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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 20 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.