There is a world out there that I keep in the dark. I say this poetically, the world of cock. Yes, cock, hot and hard cock. At church we are anti-cock suckers, anti-gay if you wish although we don't talk about that out loud any more. After all I was a church Deacon and I can assure you that when the Deacons get together they do not talk about the world of cock.

We had a professor from a local college in town work with us at the church on a program for youth. After all the same kids that were in church would be going to college and we wanted them to have access early on to a college professor, to ask questions, get answers, help them with their plans. And their parents too, we felt that the parents would get a lot out of talking first hand to a professor. He was an expert in the classroom, he had been a professor for over twenty years, and he had worked with placement personnel and school counselors to working with us at the church was an easy assignment.

I noticed when we talked to the kids that he focused heavily on the boys and answered quickly to girl questions. Not that he wasn't nice to them, I am pretty sure they didn't notice the subtle difference. He just gravitated to the boys more than to the girls. We had a couple of nice handsome boys who were all state athletic boys and they were used to getting a lot of attention and he gave them a lot of attention. And as a Deacon I had the opportunity to be at the church at any given hour in the afternoon and that afternoon I went to the church for some business and I walked past the room where the professor was meeting with the kids and for that split second I noticed that he was with one of the all state boys. It stuck in my mind, the professor sitting on the desk and the boy standing right up to him, way to close. I went back and yes the professor was sitting on the desk and the boy was standing right up to him, they were definitely in each other's personal space. And the professor was rubbing his leg and they were speaking of private matters. I left.

That night I had a dream, it was a wet dream, I got hard that night thinking of the professor with the all state boy, touching him, taking his cock out of his pants and sucking him, I came that night because I was dreaming of fucking the boy, I had the pillow under me and I came in the pillow. Bright, colorful, realistic dream. I hadn't had a boy dream in a very long time. I have to say that I had a tiny bit of guilt, but it went away and I started to look at these all state boys different, something you should never do. I noticed that the professor was getting along real well with that boy and he told me that he had convinced the boy to stay in town and go to school there and not go to a big college where he would be lost. I had another wet dream, and another. And just coincidence I was in the men's room and the boy walks in and stands beside me and unzipped his pants and I saw him pull out his cock and start to pee. I stood there pretending to pee and didn't put my cock away until he was done and he put his cock away. He had a perfect cock, I dreamt of his cock and I got jealous of the professor to think that he was sucking that cock. What a beautiful cock, what a beautiful boy.

The all state boys graduated and one went off to the big school out of town and the other stayed in town and went to the local college. When I saw him in church which was far less often I asked him how things were going and he was happy to be where he was. When I spoke with the professor I was sure to talk to him about the all state boy and help him out whenever he could. It was in his voice that when he said he kept up with him that I knew that he had found someone special. I know about someone special, when you have someone special your voice gives it away. But as a Deacon I had to pretend not to notice.

In this world of the dark where I live I have someone special, he is a young man who came up from Central America and he works as a groundskeeper for the city park service. He has a brown cock, it is a little big for a young man his size, and he sometimes gets a little ahead of himself, much like a horse that wants to run but you have to keep him in check. Sometimes he gets excited and I have to give in and put the pillow under me, the same pillow I have my wet dreams with, I put the pillow under me and the young man takes things into his own hands and I have to surrender to him. I always seem to have a wet dream when he is with me, but this time I was thinking of the all state boy and his nice white cock, perfectly circumcised, peeing in the men's room. I was thinking about that while I surrendered to the young man from Central America.