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AND AN ORIGINAL EROTIC SHORT STORY

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My Preacher friend

By Richard de Orizaba

One of the more interesting people I met while in college was Douglas McFarland. He was a married divinity student and a very good looking man. His wife was Mexican and they had a 5 year old little girl named Elisa. Our friendship grew out of our constant interchange in religious discussions, as he was being trained to be in the Jesus business and I was a stout agnostic. But there was more to Doug than his uptight, stoic appearance. Doug was falling in love with me but would repress his feelings as one might expect. I knew better, I caught him a couple of times watching me in compromising looks, be it his eyes looking at my crotch or him looking at my mouth and sort unintentionally licking his lips with his tongue. Body language sometimes can tell a lot about a person, Doug was not just talking with his language, he was screaming it.

The funny thing was that Doug was not totally convinced about his calling. He told me he had doubts and once he got his Divinity degree and started to get involved in the church he ran into the hierarchy and the bullshit of the dogma. The things that made him most angry was the hypocrisy and the double standards. It also bothered him that Christians were actually passing judgment on others when that was really a job that belonged to God.

In essence, Doug never actually got to preach a single sermon. He was so despondent and disappointed at the church that he actually made a 180 degree turn and became a butcher. His wife was a school teacher and a protestant, but eventually she agreed with his assessment of the church and was at peace with his decision. I was a frequent guest for dinner, and grateful to be invited since it was the only time I got to actually eat a good cut of beef. Doug brought home the best sirloin, Porterhouse and filet mignon and I was fortunate not to eat dorm food.

Then one day it happened. Doug and I went camping without his wife and daughter because she was having cramps from her period and urged us to go alone. Everything was fine until the night when it was rather nippy and Doug crawled into my sleeping bag. He first embraced me then his hands started to travel. It was my chest, caressing my arms, then my hips and eventually he visited the house where my manhood lives. I can not begin to tell you the surprise Doug got. When he put his hand around my schlong and actually could determine the size, he was overwhelmed. He then went under the blanket and actually went down on me. Doug could not get enough of my cock. He licked my balls, ran his tongue up and down the shaft, played with the foreskin and then he sat on it. I mean, not one drop of spit or lube, he actually had me penetrate him totally raw.

It was the liveliest fucking we were doing, he enjoying it and so was I when suddenly the guy turns religious on me. He was reaching a climax and started to say: “Mercy, Holy Mother of God, Sweet Jesus, ah ah ah, I am going to shoot, Oh, fuck, I am cumming! And so did I.

Doug and his wife eventually divorced and he lived a very lively gay life until one day he wrapped his car around a telephone pole. He survived the accident but had some very serious damage done to his pretty face. Doug sleeps with his eyes open as he ca not close his eyelids as a result of the car accident. I have not heard from Doug in a long time.