MY EXPERIENCE WITH MEN OF RELIGION 2

Immediately i got into university, i joined a campus fellowship and threw all my weight into service (as well as academics).


I was so zealous in serving that even in my 3rd year (at the time) i was considered stepping into the shoes of the campus fellowship pastor. While in the fellowship, i realized a lot of brothers and sisters where sleeping with each other.



 One time, we had an incident. A hotel management almost called the police on a group of students performing an orgy in one of their hotel rooms.


it turned out that the ring leader as well as most of the people involved were members of my fellowship ( including dedicated workers).


This was a huge scandal for the Fellowship and the University at large.



A meeting of all the leaders was held to deliberate on the best way the matter could be tackled.



Some leaders wanted the students caught to be excommunicated from the fellowship while others wanted them to only be cautioned and allow the matter to die off.



This led to an argument and during the debate, the assistant pastor (a very busy body female) said - "its not like its something terribly evil or unforgiving like homosexuality ".



Hearing this made my brain flip.



i turned around, looked her in the eye and asked her to repeat her statement.



And the bitch did. This time, with pouting lips and head movement that seemed to say- "you heard me right and what can you do about it?"




"you just full of shit" i fired with a hiss without even thinking.



It was the gasp from some of the attendance that actually made me realize my words.



I made an attempt to apologize but madam deputy wasn't having it




'it is you and your generation that is full of shit' she fired back at me raising her voice.



The more they tried to calm her down, the more it seemed to fuel her anger.



I sat quietly knowing i was at fault.


Eventually, she was able to be calm.




One guy in attendance now made a comment ( supporting the deputy pastor's statement condemning homosexuality). He was implying that the damage done was light and that assuming it was same-sex, it would have been beyond redemption.




Trying to contain my anger, i gently tried using religious talk to explain that in Gods sight, no sin is too grave to forgive and there were the ones trying to justify an act by comparing and condemning the other.




You need to see how most of them came for me



They left the matter at hand and began attacking me. In-fact, madam deputy told me to my face that i had "gay written all over my face".



One of the leaders  in attendance asked me to swear that i wasn't gay.



I honestly felt defenseless and cornered.



I simply picked my bag and told them quietly that i was done with them all. And that was it.




The head pastor whose name is Uche tried calling me back but i just kept walking. I forced myself not to cry until i got into the safety of my room and then i bawled my eyes out.



The last time i felt this humiliated was in secondary school. All my insecurities came down on me with full force. I began having a deep hate for homophobes and the bloody religious hypocrites in my fellowship.






A lot of my fellowship members reached out to me after that incident and among them was Uche the head pastor.



Uche was a handsome guy. He was from Ebonyi State. He had a very strong jaw and that gave him a rugged facade. He was tall, had an athletic body and eyes that looked like he was perpetually squinting.



He constantly checked on me to see if i was alright and even though he had apologized on the behalf of his assistant, i still refused to come back to the fellowship. I needed time off ( which he understood and respected my wishes).



One evening, i was eating in the school canteen and Uche walked in. He saw me and brought his food to my table sat with me.  As we ate together, i could see a funny look in his eyes whenever our eyes met. It began to threaten to rain and because i remembered i had hanged clothes outside to dry, i had to leave immediately. Uche told me he wanted us to discuss something important and he will be coming over to my house in a bit.



It was about raining seriously...was he going to come under the rain? - i'd thought to myself.



I didn't think much about it. I simply said "okay" and quickly made my way to my room ( i lived in the boys quarter of a family friend who was a professor residing in the staff quarters).



The heavens opened on me just before i got home and i was soaked. Thankfully, my clothes had been removed by my neighbor.





stripping off my wet clothes, i changed into a yellow fish net underwear which i usually wear when i was indoors alone. As i began folding my clothes and putting things in order, my door opened. Standing right in front of me was pastor Uche looking soaked.




'answer your door mhen...i have been knocking for ages' he giggled.



I hadn't heard a single knock because it was raining heavily and the down pour must have drowned his knock.


While i apologized and explained that it must have been the rain that made me not hear him, my heart stopped when i saw the expression on his face.




MY FISH NET UNDERWEAR!!!!!!



I had completely forgotten i wore them.



I was so embarrassed that i quickly grabbed a shirt to wrap around my waist.




Uche laughed and told me i had nothing to worry about. He said this was my house and i had the rights to wear anything i wanted.... besides, it ( the underwear) looked good on me.




"besides am the one who should be needing clothes" he added.



realizing i hadn't welcomed him, i profusely apologized and asked him to come inside and take off his clothes.




As Uche took off his shirt, i almost fainted. He had such great body. Muscled and well defined.



He handed me his wet shirt which i took and put it on a hanger.


As i turned around, he had removed his shoes and was removing his trousers. I swallowed hard and watched him strip down to his briefs.



I swear, the crotch of his boxer was heavy. i couldn't say if he was erect or not because i could not look at it out of fear.



I handed him one of my dry shirts and he declined. He told me he was comfortable.



I offered him a seat but he preferred the bed ( where i was kneeling and still folding my clothes).



He asked me if the folding can wait and i said "yes". Guess he needed my full attention.



He began telling me how he appreciated my service and how important i was for the fellowship. He also asked me if am interested in becoming the deputy because Chinazo ( his deputy whom i had fallen out with) had threatened to quit the fellowship rather than make peace.



I was honest about how humiliated i felt and he empathized with me.



"is there anything i can do to make you feel better and make it up to you?" he asked with the tone of his voice dropping.



Instinctively, my eyes darted to his penis. From the corner of my eye, i could see something like a wet stain in his crotch area where his dick cap was.


'was he already precuming?'






"you have such nice body...has anyone told you?" he said casually.



i called him a bluff and told him i wanted to loose weight cos i felt my body is embarrassing.




"don't say that...see how nice and clear your skin is...its beautiful.  Don't tell me anyone hasn't told you this before"



I was so shy that i could not talk. My dick was already rising but he couldn't see it because i was still knelling on my bed.




"come here" he said as he tapped the space beside him.




I knew if i moved from my position , he will definitely see my standing cock.



"don't be shy" he said...with kindness laced in his voice as he beckoned me to come to him with one of his hands stretched forth. I could see his cock throb as if on its own accord.


As i made my way to him, his eyes met my erection but his face was indifferent.




leaning on the warmth of his solid chest with my back, he embraced me as if i was his most beloved. He began telling me not to allow anyone bring me down or make me feel less. He told me i was wonderfully made and whoever thinks otherwise was simply ignorant.



Once again, my vulnerability came crashing down on me and i began to sob. 




Uche held me tight as he comforted me. Because the room was getting cold from the heavy down pour, he had to pull the duvet (on my bed ) over us. This made us get into a different cuddling position that now made my body press on his stiff cock and his right hand free enough to roam about my back. He started to caress my back as we spoke quietly. My hand was now idly playing with his chest and occasionally will brush lightly on his nipples.



"i like it when you do that you know?" he said softly.



I brushed my hands over his nipples again and he exhaled softly.



I don't know how to explain it but lying next to Uche felt so natural....as if we have been doing this for years.



I began playing with his nipples while his strong hand kept squeezing the flesh of my love handles and bum.




"you know, you can use your tongue on that" he said while referring to his nipples

I chuckled and went for it. It had been many years i had been with a man and lord knows i have been long over due for some man-loving.

He let out a soft husky gasp as i licked and sucked his nipple. After a moment, he lifted my face to meet his. We gazed briefly into each others eyes and he smiled....then we kissed. First slow and shallow and then, deep, wet and passionate. For several minutes we locked tongue and lips, it felt as if every puzzle missing from my world was been put together. 

I longed for Uche...i began to recall how our first meeting went, how he had been very caring and passionate about his ministry. How i missed this part (sexuality) of him is something that eluded me.

"touch me" he whispered into my mouth as we kissed slowly.

My hands went for his cock and i felt his meat. It was thick....very thick but not very long (maybe 7.8 inches or so) . As i caressed his cock, Uche took my hand and guided it inside his briefs so i can feel it raw. His penis was hot and the skin was so smooth. I could make out the network of veins under the the smoothness of the flesh of his manhood and it was just perfect.

He broke away from me, stood up, removed his wrist watch, kept it on my reading table and took off his briefs. In his full nakedness, he paused for a moment to look at me.

At that instant, he seemed like a god. With his towering height, well sculptured body,  handsome face and personality that commanded respect, nobody could deny this was no ordianary man.

"you look beautiful" he said.

i rolled my eyes in disbelief but he told me to stop it.

He came to me, held my face in his hands and asked me to repeat "i am beautiful" after him.

I hesitated at first but then i muttered it. He insisted i say it confidently and that was when it got me.

I could not.

He kissed me and urged me to speak.

and i did.

He smiled, said 'well done' and brought his lips to mine once more.

We kissed whole heartedly and then his tongue left my lips and found my neck while his strong hands squeezed my both man boobs.

He tongued his way down to my nipples and the way he sucked them made my entire body quiver like crazy.

He licked my tummy and then took my cock in his mouth. The warmth of his mouth on my cock was such a thrill but it was very brief.

He came over me and guided his thick pre-cum dripping cock to my mouth. I took it...i took all of him with all my heart from my mouth.

His dick felt so smooth and nice in my mouth and i loved it.

He asked me to lie on my stomach and i did. 

Slowly, he began to tongue my back and went down the middle of my spine until he got to my ass. He kissed my ass cheeks through the fish net before slowly taking it off. Now Parting my big ass cheek, his tongue targeted my hole. I have never been rimmed before until that day. What happened to my body at that moment was completely beyond explanation. 

 

After spending quality time to eat my hole, he asked me in a whisper (to my ears) where he could find my cream.

I told him it was on the top shelf of my ward robe and he went to get it.

Few seconds later, his mouth was back to my as hole...chewing, sucking and licking it.

He rubbed some cream on my hole and then i felt his cock pushing its way through my rectum. It was painful but he urged me to relax ( which i finally did). He told me he cared so much about me and i believed him. Eventually, after a lot of thrusting, endurance ( from me) and patience ( from him), his thick meat was finally inside me completely.

He fucked me so sweetly that i ended up releasing my cum on the bed sheet without touching my dick. 

His thrust where gentle but firm. He drove his pole deep into my hole in such a way that i felt the impact of the expansion of the stretch it was causing. I felt he wont stop but It was when his hands crept under my body and he felt the wetness of my seed in his hands that he began to heave heavily before letting out a growl. I felt him melt inside me. His rich holy milk baptizing and sanctifying all of my worries and sorrow.

He cuddled me for a while and we went to take our shower together.

Because i wasn't prepared and hadn't taken a dick in many years, i experienced an "accident" which i felt embarrassed about. But Uche told me not to bother. He even  helped wash me when we showered.

We had a moment of confession on how it started for us. Just like me, his last experience was when he was in secondary school in America. (he actually was converted by his friends brother at the time) and since he came to Nigeria, he had not had any encounter.

The rain was still heavy and i begged him to spend the night ( which he agreed thankfully).

I cooked us a meal, we ate, cuddled, fucked, ate, cuddled and fucked again.

we fucked about 5 rounds before day break.

We both continued our affair even after he left for law school after graduating. 

Uche is now a minster and pastoring a branch of one of Nigeria's famous Pentecostal churches. 

Few weeks ago, i visited his church for the first time and he called me up to the alter to introduce me to his congregation. As he spoke (telling them how wonderfully i have blessed his life), his hand which was on my back crept down to my ass and gently squeezed it.

I was so scared but because i knew no one could see what he was doing, i kept my cool.

He is asking me to take the position of his assistant pastor since am job hunting. Well, who am i to say No to such offer?

Written by
N. C