The New Pastor's Stay at Our House

This is the story about what happened when a visiting pastor stayed with us one night. I was 19 at the time and attending a local technical college to become a website designer. My parents and I attended a small country church just outside of town. Our former pastor had just retired, so we were searching for another pastor to take his place.

My dad was on the pastor search committee, and from the way he talked, they weren't having much luck trying to find a new pastor. It seemed like everyone they talked to wanted to preach at a larger church or wanted a full-time position. Being small and with only around 50 members, our church could only afford a part-time pastor.

One Monday morning, my dad received a phone call from a man that seemed to be interested in the position. They talked for a good 30 minutes and then he sent my dad an email with his resume. After discussing the new candidate with the other members of the committee, they all agreed to let the man come preach one Sunday morning so that we could get a feel for him. My dad invited the pastor to stay with us the Saturday night before he was to preach since he was coming from a city about 3 hours away.

Fast forward to the next weekend. We lived in a small house with three bedrooms, and since the spare bedroom was being used as an office, I agreed to let the new candidate sleep with me. It couldn't be too bad, I thought... besides, I might get to see this guy naked. My parents had no idea that I was bi-curious, and coming from a Southern Baptist family, I wasn't about to let them know. It was a little secret I kept to myself, but I loved seeing other men naked. I was usually attracted to older men with a hairy chest, and a seeing a hairy crotch on the internet made my own member hard as a rock.

Pastor Robert Miles arrived that Saturday around 4:00 p.m. I answered the door when he knocked. "You must be John," he announced as he stuck out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Robert. You can call me Rob, though." He was a big guy who looked to be in his early 50s, about 6' tall, around 220 lbs. with short graying brown hair parted to the side. Not fat, but just solid like a football player. He was wearing dress shorts, a pull-over collared shirt, and Nike shoes. Not too bad-looking, I thought. I could see some brown curly chest hair sticking out of his shirt where he left one of the buttons unbuttoned. "Come on in," I told him and offered to take his small bag of clothes.

I introduced Pastor Rob to my mom and dad, who were in the living room. "I'll just take your bag on to my bedroom since we'll be sharing my bed tonight," I told him. Later that evening, we had a nice meal and then he and my dad went to the living room to watch the Atlanta Braves play. After helping mom clean the kitchen, we joined them. I sat down on the couch with Rob and mom sat in the other chair. By this time, he had already made himself comfortable by untucking his shirt and taking off his shoes.

As I scanned his body, I could tell that his legs were covered in curly dark brown hair and that his forearms were also hairy. I couldn't wait to see him half naked or even better, in his underwear. Around 10:00 that night, my parents went to bed, leaving Rob and me to watch TV by ourselves. "Mind if I take off my shirt?" he asked. "It doesn't take much for a guy my size to get hot," he chuckled. "Sure, do whatever you want," I replied. As soon as he took his shirt off, I could see that his stomach and chest were covered in short, curly brown hair. My dick started getting hard instantly and I had to change positions on the couch so that he wouldn't notice the bulge in my shorts.

We continued watching TV and chatting until about 11:00. It was pure torture seeing Rob's hairy chest and not being able to at least rub it. "I'm about ready for bed, young man," Rob yawned. "Yeah, me too..." I couldn't help but wonder if I would get to see him in his underwear once we got to bed.

We made our way to my bedroom, and I showed him the bathroom on the way there. As soon as we got to my bedroom, he began undressing. He took off his socks and then his shorts. There he was - standing there in nothing but his black briefs. His bulge was considerably large, to say the least. "I guess I'll take a shower in the morning if you don't mind. Besides, I'm about ready to get some sleep," he told me. "Are you going to take off your clothes, too... or are you just going to sleep in your clothes?" he asked. I was so fascinated with his bulge that I hadn't even thought about taking off my clothes to get ready for bed. "Yeah, I guess I need to," I nervously laughed.

He went ahead and got into bed. I stripped down to my boxers and got on the other side of the bed. We talked a little while longer before I turned off the lamp beside the bed. Around 2:00 or so that night, I woke up to relieve my bladder. Rob was sleeping on his back, snoring away. I went on to the bathroom but couldn't help but to wonder if I could sneak a peek at his cock while he slept. When I returned from the bathroom, he was still snoring. I got back in bed and rolled over on my side facing him. I hope he doesn't wake up, I thought. I slowly slipped my right arm under the covers and found his cock. At first, I just slowly rubbed the outline of his bulge while checking to make sure he was still asleep. His cock responded to my rubbing by getting hard.

Curious, I pulled back the band of his underwear and started rubbing the tip of his cock head with my index finger. In just a matter of seconds, he was leaking precum. I got some of it on my finger and tasted it. I'd tasted my own precum several times, but I'd never tasted another man's. It was sweet and I liked it. I repeated the rubbing of his cock head a few more times, tasting each drop I could get on my index finger.

Wanting to see all of his cock, I decided to pull his cock out of his underwear. He was sleeping soundly, so I didn't think he would catch me in the act. I was able to get the top of his briefs down to his balls. I slid my hand down in his underwear to feel them. From what I could tell, they were about the size of golf balls, covered in hair. As I fondled his balls, his cock began to stiffen even more. I placed my mouth on his cock head and moved my hand from his balls to his shaft. I started tracing it with my fingers and soon wrapped my hand around its thickness. His cock had to be at least 8" hard.

Not wanting Rob to wake while I was sucking him, I started pumping his cock slowly. It didn't take long before I felt a big shot of cum hit the back of my mouth. Greedily, I pumped it some more and felt 3 or 4 more big shots of his cum enter my mouth. I swallowed each load, hungry for his seed. As soon as he stopped cumming, I kissed his cock shaft and then pulled his underwear back up. As far as I knew, he had no clue that I had just caused him to have a massive orgasm. After reveling in the thought of sucking a preacher's cock, I soon went back to sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by the smell of bacon being fried. Rob was already out of bed. I put some shorts and a t-shirt on and made my way to the kitchen. My parents and Rob were discussing the sermon Rob would be preaching this morning while eating. "Sleep alright, Rob?" I asked. "Sure did, buddy... that was some of the best sleep I've had in a while!" I couldn't help but smile as he said that. He has no clue that I sucked his cock and made him cum. "Alright, I guess I need to hit the shower. Thanks for the great breakfast, Joan," Rob said.

After eating the leftover bacon and some eggs, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for church. Forgetting that Rob was in the bathroom taking a shower, I opened the door and saw him standing there naked drying off. "I am so sorry, Rob! I guess I forgot that I was sharing my bathroom this morning," I said, blushing. "No worries. I don't have anything you haven't ever seen before," he laughed. "Come on in and do what you need to do while I finish drying off and getting dressed."

As I brushed my teeth, I could see Rob's fully naked body in the mirror. He was hairy all over, except for his back. He even had a nice hairy butt. He must have noticed my glancing at him because he gave his cock 2 or 3 tugs before putting his underwear on. As he walked by me on the way to the door, he let his cock bulge brush my butt. Oh crap.. does he know I sucked him? That had to be an obvious sign - I mean, what kind of pastor rubs his cock against another man's butt?

Later that morning, my parents and I were at church when Rob stepped up to the podium to introduce himself to the congregation. "This morning, I'm preaching about sins of the flesh," Ron announced. I just shrunk back into the pew. All through the sermon, he kept looking at me, almost preaching to me. Thankfully, the sermon was over in about 30 minutes and then it was time to go back home.

Rob did such a great job preaching that we decided to hire him to be our new preacher. After lunch, he thanked my parents for their hospitality before leaving to go back home. Then he thanked me for the excellent night of sleep while winking at me.

Rob's been our pastor for about 3 months now and he's made a few more subtle passes at me. He's never come out and mentioned what happened in my bed that night, but something tells me that he wasn't as sound asleep as I thought he was.