Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2013 01:25:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Jonathan Luke Subject: Shady River -- Shady River Baptism (Chapter 4) All the standard fanfare regarding this story applies. Play it safe in real life, and only with those that are consensual. Copyright, 2013. This is my story and no one has a right to reproduce it, link it to other sites, or use it without my permission. It is also fiction. Contact me at InadequateTheater@yahoo.com Help a poor writer out by checking out my Author's Page at: www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_422 ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Shady River Baptism Chapter 4 by InadequateTheater "Daddy?" Wyatt jumped as a pair of strong arms seized him from behind. The teen felt his body being dragged up against the hard frame of Deacon Miles, who gripped the young man tightly. "Damn right it's Daddy," Wyatt heard the deacon whisper in a soft, but rough voice. "And Daddy's missed his little bitch." Wyatt opened his mouth to speak, but a gasp escaped his throat instead as he felt Deacon Miles nuzzle the soft spot of flesh behind Wyatt's ear. "Where you been, boy?" Deacon Miles demanded, squeezing Wyatt's body tighter. Wyatt felt his throat dry out. The teen's heart pounded against his ribcage as though trapped there, and fighting to escape. His whole body tingled under the deacon's tight squeezing. Through the thick clothing they both wore, Wyatt could feel the deacon's muscles. They were each dressed for evening worship services, which had ended not too long ago. Wyatt's mom had gone home already to fix dinner. The rest of the congregation had done the same, and to sit in front of their TV sets to watch the Sunday night movie. The sanctuary was now devoid of anyone else. Wyatt had stayed behind to help the reverend, not realizing Deacon Miles was lurking behind. Now, Wyatt could feel a small stain forming on the fly of his dress pants. His teen cock was oozing precum from the head in earnest. Try as he might, Wyatt couldn't quite push down the desire he felt. Deacon Miles was stirring something up from within him. The worst part was that Wyatt couldn't be sure that he wanted Deacon Miles to stop. "I waited for you in the gym before the sermon," Deacon Miles went on, sounding slightly angry now. "I thought we could spend a little quality father/son time together. How come you never showed?" Wyatt tried to open his mouth, but felt the words stick in his throat. "He was spending time with me." Wyatt let out a gasp of relief at the sound of his stepfather's voice. Deacon Miles, meanwhile, turned slightly, bringing Wyatt with him to face the reverend, who glared at the two with both arms folded. "I guess I should thank you, Deacon Miles," the reverend went on in an icy tone, which seemed to make the candles atop the altar where Miles and Wyatt stood flicker. "After what you told me earlier in the week, I decided it was up to me to be more of a positive influence in my stepson's life." Deacon Miles blinked, then flinched ever so slightly. "Wyatt does need a father figure," Reverend Killian stated, as though agreeing with Deacon Miles wholeheartedly. "He needs the sort of attention that only a man can give a young boy. I'd been neglecting that up until recently. You made me realize this." Slowly, Wyatt detached himself from Deacon Miles's grip, who watched the teen leave his arms as though through dreamy haze. Wyatt stepped away from the altar up to his stepfather, who stood cautiously in the aisle between the front row pews. When the two men were face-to-face, Wyatt reached out to grip the reverend in his arms. Reverend Killian responded by wrapping both arms around his stepson. Reverend Killian raised up after a moment, looking over Wyatt's head at Deacon Miles, who was observing the exchange with a calculating look. "This is my son," the reverend declared. "You ought not to have meddled in our affairs the way you did, Deacon." "So you up and decide it's time to play father figure to the boy you've overlooked all this time," Deacon Miles responded with snidely, "and suddenly everything's perfect?" Reverend Killian felt Wyatt go rigid in his arms and carefully drew the boy away. Wyatt reluctantly let himself be turned until he was facing Deacon Miles. "He chose me, Miles," Killian said, wrapping both arms around Wyatt once more. "Not you. Your loss." Miles's eyes drifted back and forth from Killian to Wyatt, the latter of whom shifted nervously under his gaze. The sight of Wyatt looking so squeamish made the deacon chuckle. "I guess that's it then, isn't it?" Miles said, pushing himself away from the altar. Deacon Miles was all but gliding over the carpet as he headed directly for the reverend and Wyatt. The reverend kept both eyes fixed on the deacon. When Miles strode past, Reverend Killian reached out and snagged the deacon by the arm, holding him fast so he could proceed no further. "This isn't finished," Killian said, which earned him a surprised look from Deacon Miles and Wyatt. Deacon Miles turned his eyes away from the door at the other end of the aisle. The reverend met his smoldering stare unflinchingly. "We still have business to conclude," Killian continued, keeping his voice calm and neutral. "You tried to seduce my stepson away from me, and threatened me with blackmail. That isn't something I plan to let you walk away from." Deacon Miles's face went from icy to amused in the time it took for one to blink. "How do you figure we settle that up then?" Miles wondered, laughing as he glanced from the reverend to Wyatt. "You said my stepson needed to know how to be a man," Killian said, tightening his grip on Miles, who tried in vain to pull away. "I think we ought to show him together." Deacon Miles hesitated. "Both of us?" The smile on Reverend Killian's face would have put a serpent to shame. "Why not?" Killian replied. "I happen to think you were right. My boy should learn, and who better to help him than both of us together." To his credit, Deacon Miles didn't answer in the affirmative immediately. The deacon watched Wyatt closely for a moment, whose body had relaxed somewhat, but was still watching the scene unfold from behind his stepfather's body. "What do you say?" Killian pressed, the smile he wore getting bigger by the minute. "I never said I was a man that didn't understand how to share." Miles's eyes narrowed a little at this, but slowly, as though testing the ground to ensure it wasn't booby trapped, the deacon nodded. "When do we begin?" Miles asked carefully. "The wife's at home cooking supper," Killian explained. "I told her we might be a little late getting home today. She knows not to expect us too soon." Deacon Miles's eyes lit up. "Rock and ride," he declared, earning him a big grin from Wyatt, which faded slightly when the reverend looked around behind him at his stepson. "What do you say, son?" Killian asked. "Care for a private sermon with Deacon Miles and myself?" ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ "Ready?" Wyatt nodded, savoring the feel of his stepfather's arms around him as the head of Deacon Miles's cock pressed against the ring of his ass. "I'm ready," Wyatt whispered. Deacon Miles shifted his nude body on the slick surface of the cleared altar, holding his cock steady so that it pointed directly at Wyatt's asshole. All three men had disrobed. Reverend Killian was helping to hold his stepson up, running both hands across Wyatt's chest as Wyatt lowered himself. "Easy," Killian encouraged. "Go slow at first, son. Take it nice and slow." "Only at first, though," Miles said cheekily, giving Wyatt a noticeable wink. Killian scowled slightly, but said nothing, keeping his grip on Wyatt as the tip of Deacon Miles's cock pierced Wyatt's sphincter. Wyatt gasped, then whimpered as his body slid downward. The reverend gripped his stepson tighter while Wyatt reached around with one arm to pull Killian closer to his body. Wyatt's other hand pressed down into the nest of hair coating Deacon Miles's chest. "That feel good, boy?" Miles asked, grunting as Wyatt's ass closed down on the base of Miles's dick. "Uhh!" Wyatt moaned. "Yeesssss! Soo good! So fucking good!" "I think my son enjoys your dick, deacon," said Killian, between kissing the back of Wyatt's neck. "Why don't you take him for a quick ride?" Wyatt's whimpers became grunts as Miles reached under Wyatt's body, grasping the teen's ass-cheeks with both hands. "Sure thing, reverend," Deacon Miles said, heaving as Wyatt began to bounce up and down. "God!" Wyatt screamed, his voice reverberating off the church walls. "Take it, son," Killian cheered. "Take that man's dick up your boy-cunt." "I'm doing it!" Wyatt's eyes rolled up briefly as a deep moan escaped his throat. "I'm doing it, Daddy. I'm taking the whole thing." Reverend Killian leaned forward to nibble on his stepson's ear. "I can see," he whispered, running both hands along his stepson's sweat-coated body. "I can see you, boy. You're doing that so good. It makes me jealous." Hearing this, Deacon Miles looked up past Wyatt, leering at the reverend. "No need to be jealous," he grunted. "You're gonna get this ass all the time. No reason for me not to enjoy it while I can." Killian's eyes narrowed, yet his mouth stretched slightly into a grin. "I'm not jealous," he revealed, running one open palm up and down his stepson's back. "In fact, I'm all for sharing with another." Deacon Miles lost track of what the reverend was saying. Wyatt was really riding his cock now, bouncing up and down with all the enthusiasm of a young rodeo stud. Wyatt's eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared down at Miles. Miles's fingers were digging into the soft flesh of Wyatt's thighs. Deacon Miles wanted to mark the boy in some way, even temporary, so that Wyatt would remember the time they'd spent together. If the reverend insisted on claiming the boy, Miles needed to remind Wyatt that he'd been the teenager's first. Unexpectedly, Miles felt his legs being spread. Reverend Killian was pushing Miles's hips up while dragging Miles closer to the altar's edge at the same time. The motion sent Wyatt pitching forward. Deacon Miles wondered what the hell was happening, but found himself distracted by Wyatt's mouth, which hung inches above his own. Deacon Miles licked his lips, catching the droplets of sweat that fell off Wyatt's body, and raised up to bring Wyatt down so that their mouths would meet. Then Miles felt something press against his ass. To his shock, he realized that the reverend had placed his cock at Miles's back door. Deacon Miles opened his mouth to protest very loudly, but in a fit of irony, found himself unable to voice his objection. Wyatt chose that precise moment to close the short gap between them. The teen's mouth crashed down onto Deacon Miles's, smothering the older man's words in his throat. Miles grunted, then let out a deep whine as the reverend's dick broke past the tight ring shielding Miles's ass from intrusion. "Nice tight ass," Miles heard the reverend comment. "Doesn't feel as though it's been used much over the years. Sure you should be the one teaching my boy about how to be fucked by a man?" The condescension in Reverend Killian's voice was palpable. Deacon Miles look in a deep breath through his nostrils, as his mouth was still otherwise occupied, then wrapped both arms around Wyatt to hold him in place. Miles then secured himself atop the altar by wrapping both legs around the reverend's waist. This gave the reverend easy access to his love chute. A moment later, as Deacon Miles french kissed the reverend's stepson, he felt the reverend's cock bottom out inside of him. "All the way in," Killian declared. "And here I'd had you pegged as a virgin." Deacon Miles broke the kiss with Wyatt, ruffled the boy's hair affectionately, and pulled the boy's head down to his shoulder so he could stare up at Reverend Killian. "I had to learn from somewhere," Killian pointed out between gasps, as the reverend had begun moving back and forth, in and out of Miles's tight asshole. "Care for a refresher course?" the reverend teased. Wyatt had been holding himself still as best he could while the reverend penetrated Deacon Miles's bowels. Once the reverend got a good rhythm going, however, the teen began to move again. Deacon leaned back and savored the feeling of having his butt filled while his cock stuffed another asshole. The sensations from both ends sent shockwaves through his body. Wyatt, on the other hand, was having trouble holding on. "I can't..." he gasped, unable to finish. "I... gu–uuhhhnnnnn!" "What is it?" the reverend asked, still pumping his cock in and out of Deacon Miles's hole. "Speak up, son." "I'm sss–oooohhhh close!" Wyatt moaned. "Please, Daddy! I need to go now." Reverend Killian watched his stepson for a moment, increasing the tempo of his thrusts so that the whole altar shook. "Don't you cum yet, boy," Killian ordered. "Get down. I got something else for you to do first." Deacon Miles dug his fingers deep into Wyatt's buttocks, as though planning to hold Wyatt hostage on his cock. After a second, though, the deacon released him. Wyatt rose slowly up off Deacon Miles's dick, his face a mask of concentration as he struggled to hold his own load in. Wyatt's dick was leaking precum like an old church faucet. When the head of Deacon Miles's dick popped free, Wyatt let out a gasp, followed by a low moan. "Down here, son," Killian instructed, his hips barely missing a stroke. Slowly, on shaky legs, Wyatt climbed down off the church altar, which creaked as the weight shifted. Deacon Miles raised up slightly to watch as Wyatt took the spot beside the reverend. Killian wrapped one arm around Wyatt's shoulders, drawing the boy in until they were pressed to each other's sides. Killian drew his gaze away from Deacon Miles to kiss Wyatt passionately on the mouth. Killian ate at his stepson's face like a starved man possessed by his own hunger. The sight made Deacon Miles want to weep. Killian broke the kiss suddenly. "Your turn, son," he whispered in Wyatt's ear. "Time for you to know how it feels to break another man in." A gasp escaped from Deacon Miles's throat as Killian yanked his cock out from the deacon's asshole. The reverend wasted no time yanking Wyatt over to fill his spot, perhaps in fear of Deacon Miles protesting. Miles, however, watched patiently, if not eagerly, as Wyatt lined the head of his teen cock up with Deacon Miles's ass. "Go on," Miles said softly, keeping both eyes fixed squarely on Wyatt's face. "I want you to. Your old man's right. It's time for you to kno–" Wyatt shoved his hips forward, cutting the deacon off in mid-sentence and silencing him. Wyatt's cock cut a swath through Miles's asshole, following the trail his stepfather had blazed for him. Deacon Miles threw his head back against the wooden surface of the altar as he felt Wyatt's cock bang against his prostate. "Get 'em, son," Reverend Killian cheered on mockingly. "Get 'em!" Wyatt wasted no time whatsoever, slamming his hips like a jackhammer into Deacon Miles's hole. Miles rocked back and forth atop the altar, his body suddenly lit on fire by the pressure Wyatt's dick was putting on his love nut. A fog had quickly fallen over the teen's face, blanketing it with a dangerous, primal expression. Wyatt was lost to the feel of his cock sliding in and out of the deacon, and the joy of having laid his claim to another man's hole. "Fuck 'em!" Reverend Killian said joyously. "Fuck 'em, son!" Wyatt proceeded to do just that. Deacon Miles was twisting on top of the altar, his arms gripping at the air around him for something to hold on to. Wyatt never let up, using the Deacon's hole like free pussy, blind to the proud expression on his stepfather's face. Killian's face fell abruptly, however, when the sound of a door slamming resounded behind him. "Afternoon, Reverend," said Jeffrey Combs, the youth pastor, as he wandered idly into the sanctuary from the side entrance. Reverend Killian went rigid, but Wyatt never let up his assault on the deacon's ass. "It's cool, Daddy," Wyatt assured him, not missing a beat. Killian watched as Combs began to shed each article of clothing he wore one piece at at time, all the while watching as Wyatt kept up his relentless fucking of the deacon. "You're boy is turning out to be a mighty fine young man," Combs noted once he was out of his shirt. "It's nice to see the two of you getting along." Killian watched and waited as Combs stripped out of the rest of his clothes. Once the youth pastor was naked, he strolled over to the edge of the first pew and sat down. "Don't mind me," Combs said, stroking his cock idly. "I'd just as soon enjoy today's sermon. Your stepson looks to be quite the chip off the ol' block, so to speak." Killian's hand snaked down the front of his body, grasping the thick cock stretched out there. The reverend spared a moment while Wyatt pounded away to watch Combs jerk off on the front pew. Combs seemed to be lost to his own ministrations. After a second or two, Killian turned away to focus on his stepson once again. "This way, boy," he instructed, giving Wyatt a tap on the shoulder for good measure. Wyatt blinked, then nodded at his stepfather. Slowly, the teen drew his cock out of the deacon's ass. Miles raised up slightly, then rolled himself sideways off the altar once Wyatt had backed clear enough away. Seizing Miles by the arm, Killian dragged the deacon over to the opposite side of the pew where Combs sat. "Sit down," Killian ordered, not giving the deacon much choice. Deacon Miles complied all the same, placing his naked, hairy ass down on the thinly-cushioned seat. Once the deacon was situated, Killian motioned for Wyatt to stand over on Deacon Miles's left side. Killian took position on the right and grasped his cock, giving it a shake for good measure. After a moment, a warm stream of wet piss burst out from the head, striking Miles in his hairy chest. "You too, son," Killian instructed. Wyatt hesitated, but then complied obediently. Deacon Miles turned expectantly toward the teen while the reverend hosed him down. Soon, Wyatt's own stream of piss joined the reverend in wetting the deacon down. Killian glanced off to his left toward Combs, wondering what the youth pastor though of the scene he and Wyatt were making. Combs, however, was spraying his own chest with hot piss from his dick. Seeing this, Killian threw his head back in laughter. The spray from his cock intensified, wetting Deacon Miles down from head to toe. "Give it to me," Miles said, though he seemed to be speaking directly at Wyatt. "Give it all to me. Wet my hairy mutherfuckin' ass down with that nice hot pee." Killian waited until Wyatt's stream tapered off before speaking. "Good boy," he praised, giving Wyatt a much-earned smile. "Now cum on him, son. He's won it." Wyatt pounded his pud with one hand, stroking furiously. Deacon Miles's hand was gliding up and down over his piss-soaked cock, watching the boy like a hawk. Killian scowled slightly in suspicious, but found his gaze drawn away by the sight of Combs jerking his own meat. Killian and Combs's eyes met for a moment as Combs's cock began to erupt, spewing cum this time around over his chest and stomach. The sight sent Killian rocking over the edge unexpectedly as well. A rope of cum shot out of Killian's dick, smacking Deacon Miles in the eye. Wyatt's load followed after the reverend's, splashing down onto Deacon Miles's dick, adding lubricant for Miles to use to bring himself to his own climax. When Deacon Miles came, the roar he let off rattled the stained-glass windows. "Goddamn," Combs swore, watching as the deacon's cum rocketed up several feet into the air. Silence settled over the church sanctuary as the smell of sex, sweat, and hot piss filled the room, permeating each and every square inch. Wyatt breathed in deeply, as though missing the aroma. "Reverend?" Combs asked, breaking the spell. Killian turned his gaze back over to the youth pastor. "What is it?" he asked, though not impatiently. "I had a thought about some of the boys Wyatt's age that come here," Combs said, giving his softening cock a few tugs. "They seem a tad restless recently. I thought maybe what they could use was some activity time away from the rest of the church." Killian mulled the youth pastor's words over for a moment before answering. Out the corner of his eye, he saw Deacon Miles stroking Wyatt's leg. "What do you propose?" Killian asked. "Nothing major," Combs replied, looking past the reverend at Miles and Wyatt touching each other. "It won't require any of your time. I thought if the boys had a place to meet up once a week to hang out, it would help keep them out of trouble. I was going to propose meeting at my place. It's big enough, and being single means I don't have to worry about planning around anyone else." Killian gave the youth pastor a nod after a moment's consideration. "Sounds alright," he conceded. "You could use the gym as well, if you'd like." "We'll see," Combs said. "Thank you, sir." Killian nodded before turning his attention back to Wyatt. Miles was running the back of his hand over Wyatt's stomach, stroking the tight folds of flesh there. "Come on, Wyatt," Killian ordered gently. "It's time for us to get home so we can shower and change." At once, Wyatt backed away from Deacon Miles's touch. "Yes, Daddy," he replied. Deacon Miles watched as both men gathered their clothes up, then march side by side down the aisle toward the door. The deacon's clothes were still scattered near the altar. Jeffrey Combs's had placed his clothes in a semi-neat pile on the floor not far from the pew they both rested on. "Wyatt's a very special boy," Combs said quietly as he and Miles watched Wyatt and the reverend put their clothes back on in front of the main church doors. Deacon Miles said nothing in response, so Combs continued. "The reverend is a very lucky man to have a son like that." That made Deacon Miles smile sourly. "I wouldn't say that exactly," the deacon warned. "Things have a way of changing when we least expect it to." With those words, Deacon Miles stood up, gathered his clothes off the floor, and strode nude up the aisle. "See you next Sunday, Combs," he said causally while walking past Combs. "I hope the sermon then is just as fruitful for you." ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Nifty could use your support! So donate at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Again, feel free to help a poor writer out by buying a book from my Author's Page at: www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_422