Scott Williams was less than four years older than Axom. At twenty years old, he was the youngest pastoral staff ever to serve at Riverdale. He’d come from an abusive home, and had sought and found refuge and comfort at the church. Pastor James counseled him for two years as he finished high school, and at his graduation presented Scott with a certificate informing him of a full scholarship being given him complements of the church. Now in his third year at UCLA, he was coming upon his first full year as Youth Pastor at Riverdale Community Christian, and facing his first real challenge.
“Come on, Axom, pleeeease,” he pleaded.
Axom tried his best to keep from smiling but felt the corners of his mouth betray him. His Youth Pastor sounded like such a kid himself, begging for a cookie that his mother was refusing him. And he looked so damned cute. Scott had what seemed like, at first glance, unruly, curly dark hair that fell carelessly across his face and halfway down the back of his neck, but upon closer inspection was meticulously coiffed. Each curl was perfectly placed on his head, and the blond highlights that ran through it were strategically spaced and accentuated. His tanned skin was the result of many hours at the beach, and not in a tanning booth, and made his steel blue eyes sparkle even more than they did naturally. His teeth were toothpaste-commercial white, and perfectly aligned, and they centered the most adorable smile that Axom had ever seen. His full lips were pink and soft and perpetually moistened, and they begged Axom to lean in and kiss them.
“I really can’t, Scott. Not this year, I just don’t have the …”
“Axom.” Scott leaned in and looked at him with a dire expectation he wasn’t expecting. “This is important. This is the final test of my leadership abilities, and could mean life or death for me. If I can’t prove to the Board that I can effectively lead the youth of this church, then I will probably be fired.”
“Scott, Pastor James is not going to fire you.”
“I could lose my scholarship.”
“You’re so dramatic. You’re not going to lose …”
“I could wind up on the streets, homeless.”
Axom laughed out loud, spraying spittle in front of him. “All right, all right. I’ll do it.” “Thank you!” Scott yelled, and jumped out of his chair and hugged him tightly.
Axom hugged him back, inhaling the sweet smell of his cologne on the nape of his neck. His cock began to harden as he felt Scott’s muscled body press against his own, and he pushed his Youth Pastor away from him gently.
“But you owe me big-time,” Axom said as he pulled his shirttail out from his jeans and let it fall across the front of his jeans. “So what do I have to do?”
“Nothing. That’s the great part about this. You don’t have to do anything. Just show up. When people hear that you’re coming, the other kids will start signing up in droves. All I need you to do is say you’re gonna be there, and then … well … be there. This retreat is gonna be the best one ever! We’ll play games, we’ll eat, we’ll bond and get to know each other better. It’ll be great.”
“Yeah, sounds like a real blast.”
“Come on, Bayh, you know you wanna come to the retreat. You can’t wait for it, can you? You’re gonna tell everyone you know that you’re coming and you’re gonna invite them to come along, too, right?”
Axom laughed. “I’ll see you next Friday. What time you want me here?”
“Five o’clock sharp. Be here or be square,” Scott said, then looked at the ceiling as if he wondered why the phrase didn’t sound right.
“Dork,” Axom said, and walked out the door.
Scott had been right. When word got around that Axom was coming, the sign-up list grew from three youth attending to over thirty in less than two days. By Wednesday evening, they’d had to stop accepting people at the retreat, because they only had room for forty. The church owned six cabins at Big Bear Lake, and they quickly were at full capacity. Though Axom knew almost everyone there, there were a few new faces in the crowd, and he enjoyed getting to know them.
The food was incredible, since one of the members of the church was a chef and owned three high-end restaurants in the city, and volunteered his services for the youth group retreat. The structured activities during the day were tolerable. They were very transparent in their goal of inspiring trust, confidence, and camaraderie among team members, but Scott was trying hard and did everything he could to make them fun and interesting, and he succeeded, for the most part. The games in the evenings were the best part, and a lot of fun, actually. Axom enjoyed the healthy competition, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed as much as he did while playing Taboo, Guesstures, and Scene It.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of Scott, though. The Youth Pastor seemed even cuter and more endearing that weekend than he ever had before, and Axom found himself staring across the table, and sometimes even across the room at him. He was fascinated with the way in which Scott engaged with the other kids, the way he flipped his hair back when it fell across his eyes as he moved his game pieces forward, and the dimples that popped up every time he laughed and closed his eyes at the same time.
On Saturday night, about halfway through a game of Guesstures, and right in the middle of one of Scott’s laughing fits, Axom felt his cock grow hard and throb against his hip. He hoped against hope that it’d just go away on its own, but knew it wouldn’t.
“Excuse me for a moment,” he said as he got up and left the room.
Each of the bedrooms accommodated between four and six members of the youth group, and it was almost impossible to find a time in which no one was in the rooms for one reason or another. And certainly it was too risky to get naked and spend five minutes beating off. So Axom went to one of the upstairs bathrooms, and pushed the button on the door handle behind him.
He kicked his jeans to the floor and quickly pulled his briefs off and threw them on top of his jeans as he sat on the toilet seat. His cock was fully hard, and throbbing, and when he wrapped his hand around it, a low moan escaped his throat. The shaft was hard as stone and the veins pulsed wildly as he slid his hand up and down the length of it. The head was fat and red, and when he squeezed the pole, a thick stream of precum oozed out of the tip of the head. With his thumb, Axom smeared the silky fluid around the head, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.
He stretched his legs out fully in front of him and reached down with one hand to squeeze his balls as he stroked his cock. His whole body began to quiver as he slid his hand up and down the long shaft slowly at first, and then faster as he felt the big balls tighten and the cum begin to churn in them.
“I’ll be back in a mo …,” Scott yelled down to the group below as he swung the door open and stepped inside the bathroom.
Axom froze midstroke, his legs stretched out in front of him, his reddened cock throbbing in his hand. He felt his eyes bulging and arched, and he felt like that old actress that he and his mom always paused the video on and laughed out loud at whenever she turned with the crazed look in her eyes and announced to some old director that she was ready for her close-up. He tried desperately not to look like that—to force his eyebrows back down to their normal position—to blink and then to look away from Scott standing in the open bathroom doorway. But nothing happened. It was like he’d been injected with a gallon of Botox—nothing moved. He also tried to remove his hand from his throbbing cock, but they seemed to be welded together.
Scott quickly shut the door behind him, and leaned against it for a moment, never taking his eyes off of Axom’s cock.
“I locked it,” Axom squeaked out, “I swear I did.”
“The lock on the knob doesn’t work anymore,” Scott said quietly, and turned slightly to slide the metal bar into the tunnel on the door jam. “You gotta use the other one.”
“Yeah, well, that might have been good information to have told me before …” He looked down and nodded at his still-swollen