Living My Blessed Life

"Steve, I just can't cope with you anymore, I've arranged for you stay with Reverend Morris for a week or so. I need a break from you."

My mum was at the end of her tether with me. I wasn't a bad guy, I just sort of fell in with the wrong crowd. I came from a good home but my dad died when I was 11 leaving my mum to raise me single handedly. I was 21, I'd left school, finished college and was looking for work but had no idea what I wanted to do. I was at a crossroads in my life, one more wrong turn and who knew where I'd end up.

"It's all agreed, I've spoken to Mr Morris and he's agreed to put you up for a week, you need to have some space from that crowd you're with."

Mr Morris was a close family friend, my mum was religious and went to church every Sunday. It wasn't my scene and refused to go, this really upset my mother, her thinking was I may discover God and live a holier life, learn from my mistakes and take my life forward positively.

"Mum, I'm 21, I'm not going, no chance."

"You are, it's all arranged, I need a break. I've booked a train ticket, I'm dropping you off at the station tomorrow morning."

I loved my mum, so I thought about it for a couple of hours and eventually relented and agreed to go. Life was tough for my mum since my dad passed, she worked two jobs and her work ethic put me to shame. I suppose I hid behind my father's death and used it as an excuse to rebel.

Mr Morris had since retired from the parish and had moved to Sheffield from Nottingham. He was about 65 and was a decent guy, he continued to be of great support to my mother as she struggled to cope with me after my father died.

The morning arrived, I packed a small case and my mum dropped me off at the station.

"I love you you know Steve, I just think some breathing space will do us both good. Mr Morris will be waiting at the station for you at 11 o clock. Call me when you get there."

We said our goodbyes and I got onto the train. The journey was just short of an hour, so I was there in no time. I left the station and there was Mr Morris waiting for me at the agreed rendezvous point.

"Hello Steve, glad you could come. Come on, jump in and we'll get you settled in."

In all fairness, he was a nice guy, he was quite handsome in that "old man who's looked after himself" kind of way. He was 6' to my 5' 9". He was wearing a pair of beige trousers, white shirt and tie with a blue v neck jumper. His look was finished off with a smart pair of brogues.

We chatted on the short journey to his house, he'd never been married so lived alone. He committed his life to the church and just got used to life on his own.

We arrived at his detached house in Hillsborough in around 20 minutes. It was very nice, not very modern but it was perfectly fine and worked for him. He showed me to my room which had a single bed, side table with a lamp and a wardrobe.

"Here we are Steve, your home for a week, it's not much but I'm sure it'll be comfortable enough for you."

"Thank you Mr Morris, it's nice."

"Look, call me David, let's not be too formal eh, cup of tea.?"

"Tea would be lovely."

I could feel already that he was having a good effect on me, he was kind and respectful and spoke to me on a level without any judgement. I respected him and respected the way he helped my mum.

"So, what's the issue then Steve, your mum tells me there's a few problems with you?" he asked in his caring way.

"I don't know really, I suppose I just miss my Dad, I don't mean to be a problem and I don't want to be."

"It must be tough not having a father figure around. Your mum really tries her best you know. All she wants is for you to get a job and do something meaningful with your life."

"I know, but I just have no idea what I want to do. It's easier just hanging with my mates I suppose."

"I understand Steve, I really do. What about working for the Lord, it's very fulfilling and rewarding. Your mother would like that, I'm sure." he responded.

"No disrespect David, but it's just not for me. I'm not a believer and I don't think I ever will be."

David smiled and replied,

"Why do you think that is Steve?, it gives people a lot of comfort knowing that there may be something in the after life. The church community is extremely rewarding, helping people out who need support."

"I understand but it's just not for me, besides, how do you enjoy, you know, company, if you work for the church?" I responded naively.

"Steve, things have changed, people are a lot more tolerant now, tell me, do you have a special man or woman in your life?"

"Man?, I'm not gay." I reacted.

"Well, what about a woman, maybe a nice woman will give you more focus, you know, something positive to concentrate on."

"Possibly, I've had girlfriends but they weren't anything special. I suppose there's time, I'm in no rush."

"Absolutely, there is indeed no rush."

"What about you David, why have you never settled down?"

"Ah, well, I have dedicated my life to the church you see. Relationships just got in the way. I prefer my own company these days." he replied.

We had a pleasant evening, he cooked a nice meal of fish, potatoes and vegetables and we shared a bottle of wine. He was a nice guy and I genuinely enjoyed his company. It was 10.30 and David announced he was going to bed as he was "up early for church" in the morning seeing as it was a Sunday.

I woke up fairly late, David had already left, I declined his invitation to join him in going to church as I was going to go for a walk instead. I couldn't get his question about a "special Man or Woman" in my life out of my head. It got me thinking, "was he gay himself?" hence never settling down. It wouldn't have bothered me in the slightest but I was curious. I put it to the back of my mind and jumped into the shower. I dried off, got dressed and made my way into the hallway to grab my coat. I glanced into the kitchen in passing and noticed David's laptop was there. I don't know why but I turned it on and had a quick nose around. There wasn't a password protect to get into it, so I had a look. I was pretty good on computers so I searched his history and was gobsmacked to see porn on there. The subjects ranged from old and young to masturbation. I have to say, it turned me on thinking that he liked porn, especially as he was a man of the cloth. I suppose it doesn't matter who you are, if you like porn and it turns you on then who cares. I closed his laptop and went for that walk.

It was a decent walk, but not much to see as it was mainly closed shops but it was a different environment and a change of scenery. I couldn't get his computer out of my mind and his "special Man or Woman" question. I thought about it a lot, maybe I was gay and I was in denial, no, I wasn't gay, I liked girls. Maybe I was trying too hard to convince myself, was it was the porn on his computer?, I was in conflict but the more I thought about it, the more turned on I became at the possibility of exploring my "other side".

I returned from my walk and David was already home, I walked into the kitchen and he was at his laptop.

"Hi Steve, good walk?"

"Yes thanks, just had a long stroll, just trying to clear my head, how was church?"

"Very good, a large congregation today which was nice."

"Excellent, what you looking at?"

"Oh, just church stuff, just responding to emails, that kind of thing." came his response.

"Oh, OK...listen, I'm going to grab a shower, is that OK?"

"Of course, you know where it is."

I made my way upstairs and decided I was going to push myself, I wanted to see how far I could take my sexuality. I was turned on by the old and young scenes on his computer so I decided I wanted to explore my limits, I wanted to find out who I was. I turned the shower on and left the door wide open, hoping David would catch a glimpse. Maybe he'd stay downstairs, but maybe he'd come up, I was excited. The beauty of it was that nobody would ever find out as I was out of town and David wouldn't want to promote anything to anyone. I had my back to the wide open door as I washed myself, the sponge extra soapy as I washed myself, my cock was in a semi state of arousal at the thought of being seen. I looked down and started to play with myself, gently stroking my cock and cupping my balls in anticipation of being seen. My finger reached under my sack and caressed my soapy hole, gently rubbing my index finger over it, resisting the temptation to slip it in. I loved this new found freedom and confidence, maybe it was there all the time and just needed a spark to coax it out. Was David the spark?, I wanted to find out. I'd been in the shower for 5 minutes so I turned it off and stepped out, towelling myself dry, again, the door wide open. I was so excited at the thought of being seen, hoping he was going to catch me. I realised I was upstairs alone still as I could hear him moving around downstairs. I decided to go downstairs with my towel wrapped around me, still partially wet.

"Oh hi Steve, good shower?"

I noticed he had a good look at my torso.

"Yes, really good, nice and hot thanks."

"Do you know, I think I'm going to shower too, it's been a long morning so I'm going to refresh myself."

He went upstairs and I had another quick peek at his computer, he'd minimised a window so I looked and he was looking at younger males in their twenties masturbating. The video was of a guy of around 25, perfectly tanned body, masturbating in front of an older guy of around 70 who was wanking himself off as he watched. I was so turned on. If you'd have said two days ago I'd be watching gay porn in an older man's house, I'd have laughed at you. But here I was, enthralled and unbelievably turned on at the thought. I snook upstairs and the bathroom door was slightly open. David was in the shower in the same position as me, with his back to the door. He looked great for his age. He was fairly toned but starting to sag slightly but his buttocks looked really firm. My hand reached for my cock as I spied on him unknowingly. I was dripping pre cum as my fingers caressed the slit of my cock, I couldn't believe how turned on I was. David turned the shower off so I quickly went into my room, door ajar, completely naked. I heard him go to his room and all I could think of was how I was going to see his cock, I knew now at this moment that I definitely wanted it.

David went back downstairs and I followed two minutes later.

He was in his bath robe and bare footed, I was incredibly aroused at this handsome older man, with his grey hair neatly parted.

There seemed to be an uneasy feeling, almost as though he knew and sensed how I was feeling, I was probably feeling paranoid though, how could he know. He looked over to me and said,

"Steve, have you been looking at my computer, only some things have been deleted and I didn't delete them?"

He wasn't cross, just inquisitive.

"Err, no, I haven't touched it." I flapped in feeble response

"Well, that's strange, you and I are the only ones in the house and it certainly wasn't me, oh well, I must be losing the plot."

A surge of guilt ran through me, I was definitely blushing as he clearly knew I had.

"David, I'm so sorry, I did look at your computer, I don't know why, I was just being nosey I suppose." I confessed.

"Well, I appreciate your honesty, thanks for admitting it Steve."

"Are you angry with me?"

"I would've been if you hadn't confessed, but the fact you owned up pleases me greatly."

It was slowly coming into the open, he knew what I'd seen and he wasn't angry, perhaps he wanted me to see? I'd never even contemplated being with a guy or looking at gay porn but this was stirring feelings in me I never knew existed. It was as if a switch had been turned on in my mind and my body.

I made my excuses and went and sat in my room, contemplating my actions, an hour passed and David shouted up,

"Steve, I'm making a sandwich, fancy one?

"Yes please David, I'll be down in a couple of minutes." I responded.

"Right you are."

I sheepishly entered the kitchen as he was making us both ham salad sandwiches.

"Glass of wine Steve?"

"Yes please."

I went to the fridge for the wine, got two wine glasses and we moved into the lounge. I noted that his laptop was on the settee and was open. We finished our sandwiches when he asked,

"So Steve, be honest, I don't mind, what were you looking at on my laptop, what caught your eye?"

"David, I'm sorry for looking, it's your private stuff and I was wrong to look."

"Steve, you've apologised and I forgive you, now, tell me did you see anything that you liked?"

I was tongue tied, not really knowing what to say.

"It's OK Steve, we're all adults with urges, even myself, I have urges and it's OK to feel that way. There is nothing wrong with adults of any persuasion having feelings towards each, it's how you respond and deal with them."

I was being given the green light to open up and talk for the first time in my life.

"When you asked me earlier if I had a special Man or Woman in my life, I was taken aback, I'd never even thought about being with another guy, but the more I think about it, the more I like it. Sure, I ilke girls, but the more I think about guys, the more excited I become."

"It's perfectly natural and perfectly normal Steve, there is nothing wrong with being sensual with another person, male or female."

"I know that and the last 24 hours have made me look at myself differently. Maybe subconsciously I've been rebelling because I've been fighting my inner feelings?"

"I think you're right Steve, but honestly, what you feel is what you feel. Please don't carry any shame or burden as it will hold you back."

"Thanks David, I appreciate it."

We had a nice chat about all sorts of things, relationships, jobs, the future, pretty much everything. He was a great listener and the nicer he was, the more I fancied him. I kept thinking back to seeing him in the shower and how turned on I was. I needed to have him, I needed to be naked with him, I wanted to writhe around in the throes of passion with him. I vowed to myself I would test the water later on this evening.

It was 10pm, I made my excuses, faked a yawn and announced I was going to bed.

"I'll be up in 10 minutes, just finishing this programme, see you in the morning Steve, I'm glad we spoke earlier."

"Yes, me too, thanks for listening David"

I made my way upstairs, stripped off and closed my bedroom door. But instead of going into my room I went into his, I shut the door and got into his large double bed. I put the lamp on and waited nervously. Sure enough, 10 minutes later he came up, brushed his teeth and shouted "Goodnight Steve". My heart was racing as he entered the bedroom, he looked shocked and said "Steve, what are you doing?"

"David, I hope you don't mind but I want to be with you, I have developed feelings for you and I need to be with you, I want you to get into bed with me."

David looked shocked and said, "Steve, I hope you don't think I've engineered this situation?"

"Far from it David, this is what I want, you've unwittingly opened me up, you've made me see what I want, and at this precise moment, I want you"

David looked aghast for a few seconds but then proceeded to take his bath robe off, untying the loose belt as it dropped to the floor. I was captivated, his cock was semi hard and was around 6" long and had a curve in it which made it point to the left. It was thicker and more powerful looking than mine and he was shaven. He had only a small amount of pubic hair and this made his cock look even bigger. My heart was pounding at this older guy in front of me, visibly excited and clearly willing.

I lifted the covers and my cock was so hard, the full 6" pointing towards my belly button. David got into bed and he put his arm around me, my head resting on his shoulder. I looked him in the eye then looked at his mouth and kissed him. He kissed me back and for two minutes we just kissed passionately. My cock was so hard but we didn't rush to grab each other, instead we just kissed with our wet, eager mouths. His breath was minty as he'd just brushed his is teeth, I climbed on top of him as he opened his legs, I wanted to feel the extreme closeness of his body next to mine. I gently ran my fingernails from his inner legs all the way up to the top of his arms. I could feel his goosebumps raise as I gently caressed my fingers up and down his body. We maintained our kiss as our hard cocks rubbed together, it was an indescribable feeling as we rubbed against each other. I'd never been more turned on and the freedom felt wonderful. His hand reached down to my throbbing, almost painful erection and slowly started to masturbate me, I closed my eyes as he became the first male ever to touch my penis. He kissed my neck and slowly nibbled my ear as he slowly wanked me. I was in heaven as this strong, older man expertly and slowly stroked me. I reached down and took his now full 7" hard on in my hand.

"Slowly." He requested, as I gently ran my thumb and index finger down his full erection, cupping and squeezing his balls as my hand reached the bottom. His cock was powerful and I loved the strong, powerful looking vein running from top to bottom. He was uncut and I slipped my finger inside his foreskin and caressed his head, this wasn't raw sex it was pure passion and eroticism. I loved holding and stroking him, it was strange but it was a good strange to know I was the reason he was erect and vice versa.

David then knelt over me, kissed me again and took both his and my penis in his large hand and wanked us slowly off together. My eyes were closed as I bit my bottom lip as he rhythmically stroked our cocks together.

I was totally relaxed and comfortable when he said "I'm going to suck you."

He lowered himself and flicked the tip of my penis with his tongue, the pre cum was dripping as he licked away at my slit. I liked the way he pulled my foreskin all the way back, squeezing the base of my cock, making my head extra bulbous and glossy. He clearly knew how to suck a cock as he slowly, inch by inch, devoured it's full length. The contrast of this older, grey haired guy sucking this younger cock was incredible.

After a few minutes he requested, "turn over."

I did as he requested and he gently parted my legs, flattened my back and manouvered me into the perfect position to view my arse hole. It was the first time I had put myself on show but I loved being the centre of his attention, as he kissed the top of my crack and gently ran his tongue down until he reached my exposed hole. His tongue flicked at my exposed opening as he licked and kissed it. My eyes were closed, I had so many horny thoughts running through my mind. I could've been with the best looking woman in the world and it wouldn't have compared to what I was experiencing. His tongue expertly flicked and licked my hole as his hand reached underneath and slowly started to wank me off. The pre cum was dripping from my slit as he used his index finger to rub it into my gaping and relaxed hole. I was so relaxed as his index fingers spread my hole even wider, while his whole mouth kissed and tounged me.

"Steve, I want to fuck you, but only if you agree."

I knew he'd ask and I wanted him to ask, the fact he asked my permission was great, this was absolutely consensual.

"i want you to but please be gentle."

"I will and if it hurts, tell me and I'll stop."

He went into his wardrobe and took out a bottle of lubrication. He squirted some on his hand and smeared his cock with it. He then squirted a few drops on my already wet hole. He gave his cock a quick tug and then placed the tip on my arse hole.

"I'll be gentle Steve, it will hurt a bit but that will pass, tell me to stop at any time."