THE GUEST PASTOR

I am very active in the local assembly where i worship and because of that, i am entrusted with lots of responsibilities.

It happened that we were expecting a guest pastor (who happens to be quite famous ) to preach in our church harvest and there was a lot of preparations to ensure that everything turned successful.

For several weeks, we planned by donating generously and making sure that nothing was left pending for the event.

The plan was that guest preacher was to arrive on Friday, prepare on Saturday, minister on Sunday and leave on Monday.

On Friday, myself, my pastor, his wife and the leaders of groups in my church went in covoy to the airport to welcome the pastor.

Also, may i add that out of all the workers, i was the one commissioned to ensure he ( the guest minister)  was well taken care of.

After a long wait  at the  airport due to some delays, his flight  arrived. As we waited at the terminal to give him a warm reception,  i sighted him approaching and in that instant, i didn't need any prophet to tell me he was GAY!!!!...

 He was so prestine, clean and very good looking. Even his nails where perfectly manicured . He was far more handsome than what he looked like on TV. 

My pastor began introducing the team to him one after the other. When he got to me, i literally felt a jolt in my stomach.

"and who is the handsome fellow" the guest minister asked as we shook hands. 

DAMN...his hands where so soft and smooth.

My pastor excitedly introduced me while mentioning that i was the one who was given the task to ensure his ( the guest pastor) stay would be worthwhile.

"excellent choice.....as if i knew.  Praise God" the guest pastor said as he handed me his hand luggage with a wink and smile.

If i could blush, i would have been all 50 shades of red. 

i was nervous as fuck!!. I could tell there was a spark between us but most of all, I was afraid someone would notice what was going on. 

I simply pretended like I didnt noticed the wink as I took his luggage and walked to the car.

We all drove to the hotel and he cheked in. As my pastor informed him that he will be coming to pick him for a dinner that night, the guest pastor requested i stay behind because he had one or two things i needed to help him with.

I almost felt like fainting cos it was clear this man was upto something. But i kept my cool and stayed back.

Once they left, the pastor brought out a steam iron and clothes from his bag for me to iron. As i ironed, he began asking me questions of which i answered cordially.

He took a shower and once he stepped into the room, the entire suit smelt like the garden of Eden. Whatever product he was using was wonderful. No wonder his skin was fine as silk.

From the corner of my eyes, I could figure out he was stark naked but I dared not look directly at him.

"Seems you do a lot of workout" he asked as another fresh fragrance overwhelmed the room. He was moisturizing his body. 

I told him I work out at least 4 times a day and in response, he told me worked out daily because he had a gym in his house. 

"Maybe that is why my body is hotter than yours" he chuckled. 

As if by reflex action, my eyes immediately darted to him. 

He was still completely naked and no doubt was built. But I could clearly tell his physique and muscle definition wasn't as good as mine.  (Maybe because I was younger). Also, his penis; though flaccid, hanged handsomely on his waist. He no doubt had a big one. But still not a big as mine. 

My throat instantly went dry as i swallowed hard his nakedness. Being flesh and blood, I instantly got an erection.

"I dont think so" I managed to say as I forcefully pulled my eyes away from his nakedness. 

"Take off your shirt let's see" he jocund  but with an air of command. 

I knew I was more muscular than him and something in me wanted to show off and show him I had it better. 

It was when I had taken off my shirt that I remembered who he was. This was a pastor. A "man of the cloth". The reality that hit me that instant almost deflated my cock. But before I could think of what next to do or say, he was already right in front of me. His penis had gained few inches and girth...clearly he was already getting aroused. 

His hands touched my chest, caressed my nipples and tickled my belly button (which Is super sensitive and a huge turn on). 

Honestly, I was scared. I didn't know what to do or say. 

Seemed he noticed my agitation and  discomfort because he kept saying - "dont worry.....i got you...relax" 

And relax I did.

He stepped closer to me until our chest touched. His hand cropped my crotch as his mouth met my neck. 

"You have it big too....I love that" he moaned as he tongued my neck so lovingly I could feel my dick cry out in agony and vengeance. He just knew all the spots that needed attention. 

His mouth left my neck and began travelling all over my body in such careful precision that I began to wonder if I was really on earth or had died and gone to paradise.

He undid my belt buckle, unfastened my jean button, zipped down my fly, gently tucked his hands Into my briefs and brought out my 10 inches dick. 

He smiled with joy as he held my meat in his hands.  Clearly, he loved it. 

Licking his way from my stomach down to my belly button and pubes, his tongue finally met my turgid penis. 

As the warmth of his mouth engulfed and sank down my shaft slowly, my knees buckled and my ass muscle stiffened. 

It was "that good".

After a brief attention on my dick, he stood upright and looked into my eyes. 

As we locked eyes, I felt a strange sense of calmness and peace that was almost spell like. Our lips locked in such delicate passion that literally consumed all my senses. 

I felt the smoothness of his back...the softness of his buttocks...the entire softness of his muscle body was just perfect.

I wasnt aware of removing my trousers because everything seemed like I was in a trance. 

I watched him lay on the bed, spat on his hands and rubbed his spit on his very smooth pretty looking man pussy. 

I blurted out asking if he had condoms and his response shocked me.

He looked a bit offended without having to give any faciall expression.

"If you don't trust yourself then I suggest you go no further or check the wallet on the table".

" TRUST MYSELF????"

"WALLET ON THE TABLE????"

I was confused. 

"Was this pastor going around with condoms? ....does he want me; a total stranger to have raw sex with him?"

Several thoughts where going through my mind.  And as if to read my mind, he swore on anything  sacred that he wasn't  promiscuous.  He explained  that the condom in his wallet has been there for ages  and I shouldn't be surprised if it was already expired.

I looked at him and couldnt find a shadow of lie lurking in his eyes.

"I know you are a trustworthy and good man. Right from when I saw you at the airport, my spirit was drawn to you. Didnt you feel it to?"

He knew that I knew he wasnt lying. 

Of a certain, I felt a spark when i set eyes on him at the airport. 

"....i do believe you are a honourable man and am willing to put that to a test" he continued. His voice so gentle and convincing 

He started inserting his fine well manicured finger into his hole very slowly as his other hand fiddled with his nipples. 

He was extremely perfect.

My cock now was in full attention and I desperately wanted my cock to replace those fingers of his that was buried in his hole. 

I heaved, spat on my hands and rubbed it on my dick. While doing that, I realised I was already precumming heavily so my penis was already ultra wet (with the aid of the saliva). 

I got on the bed and positioned myself over him. 

He held my cock in his soft hand and guided me into his hole as we looked each other eye to eye. 

The way his pussy opened up to recieve my dick without any pause or obstruction (despite the size) proved to me that his pussy was a well trained Olympic gold medalist. 

Surprisingly, his hole was not loose. His walls held my dick very well and was very juicy and deep. The more I pushed deeper, the more it seemed like I was exploring new depths. 

I held his body tight and never let his lips leave mine for a single second. We kissed and fucked simultaneously until he began to announce his cumming with moans and whispers. I drove into him graciously as he released on our pressed stomachs where his cock was sandwiched. 

In a short moment, my sperm began  bidding my balls farewell as they escaped from  my dick with such mad rush into his soft sweet hole

After I came, that was when it dawned on me. 

I began to feel guilty even though I didnt want to withdraw my pole from his cum soaked hole. 

There was a brief silence between us after we had caught our breath. He asked me if I wanted to shower and I said yes. 

As I took my shower, he leaned on the bathroom door and watched me with admiration like we where already a couple.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

I mumbled "fine" and asked him if he was okay.

He nodded his head and told me he loved every inch of my cock.

After a brief moment, he spoke...

"You don't need to feel guilty about anything.  There is no shame or fear in love...and we just made one ". He said this earnestly that I believed him instantly. 

As I dressed up, he came behind me and kissed my neck lovingly. 

I told him I had to go home and dress for the dinner but he offered to give me  his clothes (he didnt want me to leave). I took his offer because I didn't want it to seem like I was running away because i was still feeling guilty.

We talked some more (this time more privately) about ourselves and how life has been dealing with us. He was very honest to the core and I saw him beyond his pastoral calling.

 Just like me, he loves God and had been called to serve. 

He was gay before he got called . After he got called, he got married (to a woman) because he thought that was the best remedy. But his marriage suffered greatly due to lack of intimacy and it had to end.

He begged me to relocate to his city and be his P.A because we would always be together and travel the world without being questioned. Also, the salary was good. But because everything was just too unreal and happening too fast, I told him I will think about it. 

We went for the dinner party with my pastor and all through the moment, we kept looking at each other. My dick was just hard all through because i still could feel the sweet sensation of his man-pussy on my cock.

Unfortunately, my pastor invited another pastor who wanted to have a meeting with the guest pastor and they all had to leave together to his hotel while i went back home.

The next day (Saturday) was very busy for us. One meeting after another ( for him) and too many errands to run for the church and for family (on my part).

We barely had time talkless of "alone moment". I really was craving him so bad like a fish stranded on the shore. It felt as if i would fall sick if i didn't touch or kiss him. It was that bad.

The next day being Sunday, i sat quietly on my seat pondering over everything as i looked at him sitting on the stage looking so anointed and refined. 

"Who would imagine that i fucked this man and came inside him two nights ago?" i wondered to myself

 As if by some magic or telepathy, his gaze fell on me in that instant.

 How he was able to spot me in the congregation in one take is something i can not explain.

He smiled at me and a soothing energy filled me. There was something truly divine about him.

After he was welcomed with a standing  ovation  to take the over the service, he asked everyone to hug someone and welcome them to church. As the congregation greeted one another, he left the pulpit, walked towards me and gave me a big warm hug. I felt the hardness of his penis press on mine as we hugged.

"i miss you so much...I love you" he whispered in my ear.

"Me too" i replied. 

He shook the hands of few people (who where almost tumbling over themselves to greet him) before he walked back to the  podium to take over the service.

It was such a powerful service. Lives where touched and saved. There was no question concerning his calling.  Clearly, God was with him regardless of him being gay.

After church service, several pastors who came as guests wanted to meet with him but he declined all. He had barely slept since he arrived and needed to rest. He told my pastor not to worry about accompanying him to the hotel but nevertheless, suggested i drive him instead. My pastor understood.

When we got to the hotel room, we hugged and kissed passionately. He didn't want sex. He just wanted to sleep in my arms. So, we undressed, got under the covers, switched off our phones and slept.

I was awakened by his soft kisses. I took him in arms and kissed him so much more. 

We rolled on the sheets and then i got ontop of him. I kissed and licked every inch of his beautiful body while he gasped and shivered at my touch. I took his meat in my mouth and even though am not a blow job giver, i did it to please him. His dick was thick and his dick cap was thicker (like the shape of a mushroom). 

I raised his legs and put my face in-between his ass cheeks....licking...sucking and tonging his love hole. His ass hole was so smooth and very soft. No wonder he could recieve my dick with just saliva as lubricant. 

By the time i was done eating him, he was already begging me to take him. And take him i did.

I fucked him passionately until i exploded deep inside him.

We knew we would miss each other when he leaves the next day so we tried to spend every moment together.

We fucked in the shower and on the hotel window with the curtains opened over looking the city lights. It was night and we where on the 15th floor so there were no worries over getting seen.

I asked him to hand over his wallet and he did without question . I saw a condom no doubt but it looked pretty old and was expired. He wasn't lying.

The following day, i drove him to the airport with my pastor and could barely watch him walk away. I had to restrain myself from causing a scene (either by crying or kissing him).

We still speak every day and i can swear he has taken a huge part of me with him. I love him dearly  with every fibre of my being but there is something deep inside me that bothers me about going into a full fledged relationship with a pastor. 

 He is still patiently waiting for me to accept his offer of being his personal assistant.  

what do i do?

written by

Obed A.