The Hairy Bishop

Lucky parked his car in the alleyway. There was a small set of stairs leading to a plain brown door in the center of the alley, just like the guy had said. He opened the door and suddenly realized why the guys name was listed on Thrustr as Bishop.

The inside was a spacious and garishly decorated house of worship. Complete with a pulpit, stained glass windows, and row after row of wooden benches.

“Welcome,” came a deep voice from behind the pulpit. The guy looked just like his pictures, short cropped hair, well-trimmed mustache, tight jaw. Older than Lucky, but not by more than 20 years. He was taller than Lucky had expected too, a good two or three inches taller than himself. It was also obvious that the church had a gym on site.

“So, Bishop isn’t your name? You’re like, an actual Bishop?” Lucky asked.

“Both, actually. I’m Bishop Bishop,” said Bishop.

“I saw the eye of god once,” said Lucky.

“The good lord sees all,” said Bishop as he unzipped his pants.

“Amen,” said Lucky, who got onto his knees.

Bishop’s uncut pepper grinder flopped lazily out of his pants. Even at semi-soft the veins were thicky and pulsing. Lucky craned his neck backward so that he could take it slowly into his mouth while staring at Bishop in the eyes.

Bishop returned the stare, not breaking his stoic half smile. The cock grew thicker and harder, but kept its shape melting in a downward curve in Lucky’s throat.

Bishoped unbuttoned his shirt. Slowly, from the top down. Thick black and gray peppered chest hair pushed out over the top of the buttons.

“He’s hairier than I thought,” Lucky thought as a tear dripped down the side of his face.

Lucky gasped when the shirt made its way off because the bishop was covered in a thick coat of chest and belly hair. Lucky wanted to inhale the human blanket before him, but he would have to wait.

“On, your knees, son. Face to the ground, shorts off, ass in the air.”

Lucky followed the Bishop’s command, leaving his plain white jockstrap in place, and felt the pressure of a greased up finger penetrate his ass. It pushed and stretched him open in preparation for christ’s salami.

The Bishop grasped Lucky by the hips and lowered his cock onto Lucky’s winking hole. He pushed his way inside, slipping just far enough to tap on his prostate. All of Lucky’s insides lit up with pleasure and he stifled a groan. Bishop rocked back and forth on stiff legs as his hips left red marks on Lucky’s cheeks.

Bishop pulled out and guided Lucky to a cushioned bench under a series of stain-glassed windows. Bishop lay flat on his back and he guided Lucky to sit on top and ride him.

The curve of the Bishop’s cock, reversed this time, felt just as good the first time. Lucky groaned with every slow inch he took and he joyfully rode the man of god.

Lucky reached forward and massaged the Bishoped toned chest. He let his fingers penetrate and grip at the man’s chest hair. Listening to the crunch as he expanded and collapsed his fists in the hair.

The motion of the cock slipping greedily in and out of his anus was nothing to the pleasure he felt while rubbing the fur across the man’s chest. Lucky let himself lower onto the Bishop’s body. It was bristly, like a man, but somehow also soft.

Bishop wrapped muscular, hairy, arms around Lucky and tightened his grip. Lucky could feel the hair against his chest, his face, he could breathe in its lavender and lemon scent. He opened and closed his mouth and let hair glide over his lips. The hair glistened with the sweat they were both producing.

Lucky could feel Bishop’s balls begin to get tight. He buried himself deeper into the chest hair.

He could feel the thrusts get just a little faster. The hair tugged at Lucky and wrapped itself in his fingers, his arms.

He could feel little spasms in the shaft as it began to lose control. The hair grew and curled and connected around Lucky’s body.

Through his cocoon of hair, Lucky could hear the bishop grunt and groan. The hair grew thicker and tighter around Lucky’s body and he could barely breathe as it squeezed his lungs with each jittery thrust of Bishop’s cock.

“I’m going to. I’m going to. I’m cumming,” came the muffled sound of Bishop’s rasping voice and then Lucky felt the creamy spirit of god enter and fill him.

Lucky pulled away from Bishop’s chest hair despite how hard it fought to keep him connected to the older man.

“Well, uh, thanks for visiting the Church of Hoag’s Object. Come by for service sometime,” said Bishop, who was tucking his cock back into his pants.

Lucky could’ve sworn he saw a stained-glass eye wink at him. He pulled a hair from his mouth as he walked to the exit. He still wasn’t tired. He could see what he missed out with on Wüf, but he was also in the neighborhood of that new bathhouse The Glass Sauna.

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