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
