Mission Trip

By K D

Published on Jul 21, 2004

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Disclaimer: None of the people represented here are real, they are but figments of my imagination.

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Mission Trip

The flip. I swear it was innocent. Well. I guess maybe it had a little to do with some of my underlying feelings that I figured out later, mainly that I was into cock... but overall it was innocent; I didn't consciously think, "Dude, if I do this, I might get into his pants," even if that's what happened. I grew up as a good, Christian boy in East Texas. My dad was a Southern Baptist minister and I knew that's where I wanted my life to go too. So, when I graduated high school I went straight into the seminary and got my initial degree in theology. I wanted to go back for my Masters in Divinity, but my dad talked me into taking a job as a youth minister a couple of towns over in Kaufman. Oddly enough, that's where things changed for me.

I was still young, only 22 when First Baptist hired me, so most of the kids thought I was really cool. I don't mean to brag either, but it wasn't like I was a loser in the looks department. I saved myself from sex through my determination, cause Lord knows I had the opportunity. But anyway, I was pretty cute for a church dude and a youth minister. I was tall, around 6'1" with blue eyes that the girls in school always dug. Short blonde hair spiked up and a fairly hairless body, which was cool cause I liked to show my muscles off. So yeah, the girls thought I was cute and the boys thought I was one of them, so I hit it off right away with them.

The worst part of this whole thing, was that since I was so close to a lot of them in age, some of my immaturity that I left behind at seminary slowly returned to me. That's when I started doing the 'flip', as it came to be known... Affectionately by those who did it and derisively by the church leadership. It was stupid, but it caught on. Kinda like one of those childish pranks where you reach around and tap someone on the opposite shoulder of where you are, just so they get surprised. Well, the flip was where somebody would stick their finger underneath your chin and just kinda rake it over the chin, knocking your head up a little. The goal was to be a pest, sure, but it kinda took hold. So, guys started trying their best to do it quick enough to where somebody wouldn't catch them doing it until it was too late. The damn thing spread through the youth group like a virus. Pretty harmless you're thinking, right?

Well, somebody (I honestly don't know who) decided to take the flip a step further and tried to catch people off guard by flipping other dude's nipples. They'd get behind them or something and really quickly drag their fingers up over the pec and flip your nipple. Alright... So, it's getting a little worse, but then it basically turned into a locker room prank, and I only have myself to blame for this. Kinda annoyed about being one upped on the nipple thing (like I said, I reverted to immaturity), I flipped one dude's cock one day. I don't know why I did... Could have been my latent cock lust, but who knows, I still did it. During a lock-in one night, I just came up behind this guy in his boxers and stuck my hand under his crotch and just flopped his cock and balls up. He wasn't even mad... They all thought it was hilarious and joined in. The church leadership started getting annoyed at this development, so I did my best to rein it in. I guess it was too late though, cause now all the boys were flipping and flicking each other's packages, just to be asses. Even the girls had joined in, messing with each other's breasts and stuff. None of it was sexual, that I knew of, just people pestering their pals. I just apologized to the pastor and said it was probably just a fad and would wear off (I didn't tell him I started it).

So, that's the flip and where I realized I wasn't as straight as I thought. This all went on until our summer mission trip, where I was going to be taking the kids to an indian reservation in the desert of New Mexico. We were going to sweat like hell, painting and repairing houses for Christ. It was a pretty big reservation, so I paired all the kids off and set them off on different chores... One elder kid and a younger kid, usually. There was an uneven number though, so I went ahead and jumped into the fray and paired myself with one of the older boys for painting duty. He was a good kid, smart, good-looking and as far as we all knew a really strong Christian. He was the senior class valedictorian, played football, active in church... all the nifty things you were supposed to do in small town East Texas.

It was a blistering 104 degrees in the New Mexican desert, so the two of us quickly shucked our shirts and started painting this small church they had on the reservation. The sun beat down on us for hours and we sweat profusely under its merciless glare. Once you got into it, it wasn't so bad. We chatted about this and that, generally forgetting about the heat and the boring ass job of painting I had assigned us. It was all good, for the most part.

Finally, we took a break. Every team had a small cooler that kept some water on ice, so I headed over there. Pulling a bottle out and beginning to drink, I felt somebody reach around my body and tweak my right nipple lightly. I sputtered my drink out a little bit and spun around grinning, "You fucker!" I spat, catching myself as I said it.

He just stood there grinning and raised an eyebrow at my profanity, finally bending down and getting his own drink. So, we sat there drinking and chatting lightly as I plotted how I was going to get him back (again with the immaturity). I finally got him when we were walking back to finish painting the wall we were on. I was walking behind him and I decided that I wasn't going to go for his damn nipple, but for the whole prize. I reached around him deftly and jerked his cock lightly in his pants. He just stopped for a second and finally whispered, "If you're gonna do that, do it right."

I stopped too and just stood there silently, staring at his sunburned shoulders and curly brown hair. I was naive, I admit, but I truly didn't know what he meant. I mean... how could you 'flip' someone wrong? There was no real method, you just basically tried to get to their nipple or package before they knew it. I just cocked my head after a second, replying simply in my twang, "Huh?"

He turned around, a look in his eyes that I'd never seen in anybody's, "If you're going to mess with my cock do it right." I think I may have chuckled a little, cause I thought he was kidding, but then he added, "Like this."

This 18 year old boy reached out tentatively and grabbed by cock through my baggy cargo shorts, but didn't just flip it like I expected. Instead, he fucking fondled it, never losing contact with my eyes. His strong hand rubbed up and down my package, dropping down to cup my balls occasionally, returning to the lengthening prize and jacking it through the material. I, of course, had jacked my own cock before, but this was something else. This... boy was jacking my cock for me!

I moaned slightly at the sensation, but still managed to stammer out, "Let go, Greg."

"I'm not holding you, man... If you want me to stop, just pull away."

I tried to, I know I did. But, I didn't go anywhere. He took this as his signal and got closer, lowering his head onto my neck, licking and sucking over my salty, sunburned skin. I just sat there while he made out with my neck and fondled my prick, a lump in my throat... but my lust certainly rising. I closed my eyes slightly as his warm tongue washed over my adam's apple and groaned. He was shorter than me, so he really fit right into place on my neck. I could smell his hair as I leaned into his face, it was clean with the light sensation of sweat... and just his smell. I'd smelled it before, just his natural aroma, but Jesus, it was heightened now and it seemed like totally erotic now. I felt like cumming into my shorts, but I didn't. It seemed like this was wrong, but it almost made it hotter.

I finally reached my hands up and wrapped them around his strong upper body, which just encouraged him. He pressed harder against me and we quickly stepped backwards towards our rest area. We kept going until my calves hit that damned cooler and we both toppled backwards onto the nearly grassless dirt. I was on my back and had fallen off of me and rolled over onto his back. We just lay there for a second while I got my bearings about me.

"Are you okay," he whispered, probably wondering if the spill had reverted me to my straight, youth minister demeanor.

"Uh, yeah," I said quietly, not wanting to tell him to continue, but at the same time knowing I wanted it to. I leaned my head over and looked at him. He was only about 5'6", but he had really nice curly brown hair, cut fairly short. He wore a pair of thick dark glasses, which would have been nerdy in the 70s, but had come into fashion for some reason now. His chest was lightly haired and heaving slightly from our activity. He flicked his tongue out over his lips as he looked at me nervously.

I just smiled at him, which did the trick. His energy returned, he rolled back over on top of me and started making out with my chest. He dragged his tongue eagerly over my slick chest, finally taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He bit it roughly, which made me jump. I would have complained, but he softened his touch and smoothed over the harshness with his tongue... I swear my nipple was harder than it'd ever been... I didn't even know that a dude's nipple could feel like that, but when he was laid on top of me sucking on my hard pink nub, I felt awesome. But then, all of this was new.

Greg basically just explored my body. He roamed over my chest, lavishing his love on my nipples... even burying his face in each of my sweaty pits. It seemed weird to me, but he totally got off on it, which made it worth it. One second he'd tug lightly on the sparse blonde hair there, then he'd be back to using his tongue to wipe away every vestige of sweat. It was pretty awesome, actually. I'm not sure how long he messed around on my chest, but it seemed like an eternity... Finally though, he dipped lower and pulled down my cargo shorts, which were pretty damp with precum by now.

He gawked at my cock, which was pretty impressive for never having been used on or by anybody else before. Eight and a half inches erect with a dusting of blonde hair at the base and two big, low-hanging, hairless balls that fell between my legs. "Dude... Chris, you're hung!"

I blushed, but was ready for him to get to the main course, so I casually brushed my hand up through his sweaty curls, urging him down on my big cock. The second his lips touched the sticky tip of my dick, I thought I'd blow. Afterall, I was a virgin and he'd messed around with me for a painfully long amount of time, but still, I managed to hold off for a little while, but that was it. He slipped his lips down over my head completely and started massaging my sweaty nuts. His head dipped lower and he sucked hard, cause he couldn't take the full length. But damn, that was all it took. I shouted out a warning and before he could pull off, the first shot of my seed slammed into the back of his throat, catching him a little off guard. He coughed a bit as his lips parted from my cock and a second blast caught him on the lips. He quickly grabbed my spasming dick with his hand, and milked the rest of my jizz out onto his face until I was finished.

"Christ," I gasped, looking at the milky substance dripping off of his chin in long, thick strands. "That's fucking hot."

I knew I wasn't ready to suck his cock, but I wanted to help him out, so I reached into his own khaki cargo shorts and started jacking his rock hard six-incher. "Whoa, dude!" he gasped, his tongue darting out to taste my juice on his lips, "I can't ruin these shorts like this."

He was right, not only would he totally get made fun of for a cum stain on his shorts, I'd probably get a good hard look too. He quickly peeled off his shorts and underwear, leaving his hard cock bobbing eagerly below his thick tangle of brown pubes. So there we sat in the hot midday sun, sweating like fucking whores, as I jacked off this hot teen, while he stared at me, licking my creamy seed off of his face. I started to get horny all over again, but we didn't have time. No telling when they'd come get us for lunch. Finally, as my hand rode over his slick prick, he bit his lip and sucked air, sending a cascade of white hot spunk jetting out over my naked body. "Yeah, pump it out!" he moaned, as I kept jacking his cock until the last little bit dribbled out onto his balls.

We sat there for just a little while, as I looked down at the cum splattered over my legs and stomach. I didn't panic as much as I thought I would have, in retrospect. It all seemed too cool to be that bad. Plus, he was damn cute. His sleepy eyes dragged over my body as we laid there and he finally suggested that he help me clean up, only with his mouth. Sensing that this was probably a bad idea, I urged him against it and opted for a towel instead that we'd brought. It was a good thing too, cause just as soon as I'd wiped off and we'd gotten dressed, some of the girls came around the corner. "You guys ready for lunch?" Karen had called.

We shouted that we were and that we'd catch up with them. As we walked back to our camp site, now thoroughly tired, Greg finally spoke, "You know, this isn't wrong. Just a couple of guys having fun."

Fun it was, but we both had been taught that it was clearly in the wrong. As a youth minister, graduate of a pretty good seminary school, and son of a minister, I probably should have drawn the line right there, called it a mistake and moved on. But, my mind wasn't nearly as troubled as it could have been. "I know." This whole business would make this the best mission trip of my life and all cause of my immaturity and that damn flip.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this story, check out some of my other ones! dk2891@yahoo.com

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