Reverend Bubba By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com.
Reverend Bubba was a forty-year-old, phenomenally successful television preacher. He was the son of the late Rev. Skeeter. He was a briefly successful radio preacher. Rev. Skeeter died under suspect circumstances when Bubba was ten. Rev. Skeeter was found naked, dead, and mutilated in a motel room covered in demonic graffiti.
The ministry all but collapsed until the eleven-year-year old Bubba had visit from Jesus in a dream that ordered him to join the ministry and lead his father's flock to salvation. Bubba's mother took him to the pulpit and Reverend Bubba gave an emotional sermon describing the vision and calling the congregation to the lord.
Bubba had a distinctive voice and an incredible memory. It was a total success. The church was renamed and became the Church of Dreams. It grew like wildfire, especially when Reverend Bubba got on the radio. His voice was distinctive and memorable.
Bubba's mother was a former cheerleader. She had been class president in her school, but alas, at that time a woman had no future other than getting married. She met Skeeter, a handsome, fast-talking used car salesman. They married. Bubba was born prematurely, seven months later. Skeeter weighed eight pounds at birth.
Skeeter found God shortly after Bubba's birth and started his ministry. He had been an adequate used car salesman. He was a better preacher than a salesman, and tended to attract women approaching menopause. Reverend Skeeter preached old time religion with a strong emphasis on the Old Testament punishments and as little on charity and forgiveness as possible.
Bubba was not married. He said his devotion to God demanded all his love. That was not 100% true, in private he had a warm spot for young men.
I am Rex Wilson, and I was the personal assistant to Simon Gravely. He owened a major brokerage house. His previous assistant had died after twenty years of service. They lived together. Simon liked the company of younger men. He was also a follower of Reverend Bubba.
Simon was in his late eighties, and he knew Bubba and sensed his interest in men. Simon suggested me as a good personal assistant for the preacher. He thought I could be a discreet assistant.
Bubba came to visit Simon. He met me and he liked what he saw. Bubba had a few friends, but none were what Simon called adventurous or full service. I tend to be accommodating and helpful. We spent an afternoon swimming at the pool. I wore almost see through bikini type trunks. Bubba liked that a lot. That seemed to seal the deal, When I went to work for Bubba, Simon gave me severance pay of $100,000.00. I was puzzled by this until Simon died three months later of cancer.
Bubba was tall, and heavy set. I am thin, and a little less than six feet. I am quite hairy and am what is called an Otter. Bubba was smooth. He was a fan of old TV programs like Magnum. To him I was a reduced version of the TV star.
Officially Bubba lived in the Parsonage with his mother. The Parsonage was maybe ten thousand square feet. His mother was wheelchair bound and lived in the east wing. Bubba lived in the west wing. I lived in the guest house-pool changing building thirty feet from Bubba's bedroom in the west wing.
I had a one-bedroom apartment connected to a shower-dressing room that served the pool. My private bath had a tub, but if I wanted a shower a concealed door connected to the showers. A week after I moved in Bubba came into my apartment from the showers. He was nude.
"I hope this apartment meets you needs?" he asked.
"It's fine. It's convenient, comfortable, and close," I said.
"I hope you forgive my informal attire," he said. "I sometimes do things on the spur of the moment."
"That's not a problem. You are the boss, you can wear whatever you want," I said. "When I am alone, I am often naked."
"My nudity doesn't bother you?"
"Not at all." I said as I licked my lips. "The scenery is attractive."
He briefly stood silent, and then asked, "Could I see your tool?"
"You can, but I need to warn you that I am getting hard." I replied.
"That would not be a problem," Bubba said. "That is not a problem at all."
My cock passed his inspection. Soon his cock was hard.
"I'm embarrassed," he said. "I should go."
"Don't worry. Erections are contagious. I've been in shower when if one man gets hard, everyone is soon hard. That seems to be a male trait," I said. "I have a little confession to tell you. I was usually the first one to get hard."
Bubba smiled and asked, "What did the other men think about that?" Bubba asked.
"Well, no one complained," I said, "Several guys came closer. Soon most of the other guys got hard."
"Was that embarrassing?" he asked.
"Briefly, very briefly," I replied. "The guys got into it."
"I don't really know you," Bubba said in a near whisper.
"I think we will get to know each other pretty well soon," I said as I dropped to my knees and licked his knob.
Bubba moaned.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"Oh no!" he replied. All was well.
I later came to realize that Bubba was a timid man who was dominated by his mother and the Church of Dreams. He and his preaching produced the cash cow that made the church wealthy. He was still a child in her eyes. He was not well educated, and the Church of Dreams was designed to serve a specific audience. The Church provided salvation for troubled members. It was done for a price. Bubba had almost no life experiences outside the church. I was unsure he knew it was a scam.
I also discovered than when my lips wrapped around his cock head it was a first for him. He was shocked, but it felt too good to pull away. After two or three minutes, I pulled away.
"Did my cock disgust you?" he asked.
"It was good. I hope you enjoyed it," I said.
"I was afraid I might begin to squirt," Bubba whispered.
"That is my objective," I said. "When I work on a cock, it's nice to know I'm appreciated." I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him until he shot off. We talked for a while afterwards. He was confused, but before he left, he wrapped his mouth around my knob and his tongue licked up a blob of precum that had formed on the tip of my knob. He was smiling when he left. His first taste of man cock was a success.
The next few days were busy working on a new add campaign. On Friday Bubba's mother did not wake up. She died in her sleep. He said she wanted a quiet funeral. While she had a few million in her checking account, the official story was that she was a humble woman of great modesty. Both the simple woman and the millionairess fit in the coffin with room to spare.
A week after the funeral I had just finished swimming after dinner when Bubba came to swim with two men, Theodor De Grass, the choir director and Marty Mellon, the announcer. They both had split personalities. They were moral exemplars on air but gave a good impression of Liberace in private.
I got out of the pool and went to my apartment when they arrived. Maybe a half hour later Bubba brought them into my apartment through the shower after their swim. All three were nude. I hadn't dressed after my shower.
"Welcome to my humble abode. Did you have a good swim?" I asked.
"It was nice," Bubba said. "I told Theo and Marty that you subscribed to a different dress code. We decided to try it out. I hope you aren't offended?"
"We are all boys. We all have the same equipment," I said. "I don't know your friends yet, but I am sure we will be good friends soon enough."
"I told Theo and Marty how you greeted me the other day," Bubba said. "They were interested."
"We are not adventurous men," Theo said. "I've never done anything like that."
"It sounded different, but kind of interesting." Marty added.
I smiled. "I think the right words to describe what we did is exciting and pleasurable," I said. "Is that right Bubba?"
"To tell you the truth I was uneasy at first, but soon I it was more than exciting and more than pleasurable," Bubba said, "It was way more than pleasurable."
"Do you have any regrets?" I asked.
Bubba smiled. "I am embarrassed to say it but my only regret is I wished it lasted longer."
"I like longer too," I laughed and dropped to my knees and licked Bubba's cock. Theo and Marty joined us. While I am not a suspicious man, I had a strong sense that Theo and Marty were not completely virginal. I had some experience with shy virgins. Theo and Marty were enthusiastic participants. We were all naked, but I accidentally touched Marty's ass hole. He moved his legs wider apart. That was a good sign.
Bubba's precum was flowing freely. He said he needed a break. I sampled Theo and Marty's cocks. My finger strayed and slipped deeper into Marty's ass. They pretended to be shocked, but they were fully erect and dripping precum. Five minutes later Marty stopped pretending, and he got on his hands and knees My dripping cock slid into his ass.
"Are you hurting him?" Bubba asked.
"He's fine. I'm just massaging his ass. It nice and tender in there," I said. Bubba was rock hard. "Would you like to give him a poke? I think he would like it."
Bubba hesitated. He hesitated briefly. I pulled out, I told Bubba oozed lots of precum so he could just slip his cock into Marty. That was true but I noticed Marty's ass has already been lubricated before I entered him.
Bubba pushed his knob effortlessly into Marty's ass. Bubba's cock was thick and long. Marty made no effort to resist.
"It's too much!" Bubba.
"Too much is what you are we are all after." I observed.
"Push harder!" Marty cried. "Breed me!"
Bubba lost control and he shivered with each ejaculation. Marty was crying, "Fill me up! I want it all!"
What happened next was a total surprise. I expected Bubba to pull out and feel post orgasmic depression. He stayed and wanted more.
He later told me that when his church members confessed their sexual urges, he told them to resist the temptation. He now knew what they were feeling. He was also lucky that while Theo, Marty and I were not exactly sluts, we were sexually receptive and generous. Bubba was a forty-year-old man who discovered sexual pleasure. I later found out that his late mother became pregnant on her wedding night and never forgave her husband. She saw his death as punishment for sex.
Theo and Marty went off to their bedrooms, but Bubba spent the night with me. In the morning he asked me if he had to take a cock up his ass.
I told him that while some men liked to be dominant, I was not one of them. "Sex is only good for me when both men enjoy it." I explained,
"Does it bother you when a guy shoots off in you?" he asked.
I smiled. "Usually, when I feel a guy unloading in my ass or mouth, I shoot off. Most guys like it when you both shoot," I said. "They like to watch me suck up their sperm and swallow. Some men like it to be secret when they shoot in an ass. It's more private." I paused, "I think most men can tell when a guy is shooting off in another guy's ass."
"Does that bother them?" he asked.
I laughed. "We are all part of the great brotherhood of men," I said. "Most men feel closer to you. Others wish their cock was in an ass shooting off."
"I kind of think I want to try it," Bubba said.
I smiled. "Come back and see me when you are sure you want to get fucked and seeded. You need to want it," I whispered in his ear. "I want you to be ripe and ready." He went back into the main house.
Over the next week the atmosphere at Church of Dreams seemed to relax. That was especially true of the male staff members. There were few women working there since women were supposed to be at home caring for the kids and husband. Women staff members tended to stay with other likeminded women.
Before Bubba's mother died the mansion was all but abandoned after five. The staff went home as the clock struck five. After my interlude with Theo and Marty, more men stayed late, and many took a dip in the pool. The staff had never been allowed to use it. It became was an all-male pool for the staff.
I always thought my gaydar was good. I was shocked at how many men I missed. The pool had swimming trunks for men. They were all white and were all but see through when they were wet. For many men they were an almost translucent jock. For the staff using the pool, that was an asset, not a problem.
Theo came with several members of the camera crew, and two older bass-baritones from the choir. Theo's trunks failed and he was naked. The choir members were big men, and they took off their trunks. When that didn't bother me, the camera men took off their trunks. The men became increasingly friendly. Nudity did not seem to bother the men.
I was puzzled. The number of frolicking gay men in the pool was well beyond normal statistical norms. I had been hired by Bubba. The actual head of the personnel department was Lawrence Dooley, a retired marine. Dooley was six feet four, and 200 pounds of muscle. He was in the office next to Bubba. I thought he was a member of security.
I briefly thought I might have mental telepathy. Dooley came to the pool, stripped, and jumped into the pool. He swam a few laps, got out of the water, and came over to me.
"Bubba told me we might get along," he said.
"I try to get along with everyone," I replied.
He leaned close to me. "I'm not a romantic, but I like to have fun," he said.
I was waist deep in the water. I reached out and fondled his cock and said, "I am open minded."
He leaned close to be a second time. "Is your ass as open as your mind?" he asked. He was a big boy. "Is there room in your ass for my cock and my load?"
"That depends on how many times you fuck me," I replied.
"Any problem with an audience? I like to show off," he asked. I told him it was not a problem. A few minutes later we were all in my apartment. The men all enjoyed the show. I enjoyed it too.
Dooley was aggressive verbally, but he was a lover once his uncut cock touched my anus. He lubricated his cock well. He quickly thrust past my sphincter but then massaged my prostate with his bloated knob.
Simon, my former employer, used to invite well hung men to fuck me. He had been a top, but no longer got hard. He said once a cock was up my ass, I became almost transparent. I reacted to every movement of the fucker's cock. Of course, the fuck tool was deep in my ass, but Simon could relive the great orgasms of his past. He enjoyed seeing sperm drool from my ass, as well as the post orgasmic drips of the top.
Dooley was an aggressive man who could express affection deep in another man's ass. As he pulled out our eyes met, and he knew I understood him.
I had guessed that things were not what one would expect of the headquarters of Church of Dreams headquarters. The staff was mostly male and there was no hanky-panky with female staff. Apparently, Bubba's mother hadn't considered the gay sexual alternative.
While she was alive, Bubba remained pure. He was afraid of his mother. He was worried that a staff member might tell on him. I was new and had no connection to his mother. While I suspected he didn't have a rebellious bone in his body, you can't fool mother nature.
I realized that most of the staff lived in fear of Bubba's mother. They were gay, but working for the Church of Dreams protected them from hell and damnation. Bubba discovered man sex with me. He later told me that he was shocked he survived that night after he deposited his load in my ass. The church emphasized swift and devastating judgments combined with nearly instant punishment.
Bubba apparently believed he was the chosen one. He wondered if punishment would be swift if staff members suffered for their sins. The visitation was a test to see if the stern god of the Church of Dreams would make him feel god's wrath. He told Dooley about his sexual awakening. While Dooley couldn't admit he was gay, his cock and my ass were apparently closer to God than he expected. At first, I wasn't too happy about the experiment. Dooley was a skilled sexual athlete, and all was well.
Many, if not all, of the men working for the Church of Dreams were gay although some didn't know it. Some were saving themselves for marriage to a perfect Christian woman. Some were virgins, but others "messed around" with men, or had a few encounters with gay men. Theo and Marty had almost reached the friends with benefits stage. The benefits usually began with soap dropped in a shower room. Thye should have reached the friends with benefits stage, but they ignored the inter ludes involving slippery soap.
Over the next few weeks, men from the swimming pool event dropped by. After swimming, they showered and dropped by to say hello. I have no ability to tell an uneasy and a bit frightened man to go away and find a friend to fuck. Marty told me I was either a sexual saint, or grotesquely over sexed. While I privately complained about it, I never said no.
Church activities were muted for a six-month mourning period for Bubba's mother. It gave the organization a chance to rethink and reorganize. Theo provided long choral performances that were popular with the public. He varied the performances and gave individual choir members a chance to do solos. The morale in the choir soared.
The biggest change was the sexual revolution in the staff. Nationally the sexual revolution began in the late 1960ies and 70ies. It was fifty years late for the staff of the Church of Dreams. Admitting sex existed was a big step. Participating in man-to-man sex was even bigger.
I asked a few reluctant men that if sex was sinful, why did God make it so pleasurable. If it existed only for procreation, why was it so pleasurable in man-to-man sex.
In some ways I served as a guide for the men. Most of the staff had been working for Bubba for years. They knew each other well. It was easier for them to experiment with a stranger than with an old friend. They might make a new friend but didn't risk losing an old friend.
There was a tendency to drop by in the late afternoon or early evening and end up showering. I heard the shower running, I might check who was there and ask them into my apartment. Theo came by with a make-up man Duddy, and a set builder, Juan. Duddy was tall and thin. Juan was short, and very muscular.
Duddy was a chaste, flaming queen. Juan didn't speak English well. He was well hung and already excited. We had a brief conversation. While I didn't know Duddy, I had seen his work. I met Juan when a truck delivering lumber for a set spilled it into the parking lot. Juan and I went to help. Juan had no problem moving heavy objects. I was the only senior staff member to help.
I was in the pool with Theo, Duddy and Juan. Theo said he had to leave, and he fondled my cock as he left. I was soon semi-hard. I knew erections were contagious and Duddy was hard, but Juan was fully erect. I reached out and stroked Duddy's cock. Juan dropped to his knees and sucked my tool.
Duddy looked shocked and Juan acted as if he had struck gold. We went to the bedroom. "I heard rumors that you were a friendly man," Duddy said.
"Some guys say I'm too friendly," I replied.
Duddy was nervous, but he said, "I don't know what too friendly is, but I would like to find out,"
I was soon sucking his cock and Juan was working on mine. Dudley may have been a virgin; Juan was not. I noticed that Juan knew the location of my asshole, and I guessed he was hoping to make a visit as I worked on Duddy's cock. A few minutes later Duddy warned me that he was getting close.
"That's why we are here," I replied. A second later Juan's tongue was licking my rosebud. Soon his cock entered my ass. A minute or so later the entire contents of Juan's balls were in my ass. Juan said then said thank you, licked and then kissed my rosebud, and left.
I slowed my sucking efforts Duddy. I was aiming for pleasure, not a climax. I could sense Duddy relaxing and getting into the mood. A little later he moaned when I caressed his cock head with my tongue. His cock responded to my gentle and tender attention by getting rock hard and oozing pre cum.
A few minutes later I told him I was planning to take and then swallow his load.
"You want to eat it?" he asked. I said yes.
His next response was unexpected. "If you take it, could I taste it too?"
"Duddy, I would love to share it with you," I replied. I returned to sucking his cock and seconds later he flooded my mouth with sperm. After the last ejaculation, I pulled away and kissed him. He was obviously turned on and he took more than his share.
He almost fell asleep. He looked at me and asked, "Does this mean that I have to take yours?"
"Duddy, you need to learn the first rule of man sex. It's not what you have to do, it's what you and your playmate want to do," I said. "I would love to have you take my seed. I would love to deposit a load in your ass. I would love to have your cock up my ass and shooting off. It's up to you."
"I'm falling asleep and need to get to bed. I want to do all that stuff. I was afraid when I came here," he said. "I want to do all of that." I sent him off to bed.
A few minutes after Duddy left, Theo came back into my room. "Are you tired?" he asked.
"I am a bit used, but not used up," I said. "What do you have in mind?"
"I saw Juan as he left. He was a happy man. I noticed his cock dripped some sperm." Theo said.
"I am surprised," I said. "I thought all of his load was in my ass."
Theo laughed. He had been semi-hard. It was rock hard a second later.
I pulled my legs up, exposing my asshole. "I was wondering if you wanted to push Juan's cum deeper into me?"
"I am afraid might shoot off in you?" he said in a whisper.
"I suspect a second load in my ass would help me sleep better," I said.
A few seconds later Theo's cock was deep in me.
"Shit, it's fucking good," he exclaimed.
"Theo, fucking is almost always good. Relax and enjoy it," I said. Theo had remarkable stamina. Ten minutes later he had a spectacular orgasm, each ejaculation was almost explosive.
He pulled out slowly. I squeezed my sphincter to make sure I got all his man seed.
"I didn't know it would be that good. It was beautiful," Theo said. "I didn't know how could fucking an ass be beautiful. I couldn't believe it."
"You aren't embarrassed?" I asked.
"It was so intimate and private," he said, "I feel like I almost got married. Are we friends now?"
"I think the phrase is "friends with benefits," I said. "Somehow for me injecting my sperm into another guy's ass is more than a casual event. It can be more than that."
"Do you get to fuck me now?" He asked.
"Let me know when you have an itch in a hard-to-reach place," I said, "Maybe I could help you with it."
"Would you shoot off in me?" he asked.
"That depends," I answered. "What I intend to do and what happens depends on how my cock reacts in a tight, intimate place. I enjoyed feeling a man shoot his man seed deep in my ass. Some men feel defiled, other's think Christmas came early."
"Let me think about it," Theo said. He got up to leave, I was surprised when he took my legs, spread then and expose my asshole. It was well used, with Duddy's and his sperm. He kissed it and then licked up the drooling sperm and then left.
The Sunday program occupied my attention. There had been a screwup with one of the pre-recorded segments. Theo filled in the gap with a solo. That was a success with the audience. In the late afternoon we did brief segments to "personalize" local broadcasts. The listeners loved that.
That night Bubba came to my room. "I have a confession to make to you," he said. "I have been sending men to see you. I want to find out if they are gay. I find them attractive, and I want to find out if they share my sexual interests. If they don't share my interests, I am afraid they might expose me." He paused and added, "I should have told you that."