Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2011 21:31:40 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: God is not so Great Part 1

This story deals with sex between males. It is also fiction. If under the
laws of your State or Province you are under the age of Consent you should
leave this site now.

My name is John Williams, known by my friends as JW. I’m 38 years old,
about six feet tall and weigh near 200 pounds. I’m a journeyman carpenter,
but also know just about everything to do with electrical systems and
plumbing. I could I guess build a house completely on my own. I am also a
very closeted Gay.

I moved to what was then known as California, when the housing boom took
off in early 2010. I had three really good years. Then the New Governor was
elected. Over night California changed. Several laws were instantly
repealed including same sex marriages and association of any gays or
lesbians was now outlawed. Gay bars were forced to close and anywhere gays
or lesbians were known to walk or have what was now called deviant sex were
instantly outlawed.

Being very much in the closet, it did not at first effect me much. That all
changed when the Governor changed the State to a religious Enclave. Now
called God’s Garden, California forcibly evicted known gays and lesbians
from their homes or apartments. Now anyone could become classified as a
deviant by just the accusation of anyone. They didn’t prevent anyone from
working, but it became harder and harder for Gays or Lesbians to keep
employment without a house or home to live in. Most now lived along the
river valleys as almost hobos.

I was living and working in what was once called River City. Renamed God’s
Little Acres, it was now in reality a garden city. Farms growing vegetables
and fruits dotted the places where parks once stood all along the
valley. It made it difficult for anyone really live, even as a vagrant
along the River. For quite a while I had no problems. I was always careful
not to show any outward signs that I was gay. By preference I preferred
younger males, seventeen or eighteen and on occasion some younger. I had
never had any use for women and that proved to be my downfall. I never
dated.

I was doing some renovations on a house owned by one of the legislators,
now called Deacons of the New Government. Some of the men working with me
were members in good standing of the New Church of God’s Garden, one
noticed that even though I joined in the banter at work, I never really
showed any interest in talking about the women I had conquered as most of
the others did.

The shit hit the fan for me when I received notice to vacate my
apartment. I had been classified as deviant against God’s Laws. I was
allowed to take my clothes and tools, but not anything else. I was also
required to close my bank account and carry all my money on me from now
on. My credit cards were cancelled and my truck impounded. Now on foot and
without even a place to sleep I headed for the only place left, the River
Valley. Another thing could happen to a classified deviant was you could
easily be beaten and even killed by the gangs of Proctors that roamed the
City and River Valley. I had witnessed one such beating. I also noticed
they raped both women before beating both to death. Of course nothing was
done when I reported it and was actually told to mind my own business
unless I wanted it to happen to me.

I still got the occasional work, which kept me at least not totally
broke. One Saturday after helping rebuild a barn in the river valley I was
heading to the place I usually slept when I saw a large party of
Proctors. I slipped into the deep bush to hide. Thank my lucky stars they
missed me. As I stood up after they went by, I turned and saw a very warn
path leading into bush. It looked like it had not been used in some time.

Very cautiously I followed the path. It really had not been used, Fallen
branches and even some overgrowth almost completely hid it. All I sudden I
came to cleared spot right up against the sandstone cliffs that lined the
River. Inside the clearing was a very large opening into the Sandstone
Cliff. It looked like the entrance to mine, but had never heard of any
mining along this particular river.

When I looked inside, I found a ten by twenty foot room had been dug into
the sandstone. It must have taken, whoever did it ages to break the
sandstone and remove it. Inside was also a small table and several
chairs. A bunk with rotting bed covers sat in one corner. Shelves covered
most walls, some still with rusted cans and other things on them. Damn this
would make a great place to live and hide.

As I looked around inside I found what I figured had been a fire
pit. Looking up wondering where the smoke would have gone I saw a wide
metal pipe sticking down from the roof. I wondered if that was how the
previous occupant had been found. I would definitely have to find out where
it came out before I even thought of having a fire. I had already decided I
was going to make this my home.

I took my pack off and unhooked my tool belt. I sat down in one of the
chairs to think. I had about two hours before the sun went down. I knew the
Proctors never entered the parks or river valley at night. Several had been
found hanging from trees or bridges in the morning after they had ventured
into parks at night. I set about tiding up my new home. I cleaned out the
old bedding and swept the floor with an old broom I found. I checked the
cans I found. Most appeared to canned goods and although the cans showed
some rust, all appeared to be okay. Cutlery and plates I found as
well. Water I would have to bring from the River. I was not sure if I could
dig a well, but would definitely look into it later.

After dark I made my way to the place I stashed all my worldly goods. It
took two trips to get it all to my new home. After putting my clean
sleeping bag on the bed I went to sleep. Best damn sleep I had in a long
time. I awoke very refreshed. I zipped open one of the redi-hot coffee
packs I had and waited for it to heat. I poured it in one of the cups I had
found and sat and enjoyed a real nice hot coffee, without worrying about
someone coming along.

Being still early on a Sunday, I knew no one would be in the valley until
after the mandated church times. I had until nearly noon before I could
even expect anyone to come into the valley. I slipped down and had a
breakfast of fresh apples right off the tree. I then figured I should find
out about the exhaust pipe. Finding it was easy, but following it as it
snaked through the trees was a bitch. Whoever had put this in, knew what he
was doing. The end of the exhaust pipe had been put through a hole in a
sewer water pipe. The fumes from his fire would be masked by the smell in
the pipe. I had a lot more respect for the unknown person now.

Water was my next problem. I sat pondering weather I could tap into one of
water mains leading to the farms in the valley. I had seen the signs
showing where they were buried and I did have the tools to do the tap, but
was really worried it might be noticed. Besides I would have to steal
almost 200 yards of water pipe. I put that off for now and slipped down to
the river and refilled all my water jugs. I knew I was taking a chance
drinking river water, but really didn’t have much choice and so far I was
okay.

About 1 pm I heard laughter. I carefully made my way to where it was coming
from. Three Proctors had a young kid tied over a tree and were taking turns
raping him. As much as I wanted to help him I knew I would probably end up
just like him if I interfered.

I was surprised when they appeared to tire of their sport and just left. I
waited until I could not hear them before quickly slipping into clearing. I
untied the boy and as he went to scream, I put my hand over his mouth.

“Don’t scream, they might hear you and come back.” I said quietly to
him.

I helped him dress and as I went to lead him into the bush he fainted. I
just picked him up. He could not have weighed more than 100 pounds. I
quickly made my way back to my home. I laid him on my bed. I went and
poured water into a large pan I had. I slowly washed his face. As he came
around he started to scream and I again just held my hand over his mouth.

“Your safe now Son. They can’t get you here.”

He quieted down.

“Your going to have to trust me. I want to make sure they didn’t tear
you open back behind. Can you stand?”

He very gingerly stood up. As I reached for his belt, he started to shake.

“Easy Son, I’m not going to do anything. I just want to check you
over. Besides I have already seen everything when I let you go from the
tree.” He relaxed a bit and I undid his belt. His pants just dropped. I
slowly pulled down his very dirty shorts. It did not look like he had
changed them in weeks. I could also smell the heavy sweat and piss odor
coming from his body. I figured he probably pissed himself when the
Proctors grabbed him. It looked like his balls were slightly enlarged.

“Did they kick you in the nuts?” I asked.

“Yes Sir.”

“Well they don’t look to bad.”

He had a very nice four and half inch uncut cock. I peeled back the fore
skin. Although dirty, his cock looked okay.

“Turn around and bend over, I want to make sure they didn’t injure
you.”

He looked at me long and hard before I guess he just resigned himself to
me. He turned and bent over. I took a wet cloth from the water pan and
washed his hole. He groaned in pain as I washed him. It did not appear like
he was injured at all. No blood. I wondered if he had been a virgin before
they got to him. Well I would find out later. I asked him to turn back
around and I washed his balls and cock carefully. I then sat back. He just
stood waiting.

“What’s your name?”

“Bernie Sir.”

“Bernie you can call JW. I think maybe you should wash your self.”

I handed him the wet cloth and moved the pan of water closer.

“All over Bernie.”

“Yes Sir.” He stripped off his dirty t-shirt and removed his pants
and shorts. He had neither socks or shoes.

As he washed himself I rummaged in my pack for clean shorts and
t-shirt. Both might be a bit large, but at least they would be clean. I
also pulled out a pair of sweat pants.

When I looked back at Bernie he looked real good. He was carefully washing
his cock, he pulled the fore skin back and made sure it was clean. Someone
had taught him about hygiene. He stopped and looked at me.

“Sir could you help me. My balls hurt worse when I try to wash them.”

I moved close to him and asked him to spread his legs. I told him to hold
his cock up out of the way. As I gently washed the two fair sized balls, I
saw him start to get hard, but ignored it for now. After I was done, I
looked at his face. He was blushing.

“It’s okay Bernie, I get hard too when someone is playing with my
balls.” I laughed.

“Are, are you Gay Sir?”

“Yes Bernie, I am gay.”

He visibly relaxed at that point. I had to reach up and steady him.

“Sit down Bernie.” I handed him the clean shorts and t-shirt. Then I
gave him the sweats.

“You can wear those until we get your other clothes clean.”

“Thank you JW.”

“There’s no need to thank me Bernie. I would have done the same for any
gay boy.”

“But how did you know I was gay?”

“Well you were being raped by Proctors. You were alone in the river
valley. No straight guys or girls live down here.”

“I see.” He said.

“I am presuming, considering there was no damage to your butt, that you
were not a virgin when the Proctors grabbed you.”

“No. The guy I was staying with for the last few days made sure of
that. He was fucking me when the Proctors caught us. All he said to me was
run, but the three you saw I guess were waiting for one of us to run they
caught me and after kicking me in the balls tied me to that tree where you
found me. I thought I would be dead soon. I heard one say I would join my
friend in hell shortly. Then they just left me.”

“Well they are probably pissed you got away. Your safe now.”

“Are you going to fuck me JW?”

“Not now Bernie.”

“I don’t mind and I have pay you back for saving me.”

“Bernie, lets wait okay. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want you to
want it as bad as I and I want to make love to you not just use you.”

When I said that he burst into tears and wrapped his arms around me. He
took a long time to stop crying. I figured all that happened to him was now
coming out. He did smell better and would smell even better after we went
to the river to bathe with soap. We could probably do that tonight and I
could check on his friend, although I was already sure what I would find.

After he was back to more normal, we sat and talked. I told him all that
had happened to me and he told me that his father had tossed him out when
he found out he was gay. All he had on was all his father had allowed
him. He had been in the River Valley about three weeks, mostly sucking
guy’s cocks for food or shelter. It was only the last guy that had insisted
on fucking him. He had raped him about twenty times over the last week. He
said that sometimes during that week he wished he was dead.

“And now how do you feel Bernie?”

“I think I might be falling in love.”

“Me too Bernie.” I leaned over and kissed him.

We actually necked for a bit. Holding him I could feel every rib. He
definitely needed fattening up.

I went and pulled out two redi-hot ration pack meals. Meat was what he
needed, but it was so damned expensive. It took almost a full weeks wages
to buy just a dozen of the meat packs. Bernie probably had not much else
but sperm and fruits for the last three weeks. I think that was true when
his eyes got as big as saucers as the smell from heating food spread around
our cave.

When they were ready he almost inhaled the food. I gave him almost three
quarters of mine as well. He protested when I handed it to him, but I told
him I was not that hungry tonight. After he was done he cleaned everything
up. We then sat and talked more.

I told him all the things I wanted to do to our home.

“Is it really my home too?’

“Do you want it to be Bernie?”

“I guess if I fall in love with you it will have to be JW.”

“Well I want it to be our home Bernie.” I had been so lonely for
company, now I would do anything to make him stay.

“Well I guess we need a door too. Don’t want anyone to see us when we
make love.”

“Definitely need a door then.” I laughed.

He laughed too and it sounded so good I pulled him into my arms.

“How old are Bernie?’

“How old do you think I am JW?”

“Well close to eighteen.” I said.

“That’s pretty close.” He said even as I knew he was lying.

To me it did not matter. I would still love him.

“Tonight after we bathe in the river, we’ll check on your friend. I am
pretty sure what I will find but we need to know for sure.”

“I can show you where is camp was. He had lots of those kind of
food.”

Damn, if he had lots of Redi-Hots, I might not have to work for a while.

“Okay after we check on him we can see what he has at his camp.”

After bathing, we had no problem finding his late friend. The Proctors were
never kind to anyone they caught. He had been tied to a tree and
emasculated. A mass of flies covered where his cock and balls had been
along with more on his severed organs. It even looked like some of the
scavenger birds had been at him already, one of his eye sockets was
empty. From Bernie’s lack of reaction, I knew he had seen it all before. I
pulled him away and he led me to the camp. We loaded everything his friend
had. He did have a shit load of Redi-Hot meals. I also found about 600 new
dollars hidden in a can. Damn I wondered who he had been, but could find
nothing with his name. Bernie told me his name was Jerry, but that meant
nothing to me.

After putting everything we found away, I figured it was time to sleep. I
explained that I had only one sleeping bag. Bernie only commented that we
would have build a bigger bed. We both stripped naked and climbed in the
sleeping bag. Bernie just rolled on one side and snuggled up close. I was
instantly hard. Bernie knew it because he reached down and squeezed it.

“I promise I will take care of this anytime you want love after my butt
and balls feel better.”

That’s how I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke Bernie was almost on top of me. I felt his very hard cock
pushing into my cock, which got me instantly hard. I had one hand around
his butt. He had his head on my chest. I kissed the top of his head and he
moaned. He lifted his head and kissed me before yawning.  “That was the
best sleep I have had in a long time JW.”

“It was for me too love.”

I unzipped the bag and we both stood up. Both of our cocks sticking
straight out.

“Wow, your bigger than anyone else JW. Even bigger than Jerry or those
Proctors.”

“Well your pretty big yourself.” We walked out to relieve the morning
pressure.

I looked down as I pissed. Yeah I did have almost eight inches of very
thick meat. That meant I would have to go real slow with Bernie. He sure
didn’t help me lose my morning wood. He reached over and jacked it a couple
of times. When I looked at Bernie there was a real wanting in his eyes.

He followed me inside and I popped the top on two coffee packs. When I
looked at him he still had that same look in his eyes. I knew what he
wanted and I did too. It had been a very long time since a hot mouth was
around my cock.

“Bernie, your going to have to ask. I will never force you to do
anything.”

“JW, I want to suck you off. I have wanted too since the river or maybe
before that. It is the real reason my Father kicked me out. He caught me on
tape sucking three Deacons. After he showed me the tape he forced me to
suck off all his friends and then him. After he told me I was no longer
welcome and that I was no longer his Son. Please JW.”

“Okay Bernie, but remember once those cute balls are better I get to do
you too.”

Bernie was a very good cocksucker. He knew all the right things to do to
drive me crazy with lust. It had been so long my first load came very
quick. He just swallowed it all. I held his head on my hard cock and he
continued to suck. He could almost deep throat all of my cock. Damn he was
so good the second load came a lot sooner than I thought it would. I still
remained hard but pushed him off. He stood up with mile wide grin on his
face. His spike was sticking straight out. I sat up and reached out and
skinned him back. I leaned over and licked the precumm from the head of his
cock. He moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Damn I would have just
loved to suck him off right then and there, but stopped. I carefully
checked his two balls.

“Sorry love, maybe a couple of more days before I can return that
wonderful blow job.”

“Well I will suck you anytime you want love. You taste real good.”

I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth
and tasted some of me. He moaned again, much more in pain than pleasure. I
backed off quick. I didn’t want to force him to ejaculate until his
ruptured balls had returned to normal. It would be very painful and might
actually damage them.  We dressed. I figured we could go shopping today. We
would be safe. It was almost unwritten law that anyone could travel in the
city during the day. With the 600 bucks I now had we could buy Bernie new
clothes. Especially, jeans, underwear and shoes and socks. Maybe a couple
of t-shirts and a jacket. He was pretty scared we would get in trouble, but
I told him we would be fine.

He did get few looks in the baggy sweats and bare feet, but after getting
him something that fit, no one even looked at us. I was also able to buy a
self tapping spigot. I would need it if I decided to tap into the water
main. After spending almost fifty bucks for a very small chicken, at least
I thought it small, we headed back to the River Valley. Bernie was visibly
relieved when we were back home.

I knew where there was a pile of scrape lumber. The farm I had worked at
several times had piled it out close to end of one of its fields. I took
Bernie and we brought back enough to not only build a doorway, but also
enlarge the bed. We finished both just as the sun was setting. I lit one of
my hurricane lamps and then went out to see if it could be seen. Seeing no
light escaping I went back inside.

Bernie had stripped and now had on a pair of boxer briefs. The boxers I had
loaned him didn’t give his sore nuts any support.

“How do they feel love?”

Much better,” He walked over and sat on my lap.

Leaning his head on my shoulder.

“I feel so safe and happy now JW.”

“How does that sore butt of yours feel love?”

“Empty.” He smiled.

“Well we will wait until everything is okay, okay?”

“Well I wish everything was okay now JW. I really want to feel you
inside me.”

“Well love, I want to feel you inside me too.”

“I’ve never done that JW.”

“Well first time for everything love.”

We both stripped again and slipped into my sleeping bag. Bernie snuggled up
as he had the first night. I slipped my hand down cupped his butt. Sleep
came real easy.

I was sure I was dreaming when I woke up. It was the most wonderful feeling
I had, had in a long time. I turned my head and saw Bernie’s two balls
laying on his white thigh. All swelling appeared to be gone. I finally
figured out what my dream was. Bernie was sucking my cock. I carefully
moved a head and ran my tongue over his loose sack. His whole body
shuddered. He also go instantly hard. He choked on my cock as I slipped his
cock into my mouth. I guess the shock of my lips over his organ drove him
to try and swallow more of mine. He sure was primed, almost as soon as I
sucked him, my mouth inundated with his tasty sperm. I just continued and
he rolled until we were in a real sixty nine. Now comfortable we just kept
sucking each other. I’m sure he blew four times to my two and we finally
had to stop. Both our cocks so sensitive it was almost painful. He scooted
around and smothered me in kisses.

“Oh JW, I feel so good.”

“I do to baby, my sweet baby.”

“Mmmm, I love you JW.”

“I love you too Bernie, but I think we better work on putting some meat
on your bones. You keep pumping out sperm at that rate, I’ll never fatten
you up.”

We both got up and went out and drained our morning loads. I figured if we
were going to make this our home we were going to have to figure out some
kind of can to piss and shit in. Just pissing into the bush would not work
for long. I thought again about the water problem. Maybe I could talk to
the man that I worked for. He had plenty of irrigation pipe laying
around. If I could get a few hundred feet from him it would save a lot of
time and problems. I still had some more work to do for him so I figured I
would take Bernie too and maybe get most of his work done. Then I could ask
him. All he could do was say no, but I was pretty sure he would help.

We both went in and dressed. I made coffee and put the chicken into a
sealed pot. I put a slow heat tab under the pot. It would be cooked by the
time we got home in the afternoon.

End of Part one.

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