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Fresh out of Seminary (Grad School for Pastors) Pastor Joe accepted the challenge of leading programs for young adults in an urban setting called “The Light House.” He soon discovered urban life wasn’t going to be what he had envisioned. He discovered had to be tough and innovative in his approach to dealing with urban life… yet, his seminary teaching echoed in his head to be meek. So with this in mind, he engaged the urbanites – and he soon grew accustomed to the crude and rude language and gestures on the streets. A year had gone by and Pastor Joe had become very popular amongst the urbanites – he is even gaining popularity with the parents of the college age hip-hop, pant-sagging crews, as well as with the long term professionals, some of which were once troubled urban youth themselves.

The Light House prides itself in a long history of working with troubled urban youth – some of which have legal problems and this program prevents them from going to jail. The pastors involved in this program have a special way of ‘rehabilitating’ them upon their parent’s request. The senior pastor gave Joe a new charge, Mike, to help the son of one the strongest leaders and faithful members they had. Since Mike went to college and turned 21, he seemed to have lost his way. His father gave the new pastor full support and discretion as to how to help his son. It was then that Pastor Joe was informed that he would be sent away with Mike to a fully equipped log cabin in an isolated area in the woods. Martin (Mike’s dad) signed a release form authorizing us to use any and all measures to accomplish our goals. The senior pastor added, “He will join you at some point of your time away to help them get along and grow closer.”

Pastor Joe wasn’t sure what to expect or what to do; however, he knew Mike was one obnoxious son of a bitch… so he decided that he was not going to let things get as bad as some were making it out to be, after all, he was only a kid – how hard could it get? Pastor Joe thought to himself: “Surely I can get him to reason, especially if it’s just the two of us.” Pastor Joe was taken to the cabin early the next morning. Once unpacked, and had scoped out the rooms and changed his clothing for it was very hot. Pastor Joe was wearing a pair of onion skin jogging shorts from (very retro) and a tank top, both very formfitting but not too revealing.

Two hours later another vehicle approaches, it was Mike and his Dad, Martin. Mike dashed out of the car and flipped his middle finger out to his Dad and said go fuck yourself. Mike’s Dad had tears forming in eyes and it was obvious that he was trying to fight them back. I helped Martin collect Mike’s bags and made some light talk to ease his pain. Martin told me (with a sense of urgency in his voice) “Please use any and all measures to help us – and I mean ANYTHING” and off he went. And with this he walked back to his car and drove off saying “I love you son, see you soon.”

Mike had found his room, it connected to mine; he flopped on the bed one arm behind his head, the other on his stomach, his legs spread wide one on the bed and the other dropped to the floor. Mike was wearing a light blue T-shirt, baggy gym shorts, white Nike sneakers. His deep blue eyes and jet black hair were the perfect contrast to the white sheets on the bed.

I came into his room and he said: “What the fuck you want?” Just wanted to say hi and tell you that dinner will be ready in 30 min. – would you like me to show you around? “Get the fuck out you fucking sack sweaty of balls.” Joe turned away and went about his business; thinking what would be the best approach to start conversations with this young guy… maybe food… all young guys love to eat. About half hour later Joe calls out: “Dinner’s ready!” Mike came out of the room and took his plate as if he was going to his room. Joe looked at him… Excuse me! “What?” Sit and eat. “Fuck that.” SIT; NOW. “No fucking way man – you can’t force me.” You want to try me? Mike sat and began to eat. Hold on, let’s give thanks. And before Mike was able to respond, Joe began to pray; Mike continued eating anyways.

Joe tried making small talk with Mike -- at times they chatted and it was pleasant but at times, Mike was a total asshole. Joe knew it was going to be a long and hard journey. It was time to set some goals and test the waters a tad further. So Pastor Joe told Mike to unpack, fold his clothing neatly and place them in the drawers. Mike protested. Joe warned him that this is part of the program, should he not follow the program, he would go to jail. Mike complied. Once he was done Joe inspected and it was all to his satisfaction. Go take a shower and get ready for bed. “What the fuck; I’m no lil kid, I’ll go when I feel like it.” Either you go now on your own or I’ll take you myself. “The fuck you will.” And Mike sat down intending to ignore what was asked of him. Pastor Joe took hold of Mike and placed him in a lock leading him to the shower… Mike was cursing and shouting all the way there. Pastor Joe got him under the water with all his cloths on and warned him, if you do not stop shouting and cursing, this warm water is going to be turned to cold. You better undress and wash yourself. Mike was still cursing but not shouting, slowly undressing, so Pastor Joe started to turn the hot water off. “Why the fuck you’re doing that.” You’re using fowl language… and I had warned you. “Man, you are so extreme; you need to chill…” You haven’t seen anything yet. “Aren’t you some kind of Pastor or shit like that, and don’t you suppose to treat people nice?” I do unto other as done to me. Mike was fully naked, his body was tight and smooth, nicely toned, washboard stomach, nice round nipples, his cock was about 4.5’’ cut flaccid with a nice small dark trimmed bush and low hanging big smooth balls, lean long legs, his butt was round perfectly formed and marked with sexy dimples at the bottom of the back near the top of the butt. This guy was very sexy and hot. “What the fuck are you looking at?” Fuck, I thought to myself, he caught me and now he’ll have the upper hand. Thinking quickly on my feet, I barked an order… You better wash-up those knee caps; and up those legs, get every inch of your body. There is no privacy for you young man... just like in prison, supervised shower time. “What about if I want to jerk off.” You ask permission, and when I say so, you go ahead and jerk off. “I’m jerking off.” No. “But you said.” I Know what I said… and I said for you to ask permission and you didn’t. “Can I jerk off?” In the future, you will be polite and say, “May I.” …Yes, you may jerk-off. Mike takes his young plump cock and starts to stretch it out – he leans his back against the wall, he arches his groins outwards into the water, one hand on cock, the other on his balls; his cock starts to respond. He starts to bite his lower lip and closed his eyes but opens them again. “Can I… I mean, may I have some alone time?” Thank you for asking politely, this will earn you a reward; however, privacy is too large of a prize. Mike continued working his dick without saying a word. He eventually grew to a full 8’’ and a magnificent thick mushroom head, man, how did I not notice that dick head before! He altered his hand between his balls, his chest for some nip play, continued to cruise downward towards the base of his cock to squeeze his pelvic region and hump – it was sexy as hell to watch this youngster – with no forewarning his cum flew from his cock and landed ever so near to Pastor Joe, oh how he wished to had been showered in Mike’s jizz but didn’t say a word in this regard. As Mike composed himself, Joe instructed him to clean up his cum and wash-up. Mike was in a happier mood, and quickly obeyed his orders; Mike was even smiling. Mike was tired and decided to go to bed, he just plopped on the bed as he came out of the shower and soon the light sound of snoring came from his room. Joe decided to shower and also go to sleep. As Joe showered he couldn’t help himself but relive the images of Mike and his fantastic naked body, the awesome cumshot after such a magnificent display of sexual intensity. Lost in his own thoughts Pastor Joe had not noticed that Mike was in the bathroom. “Do you want me to leave?” Why would you say that? -- Pastor Joe replied. Mike just simply looked down to Pastor Joe’s crotch. Pastor Joe had not noticed that he was sporting a hardon. He had to think quickly before Mike took the upper hand. Why should I want you to leave… because of this? And he grabbed his hard cock. “Well yea” Aren’t you suppose to be about modesty? Mike, we are grown men, we have the same junk; we are going to spend a lot of time together, so we better get used to it. Did you come here for something? “Yeah, I came to piss.” Cool, go ahead! Hold, on, since the water is running here, just piss in the shower so we won’t fill the septic tank too quickly. And with that, Mike came over and pissed in the shower, some of it splattered on Pastor Joe’s foot, Mike giggled and Pastor Joe said “Ha-ha because it’s not you – you little bugger head – I’ll catch you later.” Mike just shrugged it off and went back to sleep.

Pastor Joe went to sleep and woke in the morning with a morning wood, harder than the one he had in the shower – he realized that he never took care of business last night. Mike was also waking up, so it was too late to do anything about it, there was no sense in hiding it – Mike also was sporting a morning wood. Mike asked permission to jerk off but it was denied. Mike began to curse and slam things on the floor, Pastor Joe demanded him to control himself, but Mike continued to run his filthy mouth and tear up the place. Joe grabbed Mike from behind, they wrestled a bit, Joe’s cock was hard again and began to dig into Mike’s butt cheeks when Joe began to put his weight onto Mike trying to gain control over him so he would calm down. The more Mike wiggled, the more Joe’s cock stabbed Mike’s hot round rosebud and slid up between his magnificent round mounds. Mike was commanding Joe to get off him, but Joe was not giving in. Mike, when you calm down and speak to me, not yell, I will start to loosen my grip; otherwise, I will have to hold you down with my body. Mike tries to wiggle out of Joe’s hold but Joe is stronger and drives his lower body further into Mike. “Fuck man, what are you trying to do stick that cock of yours in my ass?” I’m only trying to get you to calm down and my cock just happens to be at your ass level, the sooner you calm down the sooner I’ll let you go. “Fuck that, no one controls me.” The struggle continued, Pastor Joe brought his hips down and at the same time Mike brought his upwards… Pastor Joe felt the warmth of Mike’s man-cave open-up and receive just the tip of his cock. Mike felt it too… “Shit man, what you doing to me?” You are the one moving, not me. Do as I tell you and everything will be okay. This got Mike all pissed off again. “No fucking way, you are not dominating me.” Mike began to wiggle his ass in a circular motion, all that did was stimulate Joe’s cock and some precum spread all around his hole. Then, while they were in this same motion Mike jolted upwards as to get Joe off of him but it wasn’t effective. The next sound from Mike was a little yelp as Joe’s cock head took a quick penetrating stab for a second or two. With each jolt, Joe found himself pushing harder, Joe starting thinking to himself that he would really like to feel his cock head go in. With this thought, he felt a nice big glob of precum ooze out of his piss-slit. Joe wasn’t sure where it landed but he was hoping that it had fallen directly on Mike’s hole. Pastor Joe’s 7’’long x5’’in girth cut cock was rock hard and was perfectly aligned in Mike’s asshole eager to enter. Mike tried to fight some more so he gave it another jolt, and Joe gave a good push, his cock head went into Mike’s asshole in one sweet swoop. Pastor Joe and Mike both froze with disbelief, but Mike yelped and uttered some nasty words. Pastor Joe was enjoying the tightness, the killer grip around his cock head. Pastor Joe was brought back to reality with Mike’s words…. “You fucking bastard, get your old-limp-dick out of me.” Pastor Joe pretended to get angry at the insult… Old and limp? I’ll teach you a thing or two about old and limp with this cock up your ass. And with that said, Joe began to push harder into Mike, traveling deeper into his man cave, slowly allowing his full 7’’ to fill him up. Mike was whimpering and asking for forgiveness, trying to get Joe to stop, but Joe was determined to teach him a lesson. Mike finally started to relax and realize that Joe was fucking him no matter what and it was too late, his man cherry was eaten. Pastor Joe was deep in Mike and lost in all the pleasure that was coming from the tightness of Mike’s hole when suddenly moans brought Pastor Joe back to reality… Yes, Mikes was moaning and enjoying Pastor Joe’s dick up his ass. This turned Pastor Joe on and he started to pump his ass even more, pulling Mike onto all fours for deeper thrusts and it was then that he noticed that Mike had a hardon too and there was a wet-spot just where Mike’s cock would had been. Mike now puts his head down and elevates his ass shoving it further onto Joe’s cock; a second or two later, he rises and starts to match the thrusts increasing Pastor Joe’s tempo while grabbing his own cock. They were both so much into fucking that they forgot about the rule about Mike having to ask permission to jerk off. Pastor Joe was close to coming, his balls were tight, he could feel the pressure mounting and although he wanted the experience to last longer, he knew it was time for him to blow his load. Joe, finally pulled out his dick and gushes of hot thick cum landed on Mike’s back, while he was still hard, he pushed his cock back in without Mike’s resistance and kept it there with small thrusts feeling Mike’s ass muscles flex around his cock. Mike, was tired, he leaned back, so did Pastor Joe, and they both sat quietly with Mike on Joe’s cock leaning on his chest catching his breath and arms extended downwards. After a while, Joe tells Mike it’s time for a shower and to start cleaning up the mess he made. “That was intense.” Was the only thing Mike mustered to say. They both went to shower. Joe, took advantage of Mike’s meekness and told him, from now on, whenever you miss behave, this is what you’ll get, a cock up your ass. You do it my way, and we’ll be cool. Understood? “Yes sir.”