Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2002 20:41:22 -0400 (EDT)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: Son of a Preacher Man

	It wasn't easy growing up in a southern Illinois town where your
Daddy was the local preacher and your Momma was the town whore, but I guess
my brother and me turned out all right.  It wasn't fair that we had to deal
with the other kids teasin us about our Momma but everyone knew about it
and everyone usually kept their mouths shut.
	It was Jess Tyler who made the first comment.  He was pissed cause
Josh made varsity and he didn't.  Course the fact that I had not only made
varsity but was headin up to State kinda helped Josh make the team.  I
guess coach was hopin he'd turn out like me.
	Course I was kinda weird that way anyway.  Ya know, I'm not built
like the other guys, I'm kinda tall and not as thick as the other guys.
But I'm solid and I can play the game, all right.
	Josh is more like the other guys, shorter and heavier, kinda took
after Mom more than Dad.  I guess I have more of Dad in me since he's about
as tall as I am.  But we had some weird hair thing going since I got Mom's
dark hair and Josh got Dad's blonde.
	Still, we definitely were from the same family in a number of ways.
We both had hair on our chests when we turned sixteen and our dicks were
shaped the same, thick and veiny with a plum shaped cap that curved up at
the end.
	We knew that cause we had caught on to the joys of jackin when we
were kids and went out behind the barn to toss off together.  I think he
caught me the first time and it seemed natural to just do it together.
	Josh was the first to try something different when he tasted his
spooge and decided he liked it.  So he tried mine, covering my cock with
his mouth when I started shootin off one time.  Since then he couldn't get
enough, chowing down on my cream every chance he got.
	We couldn't do it in the house, mainly cause Dad always seemed to
be clomping around either preparing his sermons or practicing them.  Mom
was never home but we didn't really miss her much.  I did the cookin and
Josh did the cleanin and we seemed to keep things going.
	When Mom got sick, Dad took care of her and even made sure the Doc
kept her condition quiet which, in a town of 500 is nigh on impossible.  So
when Jess Tyler made the crack about the town slut gettin fucked up by a
dirty drifter, Josh clocked him one and shut him right up.  But everyone
knew.
	So when she passed on from syphilis, Josh and Dad and I kept on
like nothing had changed, we just didn't have to clean no women's clothes
no more.
	That was six months ago and I was comin back from school for the
winter break and Josh was celebratin goin to the State championships for
Triple-A schools and Dad was lookin as pleased as punch with his two boys.
	We drove up to Springfield to watch Josh beat the crap outa some
suburban Chicago team and even stayed at a motor inn cause it was a five
hour drive and they got done late.  Dad took us out to dinner at a fancy
Italian place and he even let us sip some of his wine!  It was a mighty
fine time for us and although Josh and I were lookin for some time alone to
"celebrate" together, we knew it would have to wait.
	The next day, Josh and I went out behind the barn and found a spot
behind the hay mow where we could drop trou, lean back and fool around.
Josh sucked me off pretty quickly, see'in as how I was horny and all, and
then I jacked his juice to spray the field.  While we were layin back we
talked about things and I commented that I had found a few new friends in
college and was experimentin with some new stuff.
	Course, this got him hard and he had to try it out so he bent me
over and started plowin my rosebud with his beer can cock til he sprayed
another load inside me.  He never did get soft so I had him fuck me while I
jacked my cock.
	Just as I was about to shoot my load, Dad suddenly came around the
pile of hay and caught us with our pants down and cocks flappin hard.  I
ain't never gotten so soft so quick but my weenie shriveled into nothing in
an instant and Jess popped out of my spent butthole with plop as he shrank
too.
	Dad didn't say a word, he just turned bright red and stared at the
two of us, tryin to hide ourselves and pullin up our pants.  He pointed at
the house and Jess and I knew we were in deep trouble.  We trudged back to
the house, our heads flaming red and a deep dread settling in the pit of my
tummy.
	Dad only said a few words when we got inside the house.  "Josh,
bedroom.  Brent, den."  We split up, all the more afraid since there was no
more strength in numbers.  I heard Josh clatter up the stairs to his room,
slammin the door behind him.  I stumbled into the den where Dad spent most
of his time doin his church stuff and fell into the worn leather sofa he
had for visitin parishoners.
	He closed the door behind him and stood by his desk, an old roll
top model made of maple.  He stood there for a long time as I squirmed
under his relentless gaze.  But I noticed there wasn't any anger there or
at least nothing like what he showed when he was poundin the pulpit on
Sunday.  Instead I saw somethin that looked like fear and concern.
	"Son," he started in his preacher voice.  "I need you to tell me
some things and I need you to tell me the truth.  And God is gonna witness
this, boy, so you better not lie to me."
	"Y.y.y.yessir," I stammered, my voice gone a whisper.
	"Brent, are you a homosexual?"
	"Uh, I don't know, sir.  I been with guys and girls both."
	"And which do you prefer, son?"
	"Uh, I'm not sure, sir.  I just feel good in certain ways with
certain people."
	"I see.  And did you like what your brother was doing to you out
there?"
	The heat flared in my face as I stared at his shoes and answered
him.  "Yessir, I like that a lot."
	"And does your brother like it as well or are you forcing him to
partake in your actions?"
	"Oh, he likes other stuff, sir."
	"Like what, Brent?"
	"Uh, he likes it when, well..."  I trailed off not wanting to tell
my father about Josh suckin me off but Dad seemed to growl a bit.  "Uh, he
likes swallowin me, sir."
	"I see.  And how long has this been goin on?"
	"I squimed under the intensity of the conversation but knew I had
to answer because he was gonna check this with Josh too and only the truth
could be told the same both times.
	"Um, we've been foolin around since he turned sixteen, sir."
	He stood there, silent for a few minutes as I stared at his shoes.
But curiosity overcame my fear and I glanced up into his face, expecting
fury and scorn.  Instead I saw something almost like understanding as he
shook his head.
	"Well, son," he said, his voice dropping almost to a whisper.  "I
am sorry that you inherited so much from your Daddy and that your Momma
added to that mix, son.  I had hoped that you would be better than your
Daddy and that you wouldn't fall to temptation.  But I guess that's what
God wanted from me and you."
	I stared at my daddy as his words began sinking into my brain and
registering.  That's also when I noticed that Dad was standing there, his
right hand pressed against his pants in a vain attempt at hiding a growing
mound of man meat concealed beneath woolen trousers.
	I couldn't believe it!  My Dad was tellin me he was like me, he was
attracted to men!  I stared at him, bewildered as he continued his
explanation.
	"I thought I had grown up when I went to college and discovered
that there were men who felt like me, who knew what it was to want the
touch of a stubbled chin against bare chest.  Other men who loved the feel
of downy fur on a firm belly.  Other men, like me.
	"I satisfied my carnal urges for a full year before falling into a
deep depression and suddenly hearing a calling that told me to turn to God.
And so I changed majors, met your Momma, and thought I could change by
fathering children and teaching the word of God."
	He sighed heavily and adjusted his still-growing meat rod.  "But I
guess God was just trying to tell me that my first calling is to be honest
with myself and he has shown me this by revealing my children as being just
like me."
	I felt warm as I came to understand that Dad was sharing this with
me, man to man, opening himself up to me and revealing some of his inner
truth.  I was also getting aroused as I realized where many of my feelings
had originated and watched as Dad tried to control his own growing member.
	On impulse, I reached out and grasped his rod under the woolen
fabric, it's thick firm shape reminding me of mine and Josh's.  Dad gasped
and threw his head back, a whisper forced from his pouting lips.
	"Son....no."
	I ignored him, gently kneading his throbbing manhood to a firm
consistency as his hands dropped to his side and he moaned softly.  I
reached forward and began releasing his belt buckle, the clasp almost
crumbling at my touch.  The button was next and suddenly he was opened to
me, the petals of his trousers folding open to reveal the glory of his
manhood thrusting forward toward me.
	I came down off the sofa, kneeling before him, reveling in his
body, praying before the altar of his manhood.  I grasped his turgid shaft
and gasped as a single pearly drop of life elixir oozed from his plum
shaped head to drool along a thick vein filled with throbbing strength.
	As his lube touched my hand it seemed both icy cold and burning
hot, trailing a line of searing joy along my finger own to my wrist where
it absorbed into my skin.  I leaned forward and licked his cock slit,
teasing out another creamy drop before I laved his cock with my tongue,
drooling spit along its length before returning to the tip and swallowing
his shaft whole.
	Dad threw back his head and groaned as I bounced his cock head
against my throat, his thick member scraping along my cheeks.  He was so
much like Josh it was uncanny, a twin to his boys, he felt warm and firm
and yet spongy at once.
	He moved his hips forward and back, teasing sensations from his
cock that I could only try to find for him, my tongue swirling around his
length.  But I knew that this was not truly what I wanted, there was
something more that I needed from him and so I quickly dropped my pants,
stood, turned, and planted my ass on top of his prick, sliding its goodness
into me, my own spit providing the necessary lube to force his thick fucker
down my love chute.
	Dad growled and became almost possessed, thrusting his hips
forward, burying his meat in my buns and then pulling back till only his
plum was enveloped, then he plowed back in, plumbing my depths of pleasure.
	He fucked me hard, reaming my ass with pleasure and coating my
insides with juice as he gave himself over to the spirit.  But I was good
and knew how to control the situation, twitching my ass and draining more
and more of Dad's juice with each thrust, increasing the sensations on his
shaft with every move he made.
	I was proud when he finally shuddered to a tense stop, his legs
quivering with the effort of staying upright as he suddenly poured forth
the seed of heaven and filled me with the life-giving cream that made me.
As heavenly as his work was, his mouth was pouring forth sounds that came
from the pits of darkness, growls and grunts and groans punctuating his
efforts at filling my need.
	I couldn't hold off any longer and began whacking my cock, my balls
slapping back and forth against his hairy thighs.  Dad shuddered and began
sliding his cock back in and out, increasing the sensations in my groin and
filling my meat with even more strength.
	He must have felt the ripple going through my ass cheeks because
just before I was about to spray my load, he popped his bottle-cock from my
can and spun me around, dropping to his knees and swallowing me whole.
	His mouth was a warm, wet flesh glove and when he began trying to
siphon out my man cream, he sent me over the edge.  I shoved forward into
his hungry mouth, spraying cream across his tongue and down his throat,
filling him with his son's juice in a fitting circle from father to son and
back.
	He greedily swallowed my sperm and kept sucking for more as my
balls drained and almost turned inside out with his efforts.  When I
finally couldn't stand it any longer, I collapsed on the sofa behind me and
tried to catch my breath.  Dad licked his lips and smiled at me with a
warmth I hadn't seen in him in years.
	I put my hand against his face and he kissed my hand. I realized
that this was what I had really been looking for at school, why I had been
with those men!  The feel of a man's chin as he rested his face in your
hand.  The taste of cum pouring forth from a turgid shaft and coating your
tongue.  The feel of a hot cock pouring out it's cream into your raw ass.
This was what I needed!
	We sat there for a few moments, collecting our strength and
enjoying one another, before Dad looked up at me with a devilish grin.
	"So.  Shall we go let your brother off the hook?  He's probably
worried, waiting for his punishment.  Shall we give it to him?"
	I returned my father's grin.  "Oh yeah, Dad.  I think he needs to
be ministered to!"


Let me know what you think...
Rob