Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 05:04:32 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Son of a Preacher Man - chapter 8

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Son of a Preacher Man - by BW (Young-Friends).    Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 8 - Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone.      January 2000

I called Ryan after I got home and advised him of Peter's decision.  He
said he was glad to hear that he would be coming and that his parents had
already agreed to have him if he decided to come.  Ryan didn't inquire if
we had done anything or, if so, what we had done.  I was pleased to think
that Rye trusted me enough to not worry about what might be taking place.
He said he'd talk to Mr. Johnson and see if Peter could work on the farm
with us.  He told me how much he missed me and I told him I felt the same
way.  I told him I'd talk to him a couple of more times before summer and
then we said good-bye.  I was so excited that I would be with my two best
friends for the whole summer.  I warned Peter that Ryan and I would need
some time to ourselves, but that there would be other times that all three
of us could mess around together.  He said that he understood and that he
would make sure to give us time alone.

Things were going really well.  Peter seemed content through March and
April with our oral sex lessons, probably because we were only able to get
together once or twice a week, but by May he was ready for something new.

"Zach?  Do you think I'm ready to try butt fucking?"

"That's for you to decide, Pete.  I don't think there are any special
requirements before you begin.  It's not like you're applying for a job and
have to meet the minimum qualifications.  Although I think your
qualifications, those hanging between your legs, seem fine to me."

Peter chuckled.  "Yeah, I guess you're right."  Without waiting to catch
his breath, he continued.  "Would you fuck me then?  I want to see what it
feels like with a dick up my ass."

"I'll do it, if that's what you want.  Do you have any Vaseline or baby
oil?"

"There's some in the bathroom.  Wait here and I'll go and get it."

Peter ran off, got the lube, and handed it to me.  We both undressed and
Peter looked me in the eye."

"How do you want me to position myself for this?"

"Pete, have you ever had anything up your chute before?"

"Sometimes I stick one or two of my fingers up there, when I'm jerking
off."

"Well, I'll loosen you up first, but you've got a choice on the positions.
You can do it doggy style, either on all fours or you can put your head and
chest on the bed and stick your ass into the air a little.  If you don't
want to do it that way, you can lie on your back and pull up your legs or I
can just have you lie over the edge of the bed, butt in the air, or I can
lie on my back and you can squat over me and ride me like a bronco."

"Which way is the best?"

"Each way has it advantages and disadvantages.  I think we should either do
doggy style or with you on your back and your legs pulled up for the first
time."

"Well, I've seen picture of boys doing it doggy style, so let's try that."

Peter got into position and I lubed up my fingers and started stretching
his virgin hole.  I put the first finger up to his hole and it slid right
in.  I pumped it in and out a few times and then added the second finger.
There was no resistance to this either, so I pumped his ass a little and
twisted them around in his rectum to widen his entranceway.  Now, I
inserted my third finger and Peter let out a slight gasp.  I made sure he
was fine before I started working the triple digits around as one.  I made
sure to scrape the prostate, once or twice, to let him experience that
sensation.

When I was satisfied that he was sufficiently loose, I lubed up my cock and
positioned myself for business.  I pulled back the foreskin, pointed my rod
at his sphincter, and then I effortlessly pushed the head of my dick into
his chaste boy pussy.  Peter moaned, but I recognized it as a moan of
pleasure, not of pain.  I slid the rest of my prick in, a little at a time,
and finally my meat rested within the confines of his untouched tunnel.  I
asked him if he was ready to begin and he said to go ahead, so I began my
assault on this virgin territory.  Pulling my dick back as far as I could,
I pushed it forcefully back in until my ball sac slapped his inner thighs.
I continued to piston in and out of his rectum, adding more force and more
pace as we continued, simultaneously stroking Peter's rigid tool with the
same rhythm.  I began to feel my juices boiling deep in my loins and I knew
that I was nearing the brink.  I felt Pete's weapon expand in my hand just
before he spewed his seed all over himself and the sheets.

As Peter's orgasm hit, his ass muscles contracted on my penis, increasing
the sensations I was feeling and causing me to blow my load.  The first
blasts scalded the silky lining of his tender tube and the following shots
filled his boy cunt, causing it to leak back out and run down the inside of
his legs.  Completely spent, Peter collapsed on the bed, taking me with
him, my now softening prick still plugging his ass.

"Is it always that good?" he barely got out.

"Yes, I'd say it was.  So how did it feel?"

"At first it felt like I was taking a shit in reverse, but then I started
to tingle all over as your dick kept rubbing against something inside of
me.  I thought it was great when I shot my wad, but when you started
filling me with yours, I was in heaven."

"It was rubbing your prostate.  I'm glad you liked it."

"Do you want me to do you the same way?"

"No.  Why don't you rest for a few minutes and then I'll ride you?  That
way you can enjoy it without worrying about what you're doing."

"Yeah, okay.  Whatever."

While giving Peter a chance to enjoy his latest encounter, I began to lube
my hole.  I inserted a finger at a time, until I had three fingers in and
rotating around my rectum.  I looked over at Peter and determined that he
was ready for the next step, so I bent over and took his dick in my mouth.
Having aroused him back to an erect state, I let his penis slip from my
mouth and then I began to grease it up for his next lesson.  Having
sufficiently prepared him, I poised my body above Peter's joystick and then
lowered myself down his slippery pole.

Peter drew a sharp intake of air as my anus swallowed the head of his cock,
enjoying the feeling of the satiny warmth of a boy pussy for the first
time.  I slid down his rod, letting my own body adjust to his unusual
thickness, until my ass cheeks were being tickled by his wiry pubes.  It
was time to give my friend the ride of his life.  I hoisted my butt up,
almost letting his dick slide out of my tunnel, and then dropped quickly to
his groin.  I kept repeating this motion, watching Peter writhe and gasp
for air as he savored the tingling in his loins.  Faster and faster, I
pumped on his swollen member and I took him to the edge of nirvana.
Eventually, Peter leaped over that edge and rammed his meat up to meet my
descent, sending wave after wave of his hot juices up my boy cunt.  I
pumped my body up and down a few more times until his penis went soft and
slipped from my arse.

"Wow.  That was wonderful," Peter hissed, as his body started to relax.
"Fantastic.  I didn't think it would feel that good."

"Yeah, it's great, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is.  Thanks again, Zach.  You're one hell of a friend and I'm
really glad you're my friend."

"Thanks, Pete, and I'm glad you're my friend too."

After this session, Peter and I got back together several more times,
enjoying a variety of sexual events with each encounter.  We weren't able
to meet on a lot of occasions, but we tried to enjoy a couple of different
activities with each encounter.  We were rapidly approaching the end of the
school year and we would soon be leaving to stay with Ryan.  We had already
purchased our plane tickets, having picked them up together near the end of
May, and we had also begun to pack our work clothes and other items for the
trip.  We were both quite excited.

"Pete, my parents are going to be going to a wedding out of town this
Saturday.  I'm going to be home all day by myself.  Do you think you'd like
to come over and spend the night?  It would give us the chance to do a few
more things alone before we left for the summer.  I want you to feel ready
to go, and Ryan and I will probably be spending a good deal of time alone
for the first couple of weeks."

I didn't usually initiate the encounters with Peter, as I was only his
guide on his journey into sexual awareness, but I wanted to make sure his
needs were met before we left.  Ryan and I would want some quality time
alone after we got there, and I didn't want Peter's lust to be unfulfilled
until that time.  This would be the last weekend at home before we caught
our flight on Thursday.

"Sounds great.  If I'm able to get enough sexercise this weekend, then I
could probably last a couple of weeks before I would need to bother you two
love birds.  It's a great idea and it will benefit us all.  Thanks, Zach,
I'll be there around noon then."

"Wait.  Why don't you spend Friday night too?  My parents will be leaving
early, so we'll have the place to ourselves and we can utilize every minute
of the weekend to satisfy your needs."

"Yeah, that sounds even better.  I'll check with my folks and call you
later.  See you, Zach."

"See you, Peter, but remember that everything is off limits until my
parents leave.  Okay?"

"No problem.  I think that I can spend one night with you without getting
all horny.  Don't worry, Bud, I won't blow our cover.  I'd rather wait and
blow something else."

"Get out of here.  I'll talk to you later."

Peter got permission and we walked home from school together on Friday.  My
parents had met Peter before and they pumped him with the usual social
questions about his health, his family, school, and extracurricular
activities.  We had a pleasant evening with my mom and dad, and both of
them thanked Peter for coming over so I didn't have to stay alone.  They
told him that he must be a very good friend to be willing to give up his
weekend to keep me company.  Later, Peter and I had a good laugh over that
comment but, for now, we were able to stifle our giggles.

The next morning, Peter and I were just waking up when my mother came in to
tell us they were leaving.  She gave us a verbal list of things we
shouldn't do, repeated the instruction from the previous night as to
emergency number, meals, etc., and then she kissed me good bye.  Peter and
I stood in the doorway, waving farewell, as my parents began their trip.

"What do you say to a quickie before breakfast?" Peter asked me.

"Man, you sure don't like to waste any time, do you?"

"I try not to," he chuckled.  "I just have to drop a load before my balls
explode."

"Yeah, come to think of it, I could stand to bust a nut too.  Come on,
we'll do it in my room."

We went up to the room and decided that we would do a quick sixty-nine;
that way we could both get off at the same time.  We undressed and lay down
on my bed, so our genitals where pointing at the other's face.  Almost in
unison, we began flicking our tongues at the other's dick head and our
tubes soon became inflated.  I took Peter's member into my mouth, with him
following suit, and I slowly began to work on his ample member.  We had
just begun to work ourselves into an enjoyable rhythm when I heard the door
to my room open.

"Zach, have you seen where I put."

It was my mother and she froze when she saw Peter and me on the bed.  The
blood drained from her body as she realized what we were up to.

"Oh, dear," she muttered as she slowly eased her way out of the room.

I jumped out of bed, grabbed my shorts, yanked them on, and raced out of
the room after my mother.  She was standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Mom, it wasn't...well, it wasn't...what it looked like."

"I think it was exactly what it looked like."

"Mom, please let me explain."

"Zach, I can't talk about this right now.  I've got to go."  She moved
toward the door.

"Mom, please don't tell Dad."

"Zach, you know I have to.  I can't keep this from him."

"Mom, pleeeeeeeze?"

"Zach, dear.  I won't tell him until we're on our way home tonight.  I
don't want to spoil the day for him, but I do have to tell him.  He's your
father and he has a right to know what's going on here."

"But, Mom?  He'll kill me.  He'll throw me out of the house and tell me
that I'm no longer his son.  Please, Mom, don't do that to us."

"Your father will probably be upset, but I doubt that he'll resort to
violence."

"But he'll send me away somewhere."

"I don't think he'd go to that extreme either, but he will probably want to
speak to you after Sunday services.  I suggest that either Peter goes home
or you two refrain from further conduct of that nature, though.  I've got
to go, dear, your father is probably stewing out in the car, wondering
what's keeping me.  We'll deal with this tomorrow.  I sincerely suggest
that you spend your time thinking about how you want to talk about this
with your father."

With that, she turned and left and I watched as the car drove off again.  I
suddenly felt my emotional dam burst and I started bawling like a baby.
Peter must have heard me weeping and he crept down the stairs, in only his
underwear, to try to ease my pain.

"They're going to kill me when they get back, and they'll probably tell
your parents."

"I don't care, Zach.  I'll face my parents, if I have to.  I'd have to tell
them some time.  Come on, let's go back upstairs and I'll try to make you
feel better."

"Damn it, Peter.  Can't you see?  I'm in big trouble here.  My dad hates
queers and he thinks that the things they do are abominations.  To him, I'm
a major, major sinner and he won't want me in his house.  I'm in deep shit
here and I've got to figure out what to do."

"Look, if he throws you out, you can come and live with me.  I think my
parents will be cool about this.  They're pretty liberal and usually accept
almost anything, as long as it doesn't hurt someone else."

"But my parents aren't going to want anything to do with me and I don't
know if I can handle that.  They're going to hate me.  I love them, and I
don't know if I can handle it if they actually hate me."

"Come on, dude.  Relax.  Things will work out, don't worry.  Come on.
Let's go upstairs and I'll make you feel better, and then I'll help you
plan your strategy.  We'll talk about what to say to your dad and make a
back up plan, in case the first one doesn't work.  Don't worry, bud.  I'm
not going to let you go through this alone.  You wouldn't be in this mess
if you weren't trying to help me.  Come on, give me your hand."

Hesitantly, I gave Peter my hand and I went back upstairs with him.  He did
make me feel better and I decided to continue on our previous plan, to
satiate Peter's sexual needs.  We talked long and hard about what happened,
between our sexual forays, and I agreed that I would stay with him if my
parents threw me out.  I would stay with Peter until we went to Ryan's and
then the three of us could decide what I should do next.

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