Archive: "Born to Serve, Chapter 1" {Rob} (MB oral)
A number of my readers have asked if I have any other stories on Nifty besides "The Fireman's Son". Unfortunately, I have had to tell them no. However, in one of the chapters I am working on I introduced a new character, Kevin Jones. In the course of writing about Kevin and Steve I ended up writing an episode about Kevin's desires that I decided was too bizarre (even though there have been some brief bizarre – some of which I have regretted – passages in the chronicles of Steve Andrews) to be included in the Steve's story. So I decided to see if I could develop that narrative into a separate story. This is not the episode that I deemed too bizarre for Fireman's Son, but an introductive narrative that I just wrote. Some of this story will be similar, in altered form to that in Fireman's Son. Confusing enough? I would like very much to hear any comments, good or bad, about this story. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.
The story is copyrighted by me in 2019 as the owner of it and all legal rights pertaining to it.
(1) If you are not of legal age where you live, do not read this story!
(2) Since this is an entirely fictional story, a fantasy if you will, where all the sex is bareback and the main character is in some potentially risky situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational sex with multiple partners. In real life, BE CAREFUL and BE PROTECTED and DON'T DO ANYTHING YOU DON'T WANT TO DO.
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Born to Serve Chapter One
Kevin Jones had grown up in a small town in the Bible Belt. He was like all the other boys he knew. They had gone to church together, been Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts, played Little League football and baseball at the YMCA. Kevin was good at baseball, but as he grew, he and his parents realized he wasn't going to be big enough the play football. In Junior High, he started running track. By the time he got to high school, he was good enough the make both the track and baseball teams. He had run track and played baseball and been one of the leaders of both teams and pride of his coaches the entire four years of high school.
When he went up the State University he was an almost innocent, green freshman. He, advised by his high school coaches, decided to try out for the track team since that seemed to be his best sport.
Although he had always known that he liked seeing his schoolmates naked in the locker room, watching as they all grew from little, hairless boys to young men with hairy cocks and balls swinging between their strong legs, nothing ever came of this interest, except once. Even after that experience, he didn't even know what it really meant.
Once, between his junior and senior years, at a big church camp with a group of teens from his church, he had accidentally walked into the bathroom of the old dormitory building where they were staying and seen the youth pastor, his name was Mike and all the kids called him Pastor Mike, basically splayed out in the big old-fashioned claw-footed bathtub. The pastor was a thirty-five year old, good looking married man. His wife was on the trip with them. They both worked with the youths and were very well-liked in the church. Kevin was stunned at the sight of his naked youth pastor lying there in the tub. The water was slightly soapy, but could clearly be seen through. The man's body, from his chest all the way down to his feet was covered with short curls of dark hair and floating out of a dark patch at his crotch was his soft dick. It was probably about six inches long, but to Kevin, it looked enormous. Kevin quickly started to back out of the room saying something like, "I'm sorry. I didn't know..."
"Wait, Kevin. That's okay, we're just two guys. I'm sure you've seen plenty of naked guys in the locker room and showers and I've been in the same situation in high school and college. Come in and close the door. I want to ask a favor of you," Pastor Mike said as he pulled up to sit in to tub.
Kevin did as he was asked; at the same time watching fascinated the water roll off the hairy torso and flatten the dark curls against the body of the man he looked up to as his pastor. When Pastor Mike was sitting up in the tub, the water came up just to his waist putting the dark patch of pubic hair right below the level of the top and the man's flaccid dick floating on the water. Kevin couldn't take his eyes away from the somehow exciting sight. He was so focused on it; he wasn't really hearing what was being said to him.
"Hey, Mike, what's going on? You've tuned out..."
"Sorry, Pastor Mike, I don't know, my brain just seemed to go somewhere else. What were you saying?" the boy asked as he forced himself to look away from the sight of the dick that seemed like it was getting bigger and look at his pastor's face. At the same time he was aware that his own dick was chubbing up a little in his shorts.
"I was saying that Mary and I were wanting to go down to the village this evening, maybe spend the night at the inn for a little alone time.... I know you're not the oldest in the group, but we think you're the most mature. We thought we'd ask you to sort of watch over things... I know I can count on you...not to let on that we're AWOL so to speak...." While he was talking, he was aware of Kevin's focus moving back and forth from his face to his crotch.
Mike Stewart was serious about his vocation as a pastor. He and his wife, Mary, had a good, active sex life, but Mike had enjoyed having his cock sucked during his days in college and Mary didn't like to do it. In fact she wouldn't.
As he noticed Kevin's interest in his cock, he realized he was getting a hardon. He glanced to the side and noticed that there was a prominent bulge in the boy's shorts. He'd never heard anything about Kevin being different from the other boys, but he was clearly interested in Mike's growing cock. Taking a chance, the man casually reached down to his crotch and ran his hand under his dick, raising it up slightly out of the water. Hearing a soft gasp from the boy, he took a deep breath and decided to take a chance.
"Would you like to feel it, Kevin?" he asked softly as he held the now hard cock out of the soapy water. There was no immediate response from the boy. He just stared silently. Mike could hear his breathing was irregular and saw him open his mouth slightly and lick his lips with his tongue. "It's okay, Kevin. It's just us guys. It's normal to want to see other's guys' dicks, to compare them with your own. I'm sure you've seen your classmates, your teammates in the showers. Have you ever seen a man's cock, ever seen your dad's cock?"
"No," came the barely spoken reply.
By now Mike's cock was fully hard, expanding from six to eight inches and standing up from the pastor's clenched hand. Mike was proud of his big cock. He'd been a jock in high school and college, having his choice of girls who were willing to spread their legs for his big cock, and those who wouldn't let him fuck them were willing to satisfy the good-looking stud with their mouths. There also had been quite a few gay-boys he'd run across in college and even in seminary who had been hungry to suck on his thick rod and get him off down their throats.
"Have you ever seen a hard cock, Kevin?"
"Sometimes. Some of the guys throw boners in the showers, but everybody just ignores them."
"Do you ignore then, Kevin? Have you ever seen one this big?"
"No."
"No, you don't ignore them or no, you've never seen one this big?"
"NO, I like to look at them, and no, I've never seen one as big as yours."
"Come on then, Kevin. I know you want to feel it. It's all soapy and slick. It feels good. Guys help each other out all the time. I'd really like it if you'd help me out, Kevin," Mike said as he ran his hand up and down the thick pole. The boy leaned over the edge of the tub and reached down to place his hand around the hard cock. Mike dropped his head back and closed his eyes. "Oh yeah! That feels real good, Kevin. Your hand feels really good wrapped around my dick. Stroke it! Run your hand up and down."
The boy did as he was told. He knew about jacking off. He had been doing himself since junior high school. He knew how good it felt to have his hand going up and down his hard dick, especially when it was soapy like Pastor Mike's. He jacked off a lot in the shower.
"Oh, Kevin! You're making me feel so good!" the man moaned really getting into having the boy jack his cock. Totally relaxed he was given up completely to the pleasure of having the young jock's hand pleasuring him. It gave him sort of a rush! This is crazy! It wasn't smart! I shouldn't be doing this! It's dangerous!' As he mulled over these facts, he thought, He's gone this far. I've got to get him in deeper. I've got to get him so he won't ever say anything to anybody about this.' "Kevin, that's so good. You know what would feel even better?"
"No. What," the boy replied; looking up from the cock he was masturbating to the man who had raised his head so they were staring eye to eye. Staring hard at the boy, Mike said in an authoritative voice, the voice he used with the kids when he was making a point or telling them what to do, "It would feel really good if you would put your mouth around the head and suck on it while you lick it with your tongue. I've had guys do that to me and it really feels great. You'll do that for me won't you, buddy?"
"I don't know. I've never heard of doing that. Won't that be wrong? Isn't this all a sin?"
"A sin? You know the Bible says God doesn't want man to be alone. That means he wants men to help one another to take care of their needs. A man needs what you're doing for me. It's not a sin just to help a friend out. We're friends, aren't we?"
"I hope so. I like you a lot, Pastor Mike."
"Well, you can do this for me. Help me out. Just suck the top of my dick while you rub it like you've been doing so good." As he said this, Mike moved his arm over the edge of the tub and let his hand fall onto the bulge in Kevin's shorts. "Feels like you've got a nice hardon in those shorts. Why don't you drop them and rub your dick while you're sucking mine. Make us both feel good!"
Horny teenager that he was, Kevin's desire to jack himself off overcame any inhibitions he had about doing what Mike was asking him to do. He leaned over the edge of the tub and put his mouth over the top of the hard cock and closed his lips around the shaft just below the flange of the corunna. As he started sucking on the big knob, he also began to lick up and around it. It was smooth and warm on his soft tongue. As he licked and sucked he could discern a slight taste of soap, but the overpowering taste was something else, something salty, nutty, he didn't know what. He could feel something slick against his tongue each time he moved it across the top. He knew his own dick well enough to know it was coming out of the slit at the end. He knew it was the pisshole, but it was also the hole his cum shot out of when he jacked himself off. He had tasted his cum, and this wasn't the taste of cum, at least not his. Maybe different guys' cum tasted different. Then he remembered the slick stuff that came out when he first started jacking that eventually slicked his whole cock up when he was dry-jacking in bed. Yeah! He had heard it called pre-cum. That's what he was tasting coming out of Pastor Mike's cock-hole. In fact, he could feel his own cock getting slippery as he jacked on it down at the side of the tub.
"Oh yeah, Kevin. You're really doing a good job. It feels so good! Keep sucking. Take a little more in your mouth. Suck a little more of my cock." Kevin felt Mike's hand rest on the back of his head, then felt a slight pressure. He allowed it to push him down taking more of the hard cock in. The skin over the hard shaft felt good on his lips as they slid down. The pressure of the hand eased up and he pulled his head back so he had only the glans in his mouth once again. Then there was the pressure again. Soon he was going up and down in a rhythm, going down a little more each time until he felt the round bulb at the back of his throat. He gagged slightly and the pressure was lifted. "That's far enough! That's all you can take the first time! You'll learn to take more, but not with me, I don't think. Just keep going up and down, not too far. It won't take much more! How're you coming? Your dick feeling good?"
Kevin, who felt like he was about to come, raised up and looked at Mike. "How about you? You gonna come? Are you gonna come in my mouth?"
"Do you want me to?"
"I don't know. Do you want to?"
"Yeah! It feels great to come in a hot sucking mouth. But I won't if you don't want me to. You don't have to swallow."
Looking at the man he had admired so long as his pastor, the man who had led him down this path he had never imagined, Kevin said, "Yeah. Okay, you can do it," as he took the big cock back into his mouth and started sucking.
"Good boy! I'll tell you when I'm about to shoot so you can be ready for it and try to shoot your load at the same time if you can. It'll make it even better for you." A few more minutes and Mike said in a low voice, "I'm coming! Get ready for my load! It's gonna be a big one!"
Kevin, pumping away on his own cock as he continued to suck and fuck his mouth on Mike's could feel his orgasm begin. He knew he was about to come! Oh yes! He could feel his cum shooting up through his dick and the first spurt shot out and hit the side of the tub just as he felt the first of Mike's cum flood his mouth. He thought about what Mike had said, that he didn't have to swallow. But his mouth filled so fast that he had to either swallow or let all the cum run out into the water. It tasted so good in his mouth! His mouth was full of Pastor Mike's cum! The thought of having his pastor's load in his mouth excited him more than what he felt down at his own cock that was covering the side of the tub with his teen spunk. He swallowed the first mouthful and was immediately filled up again. He swallowed again, and again. Finally the hard cock in his mouth stopped shooting and he could feel it begin to soften. He sucked harder and harder taking all the soft cock into his mouth until he felt the soft crown push at the back and then slide into his throat.
As they came down from their highs, Pastor Mike said, "You better get out of here. Remember, this is just between us guys. You've really made me feel good and gotten me all warmed up for my night with Mary. Thanks, buddy."
All was quiet during the evening and night. Kevin watched over the others and even the older boys accepted the fact that Pastor Mike had left him in charge. When the pastor and his wife came back the next morning all was well. The planned activities continued and it was as if nothing had occurred between the leader of the group and one of its members. They returned from the two weeks at the camp and everything got back to normal. School started, Kevin's senior year. Practice for track and baseball began. He continued his activities at his church. He and Pastor Mike worked together on some projects. No allusion was made be either of them to what had occurred in the bathroom in that old dormitory building at the church camp.
Kevin had always been popular with his male schoolmates and, thanks to his good looks and athletic prowess; the girls had always sought his attention as they were growing up together. Kevin, along with all his buddies, had dated and gone in for light petting, but because of the moral climate in his hometown there wasn't any real sex expected of him and he, like most of his friends, went away to college still a virgin with respect to girls. Unlike his friends, Kevin did have that one unforgettable experience as a cocksucker.