Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2000 19:19:27 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Son of a Preacher Man - chapter 9

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Son of a Preacher Man - by BW (Young-Friends).    Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 9 - Judgment Day.                         January 2000

Peter left and went home shortly after he awoke.  He knew my parents
wouldn't want him around during our discussion and he felt it would be
better if he disappeared.  My folks had arrived home shortly after midnight
and they had gone directly to their room to sleep.  Now, I was preparing to
go to Sunday services with them, knowing that I would have to face my
father when we returned.

The church service seemed to last longer than usual, but I could tell that
my dad's heart was not into what he was doing.  He apologized to the
congregation, saying he was tired from his trip to the wedding and asked
for their indulgence with his less than stellar performance.  No one seemed
to mind and many told him so in their final greetings.  Dad closed up the
building and we rode home in the car in total silence.  When we pulled up
in front of the house, my dad turned to me and spoke.

"Zechariah.  I want you to go upstairs and get out of your church clothes
and then meet me in my study.  There are some things we need to discuss."

I nodded in the affirmative and swallowed hard.  I could tell that I was in
big trouble.  My father only uses my proper first name when he's upset with
me.  I knew that this moment was coming, but I still wasn't ready to face
it.  I went up to my room and changed, and then I went into the study to
face the music.  My dad was already there, seated in an armchair, when I
entered.  He looked up at me and I swore he could look into the depths of
my soul.

"Zechariah, your mother told me what she saw yesterday."

"Dad, I can explain."

"Zach, please don't interrupt me.  You can have your say later."

He was really quite relaxed and calm when speaking, so I assumed my mother
had warned him about how I thought he was going to react.

"You have to know the things you were doing were wrong," he continued, "and
you have to know how I and the church stand on this issue.  That sort of
behavior is totally unacceptable and sinful.  I cannot and will not condone
or allow such behavior under my roof.  I know we all yield to temptation,
on occasion, and you are no exception to that rule.  I must have your word,
though, that you'll never become part of such behavior again."

This was not what I expected to hear from my dad.  I had expected him to
rant and rave, quoting scripture and threatening me with the fire and
brimstone of hell.  That was not the man I was facing now.  Here was a
calm, thoughtful person, trying to give me a chance to repent.  I
appreciated his offer, but I knew that I could not accept it.

"I can't promise you that, Dad.  I'm gay and that's how we love each
other."

"Son, you're not listening to me."  His voice became harsher and louder.
"I'm not giving you a choice.  If you want to continue living under my
roof, then you have to abandon that life style."

"Dad, I can't give up that life style.  That's who I am.  That's what I
do."

"Zechariah, you are a minor and I am your father.  You will obey me."

"Dad, I can't.  Do you think I chose to be gay?  Do you think that I want
to take the chance of public ridicule and rejection?  Do you think I would
choose to face potential humiliation and beatings if I could pick something
else?"

"I'm not sure what you'd choose, but that's not important.  What's
important is that you will honor my wishes and obey me."

"Dad, are you listening to me?  I didn't plan to me gay.  I didn't choose
to be gay.  I was born gay.  If the situation were reversed, do you think
you could give up loving Mom and start loving men?"

"That's not a realistic analogy, and it's not relevant."

"It is realistic and it is relevant.  That's what I'm saying.  I can't
change who I am, any more than a lion could be a lamb.  The lion didn't
choose to be a lion, any more than I chose to be gay.  That's who I am.
That's how I was born."

"Don't be ridiculous, Zach.  You could easily learn to be normal."

"No, I can't.  Seeing girls does nothing for me.  I don't get excited and I
don't get aroused.  It would be pretty hard for a guy to have sex if he
can't get aroused.  It's guys that arouse me and that's how I know that I'm
gay.  There is nothing you can do or say that will change that fact."

"Then you won't obey me."

"I wish I could, but I can't."

"Then you are going to turn your back on me, God, and the teachings of the
church."

"No.  I'm not turning my back on any of that stuff.  I'm turning my back on
how man interprets what God wants.  I'm turning my back on the religious
institutions whose narrow-minded interpretations of scripture would condemn
anyone who is different from them.  I'm turning my back on those ministers
and evangelists who have affairs outside of marriage - breaking a
commandment, not just a verse of scripture - and then have the nerve to
preach about sexual morality.  I'm turning my back on priests who have sex
or molest young boys, but whose church condemns man-to-man love.  Instead,
I'm putting my faith in the loving and forgiving God that I've heard you
preach about, the God who said 'Judge not, and ye shall not be judged;
condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned; forgive, and ye shall be
forgiven' and 'He that is without sin among you, let him cast a stone at
her.'  I place my faith in the God that made me gay, knowing that he
wouldn't turn his back on me or not allow me to fulfill the needs he gave
me."

"Zach, it doesn't work like that.  He is a forgiving God and he will
forgive you the occasional infraction, but he won't forgive repeated
offenses of things that you know that are wrong."

"That's the problem.  I don't think God considers it wrong if two people
agree and truly love each other.  God would think that forcing someone into
that type of relationship, without his consent, would be wrong.  No matter
how strongly you disagree, I can't believe he'd create us that way and then
not allow us to follow our hearts, any more than he would give us hunger
and then not allow us to eat."

"Zach, why do you insist that he created you that way?"

"It's because I didn't have a choice in the matter.  I didn't just say I
think I'll be gay and put up with the homophobic attitudes and dodge the
gay-bashers.  Hell, no one would decide to live with that if they had a
choice.  I didn't just wake up one day and say that I think I'll just go
and suck some cock."

"Zechariah, watch your language."

"I'm sorry if it bothers you, but it still doesn't change the facts.  I'm
gay.  I've realized that I've been gay for almost as long as I can
remember, knowing that I've only been attracted to other boys.  I'm sorry
if it offends your sense of morality, but I can't alter that fact."

"Then I can't have you in my home.  I'm sorry, Zach, I won't compromise my
beliefs and allow fornication or fornicators in my home."

"Fine, then I'll leave and take my chances with God on Judgment Day."

I went upstairs, packed my things, and left the house.  It didn't take me
long, as much of it was already packed for the trip to Ryan's.  I stopped
at a pay phone along the way and called Peter.  He said his parents had no
problem with my staying until Thursday, but he hadn't told them what had
happened.  He was hoping that we'd be out of town before they found out, if
they found out.  He told me to remain where I was and he'd have his dad
drive over and get me.  He didn't want me to carry all of my things that
far, for fear that I might injure myself due to the weight and bulkiness of
my belongings.  I thanked him for his concern and told him that I'd see him
shortly.  It wasn't twenty minutes before they pulled up, with Peter
sitting in the front seat next to his dad.

They helped me load my things into the trunk and then I got into the back
seat.  Peter's father asked me why I didn't wait for them at my house and I
told them that I just decided it wouldn't be that hard to walk some of the
way.  He seemed confused by this answer, but accepted it and we drove away.

I shared Peter's room with him until we left on Thursday.  I would take
care of Peter's needs, while his parents were at work, but I wasn't in the
mood for him to return the favor.  Peter didn't push me into anything and
he tried to comfort me in other ways.  He was a good listener and he tried
to distract me by talking about a great many things.  He was more than
consoling and he tried to take care of me until we got to Ryan's.  When we
got off the bus, when we reached the town where Ryan lived, Ryan ran up to
greet us.  I introduced him to Peter and he just turned and stared at me.

"Zach.  What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You can't fool me.  Remember, it's me, Ryan, your best friend, and I know
you inside and out."

I guess he did at that.  "My mom caught me and Peter fooling around and
then my dad threw me out of his house."

"Oh, Zach," he said as he hugged me, "I'm so sorry.  You must feel awful.
Come on, we'll go to my house and we can discuss this in private."  He
realized Peter was there too, so he turned to him.  "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to ignore you.  Come on and we'll show you around."

We all went out and met Ryan's father, who had been waiting in the car, and
we went back to Ryan's place where we could talk this out.  Upon our
arrival, we went up to Rye's room and started to discuss what had happened
before we left.  We told Ryan everything that happened, from the time we
were caught and up to when we arrived here.

"So, you don't think your dad will change his mind?" Ryan asked.

"No way.  You know how he always sticks to his guns."

"Yeah, I remember.  You're welcome to stay here.  My parents wouldn't
mind."

"Thanks.  Peter's parents said the same thing, but I really want to find
some way to get my parents.well, my dad, to change his mind.  I still love
them both and I don't know if I can live with them hating my guts."

"Look, we've got the summer to figure something out," Ryan responded.
"Either way, you'll have somewhere to live and then we can apply to the
same colleges.  That way we'll stay together there, too."

"I'll apply to the same colleges, as well," Peter added.  "I won't leave
you.  You're in this mess because you tried to help me, and I won't abandon
you for any reason.  You don't mind, do you, Ryan?"

"Heck, no.  I think it's great that Zach's got another good friend."

Slowly, things started to get back to normal, at least as normal as they
could be under the circumstances.  I was determined not to let my family
problems destroy my time with Ryan, or interfere with our plans to jointly
help Peter.  Ryan and I started enjoying each other, like we used to do,
and we all went to work on the farm.  Work went pretty much as expected and
we used the noon break to enjoy some mutual masturbation and some oral sex.
After a couple of weeks there, we got a chance to expand our repertoire.

We had been there about two weeks when Ryan's parents left early one
Saturday morning, to visit relatives in a nearby state.  They were going to
be spending the night, as it was quite a lengthy drive, and they would not
return until late afternoon on Sunday.  We would have the house to
ourselves for more than a day.  After waiting an hour after his parents
left, avoiding any sudden return on their part, Ryan made his announcement:
"Let the games begin."

This was our cue that we were going to try our first three-way together.
We got undressed and started off with a little oral action.  Peter lay on
his side and Ryan moved into position to suck him off.  I moved in to take
Ryan into my mouth and then I moved my body over so Peter could blow me.
This meant that our bodies were now in a triangular arrangement.

I always enjoy working on Ryan's boy cock; he was my first and he was my
lover.  I started licking his thighs and testicles, causing the blood to
rush to Rye's gorgeous tool.  I took each of his testicles into my mouth,
running my tongue over and around the nearly hairless pair, humming softly
as I went.  The vibrations from the humming were amplified through those
watery nuggets and it sent waves of pleasure throughout his body.  Before I
advanced to his shaft, I looked over to see my lover working on Peter's
larger weapon.  I gave Ryan the best tongue bath I could offer, licking the
entire length of his member and swirling my tongue over and around the
entire length and circumference.  I worked on his piss slit, Frenching it
with my tongue, and then I swallowed his entire member.  I bobbed on Rye
like a child on a Popsicle, whipping my oral muscle around and constantly
swallowing to increase his pleasure.  As my lip and tongue stroked his
boyhood, I let my right hand knead his scrotum, tugging and tickling his
sperm factories.

Ryan was the first to blow his load, soaking my throat with his hot cum,
and I quickly followed, relinquishing my seed to Peter.  Peter was the last
to climax, probably because Ryan was having trouble handling his larger
tool.  After we had all shot our wads, we finally collapsed in a tangle of
body parts, relishing the afterglow of our first multi-partner orgy.  We
stayed like that for the next several minutes and, eventually, we slowly
moved apart to discuss our next event.

We decided that one of us would get fucked from both ends at once.  I got
the sympathy vote, as the other two were still trying to make me forget
about my home situation, so I got the middle position.  Ryan got to ram me
up the butt, because I just gave him a blowjob, and Peter moved in front.
I decided that, this time, I would give Peter more than just oral sex.  I
thought that he'd been denied the other enjoyments long enough and that
Ryan wouldn't question what I was doing, as long as he was present.  While
Ryan bent behind me and started rimming my little rosebud, I gave Peter a
lip-lock he wouldn't forget for a while, kissing him for all I was worth.

At first Peter backed off, having never done this with either of us before,
but he soon relaxed and let me caress and enter his mouth.  I licked his
lips and slid my tongue between his ruby red portal, exploring and enjoying
every object and sensation that lay within.  Peter started to joust with
me, our tongues battling for supremacy, but I willingly surrendered and let
his muscle enter my mouth.  After letting him work his way around for a
brief time, I started to suck on his tongue, like I would soon do on
another of his muscles.  When we broke our kiss, I worked my way down and
around the surface of his neck, before I moved down to exercise his
quarter-sized pink nipples.  I flicked my tongue over the first, causing it
to become erect almost instantly, and then I sucked on it like a
breast-feeding baby.  When I felt that I had given sufficient attention to
the first nub, I slid across his chest and performed the same ritual on the
left side.  Next, I let my tongue slide down his abdomen until I reached
his navel, and then I cleaned every square inch in and around his little
outie mound.

Peter seemed to enjoy my little tongue exploration, and he sighed and
panted as my journey progressed.  During this time, Rye had worked me
completely over with his tongue and now he let his fingers probe and enter
me as I reached for Peter's rigid pole.  I bathed his entire genitalia with
my saliva, repeating my humming technique on his balls and then I worked my
orifice over and down his rock hard prick. As I rode up and down his stiff
rod, like a chicken pecking corn kernels off the ground, I reached up with
my right hand and tugged and massaged his hairy nut sac.  As I felt myself
nearing orgasm, I slid my right hand from his crotch, into my mouth and
then in between Peter's leg, and up to his anal opening When I reached my
destination, I positioned my digit and added enough pressure to breech the
sphincter's clamp.  Once the entire finger had been inserted, I worked it
around Peter's velvety cavity, brushing against his prostate whenever
possible.

Ryan, who had been ravaging my asshole, had also reached around and gripped
my throbbing penis, stroking it with the same vigor he attacked my butt.
My body was being overpowered by the sensations from three separate regions
of my body and I felt like I might blow my mind.  My mouth was the first to
get its reward, as Peter exploded several volleys down my throat.  My body
gave in next, spasmodically spraying my boy juice all over the room and
coating my body.  My orgasm caused my love tunnel to clamp over Ryan's
pumping boyhood, causing him to submit to the pressure on his dick, and he
erupted load after load deep into my quivering chute.  Once again, we
crumpled onto the floor, weak from our explosive release.

Over the course of that evening and the next day, we changed positions and
explored each other from every possible position.  By the time Ryan's
parents returned home, we were all totally exhausted and satisfied to take
an extended break.  Ryan greeted his mom and dad and we all helped them
unload their car.  Peter and I went up to Ryan's room while Ryan talked to
his parents.  Several minutes later, Ryan entered the room and walked
directly toward me.

"Zach.  When you first came here this summer, my mother sensed that
something was wrong.  She kept questioning me, wanting to know what was the
matter, and I finally told her that you had had a fight with your parents
before you left.  I didn't tell her what it was over or what it was about,
but she knew that you were worried about what it would be like when you
returned.  She just gave me a CD to give to you, it's her favorite singer,
and she says the first song might help you to deal with your feelings.  Why
don't you pop it in my CD player and give it a listen?"

As I walked over to load it up, Ryan signaled Peter and they both quietly
left the room.  I was left to listen, in solitude, to "The Rose" by Bette
Midler.

"Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed
 Some say love, it is a razor that leaves the soul to bleed
 Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
 I say love, it is a flower and you its only seed

 It's a heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
 It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance
 It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give
 And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live

 When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
 And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
 Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
 Lies a seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose."

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