Reverend Dan turned away from me, as if in modesty (!) and pulled his briefs down and off. I gobbled up the visual feast before me as the muscles of his thighs and asscheeks tightened, as the curves of his buns tilted upward, like twin half moons on an axis. The flesh was smooth, tight, everything I could want it to be. It was hard for me to resist pressing up behind him and _f_u_c_k_ing him right then and there. But I had decided at the outset to withhold that favor from the reverend, unless quite on his own, he asked me for it. Eventually he did.
Once the briefs were off, he stood back up straight, and looked about, still with his butt to me, for a place to put them.
"Lay them on your bench there, son!" I told him and he did, carefully as if by attending most consciously to his every move now he might avoid further punishment and humiliation. Then he stood stock still.
"Turn around!" I commanded in a stern voice. He seemed frozen in place, as if it were physically impossible for him to pivot around and give me access to his prick.
"TURN AROUND!" This time he began to turn, but then again, faltered. I grasped the yardstick tight and brought it down with a resounding whack, low on his ivory butt.
With that, Dan DID turn around and I saw that his _c_o_c_k_ was throbbing mercilessly. It would take SO LITTLE to make him cum! I hid the smile of satisfaction this thought naturally produced. Another thing: his pubic hair was mottled in color between the little dark hairs I had seen surrounding his asshole and the bristly gray of his head.
"Now step forward!" and bravely he came to stand in front of me. I pulled a stool over from the workbench and sat.
"A little closer!" obeying which command brought him so close I could smell his fear. I inhaled it deep. It was as pungent and exciting as fumes from some kindled aphrodisiac. _c_o_c_k_ smell. Animal of prey. Hot flesh. Musky butt. MMMMMM.
I put my hand down as if to grasp his _c_o_c_k_ but then stopped just shy of the target. I extended my pointer finger and brought it up under the fine, delicately skinned, fat stem of his _c_o_c_k_ so that it just lightly rested there. Thus I could feel every throb as Dan's penis rose and fell from my finger. I was fascinated. I looked up at his face. He looked as if he could faint.
"Are you alright?" I asked him. The genuine concern in my voice escaped before I could throttle it.
"Yes, sir," he said in a breathless voice.
Then I brought my thumb up over his _c_o_c_k_ and pressed it down gently onto the shaft. I tightened the grip, feeling as I did so the unmistakeable jerks of an imminent unloading of male cargo. Rather than try to help or hinder that process, I simply kept my hand fixed there.
The first sign of ejaculant was a warning dribble. I let go of his _c_o_c_k_, enjoying the way it bounced in the air once it was released. Its red head looked quite merry there, bouncing in elation. Taking the yardstick again and standing up from my stool, I moved slightly to Dan's side and began smacking the front of his thighs, close under his penis and balls. With no direct stimulation to his _c_o_c_k_, he shuddered and spurted five or six thick heavy globs of pale syrup into the air and onto the floor of the shop.
When the last spurt had been released, there was another dribble or two and then finally it stopped, with a milky droplet of cum still lodged at his _c_o_c_k_slit. I gently took that onto my fingertip and tasted it. Nice! Familiar, but nice!
"That's a good boy, Dan!" I said reassuringly. "Now it is YOUR turn to help along MY process of release! Take my _c_o_c_k_ out!"
He looked somewhat alarmed but his hands went to my belt, my waist button and then zipper and soon my jeans and briefs were pushed down to my knees. I think he was startled as indeed I had been moments before, that our _c_o_c_k_s were as close as identical twins, in size, coloration, and state of erection.
"That's good! Now onto your knees, boy!" reasserting the commanding tone.
Dan dropped to his knees - he belonged to me since he had fallen into his orgasm state with me and would do ANYTHING I ordered him to.
"Take me in your mouth, Dan!"
He paused to gather saliva (he was NOT totally ignorant!) and then slipped the fat, sensitive knob of my _c_o_c_k_ between his lips.
"Hold it there! Hold it tight!"
I couldn't avoid letting my excitement show in my voice. How often I'd fantasized something like this happening with the shapely reverend! Much as my finger and thumb had felt the helpless spasms of HIS dick a few minutes ago, so must his lips be feeling mine, pushing itself forward, outward, wanting to spill. I could feel my _c_o_c_k_head butting against something - his tongue?
I jerked my butt back slightly so that my dick flopped out of his hot mouth, just as I knew a first projectile of MY stuff was about to jump. I aimed it to land on his face and it did. Again. And again. Soon the reverend had globs of my cum scaling down his handsome forehead, dripping from the end of his masculine, substantial nose.
I let a breath out slowly and pressed his gooey face against my crotch. Emotions flooded in me. I did not trust myself to speak for a moment.
Finally I said, "Aaahhhhhhhh. This has been very good, Dan, my boy! We must do this again soon!"
He looked up at my face, questioningly. No actor could have created so ambivalent an expression! He wanted it again and he feared it. This was exactly where I wanted to keep him and WOULD for many months of lustful meetings in his shoproom in the building behind his house.