Gay Erotic Stories

My new friend and minister had been in town about four months and was settled in. We sat in this restaurant; not wanting to traverse in this weather, so we just sat and talked as we drank hot coffee.

During the past several months, we had become extremely close and trusting. Pastor Mike trusted me and he was so friendly and personal. I found him so easy to talk to. In fact, I was surprised at myself that I had come to trust him as much as I did.

There were times that I was almost positive that he was checking me out. Still, I thought, 'wishful thinking Bill.' He is a preacher and this is not cool. Make friends with strangers, not those with whom you interact, almost daily! I agreed with my subconscious.

As we talked, Pastor Mike was concerned that the time was getting quite late and worried about having me home; not wanting to worry my mother. I told him, “My mom has confidence in me, if I am not in at a certain hour, I told her in advance, I might stay with folks at church.” She said, “That's fine, so long as you are not out in the streets and in good company.”

Pastor Mike smiled and reassured me by saying, “Well, she is right. You are in good company.” I felt something stirring in my dress trousers as he went on, “Your mother is a wise woman. A guy with beautiful green eyes and ...no body fat might get out in the wrong company and get hurt.”

I felt myself blush. I tried to cover it and retorted, "Why, pastor, are you worried about me or what?"

He responded, “Bill, I just want to be sure that you are safe and well.”

I told Pastor Mike, “I do feel safe and well with you. What better place than with a minister?” We both smiled.

It was still raining, but seemed to have slowed down a bit and Pastor Mike said, "I'd better get you home. Or if you like, I have moved into an apartment provided the associate pastor, if you would rather stay with me and not disturb your mother?"

Oh, my gosh! Am I hearing things and my fantasy working overtime or what? No! This sweet man is actually inviting me to keep company with him, but I'd better not expect too much and just see what happens. So I agreed. "Sure. I would like very much to stay over at your place."

As we drove to his place, the bottom, as it were, seemed to fall out and the rain was torrential. We got soaked just getting out of the car and into his place.

We didn't want to ruin his rug, so we took off our shoes and we both agreed it was best to also shed the clothes at the door. He stripped down to his jockeys and ...wow!...he was built very well. He wasn't huge, but he was 7 or 8 inches soft. He had a huge basket of balls and appeared not to know how 'gifted' he really was. He was very muscular and left the room, explaining, "I'll be right back."

In a few moments, he returned with a towel and a nice terry cloth bathrobe. I was taken aback as he helped me dry my hair as I had a full head of thick, black hair.

I slipped out of my boxers and tenderly, deliberately...dried myself off very slowly; allowing him the opportunity to full enjoy the view.

I was barely 18, and without boasting, I was built well. I wasn't real muscular, but I was very toned and I was active in field and track. My legs were muscular with a little body hair.

The rain had chilled me. My cock had retreated, but was now making his appearance and he was not shy. It seems 'junior' had a mind of his own. I was told that I was hung at about 8 inches flaccid, and around 9.5 inches when rock hard. In comparison with my high school chums, I was proud to be in the locker rooms and gym during school. I was now happy that it had rained and brought me and this beautiful man together...

To be continued…