I finally found the perfect job for me. I've always been good with my hands and I love helping folks. When I found the ad for the opening on Pastor Red's Board for helpers to build the homeless shelter for the neighboring town, I jumped at the chance. I was off from my Monday through Friday job if sticking shelves at Target so I could assist with the guys constructing the triple auditorium structure with connecting kitchen and chapel.
They already had a good portion of the structure built but they needed to complete the facility in time for the autumnal influx into our area of the indigent community. Plus I saw that some of the guys who had volunteered were exactly the kind of men I wouldn't mind hanging around in my days off.
Fortunately, my boyfriend Zach was also on board with the goodwill effort even though he didn't attend services with me as he didn't think the church was a good fit for him. He had stayed away from organized religion ever since his parents forced him to undergo conversion therapy in high school because their church deemed it the appropriate thing to do. I considered this a step in the right direction as at least he got to meet with some of the guys in my church and see that not all Christians were the sanctimonious assholes that he had been lead to believe they were.
When we arrived at the new facility, we were separated according to our strengths. Since I had a history as a carpenter a while back, they placed me with this muscular stud named Hank. He led the Holy Hammer Brigade and we were responsible for assisting with building a while shit load of cabinets for the three dormitory rooms so that guests would have places to store their few valuables while staying with them.
Zach was placed into the sorting storing squad who were responsible for maintaining order with the supplies for the effort. He was teamed up with a guy named Atilla and he looked like a muscular victor home from the battle. I knew Zach would love working under him as Atilla was both attractive as fuck with his broad hairy chest glistening under the lights and projected a fun caring persona that made everyone want to be with him, regardless of their sexual preference.
I guess I should tell you that my church wasn't a regular holy Bible thumping crowd. We are believers who feel that God would have had to have been a poly sexual being in order to understand all of us. Yes there was Mary Magdalene, but he also hung out with a big group of guys as well. Bromance didn't start in the 21st century!! I mean, he was in his late 20s and still living at home with his mother. Hello?
But enough about the inclusivity of our faith and probably my misunderstanding of our tenets, the overall thing is that we don't have the right to judge God's children, he does. He told us to just love them until he gets back home to set things right.
And one of the ways we show our love is by helping others out, like building shelter for folks who are down in their luck. So while I was pounding wood with Hank, Zach was Atilla's army of one in the battle to keep things in line at the ersatz store room.
An hour into things as we were starting to get sweaty and dirty while cutting boards and connecting them to create efficient sturdy shelving, I started hearing more of the chatter amongst the guys. They were talking about how they couldn't wait to taste the special treat was going to be making for lunch. Did you see the tasty new meat they gave him to work with?
Well I got kinda pumped as these guys were obviously talking about my baby Zach. Every guy likes to hear when others confirm that he made a good choice about something, like his mate. They were talking about him describing his nice frame and delectable ass. Well I was not expecting this. Not the kind of talk you'd expect from a church group.
One of the locals mentioned that he loves a tight ass because you know that it's gonna be so sweet to eat. The rest chuckled and added their two cents worth. One guy added that he bet Atilla was probably already working his magic balls on the new guy getting him ready to please a room full!
Another added that Atilla's balls alone are a room full! To which they all laughed again. Well I didn't like the way this conversation was going. I mean who doesn't like a little dirty talk while working but come on guys, this is going a bit far. Then I remembered that not even the guys from my church knew Zach because he didn't attend services, so I decided to cut them slack and not raise any fuss.
Still I was a little concerned from the tenor of the conversation. So at the earliest opportunity I slipped away to hit the can, but really I wanted to check in on Zach.
As I passed the group in the middle auditorium who were nailing up the final wall boards and sealing the room from the outside, I asked where I could find the storage center. They looked at me like I was crazy so I just asked where Atilla was. They smiled and pointed down a hallway towards what would become the kitchen. Then one guy handed me a box of finishing nails that they weren't going to need and asked me to return it for him.
So I marched towards the storeroom with my box of nails more sure if myself now that I had a reason to be there. I opened the door and walked into the big square room where several folding had been set up around some makeshift tables, obviously the room where the guys had been eating.
At first I didn't see anyone then I heard a low groaning from behind some boxes set up against a wall. There i could see the congenial face of the fellow I had admired at the beginning of the day. He was still shirtless and it looked like he might have stripped his work pants as well. Not cool.
As I came into better view I saw that indeed I was right as he was naked. And I could see he was stroking his cock. Where the fuck was Zach?
He looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a goofy grin that I'm sure put so many men at ease. The only thing was the smug bastard didn't even stop stroking his dick, even though he saw me. Then I saw something I couldn't comprehend. His cock was immense. About eight inches long but incredibly thick. It was as big around as a pizza on its side. And underneath it were two garbage bags, I thought. Then I saw that there were pubes growing on them. Holy fuck, were those his nuts?
Now I thought back to when I first saw him this morning and I was certain that I would've noticed something so extremely out of place as those balls. Still he smiled as he continued stroking his immensely oversized equipment. I remembered why I had come in here as I held out the box of nails and that's when I saw the last bit of non reality. Jutting from the end of his stretchy eight inch cock were two feet. What the hell kind of madness was this? Could he actually walk on it as well? There was so much surreal facts being thrown my way that I believed he could. As I started laughing to myself at thought of him racing down the street on this, one of the feet slipped inside his dick head. That's when the reality hit me. Those weren't HIS feet. The tattoo on the ankle of a cute teddy bear told me that I knew whose ankles they were.
I had just then put two and two together and came up with one missing boyfriend. The box dropped from my hands as I watched Atilla reach down and slide the other foot inside his monster dick and as the toes slid past the head and down the shaft, I saw the flexible shaft start to shrink back to its normal huge shape. In the matter of two minutes Atilla was standing there stroking his big fucking dick now just the diameter of a silver dollar.
His huge balls underneath him were moving around like a bag full of jello trying to get out. I saw vague human shapes pressed up against the walls of his scrotum, a hand here, a face there, even a hard dick at one point. When I finally got my mind together, I just asked how?
He smiled and said that he was blessed with the ability to take the least of our brethren and turn them into a bounteous harvest for the rest. On Saturdays Pastor Red assigns the next offering to me and I provide the guys with a full potion if the proceeds. I'm not really any good with construction, but I can provide enough nutrition for the whole team. And in return I get the added benefit of a little bit more added to my equipment.
This unknown fellow was a sure gift today. I made sure he got to sample my heavenly tool first. He was so happy as he tried to deep throat me. When he finally made me shoot my load he greedily swallowed my jizz and gripped my ass like he might fall away. As if!
When he finished drawing my snake it started growing in his mouth and it was all he could do to remove it from his lips. The growing shaft attached itself to his face as he tried to pull away from my engorging shaft and scrotum. As he struggled he just quickened the growth.
In no time his head was sliding into my stretchy piss hole and his sexy face was looking inside of me towards his final resting spot. I had time to cut away his clothes as his body struggled to free itself. But once my equipment catches someone, it doesn't release until it's churned him into a protein drink. Here feel how my balls are churning this guy now. Like a hundred mortar and pestles grinding him into a delicious salty yet sweet beverage.
I felt what could have been mistaken for the kick of an unborn child. The balls had started to reduce in size now as well.
Atilla uncrossed his arms and swiped a finger across the head of his dick and moaned in response to the taste. He told me that the first batch is definitely the best and I knew this one would be incredible. Didn't look like he smoked or drank and I can tell from the clean taste. He was right of course, Zach didn't smoke as he thought it was just gross and the last drink we had was the celebratory toast at new years.
He took another swipe and swished around in his mouth and groaned as he swallowed. He looked at me and grinned again as he declared that he could taste the sweet undertones of my favorite summer fruit, watermelon.
Son of a bitch! How did this mother fucker figure that out? We split a small melon last night as a treat. I remember watching the juices run down his mouth and neck. Now he had become the juices for somebody else.
Reality hit me as I realized just how messed up this whole affair had become. As I was becoming a bit more angry at how someone so casually talked about devouring my partner, three guys came in the room. It was Hank and two guys from the Hammer Brigade looking for me.
When they saw me in front of Atilla with his immense but shrinking nutsack, they simply asked him if everything was all right?
Atilla just sighed and said that the new fellow was just learning of our secret ritual here and actually helped me churn the latest choice of P. Red. Guess what guys, watermelon!!
The three broke into smiles and tried to swipe Atilla's cock head, but he just smacked their hands and told them they had to wait for lunch. Then with a grin he added that he hoped that they were hungry as it feels like my boys are mass producing today. Might gave enough for leftovers for during the week!
Then Hank raised his hand and reminded everyone that this was communion week and Pastor will want to make sure that everyone gets a taste. Then he finishes off the chalice like the good lord would want. Best get all you want today.
They then escorted me back to the work room where a set of shelves were waiting for me to put them together. The guys were talking all about the last time Atilla churned watermelon flavored spunk and the room had a light mood for the rest of the day.
At the end I was given a paper bag with Zach's clothes and a mason jar of freshly turned spunk for appreciation of the sacrifice I gave.
