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Authors note

I am not a religious man. I do believe in a form of god.

That said this story contains a lot of bible verses and scripture that inspire me there are a few sex parts but it's not really my focus. This story is about a preacher that meets a boy.

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Words of advice for fellow boy lovers that are at risk of falling to temptation.

Matthew 26:41

41 “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

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“And then he said let there be light! And there was light. You see god had a plan. He had a plan for how he made the universe and he has a plan for you. Turn to proverbs 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;

6in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.

God has a plan and if you stray he will guide his flock back. Let's stand in prayer before we leave here today.”

After church i always stand at the exit and shake hands.

“That was a great sermon pastor parkins” says a young girl.

“Thank you miss god bless you”

I smile and wave to her as she runs to her car.

A boy walks to me and shakes my hand too he's a younger boy maybe 11 or 12.

“Pastor c-c-can i talk to you in private?”

The boy looks skittish like a giant spider's about to land on his head. He keeps looking around the room. There are still about 2000 people in the church. My congregation is one of the biggest in the city.

“Sure lad come to my office”

I took the boy gently by the hand and started to lead him there. He hugs my arm tightly. Which is odd for a boy his age. When we enter my office i point to a chair in front of my desk.

“Please sit. do you mind if i close the door?”

The boy shakes his head no and sits in a chair. I close the door gently.

“Can you lock it?” the boy says in a small voice.

“Um im not sure that would be--”

“Please paster”

I couldn't say no he seems real freaked about something.

I sat down in my office chair and leaned towards the boy.

“What seems to be troubling you son?”

The boy looks over at the now locked door and back at me.

“U have to keep things people tell you a secret if they ask you to right?”

I nod

“Yes son go on”

The boy looks back at the door then at the clock on the wall.

“I saw something bad and i don't know what to do”

“What did you see son?”

He looked at the door again. I was afraid he might be in trouble so i got up and sat next to him. I placed my hand on his shoulder. He looked as if he was about to cry.

“It's ok son tell me what's troubling you.”

The boy opens his mouth to speak but before he can talk a loud banging rattles the door. The boy jumps at the intrusion. I stand and open the door. A large burly man standing at 6’’8’ at least stands before me. He bends down to enter the room. I back up in a slight scenes of fear. I regain my composure before the beast can realize i lost it.

“What is the meaning of this?”

The large man glared at the boy and said in a booming voice that made even me shake a little.

“Johnathan get your ass in the car right now”

The boy starts to cry. The man yells even louder.

“Now dammit!!”

The boy runs from the room. The man starts to follow. I boldly tap him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me but you have no right-”

Im cut off by his voice that seems to shake even my organs loose.

“I have no right to do what?”

My mouth dries before i can utter a word the man chuckles and walks out.

My heart is beating like a jackhammer. I felt like david when he met goliath except i didn't have a handy sling shot. I wonder what that poor boy was so choked up about.

After the church was all locked up i went home. My home is in a very wealthy neighborhood. One benefit of having a church with well over 4000 people on a bad day, is that the congregation pays handsomely for me to keep our followers in attendance.

I have a large home on a hill 200 acres and 200 more that i rent out to the homeless for 4 dollars a week to camp my property includes a private lake. My house is state of the art. I live alone. I've been a pastor at living water church of god, for 35 years. i've built it up from a mere 500 people to a whopping 6000 confirmed followers of god im proud of what i've accomplished.

When i enter the house i kick off my shoes and grab a non alcoholic beer i sit in front of my tv and turn on my ps4. a while back my nephew bought me it. I never was much of a video gamer. Games didnt take off till i was well into my thirties and by then i was trying to run a church. My nephew showed me this game called rocket league its like soccer but with cars. I love it. My user is the priest. As i'm playing a young boy starts talking trash. I don't cuss so i start talking scripture. It usually ticks them off while im beating there kesters all the way to timbuktu.

At around

12 am i call it a quits and head off to bed.

“Computer arm security”

My house is great!! Its voice activated i can even lock down areas of my house in case of robbery. I lay down in my bed and drift off to sleep.

My dreams are always haunting.

Im a kid again i've just broken a lamp and my father is there to witness. I jump at the boom of his voice. I try to get away but its as iff the floor has a hold of me. I look down the floor is covered in blood my blood. My father is standing over me with his army knife.

“See what happens when u sin daddy has to bleed the devil from you”

My father booms at me.

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I awaken in a sweat it's early morning. I look down at my chest the scars are still evident even from so long ago. My arms have the same bad memories carved into them. I remember every scar. A long one streaks down my chest. That's from when my little brother got in a fight at school.i told my father id take his punishment instead my father made sure to carve extra deep. when he was done he would always patch us up and tell us he loved us then give us a kiss.

Every time i think of that day god reminds me of isaiah 40:31

but those who hope in the LORDwill renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

Every day of my adolescence i hoped.

Once i had my long sleeve shirt on and my dress pants i was ready to start the day!!

My little brother and his sons and older daughter. are coming over and i have to prepare.

Its around 11 am. Im getting lunch ready when the doorbell rings. I run to the door expecting my brother. When i open the door. The boy from yesterday stands before me. Hes drenched in sweat dirt all over his face and a large gash down his head. Im stunned. he falls into my arms past out from exhaustion i carry him to my spare bedroom and fetch the medical kit. While im washing the boys wounds the phone rings.

“Computer answer phone”

“Yes father”

My house replies.

“Hello?”

“Hey big bro hows things?”

“Good whats up we still on for 1?”

“No thats why i called junior isn't feeling well hes burning way high we had to take him to the er last night”

My heart sinks.

“Oh! No is he gonna be alright”

“Yeah he'll be fine docs say he's got pneumonia from playing in the summer rains. But docs say he'll make a full recovery”

“Well im sorry to hear that i'll be praying.”

“Ok well big bro i gotta go “

After that he hung up abruptly. I hope tommy will be ok.

I gently wrapped the boy's head wound and knelt near him. I silently prayed for the boy and for my nephew. After i prayed i carefully remove the boy's clothing. I froze when i came to his soiled boxers. I went to the bathroom and got a rag and a washing bowl. I started with his face and worked my way down. I pulled off his boxers his boy hood was wraped up in some sort of tie with twine. I carefully untied the twine his boy hood started to get circulation. Who would do this? At first i thought maybe the boy had been bullied by kids but this broke my heart no mere boys could do this!!

I gently started cleaning his boyhood. Once his sponge bath was finished i pulled the covers over him and said a silent prayer to god.

I incinerated his clothing. I searched my house for a pare of boxers that could fit him in case he woke. I finally found some that must have been one of the boys boxers. I carefully laid them out for him. I spent the next 8 hours fasting and praying for the boy. I personally don't believe in hospitals so i won't call them unless god tells me to. The police won't help either they just will cart him away and put him in some home. Hes safe right here. In a god protected house.

When the house makes a beeping sound i know the boys feet have touched the ground. The house is designed to beep when someone other than me enters the house. I set the alarm to parent mode which alerts parents if their kids are up and about. I ran to the guest bedroom and entered. the boy was naked looking at the underwear in a daze. He looked at me in confusion i gently directed him to sit back down.

“Hello son do you know where you are?”

The boy nods.

“Can you tell me who did this to you”

The boys lip quivers for a moment then tears start falling down his face. He shakes his head no. i sit beside him and let him cry into my shoulder. He crys for only a minute then hes back asleep i hold him like that for a little while. I look down and see his boy hood it has turned a normal shade of red. He has twine scars and some belt scars on his back. I rub my hand over his scars.

I flash back to a time when my father only used a belt but after he served he returned changed he’d been in a enemy camp for 30 days and he taught us what he learned. Even mother had the devil drained from her.

I gently lie the boy  down.

He moans as i place the blanket over his body. I kiss him on the head. then

 Head to my room to take a shower.

After my shower i check on the boy again. He's still fast asleep. I get into bed early my bones ache they always do though.

My sleep is interrupted in the night. The boy is right by my bed still naked.

He bends over and whispers into my ear.

“Thank you for everything”

He gently kisses me on the lips. I dont move im stund i feel bad for the boy. He gently pulls the covers back and climbs on top of me. He presses his body against mine and starts rubbing my manhood. I grab his hand and pull it away. He looks at me. I can make out his face only barely in the dark. He looks hurt.

“I just want to thank you father” he says in a hurt quivering voice.

“Son this isn't the way. You don't have to do anything.”

The boy rests his body on me and starts to cry. I hold him and whisper soft words in his ear.he Looks at me one more time and kisses me on the lips. I start to get uncomfortable his boy hood is hard and my manhood is at half strength. I make a silent prayer to god

“Thats enough. no kissing”

I whisper sternly he cries harder. As he drifts off to sleep i feel his boy hood shrink against my skin. My man hood won't quit. I eventually fall back asleep.

I feel an odd sensation in the morning my man hood feels amazing. As i awake further i realized the boy is sucking me!! I yank him off and look at him in astonishment. He has a scared look on his face.

“Son i said you don't owe me anything”

I raised my voice slightly. I got up angry and started getting dressed. The boy sat on the bed looking freaked out. I kept glaring at him trying to figure out where his need to please an old man like me stems from.

Suddenly he yelled out.

“Just do it already”

I looked at him puzzled.

“Do what?”

He started quivering all over.

“Hit me! I know you want to all men want something just tell me and ill do it!!”

My heart shattered at that statement.

“I would never hit you and i don't want anything either”

I knelt down so we became at eye level.

“Son you don't need to do anything for me you're hurt i want to help but god wouldn't like it if i took advantage of you”

The boy still looked freaked out. My heart feels for him he must be from a bad home i can tell when someone is being abused. I should know.

The boy was still quivering as i left the room. I went to the bathroom on the other side of the house. I washed my face and brushed my teeth.

“Give me the strength to resist temptation”

I flash to the 3 years i spent in vietnam

We were raiding a camp. Slaughtering everyone of them. Brutal.haunting. At a young age i was in the thick of battle. I was forced into service by my father. I remember shooting. I remember a boy i came in and slaughtered his family. I had the gun trained on him but i couldn't pull the trigger. The boy watched me carefully. He knelt down and started unzipping my pants i was stunned and overjoyed as he engulfed my manhood and sucked me hungrily. needy. Wanting. I was so turned on i came right into his mouth only seconds after he started. The boy wiped his mouth and smiled at me. I smiled back. All of a sudden his head exploded. My sgnt. Cackled.

“Hey perkins i never took you for a pedohpile”

He laughed like a madman.

“Dont worry i wont tell your pop. what happens in nam stays in nam.”

He called out to the squad.

“Let's get a move on we need to burn this village by sunset.”

He looked at me and sneerd.

“Perkins pull up your pants and let get a move on”

I pulled my pants up and exited the boys home. My face was covered in blood. Brains. The boys smile haunting me.stuck with me forever.

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I looked myself in the eyes And quietly whispered john 1:9

 9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

I feel he has made me pure. I am pure the devil will not tempt me.

I looked up when the bathroom door opened a crack. The boy stood there still naked. Beautiful in all his glory.

“Why don't you put one of my t shirts on”

The boy smiled at me.

“You like it when i'm naked”

He said it like a true fact. My manhood started to stir. He smiled again and left the bathroom.

When i came out to the living room the boy had my cubs t shirt on. I never wear it but i like to collect t shirts. He was sitting on the couch looking at my dvds i keep in the coffee stand. He glanced up at me when i came in the room.

“Why do you only have rated g movies?”

I smiled at him.

“I have 3 nephews and a niece”

I put simply.

I went to get some juice when i came back the boy had put on peter pan.

I sat beside him. He laid his head down on my shoulder.

“Son we need to talk”

The boy looks at me. With his big blue eyes.

“Then talk father”

I cleared my throat.

“You need to tell me who did that to you”

I pointed to the bandage on his head.

The boy looked at me intently.

“I was being punished”

He said blankly.

“By who your father?”

The boy fround.

“No he looks mean and stuff but he only wants sex. My mother doesn't like men so i get punished for being a boy”

He said it as if that kind of behavior was tolerable.

“What about the head injury”

The boy looked sadly at me.

“That was my fault i fell in the dirt when i was running away and hit my head on a rock”

I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth.

“Do you have any siblings?”

The boy shook his head.

“Can we stop talking about it?”

I nodded and let him rest his head on me again. About half way through the movie the doorbell rang.

A notification popped up on the tv. And showed a little video of who was at the door. It was the boy's father.

I pulled out my phone and connected it to the com system.

“What”

“I know you got my son!”

“Yes i do and he's under god's protection so get off my property”

“God my ass what's he need protection from. What did the little lire say this time?”

“I'm am not at liberty to discuss this matter at this time. Im sure you know what he said. Now leave before the cops get into this.”

The man flipped the camera off and left the porch.

The boy looked at me and put his hand on my crotch.

“Thanks. Are you sure you don't want something?”

I leaned in and gave him a kiss. At first the kiss was meant to be reassuring but it turned into more. I felt for this boy somehow. He's like me. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and tasted his breath he started rubbing my now throbbing manhood as we continued to lip lock. I pulled away and jumped up.

The boy looked hurt again.

“I'm sorry i can't do this. This is the devil tempting me.”

I ran from the room upset at myself for almost giving in. upset because i want the boy so bad. I need the boy. I haven't felt love for a long time and now it's rushing through my body.

I plunge my fist into the wall in anger. I yell out.

“Why god why do you test me so?”

No answer.

I lay in my bed thinking. The boy is somewhere in the house not sure were. As i lay there i feel the boy's presence.

“Were you in war father perkins”

I look up at him.

“Yes i was why do you ask?”

“Because i saw your scars. Did the bad guys do that?”

“No that was a war of a different kind.”

I pointed to a scar on my right arm.

“That's when i disobeyed my father and went out to a friend's house when i was supposed to be home.”

I pulled my sleeve down. The boy nodded like he understood. He did understand. He lifted his t shirt and showed me a scar that i had noticed when i was cleaning him.

“This is when i ate more than i was supposed to.”

He rubbed the scar on his belly gently.

He put his t shirt back down.

And changed the subject abruptly.

“Can i take a bath?”

“Yeah i'll go draw you one”

End of chapter one

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