- Anything Goes -
Straight Male / 43
The Devil In The Details
After my divorce, I started seeing a therapist. I never wanted to go, but loneliness took its toll on me, I suppose, and I caved. Following several session and confessing all my wrongs, my therapist suggested I join a local men's group at a church he also attended and, reluctantly, I did. I was so unsure about joining. Pictured a bunch of older, dad-types, hanging around talking about sports and Jesus. Sure didn't seem like my thing, but I went. One of the primary focuses on my therapy was my porn addiction. Yes, I was (am) a porn addict. Couple that with being a chronic masturbator and you can easily guess one of the reasons my marriage went off the rails. So, it was difficult enough telling my therapist all this, I certainly wasn't going to tell a bunch of Bible-thumpers.
Like "Hi Steve, no I didn't watch the game. I was too busy stroking my cock and watching dad and daughter shower videos.". Not sure that would have went over well in the church basement.
But, I went. I met some great dudes. In all honesty, it was good to talk and hang out and not think about anything sexual. We were just guys. No preachy-shit, just guys hanging out.
The leader of the group was also the Youth Pastor at the church. Younger than me, mid-thirties, super positive guy, manly without being manly type. Very athletic, perfect beard. Shirts that always fit perfectly; you know, one of "those guys". He was married to this bubbly little gal who would sometimes pop in with food or sodas. I know it was wrong, but I jerked off thinking of her several times after first meeting her. I used to picture the two of them together; perfect guy and perfect girl fucking like mad. Those thoughts were hard to escape, and I had to force myself not to make things sexual most of the time.
Eventually the group dwindled down to just four of us, and even then, not everyone would show up on meeting night.
The day came when it was just me and the Youth Pastor (we'll call him Tim). We sat around and talked about our jobs, what we did all week. It wasn't really going anywhere. No silly bantering like we had when we had a group of guys. I was just about to leave when Tim asked me why I joined the group in the first place. I told him about my therapist and said he thought it might be good to make more guy-friends to get me out of the funk I was in. As we casually talked I ended up telling him about my sex and porn addictions. I'm not sure how the subject even came up, but there I sat, spilling my guts. I was rolling the conversation down and wanting to leave again when Tim said that he deals with some of the same things. What? I thought to myself. I wasn't sure how to react, but just let him talk. And man, did he talk. he didn't pull any punches. He told me about growing up with a single father who had a huge porn collection (magazines and VHS tapes), that he started jerking off at a really young age. His dad would just leave Hustlers and Penthouses laying around. He started fucking the neighbor lady when he was 15. 15!! He pretty much said that porn and sex should have messed him up, but that he was actually thankful for growing up that way.
He told me about meeting his wife in college and that she was a strict Christian girl. And as much and he wanted to fuck her, he fell for her in so many other ways and eventually he joined her church and they got married. He skipped some of the details, but told me how great their sex-life is. And he also told me that he still watches porn and, even with that little hot wife, still loves to jerk off. It all came flowing out so casually.
After the conversation wound down, I was flabbergasted, and admitted, I was hornier than hell. Over the next few meetings, when it was just us, we told stories from our past to each other. Every pussy and everything else. It was so liberating. We started trading emails and texts, sometimes sending links and pictures to shit we found online.
Then, one evening I was the only guy to show up to the meeting again. We had some pizza and chatted a bit. The small talk seemed a bit more nervous than usual. Then Tim, out of blue asked if I'd like to jerk off with him? We had both told each other stories of having jerk-off buddies in the past, and we both admitted to being, at-least mildly turned on by nice cocks, though neither confessed to actually acting on that curiosity. I was kind of taken-aback by the request. I asked if there was something wrong between him and his wife, and he said "no" with a laugh, just that he felt so comfortable around me that he thought it would be an awesome thing to start sharing with each other. I kind of glanced around, and asked "here? in the church?" He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the door and locked it. No one will come here this late. I chuckled nervously, but as Tim turned from the door, he stopped and took off his pants, freeing an already swollen cock that bounced as he walked back toward me. He tossed a cellphone on the table already playing a scene of a blonde woman sucking on a cock. I glanced at it, then stood and unleashed my own pecker. As I stood there, trying to quell my nerves and get my semi-flaccid cock to match his hard stick, I noticed that the video wasn't the highest quality, and then I noticed that the blonde was actually Tim's wife! And the cock she was sucking was the same cock that now stood to full attention just feet away from me.
"holy shit" I blurted.
Tim and I have been the best of friends ever since. I started going to the church regularly and even met my soon to be wife there. Tim will be the Best Man at our wedding. I can't ait to see hat he has planned for the bachelor party.
Like "Hi Steve, no I didn't watch the game. I was too busy stroking my cock and watching dad and daughter shower videos.". Not sure that would have went over well in the church basement.
But, I went. I met some great dudes. In all honesty, it was good to talk and hang out and not think about anything sexual. We were just guys. No preachy-shit, just guys hanging out.
The leader of the group was also the Youth Pastor at the church. Younger than me, mid-thirties, super positive guy, manly without being manly type. Very athletic, perfect beard. Shirts that always fit perfectly; you know, one of "those guys". He was married to this bubbly little gal who would sometimes pop in with food or sodas. I know it was wrong, but I jerked off thinking of her several times after first meeting her. I used to picture the two of them together; perfect guy and perfect girl fucking like mad. Those thoughts were hard to escape, and I had to force myself not to make things sexual most of the time.
Eventually the group dwindled down to just four of us, and even then, not everyone would show up on meeting night.
The day came when it was just me and the Youth Pastor (we'll call him Tim). We sat around and talked about our jobs, what we did all week. It wasn't really going anywhere. No silly bantering like we had when we had a group of guys. I was just about to leave when Tim asked me why I joined the group in the first place. I told him about my therapist and said he thought it might be good to make more guy-friends to get me out of the funk I was in. As we casually talked I ended up telling him about my sex and porn addictions. I'm not sure how the subject even came up, but there I sat, spilling my guts. I was rolling the conversation down and wanting to leave again when Tim said that he deals with some of the same things. What? I thought to myself. I wasn't sure how to react, but just let him talk. And man, did he talk. he didn't pull any punches. He told me about growing up with a single father who had a huge porn collection (magazines and VHS tapes), that he started jerking off at a really young age. His dad would just leave Hustlers and Penthouses laying around. He started fucking the neighbor lady when he was 15. 15!! He pretty much said that porn and sex should have messed him up, but that he was actually thankful for growing up that way.
He told me about meeting his wife in college and that she was a strict Christian girl. And as much and he wanted to fuck her, he fell for her in so many other ways and eventually he joined her church and they got married. He skipped some of the details, but told me how great their sex-life is. And he also told me that he still watches porn and, even with that little hot wife, still loves to jerk off. It all came flowing out so casually.
After the conversation wound down, I was flabbergasted, and admitted, I was hornier than hell. Over the next few meetings, when it was just us, we told stories from our past to each other. Every pussy and everything else. It was so liberating. We started trading emails and texts, sometimes sending links and pictures to shit we found online.
Then, one evening I was the only guy to show up to the meeting again. We had some pizza and chatted a bit. The small talk seemed a bit more nervous than usual. Then Tim, out of blue asked if I'd like to jerk off with him? We had both told each other stories of having jerk-off buddies in the past, and we both admitted to being, at-least mildly turned on by nice cocks, though neither confessed to actually acting on that curiosity. I was kind of taken-aback by the request. I asked if there was something wrong between him and his wife, and he said "no" with a laugh, just that he felt so comfortable around me that he thought it would be an awesome thing to start sharing with each other. I kind of glanced around, and asked "here? in the church?" He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the door and locked it. No one will come here this late. I chuckled nervously, but as Tim turned from the door, he stopped and took off his pants, freeing an already swollen cock that bounced as he walked back toward me. He tossed a cellphone on the table already playing a scene of a blonde woman sucking on a cock. I glanced at it, then stood and unleashed my own pecker. As I stood there, trying to quell my nerves and get my semi-flaccid cock to match his hard stick, I noticed that the video wasn't the highest quality, and then I noticed that the blonde was actually Tim's wife! And the cock she was sucking was the same cock that now stood to full attention just feet away from me.
"holy shit" I blurted.
Tim and I have been the best of friends ever since. I started going to the church regularly and even met my soon to be wife there. Tim will be the Best Man at our wedding. I can't ait to see hat he has planned for the bachelor party.
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