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“Axom, honey, it’s time to wake up.”

Axom groaned softly and pulled the blanket over his head. From the other side of the room he heard the morning crew from FM 105.9 carrying on about the latest faux pas of the vice president. They were quite amused with themselves, as they usually were, even at 6:35 in the morning. Axom knew it was that time even without looking at the clock because his alarm was set for 6:30, and his mother always let it play for exactly five minutes before she knocked lightly on the door and announced it was time to get up. This had been their routine since he entered junior high school four years ago and became, as she put it, a “big boy.”

“Pulling the covers over your head won’t make the alarm shut off, sweetheart,” his mother chided from the other side of the door. “Come on, now. Get up.”

He pulled the blanket down and blinked rapidly as the morning sunlight splashed across his face. He took a deep breath and smiled.

“Is that pancakes I smell?” he asked loudly.

“No!” his mother yelled, and slapped the dishtowel across his closed door. “It’s stuffed French toast. You know, your favorite.”

Axom covered his mouth and giggled into it. He loved getting his mom riled up like this first thing in the morning. “Really? I could swear I smell pancakes.”

“Honestly, I don’t know why I bother. And how you can smell anything other than the sausage and coffee, I will never know.”

He yawned and kicked the blankets onto the floor. When he stretched his body across the bed, his cock bounced across his stomach, turning a darker shade of red each passing second and demanding attention. He heard his mom’s footsteps descending the stairs several feet from his door, and reached down and took the hard shaft in his hand and squeezed it.

Axom moaned softly as tingling bolts of pleasure shot up his torso. He bit his lower lip to keep from being too loud, and slid his hand slowly up and down the length of his dick.

He’d overheard enough conversations in the locker room to know that his situation wasn’t unique. Apparently, every sixteen-year-old boy woke up with a raging boner every morning, and also had to take care of them a couple times throughout the day while at school. Though his classmates were notorious for their exaggerated tales of sexual and romantic conquests—as well as their athletic prowess—he was certain that their boisterous accounts of morning wood were true. And he’d seen enough of them in the boys’ rooms between classes to know that they weren’t lying about their afternoon responsibilities, either.

Still, he was sure that none of them felt what he did every morning. It couldn’t feel as good to his friends as it did with him. It was inevitable to see everyone else’s dick in the locker room after practice. Though they were all still growing, Axom had a sizable advantage over all of his own classmates, and even over most of the juniors and seniors he’d seen naked. When fully soft his cock swung almost five inches below his waist, and the thick vein that ran the length of the shaft always kept it thick and on the verge of being hard. He commanded an undeniable respect from everyone at his school, and though everyone pretended it was because he was the co-captain of the football team and one of the most popular guys in school, the envious way they looked at him in the locker room told him otherwise.

He spit into his hand and then slid it up and down the length of his dick. With his free hand he clutched the sheets and bit his lip again as his body writhed beneath him. The giant vein running along the top of the shaft throbbed against his palm, and Axom thought he could actually feel the blood flowing through it and filling his cock to full capacity. When he squeezed the big dick, a large drop of precum oozed from the head and slid down the pole.

The smell of French toast wafted past his nostrils again, and his stomach growled.

It never took him more than a couple of minutes to blow his load, and he was close already. And hungry. He reached down with his free hand and squeezed his balls gently as he tugged on his cock. His knees began to shake first, and then he felt his entire body begin to quiver. His ball sack recoiled tight against the base of his cock, and he felt the load push from his nuts.

“Oh, God,” he whimpered, and quickly removed his hand from his dick.

The first three shots flew past his face and landed on the headboard behind him. Several more landed on his face, even as he tried to turn his head to miss them. The last couple fell onto his chest and stomach as he wiped at the jizz on his face and tried to catch his breath. He looked down at his slowly deflating cock and prayed that he wouldn’t need to take care of it again before lunch.

“I don’t hear the shower running,” his mother yelled from the kitchen below. “Breakfast is almost ready. And don’t forget, you told Pastor James that you’d help serve communion this Sunday.”

“Down in five,” Axom yelled as he bounded out of bed and trotted into the bathroom.

“Please, class,” Mrs. Rasmussen said with a heavy sigh. “We’ve got a lot to cover this morning, and we’re never gonna get through it all if you don’t settle down.”

Half of the class wasn’t listening to her at all, and the other half took turns distracting her and then throwing wads of paper at her when she wasn’t looking right at them.

She was only three months from retirement, and the elderly teacher had lost the will to fight and try to control her classes long ago. Now she just did her best to ride out the outbursts and keep the class under enough control to prevent an outright riot.

“Axom?” she pleaded as she looked over her cat’s-eye glasses and sat heavily in her chair.

The class groaned in unison for a couple of seconds, but when Axom stood up, everyone quieted down instantly. Several of them looked down at their desks and appeared to be at least somewhat ashamed of their behavior. Others looked directly at him with a mix of awe and admiration.

“Come on, guys, settle down,” Axom said with the smile that he knew would quiet them without questions. “I’m sure we all wanna get out of here on time, and we can’t do that if we don’t pay attention. And”—he looked over at his teacher and winked—“Mrs. Rasmussen has worked really hard to try and teach us something over the years to make sure we aren’t completely ignorant. She deserves a little respect, don’t you think?”

He sat back down and winked at Mrs. Rasmussen as he heard everyone behind and next to him opening their books. The corner of her mouth curled just the slightest bit, and she pushed her glasses up higher on her nose. Apparently, the “lots to cover” his teacher was referring to was calm, cool, and collected—and presentable—though for whom he wasn’t sure. She spent the next twenty minutes fussing with her ash gray hair, smoothing out the wrinkles across her blouse, taking deep breaths, and exclaiming, “Oh, my” every couple of minutes.

No one in the class expected to learn anything new the last three months of her class. Certainly not Axom, who’d had to remind her several times over the past year that she was teaching economics and not Spanish, which she not only had never taught but barely spoke or understood. The bell rang, and the class, with the exception of Axom, jumped up in unison and bolted out the door. He took his time gathering his books and placing them carefully in his backpack.

“You okay, Mrs. R?” he asked as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked over to her desk.

“Sí, estoy bien,” she mumbled almost unintelligibly as she hoisted herself up from her chair.

Axom smiled compassionately, and leaned over to kiss his teacher on the cheek. “I’ve really learned a lot from you, Mrs. R,” he said softly. “You’re a wonderful teacher.”

“Oh, my,” Mrs. Rasmussen gasped, and pulled on the waddle of skin beneath her chin. He waited for something more, but when his teacher only looked at him blankly, he turned and walked to the door.

“Axom,” Mrs. Rasmussen called as he reached for the door handle.

“Yes, Mrs. R?”

“Thank you,” she mouthed silently, and wiped a tear from her eye.

Axom blew her a kiss and walked out into the hallway.

“Bayh!”

Axom jumped to the right out of automatic reflex, just in time to miss having his best friend, Aaron, slam into him. Instead, the door next to him rattled loudly as the oversized junior crashed against it.

“Damn it,” Aaron said as he lifted himself from the ground and rubbed his shoulder. “Almost had you that time.”

“Yeah,” Axom said, pushing his friend against the wall, “but that one almost didn’t count as a legal warning. You were practically on top of me when you yelled.”

“Fuck you,” Aaron said as he turned to watch Madison Chaddon strut past and then behind him. “Next time I won’t warn you at all. Maybe then I’ll finally get you.”

“Maybe. But it’d be a false win. You know the rules say you have to warn …”

“Whatever. Hey, did you hear about Matt Robinson and Christy Barton?”

Axom rolled his eyes. “No!” he said dramatically. “What happened?”

“They were making out up at Makeout Point and he was fucking her boobs, dude! Right as he started to splooge all over her face, the cops flung the door to his Jetta open and dragged them both out of the car,” Aaron choked out as he laughed so hard he had to stop and lean against the wall. “Matt’s cock shriveled up like a deflated balloon, and Christy still had his cum dripping from her face when they handcuffed her!”

“I’m kidding, stupid. Of course I heard about it. Everyone in the whole fucking school heard about it. And I wouldn’t be surprised if Matt didn’t start the chatter to begin with, just to let everyone know that he got to home plate with Christy. And please tell me you don’t believe that the cops would actually handcuff a high school girl for having sex in a park, especially that park.”

“Doesn’t matter who started it,” Aaron said. “It’s still frickin’ awesome! And why do you have to spoil everything by debunking the details, dude?”

“You’re so easily amused.”

“Yeah, well not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths, Axom,” Aaron said with more than a little edge in his voice. “Some of us get our nuts off any way we can.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not rich. Far from it, actually.”

“Yeah, which makes it even worse. Only the uber-wealthy enjoy the kind of popularity and adoration you do. Well, only the uber-wealthy and you. Would you prefer the analogy of walking on water?”

“What’s up your ass today?”

Aaron took a deep breath, and draped his arm across Axom’s shoulders. “Sorry, man. I just get really tired hearing my mom saying, ‘Why can’t you be more like Axom?’ or ‘Axom wouldn’t talk back to his mom like that.’ It gets really old after a while.”

“Yeah, it would get a little tiring. But it’s not my fault, so chill a bit, okay.”

“You’re right. Forget it. Hey, what are you doing tonight after practice?”

“It’s Thursday, moron. I’m volunteering over at Sunset Manor.”

“Of course you are,” Aaron said, and pushed Axom ahead of him. “Gimme a call when you get home later tonight. I’m gonna go see if I can get Joanna Pratt to blow me under the bleachers again.”

“I thought you said she scrapes your dick with her braces.”

“She does. But it’s still better than my hand. And besides … practice makes perfect,” Aaron said as he grabbed his crotch and ran off down the hall.

On the first Sunday of every month, Pastor James asked the members of his congregation who felt so moved by the Spirit to form three lines for communion. Even after two years, Axom still blushed a little whenever his minister feigned indignation over the length of the line in front of him whenever he helped serve communion.

“In the sixteen years I’ve been senior pastor at Riverdale Community Christian Church, I’ve tried everything I could think of to get people in those pews to understand the importance of communion,” he said again as he carefully removed his robe and hung it on a wooden hanger. “When they finally did get it, and participated, then it became a challenge to get them to understand that I don’t have to be the one who gives them the communion, that it’s not a confession and I’m not forgiving them of any sin, and that they can receive the wafer and juice from anyone. It doesn’t have to be the senior pastor.”

“Well, we can be a little dense at times, Pastor James,” Axom said with a smile as he placed the juice goblets and wafer baskets in the box to be taken into the kitchen. He looked around the small study. “Sometimes we need to have a picture drawn for us. Have you seen my iPod?”

Pastor James pointed toward the recliner in one corner of the room. “No, apparently all I had to do was ask you to be one of the communion assistants. Have you noticed that on every Sunday that you help out, your line is three times longer than mine even? And poor Betty Slovacek; she gets no one in her line.”

“That’s not true. I’ve noticed that every time Mrs. Slovacek serves, Mrs. Howard and Mrs. Pitts always go to her line. Any other Sunday they insist on being in your line.”

Pastor James laughed. “You’re so sweet, Axom. You know very well that Carol and Gloria play pinochle with Betty Slovacek twice a week, and that if they didn’t go to her line that she’d not only beat them to within an inch of their lives, but she’d stop bringing her famous lemon squares to those card games. And that is unthinkable to Carol and Gloria. I swear they are no less addicted to those damned squares than a junkie is to heroin.”

“You do know that Mrs. Slovacek puts cognac and Amaretto in those lemon squares, right?” Axom asked.

Pastor James smiled at Axom and raised an eyebrow.

“I’ m just sayin’ …”

“My point is that all I ever needed to do to get people out of their seats and into the communion lines was to ask you to help serve. From that very first Sunday, everyone was scampering to be in your line.”

“That’s not true,” Axom said, and felt his face blush as he picked up his iPod and draped the earphones around his neck.

“It is, and you know it. And it’s not just the twittering teenage girls, either. It’s their flustered moms and their envious dads and even their jealous boyfriends. Everyone wants to be in your communion line.”

“Well, I don’t know why,” Axom said, and looked out the window distractedly.

“Because you are you, Axom,” Pastor James said affectionately. “And I don’t think I tell you often enough how much I appreciate you and all that you bring to the church.”

“Thank you. But really, I’m not bringing or doing anything special.”

“That’s a very Jesus-like attitude, son.”

“Oh, I’m pretty certain Jesus knew he was special.”

Pastor James smiled, and draped his arm around Axom’s shoulder. “Yes, I suppose he did. But he didn’t hold that over anyone or let it get in the way of his good work. Just like someone else I know. I’m very proud of you, Axom, and I want to say thank you for just being you.”

“Thank you, sir. You’re welcome.”

“Now,” his minister said as they reached the door, “Scott wanted to see you before you leave this afternoon.”

“Oh, no. You didn’t tell him I’d …”

“I didn’t promise him anything,” Pastor James said slyly, and gently led him through the door. “But you know he needs your help right now. He’s in his office waiting for you.”

Scott Williams was less than four years older than Axom. At twenty years old, he was the youngest pastoral staff ever to serve at Riverdale. He’d come from an abusive home, and had sought and found refuge and comfort at the church. Pastor James counseled him for two years as he finished high school, and at his graduation presented Scott with a certificate informing him of a full scholarship being given him complements of the church. Now in his third year at UCLA, he was coming upon his first full year as Youth Pastor at Riverdale Community Christian, and facing his first real challenge.

“Come on, Axom, pleeeease,” he pleaded.

Axom tried his best to keep from smiling but felt the corners of his mouth betray him. His Youth Pastor sounded like such a kid himself, begging for a cookie that his mother was refusing him. And he looked so damned cute. Scott had what seemed like, at first glance, unruly, curly dark hair that fell carelessly across his face and halfway down the back of his neck, but upon closer inspection was meticulously coiffed. Each curl was perfectly placed on his head, and the blond highlights that ran through it were strategically spaced and accentuated. His tanned skin was the result of many hours at the beach, and not in a tanning booth, and made his steel blue eyes sparkle even more than they did naturally. His teeth were toothpaste-commercial white, and perfectly aligned, and they centered the most adorable smile that Axom had ever seen. His full lips were pink and soft and perpetually moistened, and they begged Axom to lean in and kiss them.

“I really can’t, Scott. Not this year, I just don’t have the …”

“Axom.” Scott leaned in and looked at him with a dire expectation he wasn’t expecting. “This is important. This is the final test of my leadership abilities, and could mean life or death for me. If I can’t prove to the Board that I can effectively lead the youth of this church, then I will probably be fired.”

“Scott, Pastor James is not going to fire you.”

“I could lose my scholarship.”

“You’re so dramatic. You’re not going to lose …”

“I could wind up on the streets, homeless.”

Axom laughed out loud, spraying spittle in front of him. “All right, all right. I’ll do it.” “Thank you!” Scott yelled, and jumped out of his chair and hugged him tightly.

Axom hugged him back, inhaling the sweet smell of his cologne on the nape of his neck. His cock began to harden as he felt Scott’s muscled body press against his own, and he pushed his Youth Pastor away from him gently.

“But you owe me big-time,” Axom said as he pulled his shirttail out from his jeans and let it fall across the front of his jeans. “So what do I have to do?”

“Nothing. That’s the great part about this. You don’t have to do anything. Just show up. When people hear that you’re coming, the other kids will start signing up in droves. All I need you to do is say you’re gonna be there, and then … well … be there. This retreat is gonna be the best one ever! We’ll play games, we’ll eat, we’ll bond and get to know each other better. It’ll be great.”

“Yeah, sounds like a real blast.”

“Come on, Bayh, you know you wanna come to the retreat. You can’t wait for it, can you? You’re gonna tell everyone you know that you’re coming and you’re gonna invite them to come along, too, right?”

Axom laughed. “I’ll see you next Friday. What time you want me here?”

“Five o’clock sharp. Be here or be square,” Scott said, then looked at the ceiling as if he wondered why the phrase didn’t sound right.

“Dork,” Axom said, and walked out the door.

Scott had been right. When word got around that Axom was coming, the sign-up list grew from three youth attending to over thirty in less than two days. By Wednesday evening, they’d had to stop accepting people at the retreat, because they only had room for forty. The church owned six cabins at Big Bear Lake, and they quickly were at full capacity. Though Axom knew almost everyone there, there were a few new faces in the crowd, and he enjoyed getting to know them.

The food was incredible, since one of the members of the church was a chef and owned three high-end restaurants in the city, and volunteered his services for the youth group retreat. The structured activities during the day were tolerable. They were very transparent in their goal of inspiring trust, confidence, and camaraderie among team members, but Scott was trying hard and did everything he could to make them fun and interesting, and he succeeded, for the most part. The games in the evenings were the best part, and a lot of fun, actually. Axom enjoyed the healthy competition, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed as much as he did while playing Taboo, Guesstures, and Scene It.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of Scott, though. The Youth Pastor seemed even cuter and more endearing that weekend than he ever had before, and Axom found himself staring across the table, and sometimes even across the room at him. He was fascinated with the way in which Scott engaged with the other kids, the way he flipped his hair back when it fell across his eyes as he moved his game pieces forward, and the dimples that popped up every time he laughed and closed his eyes at the same time.

On Saturday night, about halfway through a game of Guesstures, and right in the middle of one of Scott’s laughing fits, Axom felt his cock grow hard and throb against his hip. He hoped against hope that it’d just go away on its own, but knew it wouldn’t.

“Excuse me for a moment,” he said as he got up and left the room.

Each of the bedrooms accommodated between four and six members of the youth group, and it was almost impossible to find a time in which no one was in the rooms for one reason or another. And certainly it was too risky to get naked and spend five minutes beating off. So Axom went to one of the upstairs bathrooms, and pushed the button on the door handle behind him.

He kicked his jeans to the floor and quickly pulled his briefs off and threw them on top of his jeans as he sat on the toilet seat. His cock was fully hard, and throbbing, and when he wrapped his hand around it, a low moan escaped his throat. The shaft was hard as stone and the veins pulsed wildly as he slid his hand up and down the length of it. The head was fat and red, and when he squeezed the pole, a thick stream of precum oozed out of the tip of the head. With his thumb, Axom smeared the silky fluid around the head, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

He stretched his legs out fully in front of him and reached down with one hand to squeeze his balls as he stroked his cock. His whole body began to quiver as he slid his hand up and down the long shaft slowly at first, and then faster as he felt the big balls tighten and the cum begin to churn in them.

“I’ll be back in a mo …,” Scott yelled down to the group below as he swung the door open and stepped inside the bathroom.

Axom froze midstroke, his legs stretched out in front of him, his reddened cock throbbing in his hand. He felt his eyes bulging and arched, and he felt like that old actress that he and his mom always paused the video on and laughed out loud at whenever she turned with the crazed look in her eyes and announced to some old director that she was ready for her close-up. He tried desperately not to look like that—to force his eyebrows back down to their normal position—to blink and then to look away from Scott standing in the open bathroom doorway. But nothing happened. It was like he’d been injected with a gallon of Botox—nothing moved. He also tried to remove his hand from his throbbing cock, but they seemed to be welded together.

Scott quickly shut the door behind him, and leaned against it for a moment, never taking his eyes off of Axom’s cock.

“I locked it,” Axom squeaked out, “I swear I did.”

“The lock on the knob doesn’t work anymore,” Scott said quietly, and turned slightly to slide the metal bar into the tunnel on the door jam. “You gotta use the other one.”

“Yeah, well, that might have been good information to have told me before …” He looked down and nodded at his still-swollen cock in his hand. “… now.”

The conversation seemed to have snapped Axom out of his paralyzed state, and he slid his left leg over to where his jeans lay on the floor a few feet away, and started to drag them over to himself.

Scott stepped on the jeans and kicked them back against the door.

“What are you doing?” Axom asked.

Scott walked over to Axom and stepped between his spread legs. He knelt in front of Axom and wrapped one fist around the thick cock.

“Scott …”

The youth minister leaned forward and licked the head of Axom’s cock, pulling some of the slick precum onto his tongue and into his mouth. Then he licked the rest of the head, and slowly pulled it into his mouth.

“Oh, God,” Axom moaned.

Scott swirled his tongue around the head of the thick cock for a moment, and then swallowed the entire eight inches of fat meat into his throat.

Every muscle in Axom’s body tightened as he felt his cock slide deeper and deeper into his youth minister’s throat. The head forced the warm throat muscles to spread apart and let it slide through, and then they closed quickly again around this big pole. He felt Scott tighten his throat around the shaft as it buried itself there. The mouth and throat were so hot and wet, and they squeezed his cock hungrily.

Scott let the giant cock rest inside his throat for a moment, reveling in the way it pulsed and throbbed against his throat muscles. He tightened them around the shaft a couple of times, and smiled as much as he could with his mouth filled with cock, when Axom moaned and thrust his hips up to try and get the big dick even deeper inside him. Then he slowly began sliding his mouth up and down the length of the shaft. He hated when the fat head slipped through the ring of his esophagus, but loved rolling his tongue across it as it lay expectantly in his hungry mouth. It only sat there for a couple of seconds before he slid his mouth back down onto it, and swallowed it deep into his throat again.

The only experience Axom had with sex was beating himself off, and though he’d become quite adept at pleasuring himself, it had not prepared him for the intense bliss of feeling his cock slide in and out of Scott’s warm, wet mouth. His entire body began to convulse, and he grabbed both sides of the toilet seat beneath him to steady himself. He tried to moan, but only the tiniest of squeals escaped his throat. A couple of seconds later his balls tightened and then it felt as if Old Faithful had erupted from his crotch as he shoved his cock deep into Scott’s throat and held it there.

Scott had no trouble at all producing a deep, guttural moan as he felt Axom’s big dick thicken inside his throat, and then explode inside him. Because Axom’s cock was buried in his throat, he didn’t taste the load, but felt it as wave after wave of warm, thick fluid splashed against his esophagus. He swallowed as quickly as he could to keep as much of it inside him as possible. But after a couple of swallows, he choked, and slid his mouth from the big cock. The last couple of jets of warm cum sprayed across his face as he struggled to catch his breath.

Scott leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes. What had he done? Was Axom going to freak out and run out of the room screaming to everyone below about what had happened? Was he going to be angry and beat the crap out of him? Was he going to be tormented and traumatized, and be crying? Would he tell Pastor James about this and cause him to lose his job, his scholarship, and his chance at any dignity? Even worse, would he go to the police and have him arrested and imprisoned for raping a minor?

When he finally opened his eyes and looked up at Axom, he saw none of that. The young boy was looking intently at him, his deep brown eyes burning into Scott’s soul. His cheeks had a pink tint to them, contrasting beautifully against his copper skin, which was covered with a thin veil of sweat. His smile melted Scott’s heart and took his breath away.

Axom’s cock was still fully hard, and throbbed tauntingly in front of Scott’s face. A thick drop of precum slid from the slit and down the fat shaft, following the jagged pattern that the fat veins on the cock made as they snaked their way down the length of it. Axom grabbed it with one hand and squeezed it as he waved it around for a few seconds, then pointed it right at Scott.

“Are you kidding me?” Scott said. “You’re still hard as a rock?”

Axom smiled and blushed.

Scott’s own cock was throbbing against his legs, and he felt that if he didn’t have Axom’s big cock inside him soon, that he’d self-combust. He stood up and quickly shoved his jeans around his ankles, and leaned against the bathroom wall, pushing his ass back toward Axom.

“Fuck me.”

“What?” Axom asked, and stared blankly at his youth counselor.

“Stand up, then come over here and fuck me.”

Axom stood up and took the couple of steps to where Scott was. He pressed his cock against the ass crack and rubbed it back and forth a couple of times, sliding it up and down the length of the smooth butt.

“Stop teasing me, Axom,” Scott said, pushing his ass back even farther and rubbing it against the hot, throbbing cock. “Just fuck me.”

“I’m not teasing,” Axom said softly. “I’m just not sure …”

When he didn’t finish the sentence, Scott looked behind him and into Axom’s face. The boy looked embarrassed, and couldn’t meet Scott’s gaze.

“Oh, wow,” Scott said, realizing the dilemma. “Sorry, I didn’t think about that. I just figured you’d …”

“No,” Axom said, and slid his cock between Scott’s smooth cheeks again. “I’ve never done it before.”

“That’s okay,” Scott said. “It’ll come naturally, you’ll see.”

He spit in one hand, and reached behind him to rub the saliva on Axom’s cock head. Then he gently pulled it over to the middle of his ass crack and positioned it so that it was resting right against his hole.

“Now just slide inside,” he said.

Axom slid forward slowly, and gasped out loud as he felt the head slide inside the hot hole. It felt like a million warm fists had grabbed his cock head and squeezed it. He noticed that Scott had yelped out loud and was now biting down on the towel hanging on the rack on the wall, which he was grasping tightly with both hands. He imagined it must hurt to have such a big dick inside Scott’s ass, and almost pulled out. But after a couple of seconds, he heard the yelp turn into a moan, and felt Scott’s ass relax a bit as he slid it back farther on his big pole.

Instinctively he slid the cock all the way inside the hot ass until he was buried. Once again Scott yelped and bit down on the towel. But this time Axom knew that pulling out was not an option for either of them. He let his cock rest deep inside Scott’s throbbing ass for a moment, and prayed that he wouldn’t shoot his load already. Though he’d never fucked anyone before, he figured there was a bit more to it than just resting inside a hot ass. When Scott began sliding up and down the big cock, Axom knew they were just getting started.

He pulled his cock out just a couple of inches, and the slid it back in, and gasped at how good it felt to feel his big cock force Scott’s ass muscles apart and then have them wrap around his shaft as he buried himself deep inside the warm hole. It was a little awkward at first, because Scott was also moving his ass, sliding it up and down the length of the big cock inside him. Axom got so caught up in the feeling that his excitement caused him to pull all the way out a couple of times, and then he had to go back inside, which caused Scott to moan and grab the towel rack again each time.

But it only took a couple of minutes for the two young men to find their groove, and when they did, bright lights burst in front of his eyes. Scott’s ass was so tight and warm around his dick that it felt as if it were wrapped in an electric blanket. He slammed in and out of the ass slowly at first and then faster as he felt his heart rate speed up and the beginning tingle deep inside his balls.

“Oh, Jesus,” Axom moaned as he pounded Scott’s ass.

“Hey!” Scott looked around quickly with a scolding look in his eyes.

“Sorry,” Axom said as his face turned a darker shade of pink and he slowed his pace. “I got carried away.”

He pulled his cock all the way out, waited until he saw Scott squirm and then moan as he tightened his hole, and then slammed it all the way back in one rough push.

“Oh, God,” Scott moaned deeply.

“Hey!” Axom said with a laugh, and slid in and out of the warm ass vigorously.

It only took a couple of minutes for the tingle in his balls to return, and Axom knew he was beyond being able to stop. “I’m getting close,” he warned Scott.

Scott squeezed his ass even harder, and thrust it back and forth on the big cock a couple of times.

“Ungh,” Axom moaned deeply, and pulled his cock out of the ass quickly. The first shot flew all over the place, since the big dick flopped out of Scott’s ass uncontrollably. When Axom grabbed the cock and kept it pointed at Scott’s back, the remaining few squirts of cum landed on the youth minister’s neck, back, and ass.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Scott cried out.

He turned around quickly, and pushed Axom by the shoulders down to the floor. Axom looked shocked as the first two shots of cum splashed across his face, but after that he smiled and licked at the sticky cum as it landed on his nose, lips, and chin.

Scott’s legs shook uncontrollably, and he dropped to the floor to sit next to Axom. Axom leaned over and kissed Scott on the lips, and then both young men sat quietly for a couple of minutes, catching their breath.

“That was amazing,” Axom finally said.

“Yeah, it was,” Scott agreed. “I hope you don’t think this was all planned out—that I was …”

“No,” Axom said, and kissed Scott again. “I know it wasn’t planned. But I hope it doesn’t have to be this one and only time. I want to do it again.”

“Oh, something tells me you’ll be doing it quite a bit, now that you’ve had a taste of it.”

“With you,” Axom said. “I wanna do it again with you.”

“Really?” Scott asked. “Why? I mean, not that I’m complaining. I’d love to do it again with you, too. But you can have anyone you want.”

“Good, I’m glad you feel that way,” Axom said, and put his arm around Scott’s shoulders. “Because I want you.”

Scott blushed. “I want you, too.” He leaned in to kiss Axom, but stopped halfway there, when there was a knock on the door.

“Hurry up, Scott,” Wynona said from the other side of the door. “It’s your turn. Besides, I have to pee, too.”

“Be down in a minute,” Scott said loudly. “But you might wanna use the other restroom. I’m having quite the Ace Ventura moment in here.”

“Ewww, gross,” Wynona said. “By the way, have you seen Axom? He disappeared and no one’s seen him for about twenty minutes.”

“Wynona, do you really wanna have a conversation with me right now?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Sorry.”

The two young men listened to Wynona’s footsteps fade down the hall, and then kissed again.

“How about I sneak out first,” Axom said. “I’ll go downstairs and keep the group occupied while you finish having your Ace Ventura moment.”

Scott laughed, and kissed Axom lightly on the lips again.

“Perfect.”

Axom quickly got dressed, and peeked out the bathroom door before opening and walking out into the hall.

Scott took a deep breath and leaned his head against the sink as he smiled, and wiped the last of the cum from his cock and stomach.