When I was a boy I was a member of the local church where I also sang in the choir. Also at the church was Mr March the church Deacon. He was a pleasant man, married to a snooty lady they had a son a few years older than me. The Deacon was slim, very tall and around forty years of age when I got to know him better. He smiled at me a lot. One Sunday after morning service I was looking at the Deacon's new Rover car and he invited me in it for a ride home. We were alone and and I was excited to join him. He drove and chatted to me about all sorts of things, his car was lush. He drove me to a quiet spot and stopped the car. I didn't know where we were, it was some kind of quiet industrial estate with nobody working on a Sunday. He turned in his seat smiling and asked me if I was enjoying being with him, I told him I was and that I thought his car was great! Then he asked if I could keep a secret, I nodded yes and he said that he really liked me, so we could be special friends. This sounded cool so I agreed. Next he said that he had something secret to show me, and asked if I wanted to see it, I said yes, he said I must not tell anyone, I said OK. The Deacon undid his seatbelt and slid his hips forward and unfastened his grey trousers and unzipped his fly which seemed to be bulging, I just stared transfixed as his big hands reached inside and gradually eased his big hard penis out into the open. I just gaped open mouthed at seeing such a huge cock! It was hard, I knew this because mine had been hard many times but not hard like a man's does. He asked me if I liked it as he moved it for me to see better, he moved its skin up and down so that it's pink head showed. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not but not wanting to disappoint Mr March I said that I did like it. He then asked if I had one the same and I said no because mine was small, he said that didn't matter and it would be nice for him to see it. He undid my seatbelt too and smiled encouragingly, I was a bit nervous and he said it will just be our secret and not to worry, that it would be a good thing to do and share as new friends. I eased my short trousers down and then my Yfronts until my flaccid hairless cock came into view, Mr March gasped and was rubbing his big manhood more vigorously. He spoke with a croaked voice as he told me that it was lovely and asked if I had had erections, I told him I had, big ones but not as big as his. He asked if he could touch it and help to make it hard for me to see for himself, I nodded slowly a bit uncertain still. His warm hand rested on my soft cock and he took my inch of cock and began to rub it between his thumb and forefinger, my foreskin rolled and it began to feel warm and nice. His breathing became rapid and rasping as he told me how good my cock felt and how he was going to make me feel so good, my erection began to form under his caresses and my knees parted as I started to enjoy my cocks stiffening arousal, Mr March told me how hard and big I was growing and he held my floppy ball sac. Then as I grew harder he had more fingers working my trembling shaft and the foreskin grew taught against my sensitive glans. He then spoke soothingly asking me if I wanted to touch his hard cock I took a few seconds to view it, it was easily eight inches tall, very broad, covered by thick veins and it had a mass of bushy hair. The Deacon used his free hand to wriggle out of his underwear so that I could now see his large ball sac. I said I wanted to touch him as he continued to make my erection extend rubbing my foreskin around my bulbous head. I began to tentatively reach for that monster manhood when suddenly there was the noise of an engine, Mr March panicked and urgently pulled up his clothing telling me to do the same, he struggled to conceal his hard cock as a lorry came into view. He gunned the car engine and we were soon on our way only pausing to adjust our clothing before driving me home. As we neared my street he reminded me of our special secret and said if I told nobody then we could have fun again. Then he asked what I got up to on Sunday afternoons after dinner,I told him I rode my bike. He told me that he liked to spend time on his allotment and if I wanted to I could meet him there,, I said I would try.