.

“Oh, man, it’s so deep.”  he said.  “It feels so huge.”

“Your hole is so tight, Brian.  Such a nice, tight, smooth straight boy jock hole.  Do you like girls, Brian?”  He asked.  It seemed like a weird question.

“Yeah.  Mmmm.  I like girls.”

“Do you jack off to girls?  Fantasize about them?”

Brian’s body had relaxed, and I had pulled the focus out so I could get the man, Brian’s ass, and his body in the shot.  Brian’s big meaty pecs were bouncing with each of the man’s deep thrusts.

“I don’t touch myself, but I think about girls all the time.  I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”  Brian answered in a breathy, moaning voice.  He sounded so different from the Brian I knew.

“You’ve never jacked off?”

“No, that would be sinful.”  Brian said.  “Only when I’m married, and my wife will take care of that need.”

“Such a good boy.”  The man said.  “Well, I’m going to give the good boy his reward.  Do you want me to cum inside you, Brian?  I need to share my dirty seed with you.”

Brian nodded, that fervent glazed look in his eyes.  “Yes, yes pump your dirty seed inside me, sir.  Don’t stop until you’ve shot all of it.”

And I watched the man’s thrusts get faster as he prepared to let his poison semen flow up inside my friend.

“Ungh, Mike, focus down on Brian’s ass, quick.  I’m gonna cum.”  And I did as he asked, making sure to get everything nice and centered just before the man pulled his penis out and a thick glob of white semen spat out onto Brian’s hole, then the man pushed his penis back inside all the way and stroked it in and out.  I just knew Brian was pulling out all the dirty sin this man had in thick ropes of heavy poison seed, taking it into himself to purify it.  Finally, after almost a minute the man stopped moving.

“Okay Mike, stay right there, I’m going to pull out, and we’ll see how much I put in there.”  I managed to nod while keeping the camera still.

He slowly withdrew his still swollen penis until just the head remained, then it slipped out.  Just behind it, Brian’s hole released a small river of the man’s seed, but then Brian clenched down and stopped the flow.

The man took the camera from me.  “Mike, go sit by Brian.  Brian, keep your legs up like that.”

So I sat in close to my best friend.  He gave me a grin.  “I did it, bro.”  His handsome face said with a smile.  I smiled back.

“Mike, some of my cum fell out, could you reach down there and try to get as much of it back inside Brian as you can?  He wanted all of it.”

That was true.  And Brian smiled.  So I bent over his spread legs and looked down.  By now I was a pro at knowing not to block the camera.  So I reached down to the small pool of seed on the couch cushion and tried to scoop it up, getting most of it on my fingers.  I brought it to Brian’s hole and tried to gently push it inside.

“It’s okay Bro, it doesn’t hurt anymore.  You can go in more.”  Brian said.

So I forced my two fingers into him and twisted them around.  Then I pulled them back out and rubbed up the underside of his crack until I had another scoop and I pushed that in.  Brian’s hole seemed to stay open a little as I did it, and I could see down inside him.  He was pink inside, and deep, but I definitely saw a nice pool of dirty seed down there.

“There’s a lot in there Brian.”  I told him.

He took his hands off his knees, but didn’t lower his legs.  He reached up and raked his long hair back, flexing his muscles as he did it.

“Reach down in there bro, see if you can get it to go deeper.”  he said.

I looked up at the man, who nodded.

I pushed my two biggest fingers into my best friend and tried to work the seed in deeper, making my bro moan while he flexed his muscles.

“Aw man, that actually feels good.  It was all achey and sore, but that’s nice, bro.”

“I got you, man.” I told him with a smile as I worked.

After about 30 seconds, the man said “Okay, wow, you both did an incredible job today.  Thanks for coming by.”

I noticed the tattooed man had thrown on some baggy shorts and a tank top while I was taking care of Brian’s aches.  I guess we were done.  I looked at my watch, and it was only 5:15.

Brian and I both got dressed again in our school clothes this time, not our church clothes.  We wouldn’t be going to any more houses today.

Brian turned to the man and held out his hand.  “Thank you sir, for letting us share with you today.  You’ve done a good thing for your soul.”

Brian was always the one who knew the right thing to say.  I was just gonna say ‘bye’.

“Well, if you want to stop by tomorrow, I might have some friends who need you to help them.  Would you want to do that?”  The man asked.

Brian looked at me with raised eyebrows.  “Sir, that would be awesome!”  he said.  “We can be here at the same time.  We’d love to minister to your friends.”

As we were walking out the door and down the sidewalk Brian smacked me on the back.  “Dude, that was amazing.  I felt like I was doing the Lord’s work.  This might be my calling.”

I smiled.  “You think so?” I asked.  We just started.  I had to admit though, I loved the modeling stuff.  “Hey, what do you think he meant by ‘paws’.  His ‘dirty paws seed’?”  I asked.

“No, Mike.  Wow, that’s what you thought he was saying.”  Brian broke out in a full laugh.  “That’s hilarious.  No man, his pa’s dirty seed.  He’s like us.  He probably had a ceremony just like we did, where we took my dad’s seed.  His dirty Pa’s cum.  Hey, you think his dad knows our dads?”  Brian mused.

Yeah, Brian was right, always right.  I felt even better then.  We hadn’t even done anything wrong because the man had probably been in our church at one time.  Of course, the tattoos meant he had left, but we could still bring him back Into the fold.

[drew4fun]

Wow, that is missionary work!

[laguyinhou]

Fucking awesome story! 

[Toxxic]

I’ve never been into religion, I see now I might be wrong….

[AnonPerv]

Missionary work at its best. 

[LeoAugury]

On 3/28/2023 at 8:59 PM, AnonPerv said:

Missionary work at its best. 

Indeed

[gingerdaddyG]

Need to become a missionary!