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Guy From Church

Posted by: Age: 23 at the time Posted on: 7 comments
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The first of a few guys from my church who came on to me

It was my first year teaching at a conservative Christian school. I was fresh out of college at 23, I identified as straight, and I was single. There was another new teacher that year, Jon, who was the gym teacher, and he was a year older than I. He had dark hair and a full beard. He was a newlywed. One day in the stairwell after school we ran into each other and stopped to chat briefly. During the conversation he commented that if anyone had told him a year earlier that he'd be married now, he wouldn't have believed them. I'm not sure why, but something in the way he said that made me wonder why he would say that. Was it because he wasn't into women but liked guys? I didn't know for sure, but I wondered whether he had been in a relationship with a guy and had turned to religion to go straight and was now married. I honestly don't know what triggered that response in me, but there was a part of me that thought, hmm, he's like me in that he notices guys. Every fall we had a teachers' retreat at a bible camp a few hours' drive away. We stayed in cinder block dorm-style rooms. I was assigned a room with Jon. The rooms were like hotel rooms with two twin beds and a bathroom. The first day there, I was with one of the older male teachers and we went to my room to see if Jon was ready to go to dinner. We opened the door to our room, which looked into the bathroom and there was Jon, sitting on the toilet naked, taking a dump. The older teacher, said, "Whoa!" But Jon didn't act like anything was weird, and he started a conversation with us, so the older teacher and I just kept chatting and didn't bat an eye. I wasn't from the same conservative background, and I was used to guys being naked with each other, but I thought maybe since they were Christians, it wasn't a big deal even if one of the guys was sitting on the toilet. After Jon finished, he wiped his ass like it was no big deal and got up, flushed the toilet, threw on some clothes, and we went to dinner. I didn't usually wipe my ass in front of people, but since no one was acting like that was unusual, I didn't either. And Jon looked kind of sexy naked, so I didn't complain. After dinner Jon and I went back to our room, and he immediately stripped down to his boxer shorts. He had a nice hairy chest and hairy legs, so I didn't complain. He explained that he was more comfortable in just his boxers and that was all he wore at home and if he could, that would be all he'd wear ever. I was more in awe of someone that comfortable in his own skin, so, again, I thought that I was the perv since I was sexualizing it, whereas I thought he was a Christian and it never dawned on him that this was sexualized in any way. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, so I stripped down to my bikini briefs and we each sat on our beds and watched TV. He got out his Bible to read before bed, but then we turned out the lights and went to sleep. The next morning, we woke up, and the curtains were closed, so the room was still dark. Jon said that his wife always gave him back rubs because his back would be sore when he woke up, and since she wasn't here, he wondered whether I would give him a back rub. I was cool with touching his near-naked body, so I said I would. He got up, wearing only his boxers, and he lay face down on my bed. I straddled him, wearing only my bikini briefs, and I sat on his butt and proceeded to give him a back rub, starting with his neck and shoulders. I was taking my time and trying to be firm but without inflicting pain. He asked if I could concentrate on his lower back as that was where he was tight. I said sure, but I still worked my way down at my own pace, since it felt good to touch his back. I was glad that I wasn't getting too aroused by it. It felt good, but I didn't have an erection. When I finally worked my way down to his lower back, I massaged his muscles, using my thumbs to rub on either side of his spine. His vocalizations indicated that it felt good, so I kept going. I went down to the elastic waistband on his boxers and debated how bold I should be. I decided to go ahead, letting my fingers slip below his waistband, feeling the top of his butt. I didn't want him to think anything of it, so I slipped my hands out of his boxers and continued massaging on top of his boxers, but I let my hands move down to his butt cheeks. I continued to knead his ass, but then moved back to his lower back, fully aware that I was starting to get sexually aroused by what I was doing and by his vocal responses. In order to avoid popping a boner, I jumped down below his boxers and massaged my way down his legs, focusing on one leg at a time. From an arousal standpoint, that might not have been a great idea since he had hairy legs that I found very attractive and I got a thrill from running my hands over them. When I worked my way up to the top of his legs, I worried about how far up to go. I wanted to go all the way, but I was afraid he would stop and say, "Aha! I knew you were gay, so I asked you to massage me as a test!" I feared he would run to tell the headmaster and I would lose my job. It never dawned on me that he was as aroused as I was. So I worked my way up as far as I dared to go and enjoyed the small thrill that sent through me. He spread his legs to accommodate me, which I should have recognized as a sign of his level of enjoyment, but I was too paranoid to totally relax and give in to it. After I had massaged his legs, I went back to his back. I started again at his shoulders and leaned way forward, letting my package press against his ass crack. I wasn't totally hard so I thought it would be innocent, and if I acted like I had to do that to reach his shoulders, it wouldn't seem weird. I was afraid I would start leaking pre-cum through my underwear, but it was still dark in the room and he was face down on the bed, so I didn't think he could see it if I did. I worked my way down his back again and then focused on his lower back as he had originally asked. I started getting into it and developed a rhythm that got faster and faster, and harder and harder. Soon I was bouncing the entire bed as if I were humping him, but I kept going. He wasn't complaining, so I kept going. My cock was mashed against his ass and finally I panicked, thinking I might shoot in my underwear, so I stopped and said that was enough. I said that I had to go to the bathroom. He just lay there on my bed and didn't move to get up. I was too worried about myself at the time, but now I realize that he was probably aroused and hard, so he decided to lie there until his boner went down. Or maybe he shot in his boxers, or he was waiting for me leave so he could jack off after I left. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I jerked off and shot on the wall of the shower. When I came out, he was lying on his bed. He went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out, he remained naked and went over to the window and looked out, totally exposing himself to anyone who might walk by. He took his time getting dressed, which I didn't mind, but I was sure that people outside could see him, so I realized then that he was an exhibitionist. That was the extent of our messed up, closeted massage action, but I remember it fondly. I do regret being too naive and too paranoid to read the signals he was so clearly giving. I think that we might have had even more fun that week, but I also think, as I found out with other guys from that church, that sex play was okay as long as we didn't acknowledge it or call it what it was.

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