Divorced Men's Group at Nickel Church - Chapter 3
Stuart gazed through the peephole for what seemed like an eternity. After a while, he withdrew himself from the wall with a stunned expression on his face.
"You- You won't believe this. They're holding the meeting in their boxers!" Stuart struggled to form words.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-What?" Tom was dumbfounded by his friend's announcement.
"And not only that, they're giving each other, uh, boxerjobs."
"Boxerjobs?" Tom's face turned bright red. "Are you saying they're..." he hesitated.
"...blowing each other out of their boxers." Stuart completed the thought.
Tom rushed to the peephole and took a peek. Thirty seconds later, Stuart gently pushed him away.
"Enough, they might see you!"
Tom was caught totally off guard by what he saw.
"I-I-I-I can't believe it. Even Pastor William and Pastor Scott have their penises protruding from their boxers."
"Exactly, nothing beats a good ol' boxerjob among friends." Stuart winked.
"Y-y-y-you mean, you've seen guys get boxerjobs in movies before?" Tom couldn't quite comprehend Stuart's revelation.
Stuart turned crimson, but still managed to talk. "Oh, yeah, I've seen it, and wondered what it would be like."
"I see. So you've watched male-to-male porn?"
Stuart acted nonchalant. "I've watched it a few times, don't you?"
Tom's cheeks colored even more. "Yes, but..." he paused suddenly.
"Conservative?" Stuart grinned. "People might think that anyone who plays the organ is a religious person."
Suddenly, Tom became serious. "Stuart, have you ever performed a boxerjob on a guy?"
Stuart looked guiltily at Tom. "No, but I really want to, I would love it, and he would love it too!"
"Uh, Uh, E-e-e," Tom began to stutter. "Could you, would you, ah, ah..."
Stuart's face brightened. "You know that room upstairs with the bed that Pastor William sleeps in sometimes?"
Tom's eyes lit up. "Y-yes, that's where we'd do it?"
"Exactly! We're lucky the door is open."
The two went down the hall towards the stairs. The steps shook under their weight, their fully-erect penises bobbing in their pants and boxers. They reached the stairwell and Stuart looked back at Tom.
"Are you sure?" Stuart looked earnestly at the older deacon.
"Absolutely, I've had this fantasy for years." Tom gripped his friend's shoulder.
"Now the fantasy will become a reality." Stuart walked confidently up the steps. By the time they reached the second floor, both men were out of breath and panting.
Stuart flicked on a switch and stepped into a small room with an open door. It was about 10 X 10 feet, with a small bed and a few chairs.
"We got lucky, the door wasn't locked!" Stuart laughed.
Tom eagerly lay down on the bed, still clothed.
"Undress me first, slowly." Tom's bulge in his pants and boxers felt larger than ever.
Stuart stayed silent, kneeling by the edge of the bed. He drew circles on Tom's chest, caressing his chest through his shirt. He then went on to unbutton his shirt, salivating at the sight of the hairy chest underneath. Tom wore a tank top undershirt, and his curly black hair peeked out from the white material. After what felt like an eternity, Stuart reached Tom's last button. He slowly pushed the shirt off, exposing Tom's chest. Then Stuart moved down to remove his shoes and socks.
"Ready for the big reveal?" Stuart rubbed Tom's bulging crotch.
"R-ready," Tom's entire body tingled with hunger.
Stuart undid the belt on Tom's pricey black dress pants and gradually slid down the zipper. The upper part of Tom's trousers split, unveiling the crinkly waistband of his complete cut white cotton boxers. Gradually but surely, Stuart removed Tom's pants, marveling at the considerable bulge in his boxers complemented by his hairy legs. When the pants eventually landed on the floor, Tom was so hard that his left leg of boxers was two inches shorter than the right one. Steadying his hands, Stuart guided Tom's monstrous penis towards the center fly slit. Upon catching just the tip peeking through, Stuart applied a firm push, and there it was - a 7-inch solid erection with a large mushroom head.
"Lie back on the pillow and close your eyes." Stuart decided to take control of the situation unexpectedly.
Tom was trembling with sheer desire. "S-s-s-u-r-r-r-r-e" he managed to utter.
"H-h-h-h-how does that feel so good, Stuart, that feels so good!" Tom appeared to be in another world.
Taking matters into his hands, Stuart went farther back on Tom's testicles, making slow circles with his flattened tongue. Tom was moaning so loud and at such a high pitch that even a dog could hear it. After two breathtaking minutes of unmatched bliss for Tom, Stuart recognized that it was time for the next move. He licked beneath Tom's cockhead, gradually becoming more daring by taking more and more of the mushroom head into his mouth. Finally, he plunged down on the swollen penishead, taking roughly three inches of Tom's dick down his throat.
"J-Jesus Stuart, fuck that feels so good, Stuart, that feels so good!"
Stuart was ecstatic hearing Tom swearing like a madman. In reaction, he plunged more and more of Tom's dick in and out of his mouth, eventually getting to the base like a pro. Tom grunted and groaned as he felt his cock edging closer to a massive climax. When he felt he was on the verge of detonation, he gently grasped the back of Stuart's head.
"I'm nearly there, man, can I do yours for a bit?"
Stuart tentatively allowed Tom's massive member out from his mouth. "Y-y-y-yes, whatever you want."
Tom and Stuart shifted positions, with Stuart lying back on the bed while Tom remained kneeling. Tom kept his rigid prick protruding from his boxers, arousing Stuart.
Then, Tom carefully removed Stuart's nice leather shoes and navy blue socks. His button-up shirt followed, unveiling a white wife beater like Tom's. Tom unbuckled Stuart's belt in a slow, methodical manner. He slid the wide zipper down and parted Stuart's pleated pants. Like Tom, Stuart wore pure white boxers. They were tapered, featuring tiny slots in the side and contrasting navy blue piping on the legs.
"Those are great boxers, Stuart. They look fantastic on you," Tom couldn't express enough admiration for Stuart's underwear choice.
"Thanks, Tom," Stuart responded. "My dad and older brothers lounge around the house in just their boxers, and I've always wanted to regularly wear them."
In reality, the real reason Stuart switched from colored briefs to boxers was because Tom wore them, but he didn't want to divulge this information just yet.
"Yeah, my younger family members also abide by the boxer code, no one cares." With that, Tom removed Stuart's pants completely and let them drop to the ground. For a moment, Tom fixated his gaze intently on the bulge in Stuart's trimmed boxers. Then, he pushed the very firm 6-inch penis towards the gaping fly slit. Stuart gasped as the large phallus slowly but surely stretched the fly slit open. When all six inches protruded like a baseball bat, Tom opened his mouth as wide as possible. He managed to fit about four inches of Stuart's rod in his wet cavern in a single downward movement.
"Ooh, that feel so damn good, Tom," Stuart had actually never had his cock blown in his life, much less in the most comfortable boxers he owned, and the feelings overwhelmed him.
Tom thrust Stuart's tender cockflesh in and out of his mouth frenetically, gradually taking more and more of the prick down his throat. At the same time, he inched two fingers into the bottom of the boxer slit and slowly massaged Stuart's tender testicles.
Stuart attempted to hold back, but after about three minutes of Tom's manic sucking, he realized he was seconds away from the most significant orgasm of his life.
"Tom, I'm nearly there!" Stuart was extremely out of breath at this point.
To his surprise, Tom gradually withdrew his cock from his mouth. "Let's jack each other off and enjoy each other's climax."
This also appealed to Stuart, so he and Tom positioned themselves next to each other on the wide queen-sized bed. Stuart's shaking hand circled Tom's erection as Tom assumed the same position. The two men began to frantically stroke each other's dicks, increasing speed in a competition to see who would climax first.
"F-f-f-f-f-fuck, Stuart, that feels fucking incredible" Tom's voice was raspy at this point.
To match him, Stuart increased speed. His hand was a blur racing over Tom's rock-hard penis.
"I'm almost at the finish line! I'm almost at the finish line! Grunt, grunt, grunt, grunt!" Tom looked like he was about to pass out from the intense pleasure.
Tom guttural moans filled the room as his penis squirted giant volumes of cum everywhere. Seeing Tom shoot his load made Stuart orgasm as well.
"Ah, I'm about to explode too! Here it comes!" Stuart let out a series of loud shouts as his cock released seven solid cumshots. Although Tom had finished slightly earlier, they both got to watch each other magnificently releasing their enormous loads. After about thirty seconds of pure bliss, both Stuart and Tom slumped back on the bed. It took a while before either one spoke.
"Holy sh*t! That was unreal!" Tom managed to croak out. "I never thought a boxerjob would feel this amazing!"
"I've never cum that hard before." Stuart was completely spent, but in a wonderful way.
"Let's take a quick nap together." Tom gently held Stuart's adorable body, and soon the two fell asleep, wondering what was happening downstairs in the meeting room.
(To be continued)
Read also:
- Kristin, Tasha, and I: Chapter 2
- Chapter 5: The Corruption of Innocence: Part 8
- Katie's New Beginnings: Chapter 11
- Recruiter for Skill: Chapter 7
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