Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2018 12:28:27 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: My Pastor and Me ? Part 7 *My Pastor and Me -- Part 7* Gay, boys, incest, father, son * * * * I was eager to share my new skills with my friend Chris, so one Friday after school I invited him over to swim in our pool. After I'd been home for a while, he showed up on his bike, already wearing his trunks. *Hmmmm,* I thought, *I'll just have to figure some way to get him out of them. *We'd never done anything more than touch each other before, so this was going to prove tricky, but I was up to the challenge. I met him at the door in nothing but my trunks too. "Hey, Chris, come on in." "Hey, Steve, thanks." I led him to the backyard then we both raced and jumped in. I had conveniently forgotten to tie the drawstring on my trunks, so they came off as soon as I dove in. "You lost your trunks!" he commented, laughing. "Yeah, I guess so. Oh well, might as well leave them off," I said as I pulled them down the rest of the way and threw them onto a chair near the edge. I then proceeded to swim on my back for a couple of laps while he watched me. Eventually, he took his off too and threw them over the edge where they landed close to my own. "Feels good to swim this way, doesn't it?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. "Yeah, it does actually," he agreed, then we swam laps until I decided to challenge him to a race. We were all set to start when I said, "Up and back... and the winner gets a blowjob." He was still holding onto the side, stunned, as I yelled, "Go!" He wasn't prepared, so I was already halfway across the pool when he finally started to swim. Needless to say, I won. He looked a little disappointed and perhaps even a little scared because my cock was bigger than his, so I decided to give him an out. "Listen, how about we change it up and the winner `gives' a blowjob? How does that sound?" His face perked up considerably at that. "Climb up on the edge and spread your legs," I instructed. He did as I asked, and he was hard as a rock by the time I took his cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked, doing everything the reverend had showed me and just when I thought he might blow, I let it go and said, "There's something else I want to show you." I climbed out of the pool giving him a look at my own hard cock. "Wow, Steve, you're bigger than I remember." "Thanks, I think I'm still growing," I replied as I walked over to the chaise and grabbed something from under one of the towels that I'd left there earlier. I showed him the bottle and he asked, "What's that?" "It's lube. Here let me show you." I popped the top and went back to him. I squeezed a little out then reached out and started rubbing it all over his stiff prick. "Holy shit, that feels good!" "Yeah," I agreed as I continued to stroke his lubed cock, "but you know what feels even better...?" I asked. Then instead of finishing my thought, I squeezed some more on my fingers, turned around, bent over and began massaging it into my butthole. "You want me to... fuck you, Steve?" I said, "Hell yeah! You'll love it. Come over here and plug me with that thing." Tentatively, he stepped close enough to place his cock head at my slicked-up hole, then he asked, "Are you sure about this, Steve?" "Oh yeah, very. Now give it to me, buddy!" "Okay," he replied and started to push. I reached back and took his hands and placed them on my hips. That gave him better leverage and once he was all the way in, he stopped. I didn't want that, though, I wanted to get fucked, so I told him, "Now fuck me, buddy. Do it!" He pulled out a little then plunged back in. He made a happy sound then proceeded to fuck me like a rabbit. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. I was loving it, because getting fucked was my new favorite thing, when I noticed movement, from inside the house, out of the side of my eye. I knew Mom was at her sister's again, so it couldn't be her. I looked and there was my dad, watching from the kitchen window. Our eyes met, and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell if he was mad or not, but I was too into getting my ass pounded to stop, so I just let Chris continue. He finally screamed out, "I'm coming!" and then he stilled as he filled me up with his love juice. Once he was spent, he pulled out and I stood back up. "You didn't come?" He asked, looking bewildered. "No, sorry. I meant to, I just got distracted." Then I whispered, "My dad's home. I think you need to go." He looked panicked as he ran and grabbed his suit and mine. We dressed quickly and then I led him out the side gate. I waved and told him I'd see him in school the next week. He did the same. I was walking back to the house, when I heard a noise coming from inside the garage, so went in to investigate. It was my dad and he was loading up the car with camping gear. "Hey, Dad. Whatcha doin'?" I asked innocently, trying to gauge his mood. "I'm loading up the car. We're going to the cabin." "Now?!" I asked, confused. "Yup! I already called your mom and we don't have to be back until tomorrow night... for church the next morning." I shrugged and said, "Okay," then asked, "Is there anything I can do?" "Yeah, you can put those sleeping bags in the car and that empty cooler. I'll get the tent and the fishing poles." I did as he asked, and we worked well together as a team to load the car for our impromptu camping trip. The cabin we were headed to wasn't actually a cabin yet. Dad had been working on it off and on for quite awhile. It was really just a piece of land with a foundation, subflooring and framed walls near the lake with a dock. We had to take the tent when we went out there because otherwise we'd be shit out of luck if it rained, and it always rained. We got there after dinner (having eaten fast food in the car). We'd stopped and picked up groceries on the way for the rest of our stay. We unloaded and set up quickly as we had many times before. When we were all finished, we went down to the end of the dock and sat down to watch the sunset. Dad had been awfully quiet on the drive to the lake, so I was beginning to worry about him when he finally spoke, "You know I saw you with Chris this afternoon." "Yeah, I'm sorry about that." "Yeah, me too. I came home early, so it's my own fault. I mean, I know you're old enough to be messing around with your friend, I just wasn't prepared to see it, that's all." "If it makes you feel any better that was the first time we'd done anything like that." "Well, no it doesn't, but thanks for trying. When I saw you sucking his dick and then letting him fuck you I was... and I know I shouldn't have been, but... well, I was..." "Mad?" I asked trying to finish his sentence for him. "No... jealous." "Of Chris... why?!" "I don't know why, I just was. I'm not proud of it either. I'm your dad, I should be happy for you... but I wasn't." I scooted closer to him until our legs were touching. "Dad, Chris and I were just messing around. I want you to know that." "I know, son. And you should be experimenting with boys your own age... if that's what you want to do... it's just that..." "Dad," I started then took his hand in both of mine and spoke from my heart, "I love you." He finally turned to look at me and in the fading light I thought I saw a tear in his eye. Now, my dad didn't cry. He was a big strong man who rarely showed his emotions even to my mom, I suspect. But here he was on the verge of tears and all I could think to do was straddle his lap and hug him. So, I did. As I sat there with my head on his shoulder, he spoke in almost a whisper and said, "I love you, too, son. You're my pride and joy. I just want you to be happy." I lifted my head and looked into those dark brown eyes and said, "You know what would make me happy, Daddy? If you took me into that tent and made love to me." He searched my eyes for what I don't know, then lifted me up and off his lap, stood up himself, then picked me up in those hairy, muscular arms and carried me all the way back to our tent. He set me down outside and told me to get undressed then to throw my clothes in and crawl in afterwards. He did the same while we watched each other. When we were both naked, I crawled in with him right behind me. I laid down on the edge of my sleeping bag and he laid down on the edge of his. We laid there staring at one another, then he reached out and caressed my face. That was all the incentive I needed to reach out myself and grab his hard cock. "I want you to fuck me, daddy." "Are you sure, son? I mean I'm a lot bigger than Chris." he asked, looking concerned. "Positive," I assured him. He kissed me on the lips and I kissed him back, opening up for his tongue. He stuck it in and I sucked on it, then he did the same to me. Then a thought occurred to me, "Dad, we don't have anything to..." "I picked some up at the store when we were getting groceries." I smiled at his having thought of everything despite his having hastily pulled this trip together at the last minute. "So, you thought you might get a chance to fuck me?" I asked, secretly pleased. "I... hoped, son. Does that make me a bad dad?" He looked as if he needed reassurance, so I gave it to him. "You're the best dad a boy like me could have hoped for. I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, son." He reached behind him, grabbed something and then showed me the lube. "I saw that you already know how to use this. Do you want it from behind or...?" "I want to see you when you fuck me, Dad." "You got it, bud." And with that, he sat up, put my legs on his strong shoulders, then slicked up my ass. I loved the way his large, calloused fingers felt opening me up, but I wanted his hard cock. "Give it to me, Dad. Fuck me with that monster cock of yours." He slicked up his dick then placed it at my entrance and pushed. It slid right in and once he had bottomed out, he took to fucking me with care, but also with passion. I squeezed with every plunge and he moaned his pleasure each time I did so. "Aw, fuck, Stevie, you're so tight!" It pleased me to hear that. "Harder, Daddy, fuck me harder!" He did as I asked and pounded my ass harder and harder. I finally remembered to take my cock in my hand then began beating off to the rhythm of his cock moving in and out of my tight hole. All too quickly I was getting close, so I had to warn him. "I'm gonna come soon, Daddy!" "Go for it, son!" he yelled as he sped up even more. I lost it at that point and shot my load all over my chin and chest as I yelled, "Aw fuck!" With one last thrust, he came too. "Fuuuccckkkk!!!" I could feel his hot jizz fill me up as he leaned down and licked the cum off my chin, then stole a kiss. When he came back up, he moved like he was going to withdraw, so I held onto his hairy, ass cheeks and begged, "Please don't, Daddy." He smiled and stayed inside me, kissing me, until his cock softened and fell out. Then he grabbed his underwear and cleaned me up and then himself. * As I lay there safely in our combined sleeping bags and my father's loving arms, I asked, "So, what's going on with Aunt Mary and why is Mom spending so much time at her house these days?" "Well, there's no easy way to say this, but your Uncle Roger has been cheating on your Aunt Mary, so she's needed a lot of emotional support." "Oh. Does that mean they're getting a divorce?" "Probably." "Well, that sucks." He chuckled at my observation. "Yeah, but it'll be better for her in the long run. She doesn't need that kind of drama in her life." "I guess you're right." I thought of something else and asked, "Not to change the subject, but do you think Mom will come to the cabin once it's finished. I mean, I can understand why she doesn't come camping with us, but once she has an actual house to stay in, she should feel differently about it, right?" "I love your optimism, son, but don't count on it. There will still be no running water, no electricity, and only an outhouse. Can you really see her `roughing' it like we do?" It was my turn to chuckle. "No, I can't." "I mean she's offered to decorate the place, but I doubt she'll want to spend the night. So, it'll probably just be us guys, if that's alright with you." "Yeah... but is it okay if I'd rather it was just the two of us?" I asked, hoping I wasn't saying something wrong. "Yeah, I think so, I mean I kind of like it just being the two of us too." "Good, I'm glad it's not just me then," I added. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "No, son, it's not just you. Now how about we get some shut-eye? I'm kind of tired." "Yeah, me too." I turned on my side and he snuggled up against me. "Night, Dad." "Night, son. Sweet dreams." That last part made me smile. He hadn't said that to me in a long time, but I was sure I was going to have plenty of them. We got up early the next morning, ate breakfast, then sat on the end of the dock and fished for awhile. We both managed to catch a few, but we threw them all back. He knew I didn't like to kill anything and he was kind enough not to make me do it on this trip either. After lunch we took a hike in the woods, then came back, got undressed and took a nap. He let me sleep in his arms again and once I woke up, I felt his hard cock in my back, so I turned and scooted down to take it into my mouth and suck it. He woke up too and decided we should get into the sixty-nine position so that he could suck me too. I could tell he didn't have much experience, but it was the best blowjob I'd ever had because it was my dad giving it. We both came then he came back up and we cuddled some more. We got dressed some time later, then ate dinner. Afterwards, we packed up and drove back home where Mom was waiting for us. She asked if I had a good time spending the day with my dad and of course I had to say, "Always do, Mom." * I saw the pastor the nest day at church and I even thought I saw him wink at me when no one was looking, so I called him on Monday afternoon to share the news with him. I could tell he was already beating off as I recounted the events that led up to Dad fucking me and it made me horny to think of the reverend stroking that enormous cock of his while I told him about the weekend, so I took mine out and beat off with him. "He picked me up in his big, strong arms and carried me to the tent. We undressed then went in and he fucked me, hard, while I beat off. When he came inside me, I begged him to stay there as long as possible. The next afternoon, I was sucking his hard cock when he turned and took my cock in his mouth then sucked me while I was sucking him," I told him. I could hear the heavy breathing on the other end and I was getting close. "I came in his mouth and he came in mine!" I yelled, then blew my load all over myself. I heard him yell, "Yes!!!" and I pictured cum erupting from the big slit of his monster prick. When I was able to speak once again, I asked, "Did you come, Sir?" "Yes, I did," he answered, panting. "And you?" "Yes, Sir... all over myself." "I'm glad," he said chuckling. "Thanks for calling, Steve. I look forward to hearing from you again." "Thanks, Gregory, I'm sure you will," and we both hung up. * My aunt divorced my uncle soon after we got back from our trip to the cabin, so Mom was home all the time after that. I got busy with school activities while Dad went out to the cabin every chance he got to work on it. I didn't see it again until all three of us went out the next spring to outfit it. Mom had picked out some basic furniture and while the bed was one of the those bunk beds with a big one on the bottom and a smaller one above, I was pretty sure that the top bunk was never going to get used. Meanwhile, Dad and I made plans to stay there over part of spring break. (to be continued in "Our Cabin in the Woods")