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I'm Enrique Martinez, people just call me Ricky; I just completed my studies at Sacred Heart Seminary and was quickly assigned to the parish of Saint Francis in the inner city. It was early July and the heat and humidity had set in. So, by the time I got to the church, my starched black shirt was already damp with perspiration. I was there to meet with the church elders and get acquainted with his surroundings. I soon found out that I had his work cut out for him.

The head priest gave me a long list of duties from preparing the lecture sermons to performing maintenance on the out dated electrical, plumbing and heating and a/c. The church had little funds left for operating the building and programs so it was left up to me to keep it going. I also had to take over as instructor for the 10th grade class of rowdy teenagers. As the new Assistant Pastor, the students gave me a rough time.

By the end of July, Pastor Martinez was becoming stressed out and I decided that I needed to release it before it got to be too much. Before entering seminary, I had always been involved in athletics--baseball and track and field. At 25, I was in great shape and wanted to stay that way.

My body had become my temple for my inner self. And it showed from my strong legs, firm glutes and taught stomach. My chest filled out my shirt and my biceps made the sleeves stretch over them tightly. Even the collar of my shirt barely buttoned around my strong neck. There was a gym not far from the church, so I walked over to check it out and see if I could get in a good workout to get rid of some of my stress.

When I entered through the front doors, all I saw was a small window and counter. A good looking guy smiled at him and said that they had already given. I forgot about was still wearing my black and whites. I told him that pastors still like to keep in shape and that I wanted to work out some stress. James apologized and offered me one free session with one of their top trainers.

Since I hadn't worked out in a few months, I figured that he might be right and accepted the generous offer. James buzzed me in through the locked door and gave me a towel and locker key. James asked me what I was planning on wearing to workout in. I thought that could wear my pants and undershirt just for a quick workout. He told me that the gym had a dress code which was strictly enforced and that he would let me borrow his.

James handed me a pair of light weight nylon shorts with slits up each side and a string tank top. I told him that I couldn't wear something that revealing in public. He could set me and the trainer up in a private weight room if that would be better. I did need to get a good workout in so I figured it wasn't really out in public and followed James to the back of the facility. I was left to change while James got the trainer. The room was quite warm and dimly lit but had plenty of nautilus equipment.

James returned with a tall and very well built man wearing baggy long pants and a tank top which stretched over his torso showing off his massively sculpted chest and introduced him as Thomas. He shook my hand and squeezed very firmly. I still had felt underdressed, so, I put my baggy white undershirt on instead which hung down over the thin skimpy shorts. Thomas noticed and said he would work with it. He instructed me to do some warm up stretches and exercises calling me "Preacher boy". I told him he could just call me Ricky instead.

Anyways, I began with the warm ups while he just stood in front of me watching. The stress had already begun to leave my body and achy muscles. Thomas shook his head and told me that the shirt was restricting my freedom of movement and for me to stop being modest about the body God had given to me. He asked me if I had another t-shirt at the rectory. Of course I did, around two dozen. He suggested that he could alter this one for working out only. I wasn't sure what he had in mind and gave him a blank stare. He walked up in front of me and began to rip off the short sleeves, baring my biceps and shoulders.

He stood back and said, "See! That isn't so bad, besides now I can see what I'm working with and it looks like you're in pretty good shape." We continued on with the next stretching exercise when he walked behind me and decided to tear off the bottom third of my shirt off exposing not only the shorts, but also my waist and lower abs and a small area of dark hair. I tried to resist, but he was already half-way through doing it by then.

He noticed that I had a flat stomach, but still needed a little work on the washboard look. I took that as constructive criticism and a challenge. I was going to show him the discipline I had developed. The t-shirt collar was still tight around my neck and Thomas suggested one more alteration to it. I figured what’s one more at this point if it means that I can get in a good workout and show this guy what a "Preacher Boy" can do, and then I was game.

He pulled out a pair of scissors from a small equipment cabinet and snipped the neck collar. I thought that was all Thomas was going to do, but he grabbed the ends in each hand and began to pull the top of my shirt open further revealing the top middle of my chest. I could hear the fabric ripping as he continued even further. I began to wonder how far he was planning on going. More of my darkly tanned chest became exposed. I have a light coating of chest hair covering my pecs.

He continued down halfway to my navel. The sides of my shirt parted leaving most of my nicely developed pecs leaving my large nipples covered. He approved of the new look and praised me on the nicely formed pair chest muscles, which were once concealed. He started me on the circuit of nautilus equipment and half-way through, in spite of the warm up, I developed a cramp in my left hamstring. It was painful, so Thomas immediately had me lie down on the mats and began massaging the cramp out.

His strong warm hands traveled from my calf all the way up the back of my leg. He worked deeply into my muscular thigh and the cramp began to subside and I went to get up. He told me not to get up too soon because it might come back right away and he would take care of it right. He continued with long strokes using most of his muscular arm going higher until he was reaching up to my firm glutes under the flimsy nylon shorts.

I became paralyzed--not able to move and experiencing some pleasure in the sensation. I didn't want him to know that, so I tried to remain calm. He mentioned that those muscles are all connected to each other and he knew what he was doing. He couldn't believe how hard and muscular my ass was and began kneading both cheeks; one with each hand. The shorts were now pushed up to my hips. I let out a soft gasp in disbelief. Using a low soothing voice, he encouraged me to just relax.

I had vowed off having sex two years ago when my girlfriend broke off our relationship and I had not ejaculated in one year. My penis began to enlarge beneath the weight of my body. I have 7 inches when hard and pretty thick around with a long dark hooded member. I did not want it to get to that stage and focused my studies and church.

He reached up to my broad back and pushed the torn t-shirt up and over my head and began working his hands over my tense muscles. It felt so good! My inhibitions along with my stress began to fade. He worked on my shoulders and down to the waistband of the bunched up shorts pushing them lower to get back to my glutes. He tucked them under each firm glute of my bubble butt. He flowed back up to my shoulders and then onto each of my pumped up arms.

He noticed that I had dry skin and retrieved some baby oil. He worked in into my arms and continued with covering my back making my muscles slick and oily. He then dribbled some on my "ass" slipping the shorts lower on the back of my thighs.

I went to get up again when my large hairy balls fell between my legs. I quickly lay back down with them squeezing between my legs. I could feel a cool breeze on them knowing that they must be visible to Thomas now. He didn't say a thing and continued with his manipulation of my body trying to relieve all tension.

He continued to softly tell me to relax. All of a sudden, his work went onto the back of my legs easing the shorts lower down. His hands worked around the sides of my thighs and then into my inner thighs pushing my legs a little further apart to gain access. His knuckles grazed the bottom of my hairy cum filled balls sending an electric tingle through my body back to my cock causing it to twitch and thicken. I was embarrassed but unable to move.

The oil from his slippery hands began to coat my nuts. He worked his hands back over my hips to my waist and pushed under me to my flat abs not quite meeting together. He worked them back down over my hips coming very close to my now totally hard "Preacher prick". He wrapped his groping hands around to my inner thighs from under me pulling my legs off the mat and working right up to the base of my scrotum pushing my balls from side-to-side as he kneaded.

My dick began leaking onto the mat below me creating a sticky mess. My hard cock rubbed in it while he rubbed deeply. He pulled up some more lifting my hips off the mat allowing just my exposed cock head to rub on the mat. I asked him to stop now.

He asked, "Am I not doing a good enough job? Doesn't it feel good? How about this?" Thomas moved his hands to my upturned ass and worked his hands into my parted glutes to my virgin hole and traveled down to my balls coating them completely with oil holding them for the first time in his big hands. He pulled on them like he did the rest of my muscles. My cock was on fire and began to throb, burping out a large glob of backed up precum onto the mat below.

All of a sudden, he shoved my ass back down crushing my steely hard dick into the sticky mat. Thomas said, "You're all done!" and slapped my ass. Did he have any idea what he had just put me through? He pulled the shorts back up over my bubble butt and walked out of the room.

I practically ran to the locker room, changed, and returned to Sacred Heart confused and with more tension than when I had left. I had suppressed all my sexual desires for so long and had forgotten how good it felt. But, I had never gotten aroused like that around another man before, let alone while he was touching me. He seemed so professional, though. Maybe, Thomas didn't notice how stimulated I had become and it only happened because I hadn't had sex in so long.

During the next week, I found myself getting hard a few times everyday, but I did not want to succumb to the pleasure of the flesh. My semen and seminal fluid seemed to be building up pressure in my balls. When I would get hard, precum would flow out and leak into my undershorts. One time I leaked so much it showed through my pants.

On Friday night, it was my turn to accept confessions. I sat in the booth for close to an hour until, at 7 pm, someone entered in next door. I heard a deep voice say, "Forgive me Father for I have sinned". I asked him for what he had done to need forgiveness. He told me that he had masturbated in the high school locker room where he coached the football team.

I didn't think it was that big of a sin and told him to say four Holy Mother's and Our Father's and give $20 to the needy fund. He said that was not all. I asked him to continue.

The reason he was doing it there was because his wife hasn't wanted to have sex for a few months now and that was the only place he was alone; and after the workout practice he was feeling very horny. As he was walking through the locker room in just his jock strap making sure all the equipment was in order, his dick got stiff as a lead pipe. So he began rubbing it as it oozed out its juice.

Listening to this big young coach/parishioner tell me these juicy details, my still un-drained balls tightened up and my own thick, seven inch cock began to stiffen.

Next, he had pulled off his jock strap and released his throbbing member and figured he could take care of himself quickly. He even described his cock as 8.5 inches with a flared head and cut. As he was about to shoot his wad of man cream, two guys from the team came around the row of lockers. He began shooting his semen all over the bench as they watched with fascination. They had never seen him without his shirt on--let alone jerking himself off. He felt so embarrassed, but the boys thought it was so cool. He said he apologized, quickly changed, and left. All this had happened just a few hours ago.

I told him that, if the boys were not upset about what they saw, he shouldn't worry about it either. After all, what he did is just normal for a healthy male to do when hormones take over and the reproductive organs need to produce and release the life giving semen. He should try to be a little more discreet about where he does it though.

He left the cubical feeling better. I did my job as a preacher!