11-25-2025, 11:57 AM
Part 1
Summer had finally arrived, school was out, and Rob wanted to spend his last few months before his 16th birthday making as much money as possible. His grandfather told Rob he would sell him his old car, a classic 1960s Mustang Fastback, for $2,500—a real bargain that still ran great and was worth much more. Rob figured $3,200 would be enough to buy the car, get new tires, and pay his dad's insurance. Last summer he had started a lawnmower business and was already working for four or five neighbors, who all said he could continue this summer.
So, if he could get three or maybe four more clients this summer and charge a bit more for mowing, Rob thought, he could raise the necessary money. His father, Ed, told him that the church had just lost its gardener and that he should speak to Reverend Scott Willington about taking over the church's lawn and garden maintenance until a permanent replacement was found. Rob immediately called the rector and was asked to come to the church office that afternoon to discuss the position.
Rob drove the three kilometers to the church at 2 p.m. and found the pastor already in his office. Scott was standing at the door, shook his hand, and said, "Hi Rob, thanks for coming so quickly; we haven't seen each other for several months." Rob looked a little embarrassed and apologized: "I know, sir, but I've been so busy with school and sports lately that I haven't been able to..." "Oh, I know, I know, boys your age have other priorities."
“You don’t need to apologize, Rob,” his pastor replied with a smile. “I was just trying to tease you, son. Have a seat, I’ll explain the job.” Rob blushed slightly, both because he hadn’t been to church in a while and because of his pastor’s choice of words. “As your father told you, our groundskeeper, Paul, had to leave us last week for a better job in Chicago. So until we find someone, we need someone to mow the lawn, pull the weeds, trim our bushes, water the flowers, and maybe do a few other unrelated things.” Scott explained, “We have a budget of $100 a week, and the job usually takes about a day and a half. Interested, Rob?”
“Oh yes, sir, I’m trying to save enough money to buy my grandfather’s car, and that would be really helpful,” Rob replied excitedly. “That’s great, Rob; the work is physically demanding, but you certainly look fit enough,” Scott said. “Could you help me in the garden and move some boulders for our church ladies to make room for some rose bushes?” “Of course, sir. I lifted weights in school to compete in wrestling, so I’m quite strong,” Rob replied.
“All right, I’ll put on my work trousers, then we can go outside and see how it goes,” Scott said, standing up and taking off his suit and trousers. Rob felt a slight tug in his shorts when he saw the bulge in his pastor’s underwear before he put on his work clothes. He thought, “Oh my God, he looks fatter than my dad,” then shook his head to clear it. They went into the church garden and worked together to pick up a boulder, put it in the wheelbarrow, and carry it to the other side of the garden.
After moving seven large boulders, they were both sweating profusely, and his pastor straightened his back and took off his T-shirt. “You can take yours off too, Rob; we still have to roll these damn things into place for our gardeners and plant the bushes they bought.” As Rob took off his T-shirt, his pastor stared at his stomach and praised him: “Wow, son, you’ve really been working out. I wish I had abs like that.”
“Thanks, and if I may say so, you’re quite muscular yourself, sir,” Rob replied. “Well, I suppose for a forty-year-old, I suppose so. Let’s see if we can finish the bricks, and I’ll buy you a drink… oh, and… you can call me ‘Scott’ instead of all this ‘Sir’ talk,” Scott said. Rob was beginning to discover a side to his Minis… er, well… Scott that he hadn’t previously imagined.
They worked and sweated for another 20 minutes, then gave up. Scott exclaimed, "If the girls don't like it, they can damn well remove these monsters themselves!" Laughing, they returned to the church office, covered in dirt and scratches from clearing away the stones and handling the thorny bushes.
“Before we sit in my leather chairs, how about we take a quick shower to clean up, Rob?” Scott suggested. “Do you have a shower here?” Rob asked. “Sure, it’s one of the few perks of my office, and it’s big enough for two, so you can wash my back and I’ll wash yours,” Scott said, unzipping his shorts and letting them fall to the floor. When Rob hesitated, Scott smiled reassuringly and said, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, kid; you’re not the first man in your family I’ve seen naked.” Scott dropped his underwear and stood completely naked in front of Rob, his penis at half-erect. “Your dad told me you’ve got a very respectable package yourself; so take off those shorts and let’s shower.”
Rob and his open-minded parents had already talked about sex over two years ago, when he entered puberty. His father had shown him how to masturbate, something they had often done together since his teenage years. Last year, they had even engaged in oral sex, sucking each other's penises and swallowing until climax, sometimes while his mother and sister watched. As strange as it might initially seem, suddenly getting the chance to shower with his pastor was an opportunity not to be missed. Rob pulled down his shorts, then his underwear, and stepped into the shower with Scott, who had already rinsed and soaped his chest and arms.
He handed Rob the bar and said, "Please wash my back, son, it's starting to itch a little." Rob took the soap and rubbed it on Scott's back, massaging his muscles with his hands. Then he lowered it to his buttocks and gently washed Scott's bottom, pressing his fingers lightly against his anus. He then knelt down to wash his legs. He raised his hands again as Scott turned around, presenting his hard, long penis directly in front of Rob's face. Rob dutifully washed Scott's testicles and stroked his penis, gently cleaning it with his fingers. Then he stood up and leaned against Scott's body as they kissed for the first time. They opened their mouths and their tongues danced together for a few moments. Scott broke the kiss and turned Rob around so he could wash his back. Mimicking Rob's movements, Scott fell to his knees and washed the boy's bottom.
He licked Rob's anus with his tongue and reached around his waist to take his 12 cm penis in his hands. As Rob began to moan with pleasure, he turned him around and licked Rob's balls and then up his wet shaft. "Oh God, oh shit, please suck me, please, Scott," Rob cried. Scott took the boy's cock completely into his mouth and began sucking it faster and faster, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. "Oh damn, damn, suck my cock... ah... ah... I'm about to come... oh shit... ah, ah... fucking shit..." Rob screamed as he pumped his sperm into his priest's eager mouth. When Rob was finished, Scott stood up and parted the sperm, kissing Rob and pushing it into his mouth. After they had snuggled tightly together, Scott whispered in Rob's ear: "Are you ready for mine, son? Do you think you can take my cock down your throat?"
In response, Rob slid his body onto the shower floor and licked the precum from Scott's cock. He savored the taste as he opened his mouth fully until he took Scott's cock completely inside him. Rob had swallowed other guys' cocks before, of course, even his father's 7-inch one, but never one this big, long, and thick. Scott released him as slowly as he needed and took his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth until it was suddenly all the way down Rob's throat. He moved gently back and forth so Rob could get used to the sensation as he gasped for air. As they found a rhythm, Scott began pumping Rob's throat, slowly at first, then faster as he felt his own semen rising into the shaft. "Oh, damn God, oh shit... shit... shit... you're better than any other boy I've ever had... God... God... better than your father or even your... mother... Rob... oh... oh... shit... I'm coming for you, take it, boy... oh..." Scott felt Rob's mouth filling faster than he could swallow, so he pulled it out and ejaculated all over his face, into his hair... and back into his mouth.
Once the throbbing and contractions had stopped, Scott licked as much semen as he could from the boy's face; the shower water cleaned them both. They dried themselves off, wrapped towels around their hips, and went back to his office. Scott got them two drinks while they relaxed in the chairs and slowly returned to reality. "Rob, that was truly one of the best sessions I've ever had with a boy your age."
“Your father told me how good you are at sucking his cock and that I should find a way to get you to suck mine,” Scott said with an affectionate smile. “And when Paul unexpectedly had to stop, we thought it would be a great opportunity for me to find out how good you are, especially since you need to earn enough money this summer to buy your grandfather’s Mustang.” Rob frantically tried to work out what had just happened, simultaneously confused and delighted by how much fun it was to suck Scott’s cock, and especially by how he sucked it. “Do you really need me to mow the lawn and take care of the church, Scott?” Rob asked.
“Sure, Rob; and as strong as you are, this should be a pretty easy job for $100,” Scott confirmed with a smile. “I imagine you might have some questions about what just happened and what’s going on here, so go ahead, ask me anything.” Rob tried to collect his thoughts and finally asked, “Did you say I sucked your cock better than my dad… and my mom, too? You mean… uh… so, what exactly did you mean when you said… uh… that my dad sucked your cock and my mom, too?” “I guess it just slipped out in the heat of the moment when you had my cock in your mouth, Rob; but yeah, it’s true, your dad and I used to suck each other’s cocks… and your mom loves sucking cocks and just watching,” Scott confessed, his face also flushing slightly. “Let me explain… sit back and relax for the moment, because this might take a while.” Scott got up and this time got himself a couple of beers, handing one to Rob as he sat back down. A minister, especially in our rather modern, liberal church, has to fill many roles: first and foremost, as a spiritual leader to our members and the congregation in general; as a friend and guide to others; and as an advisor and confidant to those who need guidance and direction at certain stages of life. And in that capacity, I often listen to the worries and troubles of people I know well who are having difficulties in life, help them through a crisis, or simply guide them toward solutions to their problems. Excuse me for rambling on, but what do you think so far, Rob? Are these questions or just observations?
"You mean something like a psychiatrist for lunatics?" Rob asked. "Well, no, not quite; although I do sometimes wonder..." Scott mused, chuckling softly. "More mundane, Rob. Usually, it's one or two sessions where we meet with people who confide their problems and confusions to me, and we try to work out solutions together. Sometimes, depending on the nature of their issues, I feel it's necessary and helpful to be more proactive about a behavioral situation they're experiencing, for example, one with a sexual component." "So you met with my parents about a sexual problem they had... you mean, because of me?!" Rob exclaimed. "No, no, not at all because of you, Rob. You seem perfectly normal to me for a horny young teenager exploring this new world," Scott replied, leaning back in his comfortable armchair. "I have a slight confidentiality issue here, as I'm normally forbidden from discussing anything I learn about others with anyone else. But in this case, I spoke to your parents about it, and they agreed that I could share it with you."
“Oh, so you mean Dad and I like to give each other blowjobs while Mom and my sister watch?” “Not exactly, Rob; quite the opposite…” Scott replied, confusing Rob even more. Sorry, Rob, but let me put it more clearly: You helped solve their problems, not create them. Your mother, Ellie, and your father, Ed, came to me for advice a few years ago… and after the usual concerns about overcoming their embarrassment, they told me that while their sex lives were healthy, they left them feeling unfulfilled and they needed more. Your father admitted to being bisexual, just like your mother, and he said he had enjoyed the company of male friends from high school and college, but not since he and your mother got married. I asked them to give me examples of who they were attracted to, and they said they had been attracted to you and Kristie, your younger sister, and even some of your friends. Then they admitted that I was also one of their objects of lust and desire. I tried to explain this to them, assuring them that there was nothing unusual or necessarily wrong with these thoughts, and that many, if not most, of us have similar ones. But unfortunately, talking and acting are two completely different means to an end; and talking was not the right way.
“I know that, Scott. When my father talked to me about masturbation, it wasn’t the same as doing it,” Rob said.
“That’s right, Rob, and that was the lightbulb moment that made me think about a possible solution to their situation,” Scott explained. “I told them to come back next week at the usual time and that I had an idea about the whole thing, but needed a few more days to think about it before I could suggest it. I also told them not to have sex for a week until we could see each other again.”
“Wow, I think I know what you’re getting at,” Rob said. “I’m guessing you’re right, Rob; you’re not only one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever met, but also one of the smartest,” Scott said, staring at the boy’s hardening penis. “Please tell me what happened next week, Scott. Did Mom and Dad come up with your solution?” Rob pleaded.
“They actually did, and I suspect they hoped our meeting would turn into more than just a conversation. I’d called Ellie during the week and asked if they’d be wearing very casual clothes to the next session. She jokingly asked if I meant something easy and quick to take off. I replied, hopefully lightly and amusingly, that that would be a very good idea and that I’d also leave the suit and tie at home.” Scott smiled at Rob and involuntarily noticed that the boy’s penis was now imperceptibly poking out of his towel as he listened attentively and drank his beer.
“When your parents arrived that Wednesday afternoon, your mother was wearing a tennis dress, your father was wearing sweatpants and a polo shirt; I was wearing my running shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I suggested we all get comfortable and sit on my office sofa and chairs. When your mother sat down and spread her legs slightly, it was obvious she was only wearing a thong under her skirt. My chair faced your father, who was trying not to stare up my shorts at my semi-erect penis.” “Ha, that sounds a lot like Dad; he likes to sneak glances at my friends and my sister’s playmates when he thinks they’re not looking,” Rob laughed. “So what did you tell them?” I reassured them they were in a safe environment and asked them to trust me for the next hour, no matter what I told them.
I explained to them that in some cases of sexual dysfunction, a practical, experiential approach was a way to address it, and asked if they wanted to try it. Ellie asked me if I would participate in everything they did, and I emphasized that I would and that they could think of me as a sexual substitute for themselves. "What's a Sir...rah...gate, Scott?" Rob asked, confused but curious. "A substitute is someone who stands in for someone else, a stand-in, so to speak, who plays an important role and helps address a problem by going through it with the person involved, in this case, your parents," Scott explained sheepishly. "In other words, I told them they could use me for sex however they wanted." "What? ...you mean they could do anything they wanted to you?" Rob asked. “Yes, basically, but of course I knew what they were sexually attracted to, and I used that knowledge to guide them; although these things are never an exact science,” Scott explained.
When they accepted my suggestion, I stood up and undressed. I stood naked before them, my penis almost erect. Then I told them they should stand up and undress too. Your father complied immediately, dropping his pants and underwear and taking off his shirt. Scott said, "What about my mother? What did she do?" asked Rob, who was now holding his penis in his hand. "Your mother was a little shocked at that point, staring at two men with hard cocks standing right in front of her for the first time since college. Ed helped her up and unzipped her tennis skirt. He let it fall to the floor. Then he told her to raise her arms, and he pulled her top off. Then he knelt down and gently pulled her thong down. Damn, excuse my language. My mother was completely naked? And then?" Rob gasped. "As you know, your mother is a beautiful woman, with blonde hair, small, perky tits, big, hard nipples, and a very smooth-shaven pussy. She was still in a trance, and when your father noticed how wet she was, he bent over and licked her cunt until she suddenly came to and came back to us. She asked me what they should do now, and I smiled and told them they could do anything they wanted because now was their time to start a new life." to begin. Ellie took the lead and ordered your father to suck my cock so she could watch. Ed needed no further encouragement and crawled over to me, fondled my cock, which was dripping with precum, and opened his mouth to take it in.” “That’s exactly what Dad does to me,” Rob exclaimed. “He loves to go all out. Did he get it all in his mouth the first time?” Rob asked. "Yes, he did. You don't forget how to do that, no matter how long it's been since he last sucked a cock. He sucked my cock for several minutes while Ellie gave him instructions on what she wanted to see. She told me to pull it out of his mouth and slap him in the face with my cock. Then she made me sit down so Ed had to get on all fours to keep me in his mouth. Then she even surprised me by grabbing him from behind, squatting down to pee on his ass, and taking her fingers and shoving them up his ass."
“Oh my God, she did that to Dad and me once while we were giving each other head and they watched,” Rob explained. “They? Who were they, Rob?” Scott asked. “Kristie, two of her friends, and my mom,” Rob replied. “Well, that was one of her fantasies, which she told me about in one of our first counseling sessions. I’m glad they acted it out,” Scott explained. “What did you do when my dad was being fingered?” Rob asked. "When your mother did that, it really blew me away. I told them I was going to come in the next few seconds, and your mother ordered me to come in his mouth, then pull out and come on your father's face. I looked at her, and she was wildly rubbing her pussy while I sprayed my sperm all over his face, his eyes, his nose, and his hair. She dropped to the floor, spread her legs, and told Ed to kiss her so she could taste my sperm, and then to fuck her in the cunt as hard as he could. Your father was up to the task, and I watched as he pounded her with his swollen cock and fucked her mercilessly while they both cursed with pleasure before he
"He ejaculated so much sperm into your mother's cunt that it ran out while he continued fucking her."
“Scott, I’m totally turned on and hard right now because you’re telling me about Mom and Dad,” Rob explained. “What do you want me to do for you, Rob?” Scott asked with a mischievous smile. “Will you suck me again, please, Scott, please…” Rob begged. “You mean ‘bad,’ that’s an adverb,” Scott teased as he stood up and knelt in front of the 15-year-old boy with his 4-inch cock. He’d only had Rob’s cock in his mouth for a minute when Rob grabbed the back of his head and shot a load of cum into Scott’s mouth, more than he’d ever shot before. Scott continued swallowing the boy’s cum and sucking his cock until Rob begged him to stop because it was driving him crazy. Scott kissed him and got them both another beer while they recovered.
Scott looked at Rob and considered whether to continue working with him, offering him the opportunity to earn more money this summer by increasing his hours if he was interested. He had spoken at length with Ed and Ellie about the possibility of using their son as a surrogate to help with the ongoing needs of his flock, as they were increasingly coming to their pastor for advice and to proactively address their various sexual issues. The fact that Rob had enjoyed hearing about his parents' early sexual experiences with him, and that he hadn't hesitated when he asked Scott for another blowjob after their first time in the shower, sealed the deal for him. Scott concluded that he should at least offer Rob the opportunity to work with him as a surrogate.
“I’m glad you’re filling in as our groundskeeper this summer, Rob, and you should be able to earn at least some of what you need to buy that Mustang from your grandfather,” Scott said as they both recovered from the exertions of the past few hours. “Well, working the ten weeks in the summer at our church adds up to a thousand dollars; and maybe another thousand to 1,200 dollars mowing lawns for my neighbors the other days, but I’m still about a thousand dollars short.” Rob did the math, disappointed. “There are other opportunities for you if you’re interested, Rob,” Scott said. “Paul was our janitor and caretaker, but he also helped me out by acting as a sex substitute for some of the people I counsel. Since he has to move back to Chicago, I’m short a replacement. And I’d like to offer you the role of replacement, if that’s something you might like.” “Oh my God, really? … Is this a job I could make money with? … People you see and talk to would be interested in having sex with me?” Rob wondered. “Paul looks very young, but you actually are young; and many of the people I counsel have strong sexual fantasies involving young boys or girls, mostly their own teenagers,” Scott explained. “Paul made $150 to $200 each time he had a play session here with one of the men and women I counsel; each session lasted about 90 minutes, and he usually did two or three sessions a week.” “What would I have to do? Be naked like Mom and Dad and all that other stuff, like giving them head and all that?” Rob asked. "Good questions, Rob, and yes, you would certainly be naked most of the time, and the rest would depend on the other people and their secret desires. I would meet with you before each session and fill you in on all the details: who you would be playing with, what they are looking for, and how their needs could be met with our help."
"Our help? So you'd be there too, and naked?" Rob asked. "Of course, to make the lovemaking the best it can be and to ensure everyone feels safe and comfortable," Scott replied. "You won't be pressured to do anything you don't want to do. Just let me know, and I'll make other arrangements. So, what do you think now, Rob?" "That sounds like a lot of fun, and I can make a lot of money. When can I start?" Rob asked enthusiastically. "Wait a minute, I want you to think about it overnight and talk to your parents about it. I've done that before, so you don't need to be embarrassed in front of them. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your experience and familiarity with sex." "Sure, go ahead and ask, Scott, I'll try to answer as much as I can," Rob said.
"Do you think you can feel comfortable being naked with people you've just met?" "Yes, we're usually naked at home, and other friends are constantly dropping by."
"That's great, Rob; besides, I know you like sucking cocks. Have you sucked many besides your dad and me, of course?" "A few others, some of my school friends, my grandfather; and oh, Mr. Timmins, my gym teacher, and a few wrestling matches after that."
"How about fucking? Have you ever fucked anyone?" "Kristie and I have fucked a few times, and Mom wanted to see me put my cock in Dad's ass, so I did; and... oh, but maybe I shouldn't tell you..."
"It's okay, Rob, you can tell me anything... I'm not judging you."
"So, I fucked Nancy once last fall."
"Nancy? ... do you mean my daughter?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Scott."
"Don't be sorry, Rob; she's also a surrogate mother and fucks anyone who wants her; you'll probably even get several more opportunities to fuck her. Just a few more questions for you: Have you been fucked before, and did you like it, and would it be okay if one of my clients fucked you in the ass?"
"Yes, Mom and Dad fucked me, Mom with her strap-on; and sure, it felt incredible once I got used to it."
That's all for now, Rob. I really enjoyed our time together today and I'm looking forward to spending more time with you in the future, darling. So talk to your parents tonight and call me tomorrow to let me know your decision about whether you want to work as a surrogate with me. I can promise you there will be hard work and emotional challenges, but also lots of fun and joy.
Summer had finally arrived, school was out, and Rob wanted to spend his last few months before his 16th birthday making as much money as possible. His grandfather told Rob he would sell him his old car, a classic 1960s Mustang Fastback, for $2,500—a real bargain that still ran great and was worth much more. Rob figured $3,200 would be enough to buy the car, get new tires, and pay his dad's insurance. Last summer he had started a lawnmower business and was already working for four or five neighbors, who all said he could continue this summer.
So, if he could get three or maybe four more clients this summer and charge a bit more for mowing, Rob thought, he could raise the necessary money. His father, Ed, told him that the church had just lost its gardener and that he should speak to Reverend Scott Willington about taking over the church's lawn and garden maintenance until a permanent replacement was found. Rob immediately called the rector and was asked to come to the church office that afternoon to discuss the position.
Rob drove the three kilometers to the church at 2 p.m. and found the pastor already in his office. Scott was standing at the door, shook his hand, and said, "Hi Rob, thanks for coming so quickly; we haven't seen each other for several months." Rob looked a little embarrassed and apologized: "I know, sir, but I've been so busy with school and sports lately that I haven't been able to..." "Oh, I know, I know, boys your age have other priorities."
“You don’t need to apologize, Rob,” his pastor replied with a smile. “I was just trying to tease you, son. Have a seat, I’ll explain the job.” Rob blushed slightly, both because he hadn’t been to church in a while and because of his pastor’s choice of words. “As your father told you, our groundskeeper, Paul, had to leave us last week for a better job in Chicago. So until we find someone, we need someone to mow the lawn, pull the weeds, trim our bushes, water the flowers, and maybe do a few other unrelated things.” Scott explained, “We have a budget of $100 a week, and the job usually takes about a day and a half. Interested, Rob?”
“Oh yes, sir, I’m trying to save enough money to buy my grandfather’s car, and that would be really helpful,” Rob replied excitedly. “That’s great, Rob; the work is physically demanding, but you certainly look fit enough,” Scott said. “Could you help me in the garden and move some boulders for our church ladies to make room for some rose bushes?” “Of course, sir. I lifted weights in school to compete in wrestling, so I’m quite strong,” Rob replied.
“All right, I’ll put on my work trousers, then we can go outside and see how it goes,” Scott said, standing up and taking off his suit and trousers. Rob felt a slight tug in his shorts when he saw the bulge in his pastor’s underwear before he put on his work clothes. He thought, “Oh my God, he looks fatter than my dad,” then shook his head to clear it. They went into the church garden and worked together to pick up a boulder, put it in the wheelbarrow, and carry it to the other side of the garden.
After moving seven large boulders, they were both sweating profusely, and his pastor straightened his back and took off his T-shirt. “You can take yours off too, Rob; we still have to roll these damn things into place for our gardeners and plant the bushes they bought.” As Rob took off his T-shirt, his pastor stared at his stomach and praised him: “Wow, son, you’ve really been working out. I wish I had abs like that.”
“Thanks, and if I may say so, you’re quite muscular yourself, sir,” Rob replied. “Well, I suppose for a forty-year-old, I suppose so. Let’s see if we can finish the bricks, and I’ll buy you a drink… oh, and… you can call me ‘Scott’ instead of all this ‘Sir’ talk,” Scott said. Rob was beginning to discover a side to his Minis… er, well… Scott that he hadn’t previously imagined.
They worked and sweated for another 20 minutes, then gave up. Scott exclaimed, "If the girls don't like it, they can damn well remove these monsters themselves!" Laughing, they returned to the church office, covered in dirt and scratches from clearing away the stones and handling the thorny bushes.
“Before we sit in my leather chairs, how about we take a quick shower to clean up, Rob?” Scott suggested. “Do you have a shower here?” Rob asked. “Sure, it’s one of the few perks of my office, and it’s big enough for two, so you can wash my back and I’ll wash yours,” Scott said, unzipping his shorts and letting them fall to the floor. When Rob hesitated, Scott smiled reassuringly and said, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, kid; you’re not the first man in your family I’ve seen naked.” Scott dropped his underwear and stood completely naked in front of Rob, his penis at half-erect. “Your dad told me you’ve got a very respectable package yourself; so take off those shorts and let’s shower.”
Rob and his open-minded parents had already talked about sex over two years ago, when he entered puberty. His father had shown him how to masturbate, something they had often done together since his teenage years. Last year, they had even engaged in oral sex, sucking each other's penises and swallowing until climax, sometimes while his mother and sister watched. As strange as it might initially seem, suddenly getting the chance to shower with his pastor was an opportunity not to be missed. Rob pulled down his shorts, then his underwear, and stepped into the shower with Scott, who had already rinsed and soaped his chest and arms.
He handed Rob the bar and said, "Please wash my back, son, it's starting to itch a little." Rob took the soap and rubbed it on Scott's back, massaging his muscles with his hands. Then he lowered it to his buttocks and gently washed Scott's bottom, pressing his fingers lightly against his anus. He then knelt down to wash his legs. He raised his hands again as Scott turned around, presenting his hard, long penis directly in front of Rob's face. Rob dutifully washed Scott's testicles and stroked his penis, gently cleaning it with his fingers. Then he stood up and leaned against Scott's body as they kissed for the first time. They opened their mouths and their tongues danced together for a few moments. Scott broke the kiss and turned Rob around so he could wash his back. Mimicking Rob's movements, Scott fell to his knees and washed the boy's bottom.
He licked Rob's anus with his tongue and reached around his waist to take his 12 cm penis in his hands. As Rob began to moan with pleasure, he turned him around and licked Rob's balls and then up his wet shaft. "Oh God, oh shit, please suck me, please, Scott," Rob cried. Scott took the boy's cock completely into his mouth and began sucking it faster and faster, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back for long. "Oh damn, damn, suck my cock... ah... ah... I'm about to come... oh shit... ah, ah... fucking shit..." Rob screamed as he pumped his sperm into his priest's eager mouth. When Rob was finished, Scott stood up and parted the sperm, kissing Rob and pushing it into his mouth. After they had snuggled tightly together, Scott whispered in Rob's ear: "Are you ready for mine, son? Do you think you can take my cock down your throat?"
In response, Rob slid his body onto the shower floor and licked the precum from Scott's cock. He savored the taste as he opened his mouth fully until he took Scott's cock completely inside him. Rob had swallowed other guys' cocks before, of course, even his father's 7-inch one, but never one this big, long, and thick. Scott released him as slowly as he needed and took his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth until it was suddenly all the way down Rob's throat. He moved gently back and forth so Rob could get used to the sensation as he gasped for air. As they found a rhythm, Scott began pumping Rob's throat, slowly at first, then faster as he felt his own semen rising into the shaft. "Oh, damn God, oh shit... shit... shit... you're better than any other boy I've ever had... God... God... better than your father or even your... mother... Rob... oh... oh... shit... I'm coming for you, take it, boy... oh..." Scott felt Rob's mouth filling faster than he could swallow, so he pulled it out and ejaculated all over his face, into his hair... and back into his mouth.
Once the throbbing and contractions had stopped, Scott licked as much semen as he could from the boy's face; the shower water cleaned them both. They dried themselves off, wrapped towels around their hips, and went back to his office. Scott got them two drinks while they relaxed in the chairs and slowly returned to reality. "Rob, that was truly one of the best sessions I've ever had with a boy your age."
“Your father told me how good you are at sucking his cock and that I should find a way to get you to suck mine,” Scott said with an affectionate smile. “And when Paul unexpectedly had to stop, we thought it would be a great opportunity for me to find out how good you are, especially since you need to earn enough money this summer to buy your grandfather’s Mustang.” Rob frantically tried to work out what had just happened, simultaneously confused and delighted by how much fun it was to suck Scott’s cock, and especially by how he sucked it. “Do you really need me to mow the lawn and take care of the church, Scott?” Rob asked.
“Sure, Rob; and as strong as you are, this should be a pretty easy job for $100,” Scott confirmed with a smile. “I imagine you might have some questions about what just happened and what’s going on here, so go ahead, ask me anything.” Rob tried to collect his thoughts and finally asked, “Did you say I sucked your cock better than my dad… and my mom, too? You mean… uh… so, what exactly did you mean when you said… uh… that my dad sucked your cock and my mom, too?” “I guess it just slipped out in the heat of the moment when you had my cock in your mouth, Rob; but yeah, it’s true, your dad and I used to suck each other’s cocks… and your mom loves sucking cocks and just watching,” Scott confessed, his face also flushing slightly. “Let me explain… sit back and relax for the moment, because this might take a while.” Scott got up and this time got himself a couple of beers, handing one to Rob as he sat back down. A minister, especially in our rather modern, liberal church, has to fill many roles: first and foremost, as a spiritual leader to our members and the congregation in general; as a friend and guide to others; and as an advisor and confidant to those who need guidance and direction at certain stages of life. And in that capacity, I often listen to the worries and troubles of people I know well who are having difficulties in life, help them through a crisis, or simply guide them toward solutions to their problems. Excuse me for rambling on, but what do you think so far, Rob? Are these questions or just observations?
"You mean something like a psychiatrist for lunatics?" Rob asked. "Well, no, not quite; although I do sometimes wonder..." Scott mused, chuckling softly. "More mundane, Rob. Usually, it's one or two sessions where we meet with people who confide their problems and confusions to me, and we try to work out solutions together. Sometimes, depending on the nature of their issues, I feel it's necessary and helpful to be more proactive about a behavioral situation they're experiencing, for example, one with a sexual component." "So you met with my parents about a sexual problem they had... you mean, because of me?!" Rob exclaimed. "No, no, not at all because of you, Rob. You seem perfectly normal to me for a horny young teenager exploring this new world," Scott replied, leaning back in his comfortable armchair. "I have a slight confidentiality issue here, as I'm normally forbidden from discussing anything I learn about others with anyone else. But in this case, I spoke to your parents about it, and they agreed that I could share it with you."
“Oh, so you mean Dad and I like to give each other blowjobs while Mom and my sister watch?” “Not exactly, Rob; quite the opposite…” Scott replied, confusing Rob even more. Sorry, Rob, but let me put it more clearly: You helped solve their problems, not create them. Your mother, Ellie, and your father, Ed, came to me for advice a few years ago… and after the usual concerns about overcoming their embarrassment, they told me that while their sex lives were healthy, they left them feeling unfulfilled and they needed more. Your father admitted to being bisexual, just like your mother, and he said he had enjoyed the company of male friends from high school and college, but not since he and your mother got married. I asked them to give me examples of who they were attracted to, and they said they had been attracted to you and Kristie, your younger sister, and even some of your friends. Then they admitted that I was also one of their objects of lust and desire. I tried to explain this to them, assuring them that there was nothing unusual or necessarily wrong with these thoughts, and that many, if not most, of us have similar ones. But unfortunately, talking and acting are two completely different means to an end; and talking was not the right way.
“I know that, Scott. When my father talked to me about masturbation, it wasn’t the same as doing it,” Rob said.
“That’s right, Rob, and that was the lightbulb moment that made me think about a possible solution to their situation,” Scott explained. “I told them to come back next week at the usual time and that I had an idea about the whole thing, but needed a few more days to think about it before I could suggest it. I also told them not to have sex for a week until we could see each other again.”
“Wow, I think I know what you’re getting at,” Rob said. “I’m guessing you’re right, Rob; you’re not only one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever met, but also one of the smartest,” Scott said, staring at the boy’s hardening penis. “Please tell me what happened next week, Scott. Did Mom and Dad come up with your solution?” Rob pleaded.
“They actually did, and I suspect they hoped our meeting would turn into more than just a conversation. I’d called Ellie during the week and asked if they’d be wearing very casual clothes to the next session. She jokingly asked if I meant something easy and quick to take off. I replied, hopefully lightly and amusingly, that that would be a very good idea and that I’d also leave the suit and tie at home.” Scott smiled at Rob and involuntarily noticed that the boy’s penis was now imperceptibly poking out of his towel as he listened attentively and drank his beer.
“When your parents arrived that Wednesday afternoon, your mother was wearing a tennis dress, your father was wearing sweatpants and a polo shirt; I was wearing my running shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I suggested we all get comfortable and sit on my office sofa and chairs. When your mother sat down and spread her legs slightly, it was obvious she was only wearing a thong under her skirt. My chair faced your father, who was trying not to stare up my shorts at my semi-erect penis.” “Ha, that sounds a lot like Dad; he likes to sneak glances at my friends and my sister’s playmates when he thinks they’re not looking,” Rob laughed. “So what did you tell them?” I reassured them they were in a safe environment and asked them to trust me for the next hour, no matter what I told them.
I explained to them that in some cases of sexual dysfunction, a practical, experiential approach was a way to address it, and asked if they wanted to try it. Ellie asked me if I would participate in everything they did, and I emphasized that I would and that they could think of me as a sexual substitute for themselves. "What's a Sir...rah...gate, Scott?" Rob asked, confused but curious. "A substitute is someone who stands in for someone else, a stand-in, so to speak, who plays an important role and helps address a problem by going through it with the person involved, in this case, your parents," Scott explained sheepishly. "In other words, I told them they could use me for sex however they wanted." "What? ...you mean they could do anything they wanted to you?" Rob asked. “Yes, basically, but of course I knew what they were sexually attracted to, and I used that knowledge to guide them; although these things are never an exact science,” Scott explained.
When they accepted my suggestion, I stood up and undressed. I stood naked before them, my penis almost erect. Then I told them they should stand up and undress too. Your father complied immediately, dropping his pants and underwear and taking off his shirt. Scott said, "What about my mother? What did she do?" asked Rob, who was now holding his penis in his hand. "Your mother was a little shocked at that point, staring at two men with hard cocks standing right in front of her for the first time since college. Ed helped her up and unzipped her tennis skirt. He let it fall to the floor. Then he told her to raise her arms, and he pulled her top off. Then he knelt down and gently pulled her thong down. Damn, excuse my language. My mother was completely naked? And then?" Rob gasped. "As you know, your mother is a beautiful woman, with blonde hair, small, perky tits, big, hard nipples, and a very smooth-shaven pussy. She was still in a trance, and when your father noticed how wet she was, he bent over and licked her cunt until she suddenly came to and came back to us. She asked me what they should do now, and I smiled and told them they could do anything they wanted because now was their time to start a new life." to begin. Ellie took the lead and ordered your father to suck my cock so she could watch. Ed needed no further encouragement and crawled over to me, fondled my cock, which was dripping with precum, and opened his mouth to take it in.” “That’s exactly what Dad does to me,” Rob exclaimed. “He loves to go all out. Did he get it all in his mouth the first time?” Rob asked. "Yes, he did. You don't forget how to do that, no matter how long it's been since he last sucked a cock. He sucked my cock for several minutes while Ellie gave him instructions on what she wanted to see. She told me to pull it out of his mouth and slap him in the face with my cock. Then she made me sit down so Ed had to get on all fours to keep me in his mouth. Then she even surprised me by grabbing him from behind, squatting down to pee on his ass, and taking her fingers and shoving them up his ass."
“Oh my God, she did that to Dad and me once while we were giving each other head and they watched,” Rob explained. “They? Who were they, Rob?” Scott asked. “Kristie, two of her friends, and my mom,” Rob replied. “Well, that was one of her fantasies, which she told me about in one of our first counseling sessions. I’m glad they acted it out,” Scott explained. “What did you do when my dad was being fingered?” Rob asked. "When your mother did that, it really blew me away. I told them I was going to come in the next few seconds, and your mother ordered me to come in his mouth, then pull out and come on your father's face. I looked at her, and she was wildly rubbing her pussy while I sprayed my sperm all over his face, his eyes, his nose, and his hair. She dropped to the floor, spread her legs, and told Ed to kiss her so she could taste my sperm, and then to fuck her in the cunt as hard as he could. Your father was up to the task, and I watched as he pounded her with his swollen cock and fucked her mercilessly while they both cursed with pleasure before he
"He ejaculated so much sperm into your mother's cunt that it ran out while he continued fucking her."
“Scott, I’m totally turned on and hard right now because you’re telling me about Mom and Dad,” Rob explained. “What do you want me to do for you, Rob?” Scott asked with a mischievous smile. “Will you suck me again, please, Scott, please…” Rob begged. “You mean ‘bad,’ that’s an adverb,” Scott teased as he stood up and knelt in front of the 15-year-old boy with his 4-inch cock. He’d only had Rob’s cock in his mouth for a minute when Rob grabbed the back of his head and shot a load of cum into Scott’s mouth, more than he’d ever shot before. Scott continued swallowing the boy’s cum and sucking his cock until Rob begged him to stop because it was driving him crazy. Scott kissed him and got them both another beer while they recovered.
Scott looked at Rob and considered whether to continue working with him, offering him the opportunity to earn more money this summer by increasing his hours if he was interested. He had spoken at length with Ed and Ellie about the possibility of using their son as a surrogate to help with the ongoing needs of his flock, as they were increasingly coming to their pastor for advice and to proactively address their various sexual issues. The fact that Rob had enjoyed hearing about his parents' early sexual experiences with him, and that he hadn't hesitated when he asked Scott for another blowjob after their first time in the shower, sealed the deal for him. Scott concluded that he should at least offer Rob the opportunity to work with him as a surrogate.
“I’m glad you’re filling in as our groundskeeper this summer, Rob, and you should be able to earn at least some of what you need to buy that Mustang from your grandfather,” Scott said as they both recovered from the exertions of the past few hours. “Well, working the ten weeks in the summer at our church adds up to a thousand dollars; and maybe another thousand to 1,200 dollars mowing lawns for my neighbors the other days, but I’m still about a thousand dollars short.” Rob did the math, disappointed. “There are other opportunities for you if you’re interested, Rob,” Scott said. “Paul was our janitor and caretaker, but he also helped me out by acting as a sex substitute for some of the people I counsel. Since he has to move back to Chicago, I’m short a replacement. And I’d like to offer you the role of replacement, if that’s something you might like.” “Oh my God, really? … Is this a job I could make money with? … People you see and talk to would be interested in having sex with me?” Rob wondered. “Paul looks very young, but you actually are young; and many of the people I counsel have strong sexual fantasies involving young boys or girls, mostly their own teenagers,” Scott explained. “Paul made $150 to $200 each time he had a play session here with one of the men and women I counsel; each session lasted about 90 minutes, and he usually did two or three sessions a week.” “What would I have to do? Be naked like Mom and Dad and all that other stuff, like giving them head and all that?” Rob asked. "Good questions, Rob, and yes, you would certainly be naked most of the time, and the rest would depend on the other people and their secret desires. I would meet with you before each session and fill you in on all the details: who you would be playing with, what they are looking for, and how their needs could be met with our help."
"Our help? So you'd be there too, and naked?" Rob asked. "Of course, to make the lovemaking the best it can be and to ensure everyone feels safe and comfortable," Scott replied. "You won't be pressured to do anything you don't want to do. Just let me know, and I'll make other arrangements. So, what do you think now, Rob?" "That sounds like a lot of fun, and I can make a lot of money. When can I start?" Rob asked enthusiastically. "Wait a minute, I want you to think about it overnight and talk to your parents about it. I've done that before, so you don't need to be embarrassed in front of them. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your experience and familiarity with sex." "Sure, go ahead and ask, Scott, I'll try to answer as much as I can," Rob said.
"Do you think you can feel comfortable being naked with people you've just met?" "Yes, we're usually naked at home, and other friends are constantly dropping by."
"That's great, Rob; besides, I know you like sucking cocks. Have you sucked many besides your dad and me, of course?" "A few others, some of my school friends, my grandfather; and oh, Mr. Timmins, my gym teacher, and a few wrestling matches after that."
"How about fucking? Have you ever fucked anyone?" "Kristie and I have fucked a few times, and Mom wanted to see me put my cock in Dad's ass, so I did; and... oh, but maybe I shouldn't tell you..."
"It's okay, Rob, you can tell me anything... I'm not judging you."
"So, I fucked Nancy once last fall."
"Nancy? ... do you mean my daughter?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Scott."
"Don't be sorry, Rob; she's also a surrogate mother and fucks anyone who wants her; you'll probably even get several more opportunities to fuck her. Just a few more questions for you: Have you been fucked before, and did you like it, and would it be okay if one of my clients fucked you in the ass?"
"Yes, Mom and Dad fucked me, Mom with her strap-on; and sure, it felt incredible once I got used to it."
That's all for now, Rob. I really enjoyed our time together today and I'm looking forward to spending more time with you in the future, darling. So talk to your parents tonight and call me tomorrow to let me know your decision about whether you want to work as a surrogate with me. I can promise you there will be hard work and emotional challenges, but also lots of fun and joy.