Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 00:54:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Luke <inadequatetheater@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shady River -- Shady River Baptism (Chapter 3)

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Shady River Baptism

Chapter 3

by InadequateTheater

"Fucking goddamn Christ!"

Reverend Killian winced as Deacon Miles thrust hard one last time into his
stepson's ass, flooding the teen's shit chute with what Killian reasoned
was a flood of baby batter.  Wyatt let out one low continuous groan,
flicking his tongue out at the same time to catch the droplets of sweat
that rained down off Deacon Miles's shirtless torso.

"Goddamn," Miles let out with a sigh.  "Goddamn."

"Can we do it again?" Wyatt asked in an almost pleading tone.  "Just once
more."

Deacon Miles tossed his head back slightly and gave a quick laugh.  The joy
and pride that flowed with the sound caused Killian's chest to clench.

"You've about wore me out, son," Miles told Wyatt, smacking him lightly on
the thigh.

Recently, Killian had overheard Miles referring to Wyatt as 'son'.  He had
tried not to let the affectation get to him, but it was no use.  Miles was
winning Wyatt over easily.  Moreover, the longer the reverend thought about
it, the more it felt like he was to blame.

"We'd better get dressed," Miles was saying, meanwhile.  "The rev will be
by in a bit to pick you up, and neither one of us would be able to explain
this to him."

Wyatt gave a disappointed sigh, but nodded in consent.  Killian watched as
Miles helped his stepson up off the desk they'd just finished fornicating
on top of.  The desk belonged to Reverend Killian.  It had been donated to
the office the week after Killian was swore in as Red Agony Creek Baptist
Church's official minister.

Killian had arrived ten minutes ago to pick Wyatt up.  Wyatt was supposedly
called to help Deacon Miles with something for his Sunday School class.
Killian had found his office door unlocked and the two going at it like
starved wolves.  Killian had been on the verge of stopping them when he
felt his cock thicken.  He'd stood there while his stepson took Deacon
Miles's thick cock like a champion.  It had made Killian envious, furious,
and full of bitter sorrow all at the same time.  The climax he'd achieved
from watching the two had left the white wall spotted with his cum.  The
empty sensation in Killian's heart, however, was what occupied him now.

Zipping up, Killian backed away into a nearby storage closet and hid while
Miles and Wyatt tidied up inside his office.  A minute or two later,
Wyatt's footsteps were heard coming through the small, narrow corridor.

"I'll be in the gym," Killian overheard Wyatt telling Deacon Miles.  "If
m... if the reverend shows up, would you let him know where I am?"

"I'll be more than happy to, son," Miles replied, his voice tinted with
laughter as Wyatt's footsteps hurried out of the corridor into the
sanctuary.

Killian waited a moment more, wondering how long he would have to stay
hidden before Deacon Miles left.

"You can come out now, reverend," Deacon Miles said in a louder tone than
was necessary, answering Killian's question.

Killian was caught off-guard, but gathered himself quickly and stepped out
into the corridor.  Deacon Miles was standing under the light fixture,
leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Miles asked, wearing a smug grin.

Killian's eyes narrowed.  "How long did you know...?" he started to ask.

"...you were standing there?" Miles broke in, finishing the reverend's
question.  "I guessed.  You've been spying on the two of us for the past
few weeks.  The closet seemed like the best place for you to hide and watch
us from, so I took a chance and called out."

Killian let in a deep breath, intending to read Deacon Miles the riot act,
but something made him hold back.

"When did you find out?" he asked instead, the calmness in his voice
sounding foreign.  "That I was watching you?"

"Spotted you in the mirror of the men's restroom," Miles replied,
chuckling.

Killian felt his anger rise now.  "Why him?" he demanded, the fury in him
making his head spin.  "Why did it have to be my son?"

Miles burst out laughing, making the reverend blink.  "Your son?" he
wondered incredulously.  "Since when is that boy your son?  Since when have
you paid him the slightest bit of attention?"

Killian's mouth slowly closed as Miles's words drilled straight through
him.  The rage he'd been riding fizzled out like a balloon that had sprung
a leak.  Defeated, Killian stared at the man who'd just rough fucked his
stepson.

"He's still supposed to be my son," Killian tried.

"He wants a man in his life," Miles said, and to the deacon's credit, it
sounded as though he pitied the reverend just the slightest bit.  "The boy
wants someone to show him the ropes, how to be a man in the world.  I
didn't see you volunteering."

"That's what you think this is supposed to be about?" Killian snapped, his
anger back, though not in full force yet.

Miles shook his head.  "Any attention is better than none where that boy is
concerned," the deacon countered with.  "If fucking his ass is what makes
him feel wanted, who the hell are you to fucking judge."

Killian wanted to respond, but found the deacon's words held too much truth
to them.

"If you'd given the boy the time of day before now, this wouldn't have
happened," Miles said.  "Let's face facts, reverend.  You don't care that
the boy is offering his ass up to me.  You're pissed because I stung your
pride."

Killian scowled, disgust painted over his face.  "The only reason you're
doing this is to get to me," he raged, the anger finally boiling up from
deep within.  "You're just doing this to try and get my goat.  Why don't
you just man up and get it out in the open, huh?"

Miles's eyes narrowed at the reverend.  "Do you really want to have this
conversation?" Miles asked warningly.

Killian swallowed.  "No," the reverend said, and it sounded like a
confession.  "I wanted it to stay buried behind me.  How did you find out?"

"How else?" Miles replied, shrugging.  "I spent my last couple years of
college spanking my meat to your stuff.  You were my favorite gay porn
star."

Killian rolled his eyes in defeat.  "Who the fuck would've guessed that a
fan of mine would be in a place like Shady River?"

"I have downloads of every film you ever made on my computer," Miles went
on, grinning like a cat now.  "They're some of my sons' favorites too."

Killian's eyes doubled in size.  "I'm not here to spill your dirty little
secret," Miles said.  "Consider that my token of good faith.  Everyone has
secrets, and some can stay buried in the past."

"I don't believe you," Killian replied, his voice curt.

Miles's mouth turned upward slightly into a half-smile.  "Well, I never
said that I didn't consider telling," he confessed.  "Wyatt's a good boy,
though, and I've already got a wife of my own.  You can keep playing at
being a man of God, and I'll keep right on showing my boys about the ways
of the world."

Miles started to walk past Killian, but the reverend reached out to grab
the deacon by the arm.

"I don't know that I like Wyatt learning from you," he said warningly.

Miles met Killian's stare calmly.  "Maybe not," he said.  "But if you try
to bring me down, I'll make damned certain that you fall along with me."

Killian had no response to that and let the deacon go.  Rather than leave,
Deacon Miles stood where he was a moment longer, considering Killian.

"Besides," Miles added, a thread of sadism weaving its way through his
tone.  "Who do you think Wyatt would rather learn how to be a man from?
You, or me?"

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Wyatt sat stiffly in the passenger seat of his stepfather's truck watching
as the trees rolled past.  Up ahead, a dirt road veered off from the narrow
paved highway.  In the driver's seat, his stepdad pulled down on the signal
bar and applied the break, bringing the truck into a turn.  Right
afterward, before they reached the turn in the road less than a hundred
feet away, Reverend Killian slowed to a near-stop.

"This is it," he said in a quiet, stiff voice as the truck rolled into the
small driveway.

Wyatt gave their soon-to-be new home a once-over.  Pine trees were planted
in an oddly-shaped pattern throughout the front yard, marking the area,
keeping the house behind them from being too visible.  The driveway wove
between them, coming to a stop in front of an impressive two-story Old
Victorian-style house.

It was the sort of place that looked far too outlandish to serve as the
pastorium, even for a Southern Baptist church.

"This will be our new home soon," the reverend continued, bringing the
truck to a complete stop inside the garage.

"When?" Wyatt asked aloud half-heartedly.

Reverend Killian was already climbing out of the truck.  Wyatt followed
suite, closing the door carefully behind him.

"Soon, I think," the reverend said, leading Wyatt up to the front door, the
key already in the reverend's hand.  "The widow Middleton said that the
house might need a few repairs.  She hasn't lived here in years."

Wyatt waited at the bottom step while the reverend opened the door.  The
smell of mold and dust wavered down to tickle the end of his nose well
before he climbed up after his stepfather.  Wyatt grimaced as he stepped
into the foyer.

"Talk about your fixer-uppers," he mumbled.  "Ida Middleton should've hired
a contractor to evaluate the property before trying to buy her way into
heaven by donating this place."

Reverend Killian turned around at the remark, making Wyatt stop short.
Wyatt waited there, expecting the reverend to admonish him for his smart
remark.  It looked as though the reverend might for a moment, but then his
face softened.

"You don't like it?" he asked, sounding cautious.

Wyatt's eyes darted around the entrance hall at the mildew on the tile
floor, the cracks in the wood paneling on the walls, and the peeled Spackle
on the ceiling.

"I guess it's not bad," he said, careful in how he phrased his next
statement.  "I just..."

Wyatt stopped short, unsure if there was a way to speak his thoughts
without getting a smack.

Reverend Killian gave him a sympathetic smile.  "The place needs a lot of
work," he said.  "That what you're trying to say?"

Wyatt glanced around again, this time more openly.  "To say the least," he
concluded.

Killian laughed, and nodded in agreement.  "We won't be the only ones
working on it," he assured Wyatt.  "A lot of people from the church will be
pitching in."

"That's a relief," said Wyatt, meaning it.  "I'd hate to think how long
it'd take the three of us to put this place back together."

"No kidding," the reverend agreed.  "Let's have ourselves a look around and
see what's what.  We can decide what we're gonna do today afterward."

The house looked like it had been built over fifty years ago as a testament
to the old money of the Middleton family.  Ida Middleton had inherited it
from her grandmother and lived there with her husband until his passing
some ten years prior.  Not wishing to spend her last remaining years before
greeting the Lord Jesus surrounded by bitter memories, Ida and two other
senior ladies from Shady River had rented an apartment together.

Ida Middleton had outlived both ladies.  Having no use for her old family
home, she'd contacted the church roughly a month ago, knowing it was in
need of a new pastorium.  Wyatt had heard the story before already.  The
two-story house was big, bigger than what three people would require.
There was an expansive bedroom downstairs with a built-in bathroom.  Wyatt
eyed the living space for a moment before following his stepfather to the
back where the kitchen, dining room, and laundry area was.

"Your mother is going to have a fit when she sees this," Reverend Killian
said resignedly.  "She hates the idea of being in a dirty kitchen.  I can't
see her taking this mess well."

Wyatt followed his stepfather's gaze over the kitchen area, which was in
far worse shape than the entrance hall they'd come down, and silently
agreed.

"Upstairs?" Killian suggested.

The upstairs had two bathrooms, one of which was connected to a second
master bedroom, along with three more smaller bedrooms.  Wyatt wondered
which one would be his once the place was presentable.  The reverend,
meanwhile, was wandering from room to room, surveying the damage.  Every
minute or so, though, Wyatt could feel his stepfather's eyes watching him
closely.  It made Wyatt uncomfortable.  Wyatt kept his hands stuck in his
pockets just in case his stepfather was checking to see if he would break
something accidentally.

Taking refuse inside the smallest bedroom next to the upstairs master
bedroom, Wyatt propped himself up against a wall where he would be out of
the reverend's sight.  He could feel Deacon Miles's cum deep inside him.
Deacon Miles had instructed him to take a shit to keep the cum from
sloshing out and staining his briefs.  Wyatt had gone to the bathroom once
already, but the deacon had stuffed him with a hefty-sized load this time
around.  He could still feel a little bit of it back in the far reaches of
his guts.

The thought of there being a part of the deacon still inside him caused
Wyatt's dick to stiffen.  Checking around the corner to make sure the coast
was clear, Wyatt freed his hardening cock and gave it a few easy strokes,
spitting into his hand for good measure, which was another trick Deacon
Miles had showed him.

Wyatt didn't have long to play with himself, sadly.  Before he could work
up a steady rhythm, the sound of his stepfather clomping down the stairs
echoed through the second story.  Wyatt jerked, losing his grip on his cock
in the process, and quickly stuffed it back into his pants.  Taking several
deep breaths to calm himself, Wyatt wondered for a moment whether the
reverend knew what he was up to.

In the end, though, there was no sure fire way to be certain.  Wyatt knew
he couldn't stay upstairs forever, so with a defeated look on his face and
a slump to his shoulders, the teen trudged out of the small bedroom and
down the stairs.

The reverend was waiting for him in the downstairs master bedroom.

"Not bad," Reverend Killian said, looking around the room with his back
toward Wyatt.

Wyatt paused, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks.  "What?" he asked,
caught very much off his guard.

"The room," Reverend Killian answered.  "I was thinking that this could be
your space.  What do you think?"

It took a moment for Wyatt to process what the reverend was saying.
"This?" he asked, certain he'd misunderstood.  "Wouldn't this be yours and
mom's bedroom?"

"There's a space for us upstairs," Killian said, looking around over his
shoulder at Wyatt.  "Ida Middleton told me she had this space converted
into a bedroom for her husband before he died.  He couldn't get up or down
the stairs all that well, so this was his room.  You're free to have it if
you want."

Wyatt swallowed and looked over the room.  Though it was in the same state
more or less as the rest of the house, the space was large and came with
its own bathroom.  The idea of it being his room held merit.

"Would that make you happy?"

The question startled Wyatt.  "Sorry, sir?" he asked, again wondering
whether he'd heard the reverend right or not.

"Would you be happy in here?" the reverend repeated, giving Wyatt a heated
look.

Wyatt felt his face burn.  "I..." he struggled, feeling his tongue tie up
in knots.  "Why," he tried again, managing some success.  "Why would you
ask me that?"

Reverend Killian stared down at Wyatt a moment.  Wyatt felt tiny under his
stepfather's gaze, but couldn't seem to get his feet to move so he could
leave the room.  To his surprise, the reverend moved over to sit down on
the side of the bed that had been left behind.

"This is my fault," he said softly.

Wyatt wasn't sure what his stepfather meant, so he said nothing.  "I never
meant to make you feel like you weren't wanted in your own home, Wyatt,"
the reverend began, keeping his head down.  "Or that I didn't want you
around."

Wyatt swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and stared across
the gap that separated himself from the reverend.

"Then why did you send me to that Christian boarding school?" he asked
tentatively.

Reverend Killian raised his head up.  "I thought you wanted to go," he
replied.  "Your mother went on about how you would feel better there."

Slowly, Wyatt shook his head.  "I never wanted to go," he countered.  "She
told me that you were the one who insisted.  I assumed you did it because
you didn't want me around."

Reverend Killian watched Wyatt's face for a moment before hanging his head
again, this time wearing a scowl.

"I guess I should've seen that one," he grumbled.  "Your mother always did
have a way with words.  Especially words that weren't remotely accurate to
what was said."

Wyatt's mouth turned upward into a smirk as he nodded in silent agreement.

"I saw you today," Killian said slowly, raising up as he spoke to watch
Wyatt's reaction.

Wyatt took a reactionary step back.  "With Deacon Miles," Killian added for
good measure.  "I know he seduced you, and that it's because I made you
feel unwanted."

Wyatt's feet stayed stuck to the floor suddenly, unable or unwilling to go
back any further.

"I think that Miles may have done it to put me in my place," Killian said,
watching Wyatt carefully in case he bolted for the door.  "He knows
something about me."

Despite the fear Wyatt felt, a slither of curiosity wriggled its way up
from inside him.  "I'm going to tell you what it's all about," Killian
said, "so that there's no more secrets between us.  I think you should be
able to come to me if you want something, whether I'm your actual father or
not."

Wyatt hesitated, giving the reverend time to draw in a long, deep breath.

"I used to do porn, Wyatt."

Wyatt waited a second, then burst out laughing.

"It's true," Killian said, keeping his tone flat as Wyatt convulsed.  "I
was a porn star while I was in college, and for a little while afterward.
My parents couldn't afford to pay for everything, and a friend told me how
I could make extra cash on the side as a nude model."

Wyatt's laughter came to a stop as he saw the seriousness on his
stepfather's face.  "You were a nude model?" he said, making it a question.
"In Shady River?"

Reverend Killian's eyes narrowed.  "I didn't always live in Shady River,"
Killian said, admonishing.  "Before I met your mother, I lived out in
California."

Wyatt's eyes widened in shock.  "I don't mention that fact about myself
much either," the reverend went on.  "You know how most people around here
are about folks going out of state."

"That's true," Wyatt acknowledged.

The reverend cleared his throat before continuing.  "I grew up a couple
counties over from Shady River," he explained.  "After graduation, a buddy
of mine talked me into running off with him to California.  My parents
pitched a shit duck fit."

Wyatt's eyes widened again, but then he broke into a grin.  Reverend
Killian grinned right along with him.

"I stayed in touch with them," Killian said, "but my buddy dropped off the
face of the Earth after a couple of years."

"What happened?" Wyatt asked curiously.

"He fell in with this holdover hippie commune," Killian explained
nonchalantly.  "It was nothing serious.  We just fell out of touch after a
while.  His parents liked to have a heart attack though."

"And you became a porn star?"

Wyatt's eyebrow was raised, clearly still having trouble processing that
fact.

"I did," Killian said, nodding.  "I'd decided to enroll at a university
after spending six months working on the docks.  My parents, like I said,
couldn't afford to send me much money.  I had some from a scholarship I'd
wrangled, but it wasn't enough.  One of my classmates, a guy my roommate
knew, told me how he made money posing nude for a porn company.  He
introduced me to his agent, who got me into the industry."

Wyatt waited, intrigued, while Killian paused to swallow.

"After a bit, my agent told me the offers for nude modeling weren't coming
in like they used to.  I'm pretty sure now that he was lying through his
teeth, but at the time, I'd hit a rough patch financially and was willing
to do anything for money.  That must have been music to his ears, because
he told me about a part on a gay porn film."

"What?" Wyatt exclaimed.

Killian paused.  "Sorry, I thought you understood," he said.  "I was a gay
porn star."

It took several minutes for Wyatt to close his mouth.  "You did," he began,
having trouble forming his words, "gay porn?"

"Up 'till around ninety-seven," his stepfather said.  "My agent told me men
made way better money doing gay porn films than straight ones.  It took a
little convincing on his part, but I finally caved."

The reverend waited a moment while Wyatt collected himself.

"The real shocker for me was how much I liked it," he added.

Wyatt went still and waited for his stepfather to tell him he'd been
kidding.  "What?" he tried, completely baffled now.  "I mean... why did..."

What made you stop?" he asked finally.

"My parents found out," the reverend explained.  "I'd been doing porn for
several years.  It paid for my degree, but by the time I graduated, I was
cranking out about three or four films a year.  In those days, you had to
bust your ass to get noticed because the internet wasn't what it eventually
turned into.  I had a choice of trying to force my way into my field of
study, which was competitive at the time, or going full time into doing
porn where I was already making a big name for myself."

Killian paused, unsure of whether to admit his next thought aloud or not.
"If I were honest with myself now," he began hesitantly.  "A lot of that
decision came from how much money I was making, but I really did think I
could just square it away as a retirement fund."

"What happened to it?" Wyatt asked, unwilling to stop himself.

"Most of it's gone," the reverend said honestly.  "I had to spend a lot of
it on going back to school, but I put a little aside.  It's in an account
reserved for emergencies."

"Oh."  Wyatt nodded and waited for his stepfather to continue.  "Why did
you quit being a porn star if you liked it so much?" he asked when Killian
didn't resume speaking.

"My parents found out," Killian replied.  "Someone sent them a VHS copy of
my 'Greatest Scenes' collection."

"They didn't take it well," Wyatt guessed.

"Not at all," said the reverend flatly.  "They were on the phone with me
for months, alternating between screaming at me and crying over how I would
burn in hell for all eternity.  It eventually got to me, and when they
started making trips out to California, I decided that was enough.  I
agreed to quit and move back home.  When I did that, Mom began to push me
to go to seminary school so I could wash off the stain of sin I'd brought
upon myself.  I did it mostly to make her happy.  I'd never been good at
telling her 'no'.  Moving out to California had been the one big
disobedient thing I'd ever done."

"Becoming a porn star didn't count?" Wyatt asked, halfway joking.

"She never expressly forbade me from doing porn," Killian said wryly.  "Not
until after she found out anyway."

The room grew quiet after that.  Wyatt remembered that he'd been about to
run out the door before the conversation started, and wondered whether he
ought to leave now, albeit for different reasons.  The reverend was still
sitting on the bed.  Slowly, hesitant at first, Wyatt walked over to where
his stepfather sat and lowered himself down on the spot next to him.

"What now?" Wyatt asked.  "Is Deacon Miles blackmailing you?"

"He says he isn't," replied Killian, unconvinced.  "He let something about
himself slip earlier today, but there's more evidence to support his claim
than any charge I could bring against him."

Killian eyed Wyatt for a moment.  "And then there's the fact that he's
screwing a minor," he added sardonically.  "And a young man at that.
People wouldn't take kindly to that news, though it would mean dragging
your name all the way through the mud and out the other side."

Wyatt smiled, not speaking for a moment.  "I'm glad you told me," he said,
giving his stepfather a smile.

Killian returned it with a warm smile of his own.  "Would you mind if I
asked you a couple of questions?" he asked carefully.

Wyatt thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay," Killian began, thinking over what he wanted to ask.  "Why did you
let Deacon Miles piss on you?"

Wyatt raised one eyebrow curiously.  "You were a porn star and you don't
know the answer to that?"

"I wasn't into the real kinky stuff," Killian fired back, though not
angrily.  "The closest thing I did was smoke a cigar while wearing a pair
of leather chaps.  I had the taste of that thing in my mouth for days
afterward."

"Dick?" Wyatt asked, teasingly.  "Or the cigar?"

Killian scowled playfully at his stepson.  "Seriously, though," he pressed.
"Why did he do that to you?"

Wyatt thought the question over for a moment.  "It's like he was marking
me," Wyatt explained.  "Claiming me as his.  I'd read about it before and
didn't think I'd be into it, but in that moment, it made me feel safe.  He
made me feel like I was under his protection."

Killian gave Wyatt a pained expression before turning away.  "I suppose
that makes sense," he said softly.  "Did you enjoy what he did to you?"

Wyatt waited a moment before speaking.  "Yes," he said.  "I honestly did."

Reverend Killian let out a long, tired sigh.  "I should have been the one
to show you," he said.  The words slipped out before he could stop himself.
Killian shook his head and tried again quickly.

"I mean," he said.  "I should have at least explained things to you so you
wouldn't have been taken advantage of by Deacon Miles."  Wyatt was looking
at Killian when he turned back to his stepson.  "Keeping you safe is
supposed to be my job," he said, looking miserable.  "Miles said that
everyone in the congregation talks about how I don't care for you.  I
suppose all of Shady River knows by now."

Wyatt didn't turn away.

"Did you mean what you just said?" he asked softly, tears welling up around
the corner of his eyes.

"What?"  Killian watched as Wyatt blinked the tears back.  "Mean what,
son?"

The word 'son' slipped out, but Killian didn't feel like taking it back.
"About being the one to teach me," said Wyatt in a shaky voice.  "Instead
of Deacon Miles."

Killian swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his dick to mind its
own damn business.  The lump went down much easier than his cock.  Before
Killian could win the second battle, though, Wyatt was launching himself
into his stepfather's arms.  Killian locked his arms around Wyatt's smaller
frame and held on tightly.

The reverend wasn't sure when it began exactly.  One minute, he'd been
kissing his stepson on top of his head while Wyatt sobbed.  Then Wyatt had
moved his head slightly so he had access to his face.

Then they were kissing each other on the mouth.

Then Wyatt had the reverend's pants open, and was stroking Killian's
exposed cock.

Then, they were naked.

Then, Killian was on top of Wyatt, pressing his smaller frame into the
dirty mattress while his cock pressed up against the tight ring protecting
Wyatt's asshole.

When the ring gave, Wyatt cried out the most erotic word Killian had ever
heard before.

"Daddy!"

Wyatt was bucking his hips up to meet his stepfather's thrusts, pounding
his own ass against Killian's thick daddy dick as it slammed down to meet
him.  Killian had pushed his stepson's legs up to where Wyatt was almost
bent in half.  Each time his stepfather pushed down, Wyatt would cry out in
painful pleasure.

"So... big!" Wyatt managed to gasp.  "So... much... bigger!"

Hearing this drove the reverend into a fucking frenzy.  He and his stepson
rode one another atop the squeaking mattress, slamming their bodies
together in an attempt to become completely one.  Their moans rang out
through the house, echoing off the walls in a symphony of incestuous lust.

"Can I cum inside you, son?" the reverend asked as their thrusts picked up
speed.  "Would you like your new daddy to cum inside his boy's ass?  Breed
you?  Make you daddy's proud and special boy?"

"Fuck!" Wyatt cried out, unable to answer properly.

Reverend Killian took that as an affirmative answer and wrapped both arms
around Wyatt's back.  Bringing his stepson up off the mattress, Killian
planted Wyatt down in his lap, forcing the teen onto his rock-hard minister
cock.  Wyatt hissed as the thick dick slid into his cum-coated bowels,
which were already slick from the pounding and breeding Deacon Miles had
given him.

"Piss inside of me, Daddy!"

Reverend Killian froze for a second, but then began moving his stepson up
and down on top of his cock.

"Are you sure?" the reverend asked.

Wyatt let out a long groan of pure pleasure that sent shock waves down his
stepdad's spine.  "I want you to claim my asshole completely," Wyatt
grunted out around his stepfather's thrusts.  "I want you to wash Deacon
Miles away.  I want you to be my Daddy from now on."

The two locked eyes with one another.  Wyatt reached up and wrapped both
arms around his stepfather's neck, securing himself so he could watch as
the reverend fucked him.  Reverend Killian hesitated only a moment more
before pushing Wyatt all the way down onto his dick.  Reverend Killian then
held Wyatt securely for a moment.

"Ready?"

Wyatt nodded.  "Yes, Daddy," he said lovingly, staring hard into the
reverend's eyes.  "Fill me up with your warmth."

Wyatt gasped in surprised as a warm and wonderful sensation spread through
his insides, starting in his ass before moving up deeper.

"Yes!" he screamed.  "Yes, Daddy!  YES!"

Wyatt's cock twitched, and suddenly, teenage cum rocketed from the tip into
the air.  Killian flinched, but grinned broadly like a proud father as his
stepson painted their flesh with his cum.

"Good boy," he praised.  "Very good boy!"

"I'm cumming, Daddy," Wyatt shouted for the whole world outside to hear.
"I'm cumming for you, Daddy!  I'm cumming so much just for you.  Piss
inside me, Daddy.  Don't ever stop.  I want to feel you flowing in me
forever!"

Killian gripped Wyatt tightly and held him down.  He could feel his piss
flowing down out of Wyatt's ass now, staining the dirty sheets they were
crouched on.  The stains would become a testament to their bonding.

"I've got to cum now," the reverend whispered in Wyatt's ear as his piss
stream tapered off.  "My balls around about to bust on me.  Daddy needs to
breed his boy now."

Wyatt nodded, then leaned forward so that his weight was pressing against
Killian.  Killian saw what Wyatt was trying to do and voluntarily leaned
backward until he was spread out over the mattress.  Once he was straddling
his stepfather, Wyatt began bouncing up and down, riding the reverend's
cock.  Wyatt's ass made sloshing noises as the cum that was leftover from
the deacon's fuck poured out along with his stepfather's piss.

Wyatt felt his bowels emptying.  The deacon had already shown him how to
properly clean himself.  Now he was being cleansed of the deacon's presence
inside of him.  Every last trace of Deacon Miles was being washed away by
his new daddy's fluids.

Reverend Killian grabbed Wyatt by the hips and began slamming his dick up
into Wyatt's ass, fucking the last little bit of his piss and the deacon's
cum out.  With a roar, Killian suddenly came, flooding Wyatt's shit chute
with his load, painting the teen's insides white with his man cream.

"God!" Wyatt screamed as a second orgasm rocked his entire body.

"Praise the Lord!" the reverend hollered.

Both men burst out laughing.  All out of energy now, Wyatt collapsed down
into the reverend's arms, savoring the feel of the strong man holding him.

"I love you, Daddy," whispered Wyatt, pulling himself even closer into his
new daddy's embrace.  "I love you so much."

"I love you too, son," the reverend whispered back to him.  "No one's ever
gonna take you away from me ever again.  I promise."

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