That night in bed as soon as I thought about what had transpired with the church Deacon and the allotment I had a powerful erection, it felt bigger than ever. I practised rubbing myself just like I had been shown, slipping my pajama bottoms down to release my hungry hard-on. I slowly pumped my fist to begin with and savoured the pleasure that produced, then I squeezed a little harder and worked my foreskin faster whilst bringing to mind images of a naked Deacon and my hand stroking his man sized cock, the heat and friction grew between my spread thighs and I felt the approach of an orgasm and thought about how he had held me, then my memory jumped to the climax I had given him and as I pictured his cock jolting in my hand and delivering its creamy white load and finally the feel of his mouth around my own erection, I began to climax, oh it was wonderful. My bottom raised from the bed as I stroked, my hard penis went rigid as that feeling of ultimate pleasure and enjoyment struck. I rubbed until it was over and until it felt almost painful then slept au good sleep. I did this nightly as soon as I was in bed throughout the week and was grateful for what my new secret friend had taught me.

The following Sunday could come around quickly enough for me, I saw the Deacon at the morning service and he smiled and slightly nodded at me in a way that let me know that the allotment meeting was OK for that afternoon, my penis was aroused at the thought I felt it spring to life in my pants beneath my choir cassock, I remember wondering if Mr March had a big erection concealed beneath his religious gowns and whether he was thinking about my slim, smooth naked body.

I rode my bike at break-neck speed to the allotments and found the Deacon making tea. I parked my bike out of sight again and went inside. "You're earlier than I expected" he said, I replied slightly out of breath, "I was in a hurry to get here today", "oh really, why would that be"? I exclaimed smiling, "I have looked forward to today all week!". He returned my smile and said "close the door will you, let's get cosy". I did as asked and walked to the centre of the shed, Mr March came to me and we hugged, it was a good hug, loving and full of friendship. His big hands roamed up and down my back and settled on my bum where he gently squeezed my firm buttocks. "You feel so good, I want you so badly you know"? I just grinned up at his good face as I felt his erection forming against my tummy. "Want to undress now, or have a cup of tea first"? I was so quick to answer I began pulling off my pullover as I answered, "undress", he laughed and began to unbutton his shirt. Soon we were down to just our underpants and by now my cock had swelled and it showed. "Let me" he said as he stepped forward,, he knelt down until his face was level with my groin, he reached for the waistband of my yfronts and tugged them down slowly, I was excited and my smooth hard penis flicked out at him, "yesssssss" he said and kissed the end of my cock crushing the nipple of my foreskin, he then flicked his tongue at it and tongued inside my skin, I moaned because it surprised me and because it felt so good. I almost lost my balance as he did this, then he opened his mouth and my hard cock disappeared inside, he sucked me gently while I could feel his tongue twisting and curling about my straining penis. I hissed and held onto his head not believing that this could be done to me, "Mr March" I croaked "do you worry that I might pee"?. He paused what he was doing and looked up into my eyes as he whispered, "you won't pee, but one day you will shoot lovely tasty white cum and I hope it will be me who makes that happen for you", then he licked my stiff member then holding my ass in his hands he bobbed his head back and forth along my few inches which made me swoon, then he broke off to say, "I hope you are paying attention to what I'm doing to your lovely cock because I want you to do the same for me in a minute", then he went back to sucking me. I was startled and a bit scared at this idea but trusted the Deacon because he was a good church going man and was my best friend and had taught me so many good things in a short time.

He put down a blanket on the floorboards and knelt again, "pull down my pants and see how hard I am for you again". Again his excitement was already obvious as his blue underwear were being stretched and I also noticed a damp spot where the shape of his glans pressed. Before pulling his pants down I couldn't stop myself from giving the Deacons big bulge a squeeze at its tip, I felt the bulbous shape of its swollen head as I closed my small fingers around it and it jumped at my firm touch at the same time a slight moan escaped his lips. That sound stirred me and I so wanted to expose that large erection and please it in any way I could, my own erection perfectly and fully standing proudly from my hairless groin and eager to be played with. "I want to see" I said excitedly as I hastily pulled down those blue pants, his huge cock sprang out at me like a caged lion and it landed and bounced just in front of my surprised face, its round pink head partially protruding from its stretched l veiny skin, it looked full of power and wet but most of all it looked fantastic to me and wanting to please the Deacon I kissed his shiny glans and felt its moist smoothness against my lips and then its burning heat came through, as I pulled away a fine clear string of moisture clung to my mouth then broke away. "You are such a good boy, I wish I could get Mrs March to do what you are doing, please do it again". My mind whirled at the idea that I was happy to do this act and that his wife would not, this made me even happier to please her husband, this time I leant in and planted an elongated kiss on the damp knob, then I felt his hand gently hold the back of my head to urging me to go on, so I opened my small mouth as wide as I could to accommodate the Deacons straining fat tip, as my lips slid over its warm slippery head they pushed back the skin that was partly covering it, Mr M moaned louder this time "oh fuck, that feels great" he uttered. I guessed that I was the first to do this in a long while and I knew it must feel good to the Deacon because he used a swear word! . I did as asked and walked to the centre of the shed, Mr March came to me and we hugged, it was a good hug, loving and full of friendship. His big hands roamed up and down my back and settled on my bum where he gently squeezed my firm buttocks.

He put down a that was partly covering it, Mr M moaned louder this time

I felt his hand become slightly more firm and he said "please suck me and lick me and try and take some more of me into your sweet mouth like I did for you", I understood and sucked on his swollen glans as if it were a lollipop, I really concentrated and sucked enthusiatically, as I did I felt Mr M's hand stroking my hair and whispering words of encouragement and satisfaction, my confidence grew and I pushed my mouth further onto his hardness, he was huge and stretching my mouth, I breathed hard through my nose to compensate for this, my eyes were looking down the remaining length of the Deacons thick shaft and into his dark wiry bush. I really went for it now forcing my lips along the silky skin until his hairy bush was nearer and I could feel the very tip of him touching the back of my mouth, then as I continued to pleasure his mighty cock, then his hand held firm again and I felt him pulling his erection from my busy mouth and I wondered if I was doing it wrong, but before I knew it he was pushing forward into my mouth, then reversing the action, I continued to suck and remembered to try and lick too, Mr M pushed and pulled his steely rod in and out of my wet mouth while I sucked and lapped at its sliding smoothness, sometimes I was licking his swollen knob next it was his solid mid-shaft, "you are so good at this, it feels so good, I want us to stop soon before you make me cum in your mouth", I thought about that prospect and didn't think I'd want the Deacons white cream in my mouth. He pulled back from my tight mouth leaving just his tip there for me to lick, "lick underneath my knob where it meets my foreskin" he asked, I pushed the tip of my tongue right in there and lapped at it, he moaned and hissed again. My tongue felt his erection twitch and jump and suddenly I felt warm fluid running over my tongue and I pulled away sharply to witness a long string of clear liquid falling from out of the Deacon's pee-hole. "Don't be alarmed" he said quickly "this is normal and it's something called pre-cum which male adults get when they become so excited", I could feel some on my tongue so I tentatively tasted it and found it had no real flavour. "OK" I said. "Let's do something different now he said brightly, let's lay down and cuddle". We stretched out on the blanket and rolled into each others arms, my bare chest met his face as Mr M got us into a position where our hard cocks would be able to touch. Our hard-on's touched and Mr M moved his hips so our cocks rubbed, sometimes mine would dip into his curly bush, what I soon noticed was that the Deacons precum was leaking all over my erection making my foreskin slip and slide serenely as we cuddled. I became aware of the Deacons mouth and tongue as he kissed, licked and sucked my small pink nipples, this felt lovely so I asked "does your wife enjoy this when you do it to her"? He paused and told me that it had been a long time since he and Mrs March has had any kind of sex and went on "I prefer being with you and having a naughty secret". I smailed and cuddled up closer to him as he returned to pleasuring my smooth chest and sensitive nipples. "Let's change position" he suddenly suggested, and rolled me onto my other side and he snuggled in behind me, now I could feel his huge wet erection laying against my young firm bottom and his hands came around me to caress my thighs and caress my rockhard dick, his fingers felt wonderful again and he pulled himself tighter to me and gyrated his hips so that his stiff manhood slid and rubbed around and between my smooth buttocks, gradually I found that his swollen knob buried itself more between my bottom cheeks which I kind of enjoyed, my hard on was being treated to some great touches as the Deacon kissed my neck and shoulders, "I want you so bad" he whispered with hot breath his whole body trembling against me, now his knob was firmly immersed between my tight ass cheeks and brushing my anus making it wet. The Deans fingers tightened on my pulsing cock as his other hand tickled my loose ball-sac, I could feel that I was getting close to climax and mewed with pleasure, Mr M's body was trembling harder as his knob prodded at my slippery anus, he whispered "you are so lovely, I need to cum, am I OK to cum against your glorious bottom while I make you cum"? My cock was in heaven and I could only agree by nodding, "you are driving me crazy, you will feel how much cum I have for you very soon". I felt the Deacon pumping his hips as his long cock spread it precum between my warm buttocks, the prodding of my anus became firmer, he panted into my ear as his fingers stroked my foreskin faster, my cock stiffened more and began to flex violently, his fingers worked my swollen glans and I began to shake, "mmmmm" was all I could pronounce as my climax shot through my tender body, the Deacon thrust at my bottom harder and faster and I felt him spurt a hot load of cum between my buttocks against my tight anus, then it felt different somehow but it was difficult to tell how as my orgasm was taking me to new heights, the Deacon thrust his pumping penis inside my anus up my rectum which was being filled with his creamy cum, "I am fucking you now, but I won't hurt you I promise" he said panting. I felt his huge sex organ sliding between my cheeks, I felt his hot cream shooting as his cock slid carefully and slowly in and out. My orgasm was now dying off and I was more aware of what the Deacon was doing to me but I held still as he pumped his big cock in and out of my small body. He shook and shuddered as I felt his cock convulsing powerfully inside my ass as it emptied its final powerful spurts of sex cream. When he was finished he slid from my tight slippery bottom and I felt a flood of runny cream pour out of me onto the blanket, we lay still both panting and trembling until we recovered enough strength to sit in the armchair together cuddling as our spent cocks softened and he said "I love you tight firm body, you are so much sexier than my wife". Afterwards the naughty Deacon told me that he had only penetrated me just enough to empty his seed in me, of course as time went by that wasn't always the case and I learned to take all of his horny married manhood, but I was content to be wanted by him. The two chairs and even the small table became props in our game of love making as time went by. Our secret affair lasted a few months then the Deacon lost interest in me as my pubes began to grow. I did manage to have a real wet orgasm with Mr M and surprised his hungry mouth one session, he was pleased to have been the first to bring forth my spunk. Months later I caught him giving a new young chubby choirboy a sly suggestive smile and I knew he'd moved on to another willing lad, I guessed that Mrs M was still being uncooperative in the bedroom department. END.