Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 17:27:08 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Son of a Preacher Man - chapter 3

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Son of a Preacher Man - by BW  (Young-Friends).   Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 3 - The wages of sin.                     January 2000

I woke up Saturday morning, wrapped in Ryan's arms.  He was still asleep
and I just lifted my head and watched him lying there.  He was so beautiful
and I couldn't believe how fortunate I was.  I mean, how lucky was it that
I happened to take a job on the same farm where he worked and then have the
two of us fall in love?  He looked so innocent and so peaceful lying there,
his smooth chest rising and falling with each fragile breath, and I began
to think that my assumption about God was correct.  He wouldn't have made
me gay and then left me to suffer my life alone.  Instead, he sent me my
adorable young lover to fulfill all my needs.

 While I was watching him, Ryan's eyes fluttered open and he noticed me
staring at him.  "What's the matter, Zach?"

"Nothing's the matter.  I just love looking at you...you're so damn
handsome."

Ryan blushed.  "You're not so bad yourself.  You ready for a little action,
studly?"

"Yeah, but can't we at least eat first?"

"It's right here, bud," he teased, stroking the sheet over his groin.

"No!  I meant breakfast.  You know, like cereal.  I don't eat meat for
breakfast."

"That's too bad.  You'll never know what you're missing."

We both laughed and then we headed downstairs to the kitchen.  We were
still naked, but Ryan didn't have any close neighbors, so we just didn't
worry about it.  We each had a bowl of cereal and some toast with jelly.  I
was just about finished when Ryan came over to me and smeared my chest with
the fruity spread.  I was shocked, but I slid my hand into the jelly jar
and did the same thing to him.  He laughed, loaded up his fingers with more
jelly, and then he covered my face and my dick with the sticky substance.
Of course, I had to return the favor.  When we had finished our childish
prank, we both just looked at each other and laughed hysterically.

"I think we should go clean up," I told him, breaking the merriment.

"And I've got just the idea on how we're going to do it."  He took my hand,
an ear-to-ear grin covering his face, and he dragged me back upstairs to
his bedroom.

"I thought we were going to shower," I said as he pushed me onto the bed.

"Nah, I've got a better way."  With that, Ryan straddled my body and
started licking the jelly off of my face.  After he finished with my face,
he moved down to my chest, and then to my penis.  He licked every trace of
jelly from my body and then looked into my eyes.

"Your turn, now, champ."

We switched positions and I used the same method to remove the jelly from
his boyish frame that he had used on mine.  When I had finished with his
cock, I slipped it in my mouth and started to give him a hummer.

"Whoa there, partner.  Hold your horses and round up them ponies.  I've got
something else planned for today."

"You mean what you said in the showers?"

"Give the prize to the kid with the shitty grin," he shot back, looking me
over.  "Do you think you're ready to receive your prize?"

"Uh, I think we need to work up to this.  I don't think I'm ready for your
cock to go up my butt just yet."

"I wasn't just going to just shove it up you, Zach.  I'm going to loosen
you up first and get you ready for that.  So, are you ready to trust me?"

Sheepishly, I looked into his face before I spoke.  "I'll trust that you
won't hurt me," I said in a barely audible voice, "so what do you want me
to do?"

"Just lie back and pull your knees up to your chest."  Ryan grasped my
ankles and pulled my legs up at the same time I started to lift them.
"Just hold them like that and I'll get you ready."

Ryan ran over to the other side of the room and grabbed something off of
his dresser.  When he came back, he had taken the lid off of the jar of
Vaseline and he scooped a big gob out with his finger.  He bent down, near
my ass, and started coating my boy pucker with petroleum jelly.  Next, he
put his finger up to my hole and pushed it gently into my rectum.  I moaned
slightly and he started moving his finger all around.  Gently he moved it
in and out and twisted it about at the same time.  I was starting to get
hotter and hotter under his probing and I started to squirm on the bed.
Ryan looked up and smiled.

"You like it, don't you?  Well, it's going to get better, so just relax and
enjoy."

He stuck his hand back into the Vaseline jar with his first two fingers and
then he inserted both of them into my anus.  It stretched my rosebud a
little more and made me jump a little when they first entered me.
Gradually, my body adjusted to them and I started to enjoy the increased
sensation.  He continued for a while longer before he pulled his fingers
out of my hole, again.

"How did that feel?  You still okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine.  It made my butt feel full, like I had to take a dump, but
I liked how it made me tingle."

"Great.  I've still got a little more stretching to do, but you're almost
ready.  Just hang in there."

Ryan reached back into the jar, this time greasing up three fingers and
inserting them into me.  Again, I squirmed, but he went slowly and let my
sphincter muscles adjust to the added thickness.  He worked them around in
me again and I felt that I was a lot more comfortable with this than when
he had started.  I watched him, noting his concentration and tenderness,
until he looked back up at me.

"Are you still okay with this?" he inquired.  I nodded my head in
agreement.  "I think you're ready for the main event.  I just have to
prepare myself."

Having said that, he reached the fingers of his left hand into the jar and
then he started rubbing the lubricant over his rapidly expanding member.
Once he was all greased up, he looked up at me and smiled.  "The things
I've read about this said that you should start pushing your butt muscles
when I start to enter you.  You know, like you're trying to take a dump,
but not quite so hard.  That will expand your canal and make it easier for
me to get in.  Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am," I said, still harboring a little trepidation.  "Just take it
easy, okay?"

"Sure, pal.  You know I wouldn't hurt you."  He moved up and placed his
stiff dick against my rosebud and pushed gently against it.  The head
slipped right in, with very little resistance.  I gasped as he entered, but
there was no pain.  Ryan looked at me for approval to continue and I nodded
at him, to let him know that I was all right.  Now, he started to push his
boy meat up my tunnel, inch by inch, constantly checking with me to make
sure that I was not in pain.  He kept going until I felt his pubes brushing
the cheeks of my ass, and I knew that he was all the way in.

I can't describe the feeling this first time.  It didn't hurt, but I felt a
little bloated.  I could feel his hot boyhood pulsing in my tight virgin
hole and it made me feel that we could never be any closer to each other
than we were at this moment.  I glanced at Ryan, to let him know I was
ready, and I was enthralled with the pure look of pleasure radiating from
his gorgeous face.  Ryan started to pull his youthful meat out slowly and,
when only the head was still in me, he pushed it back in.  He gently kept
up his pumping action and it sent an electric-like tingle coursing through
my entire body, every time his penis brushed my prostate.

"Aaaagggghhhh.  Ooooooohhhh.  Mmmmmmmmmmm."  I groaned, as he worked on me.
Ryan started to pick up his pace, but I wasn't sure if he was reacting to
my pleasure or if he discovered some urgency of his own.  My own cock was
rigid and reacting to his chest brushing up against it with every stroke.
Again, he quickened his pace and I knew it wouldn't be long before both of
us erupted in pure bliss.

Ryan started to gasp and I could feel his prick expand in my hole.  He
arched his head and chest backward and I felt the first blast from his
engorged rifle.  As his next few shots filled my body, my own penis jerked
and erupted all over us.  Our bodies were covered, from nose to navel, with
hot boy spunk.  When his body had spent its last squirt into me, Ryan
collapsed on my chest.  My juices formed a sticky seal between us, as I
ground my body into his as a thank-you for the rapture I had just felt.  I
wrapped my arms around him, gave him an affectionate hug, and then ran my
fingers through his hair and I stroked his head.  We lay there like this
for many minutes before either of us could speak.

"Thank you, Ryan, that was wonderful.  I loved it and I love you."

Wearily, Ryan answered, "Then this afternoon, after we've rested up, you
can do me.  Agreed?"

"Agreed.  I can't wait to please you like this.  What do you say about
taking that shower now, though?"

"Great idea."

We went into the shower and washed each other up, carefully scrubbing every
square inch of young flesh.  When we had finished, we agreed to go
downstairs and watch some television.  We watched some cartoons and then
some sporting events, taking only a quick break for lunch.  After we ate,
we went back upstairs and I gave Ryan the same loving attention that he had
shown me earlier.  I grabbed the Vaseline and lubed him up, first using one
finger, then two, and finally three.  When I had finished, I moved into
position and put the head of my penis against his opening.  Ryan told me he
was ready and I pushed my way in.  I slipped in fairly easily, after having
stretched him out beforehand, and it felt wonderful having my meat
completely enveloped in his tight, silky smooth, hot lining.  The feeling
was incredible and I almost blew my load, just feeling the incredible joy
from being in him.  After I calmed down a little, I looked at Ryan to make
sure he was all right and he smiled at me with one of those special grins
he would give me at times like this.  I knew that was my signal to
continue, so I pulled most of the way out before I rammed my dick back
inside him.  Man, that was an awesome feeling and my body began to react on
its own.  I pulled out again, before slamming my meat home once more, and I
kept that routine up for the next couple of minutes.

I could feel the pressure building in my loins and the electricity was
shooting out in all directions.  This was the most fantastic feeling I had
ever experienced and I never wanted it to end, but I could tell from the
pressure in my scrotum that this wasn't to be.  I was going at Ryan like I
had seen dogs doing it out in the yard, and he was moaning and panting
beneath me, letting me know that he was enjoying this as much as I was.  It
took only a few minutes more before I pushed into him as far as I could go
and my penis erupted like a fire hose that had been opened full blast.  I
felt light-headed and giddy from the release and soon I collapsed on top of
Ryan's heaving chest.  We were now complete, our two bodies and souls had
merged into one, and we knew that we would never be happy without the other
one ever again.

Later, we had a pizza delivered for dinner and then I felt that I had to
speak to Ryan.  "Did you remember that we have do go to my father's church
tomorrow?"  He nodded.  "And you're good with that, right?"  He nodded
again.  "Great.  We'll have to leave about 9:30 because Sunday School
starts at 10:00 and regular services begin at 11:00.  Dad should finish
between noon and 12:30, depending on how much he gets into his sermon.
Then, we'll be able to come back here for a few hours before I'll have to
go home."

"I know.  I told you that I'd go with you and I will, as long as I can be
with you.  Church is church and I'm fine with it, so quit your worrying and
enjoy the rest of the night."

"All churches are not the same and you better be prepared for a
fire-and-brimstone sermon.  I don't remember dad's topic for this week, but
last week's was kind of mild so I expect this one's going to be a scorcher.
If you don't like it, just try to tune him out, but we've got to be real
careful about touching in church.  I don't want to start any rumors or
problems."

"Gotcha.  Don't worry.  I'll be cool."

We didn't have any more sex the rest of the day, as we were kind of tired
out.  We spent the night watching TV or playing Ryan's Play Station games.
It was seldom that I got to watch a television program and Ryan was just
starting to teach me how to play the video games.  I wasn't very good at
it, but we did have a lot of fun.  Eventually, we just decided to go to
sleep.  We slept together in Ryan's bed, cuddled up to each other like the
night before, and we just enjoyed each other's company and warm body, as
our hot flesh pressed together.

The next morning we were up early, getting ready to attend services.  We
showered together and then we dressed in slacks, ties, and sport coats
before we made our way to my dad's church.  When we got there, I was
greeted by many of the members of the congregation, as I was each week.  I
introduced Ryan as a close friend, whom I was getting acquainted with our
church.  Everyone seemed pleased that I had brought my guest and we went in
to take our seats for the Sunday School session.  Of course, Ryan sat next
to me in the teen class and we were told the story of Abraham's devotion to
God and his willingness to sacrifice his son Isaac, at God's request.  He
didn't actually have to kill his son because God stopped him before the
deed was done, pleased that Abraham would be willing to sacrifice so much.
God had been testing the depth of his love and devotion, and then he
rewarded Abraham's love by sparing Isaac's life.

After class we went into the main part of the church and slid into one of
the pews, about halfway down the aisle.  My warning to Ryan was right on
target and this was going to be one of my father's fire-breathing sermons.
Unfortunately for us, it was his sermon on 'The Sins of the Flesh'.  Great
timing, huh?  I felt really horrible for Ryan.  It was bad enough that I
had to feel constantly guilty about my orientation, but now Ryan was about
to feel the heat from the blast furnace in which I lived.  Dad started off
talking about adultery and prostitution and Ryan just sort of took it in
stride.  When I felt my father approaching the subject of homosexuality, I
looked over at Ryan's face and cringed because I knew what was about to
follow.  As my dad began his tirade on this topic, I saw Ryan's face first
drain of blood and then he went completely flush.  Now I really felt bad
that I dragged him along.

This didn't happen to be the short version of the sermon, either.  My
father covered each and every verse in the Bible that dealt with
homosexuality.  He went over every passage, in detail, and then he
described what it meant and its implications for eternal salvation.  Ryan
held up fairly well, better than I would have if I'd been in his shoes, and
I was pleased by his performance.  Near the end of the service, my father
informed the congregation that he had a special announcement to make.

"What I must tell you now, I do with a very heavy heart.  I have come to
think of all of you as family."  He paused and scanned the room before
resuming.  "I must announce that I am being transferred and I will be
leaving this church by the middle of August."

My mouth dropped to the floor, as the rest of the congregation groaned, and
Ryan turned toward me with an expression of horror etched on that cute boy
face.

"My mother, who lives outside of Albany, N.Y.," my father continued, "has
not been doing well and I have asked for a transfer, so I could be closer
to her.  I shall be moving my family to a church just east of Syracuse and
I will begin as their pastor in September.  I will miss you all and will
keep you in my prayers, wishing you all the best.  Your new minister should
be here by late August."

I waited for my father outside the church, with Ryan by my side.  I was
furious with him for not telling me about this before or letting me know
that this was a possibility.  I waited for him to finish bidding his
farewells to the members of the church, so we could have a little more
privacy.  When he finished talking to the last parishioner, I approached
him.

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?" I screamed at him.

"Now, son, calm down.  I didn't tell you because I didn't learn that it was
official until yesterday.  You were visiting your friend and I thought you
might as well just hear about it with everyone else.  I didn't expect you
to take it like this."

"What did you expect?  You must have asked for this a long time ago and you
could have told me what you were planning."

"I didn't want to tell you until it was definite.  I might have been turned
down for the transfer, nothing was certain.  If this hadn't come about,
then we still would have been here and I wouldn't have had to worry you."

"Well it did go through and I don't want to go!  No, I'm not going to go!"

"Son, calm down.  You know you're too young to stay here on your own and
you have to come with the family.  You'll be fine and you'll make new
friends there."

"It won't be fine and I'm not going."  Having said that, I turned around
and raced from the church.  Ryan chased after me, trying hard to catch me,
but I was nearly at his house before I felt his hand resting on my
shoulder.

"Easy, man.  We've gotta talk about this."

"Ryan, I'm not going.  I'll stay here with you.  I can't leave you...I'll
never leave you...I'll...," but I just broke down and started to sob
uncontrollably.  Ryan caressed me to his chest and he just held me as I
wept into his shirt.

"Zach, calm down and we'll discuss this.  I don't want you to go, either.
Maybe I can talk my parents into letting you live with us.  We'll think of
something, bro."

"Do you really think that your parents would take me in, Ryan?  I'll keep
my job on the farm through school and I'll pay for my own food and clothes.
I'll do anything but leave you, Ryan."

"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to my mom and dad when they get home.
We'll work something out, Zach. Just don't cry.  I hate to see you cry."
He grabbed me again and clung to me, stroking my head and giving me soft
little kisses.  He just kept making me love him, more and more, with his
concern and all the little things he was doing to make me feel better.  My
head was spinning round and round; I just couldn't believe this was
happening.  Maybe I was wrong this morning.  Maybe God isn't so loving and
forgiving and this is his way of punishing me for loving another male.
Maybe my father's sermon wasn't a coincidence and he was guided by God to
give that sermon at this time, to let Ryan and me know the errors of our
way.  This might be all God's doing and, if it was, I think I might hate
him.

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