(* Authors Note: All characters in this story are fictional, but loosely based off of real men. All characters are over the age of 18. Now enjoy the story and please leave your feedback it is appreciated.)
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In the summer after I turned 18, my Nebraska based youth group took its annual missions trip. This year was a real treat we had raised enough money for a trip a bit farther south than we had ever gone. We went to Las Vegas or Sin City as it is called. This seemed to be the perfect place for some small town teens to share the word and story of Jesus Christ the savior and Lord. It was going really well we had been set up in a nice church not far for the main strip of town. Boys in one-room girls in the other all of us sleeping on the floors of adult Sunday school rooms, usual stuff for mission trips. I promise you this is all relevant to the story, anyway, we started our work building houses and cleaning up trash as well as evangelizing to the public as the walked by on the busy sprit. I had been placed on the evangelizing team and as suspected in the 5 hours we'd been at it I had only gotten two people to take a pamphlet about the church we were working out of. A total failure on my part, I had tried extremely hard the whole day and had fun while doing it but hadn't really reached out to many people. As we were cleaning up for the day I saw a pair of men walking towards our group. I took the chance and ran over to them pamphlet it hand and a silent pray for courage and hope running through my mind.
" Good evening gentlemen, my name is Izzy and if I could take a few moments of your time I'd like to talk about Jesus Christ. " I refrained for looking them in the eyes it made it easier when I got rejected.
"Sure kid we'll listen to what you have to say." The deep voice boomed. I was shocked they agreed to listen to me! I looked up at them one of the men was quite large but not fat in any way. He had short spiked brown hair and a slightly shaggy soul patch complementing his darkly tanned skin. His deep brown eyes staring over at the other man with a loving and playful look.
"What do you say Pete? Should we listen to what the kid has to say?" His voice contained the tale tell signs of a smokers voice. Pete was much thinner and lighter skinned with shoulder length black hair and extraordinary green eyes smooth pink lips pulled into a smirk as his eyes wander up and down my body. I felt something stir inside of me and I couldn't take my eyes of this man He shrugged at his friend.
"Whatever you want Crius, as long as I get food I'm content with anything." His voice was so sweet and smooth, deeper than I had expected but none the less beautiful.
" Come with us kid we'll take you out to eat, my treat." Crius booming voice pulled me from the trace Pete had left me in. Restaurant food sounded so much better than the lunchmeat sandwiches my youth group would serve for the evening. I agreed to this and then took Pete and Crius over to my youth group leader and explained the situation. He agreed to let me go as long as they had me back in time for worship. The three of us walked to a little hole in the wall place with flashing neon lights of cowboy hats and boots around the name. As we walked in the air thickened and filled with a stench that wasn't repulsive but not really welcome either.
" Welcome to Rooty's! May I check your IDs please? " A man barley older than me stood wearing nothing more than brown chaps and tight red briefs that outlined his um...well penis nicely. Not that I was looking I had just noticed it's prominences. We all handed him our driver licenses to show we were all over the age of 18. Then we were guided to a table in the center of the main room.
" Alright kid let's hear what you've got to say." Crius said breaking the uncomfortable silence that surrounded us. I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably in my seat watching all the scandal clad men roam the room some even giving customers lap dances.
" Aw look baby cat's got the little boys tongue." Pete giggled and reached over ruffling my hair. I could feel my very unwanted erection press against the zipper of my jeans. Crius laughed along with Pete at my discomfort. This was the first time I had noticed they were a couple. I struggled to get the words but managed to get out the first half of my testimony of my coming to Christ in between the bites of hot wings Pete and Crius would comment on how lucky I was to have been adopted by such a loving family.
" You know kid I was adopted too wasn't lucky like you and I've got the scars to prove it." Crius gestured at me with his half empty whisky glass in hand. We talked about his abusive father and when he had moved from Australia to America. By the time we had finished his story and our food, it was time for me to go back to the church. I had enjoyed my time with the guys even if it had been uncomfortable. I couldn't stop thinking about Pete for the rest of the night. Around midnight it came to be too much. My mind was running through the metal images of Pete's firm body perfectly outlined by the tight jeans he had been wearing. I ran wild with the images causing my eight-inch cut cock to stand at full attention in mere seconds. I felt so guilty for thinking these thoughts about someone taken let alone a man. Lying on my back at least three feet from all the other boys I reached under the covers and slid my throbbing member out of my athletic shorts it was already slick with pre-cum.
