Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 22:41:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Jonathan Luke Subject: Shady River (Shady River Baptism -- Chapter 1) All the standard fanfare regarding this story applies. Play it safe in real life, and only with those that are consensual. Copyright, 2013. This is my story and no one has a right to reproduce it, link it to other sites, or use it without my permission. It is also fiction. Contact me at InadequateTheater@yahoo.com Help a poor writer out by checking out my Author's Page at: www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_422 ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Shady River Baptism Chapter 1 by InadequateTheater Wyatt inhaled deeply as the scent from Jeffrey Combs danced up his nostrils, filling his lungs with the rich smell of his pubes. The youth pastor sighed as the teen bobbed his mouth up and down over the head of the older man's cock, using the tip of his tongue to tease the piss slit where precum oozed out. Using one hand to grip Jeffrey's tight calf, balancing himself, Wyatt grasped the base of his youth pastor's long cock with his thumb and forefinger. Jeffrey smiled, though Wyatt was too engrossed to notice, and grasped the boy tightly by the back of the head. Wyatt let out a satisfied moan as he felt the man's firm grip push him forward. Jeffrey's cock slid down Wyatt's throat smoothly for the first couple of inches. Before Wyatt could finish off the last seventh inch, though, he felt his gag reflex kick in. Jeffrey hesitated a moment, keeping his grip on the back of Wyatt's head, and waited for the young boy's throat to adjust. Wyatt breathed through his nose in the meantime, inhaling Jeffrey's scent as he forced his throat muscles to relax. Finally, the muscles unclenched enough to allow the last precious inch of Jeffrey's cock to slide down. Both let out a low groan. In Wyatt's case, the sound vibrated off Jeffrey's cock, causing the young man in his twenties to gasp. Wyatt shifted in the grass, holding himself steady the whole time so that Jeffrey's dick didn't slide out of his mouth even a millimeter. Only after he had repositioned himself did Wyatt draw back slightly. As the cock slid out past his lips, Wyatt drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with much needed oxygen. Wyatt rolled his eyes upward, leaning back further so he could connect with Jeffrey, who scratched the back of his head. Their eyes met, and Wyatt tried to smile around the cock still stuck firmly in his mouth. Jeffrey grinned down at Wyatt, his expression a mixture of playful coyness and dark desire. The sound of a hymn being played on a busted old organ drifted through the walls of the church behind them. Both males turned their attention toward it briefly before looking back at one another. "We need to hurry," Jeffrey said, releasing Wyatt from his grip. "I'm supposed to be inside." Wyatt allowed Jeffrey's dick to fall out of his mouth long enough to reply. "So am I," he reminded, moving his hand up and down over Jeffrey's cock, which was now slick with Wyatt's saliva. "The reverend will be angrier with me than he will be you." Jeffrey seemed to think this over for a moment as Wyatt continued to stroke his slender cock, pushing the foreskin up over the head and back again. "That's very distracting, you know." Wyatt grinned cheekily, then placed the head of Jeffrey's cock back into his mouth. The tip of his tongue ran over the piss slit once again, teasing it like a kitten with a freshly-caught mouse. Jeffrey grimaced, then quickly growled as Wyatt sucked down the whole of his cock in one gulp. Wyatt fought back tears, determined to hold his youth pastor's cock hostage. With his tongue, the teen ran the tip along the underside while his throat muscles milked the cum out of Jeffrey's balls. Jeffrey tried to hold back, but the reverend's son was bound and determined to have his prize. Jeffrey's vision swam, his knees buckled, and a roar escaped his throat before he could stop it as the cum rushed up his pipe. Jeffrey seized Wyatt by the hair again and forced him down what little length there was left. Wyatt gagged and gasped for breath, but held on as cum poured down his throat. When his balls were empty, Jeffrey released the young man. Wyatt wasn't prepared and fell backward onto the ass of his Sunday pants. A trickle of cum ran down the side of his mouth. Jeffrey spotted it as he reached down to hike his pants up. "You wanna wipe that off," he advised, pointing, "before you head indoors. I think the reverend's son strolling into services late with cum on his face would set several old tongues to wagging." Wyatt smirked defiantly, but brushed the cum away with the back of his hand. "Who said I was going in?" he asked tauntingly, not bothering to get up off the ground. "I'm already late. Why bother going inside when I can sleep through the sermon in the parking lot?" Jeffrey's eyes narrowed. "You miss church and your daddy's gonna tan your hide," he warned, pulling his pants all the way up. Wyatt stayed silent, preferring to watch as the youth pastor's cock disappeared from side. "Stepdad," he corrected once Jeffrey was semi-decent. "And he barely acknowledges I'm alive. You have to do that before you tan anybody's hide." Jeffrey considered this, but didn't stop straightening his clothes. "I shouldn't have done this," he said in a decided tone. "Not right before sermon, anyway. Now the reverend will be asking where I was." "Tell him you were helping me with something in the gym," Wyatt suggested as he got up off the ground. "I volunteered to help move the tables around in the back area, but it was a two-man job, and you offered to lend me a hand. We lost track of time." Jeffrey cocked an eye at the ease in which the lie flowed off Wyatt's tongue. "You are terrible," Jeffrey scolded, though he was grinning from ear to ear the whole time. "What would your momma say if she heard you tellin' a fib like that?" Wyatt shrugged. "I'm a preacher's kid," he reminded. "We're either perfect little angels or demons from hell. Might as well live up to somebody's expectations." Jeffrey shook his head and motioned for Wyatt to follow. Wyatt trailed along behind the youth pastor obediently, dusting the seat and legs of his pants off along the way. When they reached the side door entrance to the sanctuary, however, Wyatt continued walking on. Jeffrey froze for a moment, watching Wyatt slip off down the narrow corridor formed by the gym and church wall, considering for a moment. When Wyatt didn't slow his pace, the youth pastor gave up and entered the building. The youth group were seated in their usual place, inside the wing across from the pulpit. Several of the teenagers gave Jeffrey an odd sort of look as he closed the door behind him, but said nothing. Jeffrey smiled, hoping he looked unassuming, then slipped along past the choir up to his chair next to the reverend by the baptistry. Reverend Parks gave Jeffrey a look as he settled into his seat. "Sorry," he apologized under the noise of the hymnal being sung. "Lost track of time. I was in the gym helping Wyatt with something." The reverend's eyes didn't move for a second. Jeffrey worried that he would be found out in what was surely record time, but then the reverend nodded and looked away toward the congregation. Relieved, Jeffrey settled back and waited for the hymnal to end, thankful the reverend had swallowed such a story. His cock was still mostly erect despite Wyatt having swallowed his whole load. He hoped the reverend's stepson would be free after church services. By then, Jeffrey figured he would have recovered well enough for some fun in the church men's room. Just thinking about it caused his dick to stretch against the denim of his suit pants. Jeffrey swallowed and tried to adjust without looking too conspicuous. It was going to be a very long sermon by the feel of things. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Wyatt rounded the corner out of the dank corridor and back out into the thick humid air. It was a typical Alabama summer day despite June being a couple of weeks off still. The air was dense enough to swim in almost as Wyatt trudged down the steep hill that led to the cemetery. Already, Wyatt could smell the stench of cigarette smoke. Following it, he wandered down along the row of chain link fence separating the living from the row after row of gravestones. Wyatt smiled as he followed the path down between the fence and the tree line. Cemeteries had always made him feel calm and appreciative of life. It was morbid, perhaps, but he liked to be reminded from time to time that it was important to live. The taste of Jeffrey Combs's semen was still on his tongue as he swung around through the open gate into the graveyard. Up ahead was the source of the cigarette smoke. Wyatt spotted John huffing on a cancer stick alongside Tyler, Jamie, and Skeeter. The four boys made up the ruling pack of their church's youth group. Since Wyatt was of the same age group, adults categorically lumped him with them. Wyatt was the reverend's stepson, however. The four youths therefore excluded him from whatever they were doing whenever possible. Wyatt had gotten used to this long ago, but a boldness had seeped into him along with the babymakers from Jeffrey Combs's nuts. Skeeter was the one to notice Wyatt first. In reality, Skeeter was named Adam, but everyone called him Skeeter instead. Wyatt didn't know where the moniker had started, but Skeeter seemed to prefer the nickname over 'Adam', and Wyatt wasn't about to call him anything else to the boy's face. Skeeter smacked Jamie's arm the moment Wyatt was within eyesight. Wyatt watched as Jamie tapped John on the shoulder next, who let out a puff of smoke before looking to see what Jamie was pointing to. John was often the ringleader of the boy pack with Tyler serving a second-in-command. Skeeter often talked the biggest talk among the boys, but at the end of the day, it was John who had the brains and the fortitude to hold everyone together. That was how Wyatt had observed it at least. John's face became a sneering mask as Wyatt closed in on them. "Lookee what we got here, fellas," he said, before taking a long drag on the cigarette pinched between his fingers. "Preacher's boy showed up," said Tyler, chiming in. "Looks like the party's over." Wyatt said nothing, having gotten used to the treatment. None of the boys moved, or even bothered looking worried. Wyatt carried the reputation by default, but it was rare that he squealed on anyone. "We ditched yer daddy's sermon," Skeeter said, blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth. "Combs is gonna be pissed with us." "He was late for the sermon himself," Wyatt said, getting all four boys's attentions with the statement. John's eyebrow raised slightly in disbelief. "What for?" he asked, curious. "And how the hell'd you know?" "Whacha doing out here anyway?" Tyler added, asking the question that was clearly on all four of their minds. Wyatt shrugged, as though his ditching were nothing to be concerned about. "He got caught up in something," he answered. "I saw him going into the sanctuary through the side entrance as I was coming down the hill. I decided to ditch too." All four of their faces grew more impressed with each answer Wyatt gave. "Nice," John said in approval when Wyatt finished. "How come you ditched, though?" "I'll nap when I get home," Wyatt quipped bravely. "I'd rather sleep there than on a pew listening to the Rev bore everybody anyway." John laughed, which was echoed by the other three one after the other. "Good one," he praised, giving Wyatt a nod. "Wanna hang with us?" In answer, Wyatt walked over to the nest of tombstones where the four boys had gathered around. Several cigarette butts were scattered about already. Wyatt mulled over them as Jamie and Tyler made room for him between their hard young bodies. "How're things goin' in that swanky choir boy school of yours?" Skeeter asked derisively after Wyatt had settled in. Wyatt didn't answer. "Mind if I bum a smoke?" he asked instead, causing Skeeter's jaw to drop. "The fuck?" Skeeter's voice echoed over several gravestones. "Since when do you smoke, preacher boy?" "Fuck you, Skeet!" John's voice caused Skeeter to flinch slightly, and he took a step back in humbled silence. "If the man wants a fucking smoke, he can have one. Jamie, you got yer lighter on you?" In response, Jamie flipped out his lighter along with a packet of cigarettes. Wyatt accepted one from Jamie with a gracious nod before holding it out so Jamie could light the tip. "Good?" John asked as Wyatt took in a long drag. "Yeah," breathed out Wyatt, before the smoke poured out of one nostril. A thick silence settled down quickly over the group. Skeeter kept a close eye on Wyatt the whole time, as though waiting for something interesting to happen. The skepticism on his face was evident, but Wyatt said nothing to aggravate the tall, rough-looking young redhead. The others were watching him as well, albeit with far more subtlety. Jamie cast a quick glance Wyatt's way every minute or two. Tyler would dart his eyes at Wyatt constantly, never letting his gaze linger for more than a second. John opened stared, though with far less intensity than Skeeter, and more in Wyatt's general direction. Once Wyatt had finished his cigarette, smoking the stick down to a nub, he flicked it to the ground. "See ya round," he said, stomping the butt out with the heel of his shoe. All four boys watched Wyatt walk deep into the tombstone ladled cemetery, keeping out of range of the church windows in case anyone spotted him. "What the hell was that all about?" Tyler wondered softly. "Fuck if I know," Skeeter replied, flicking his own cigarette away without snuffing it out. "What you know couldn't fill a bucket," John snapped derisively. "Come on. Let's get outta here. I gotta take me a man-sized piss." "There's the woods," said Skeeter, pointing and laughing. "You can always piss in there." John ignored him and kept walking. "You gonna risk gettin' caught?" Jamie asked, speaking for the first time in several minutes. "I'll use the gym," John said. "Nobody's ever in there 'round this time." "I'll go with you." Tyler pushed himself off the tombstone he'd been using as a support and followed after. "I gotta piss myself." Skeeter watched as the two boys walked back down the narrow path toward the gate entrance. As they neared it, Tyler jogged until he was moving alongside John. Skeeter kept his eyes pinned on both until they were out of his sight. "What about you?" he asked Jamie, turning back toward him. Jamie shrugged, not speaking again, and drew a deep drag from his cancer stick. "Fuck it," Skeeter said disdainfully. "I'll piss right here." Jamie kept his eyes turned away, not looking. It was only when he heard the stream of yellow urine striking the grass that he risked sneaking a peek at Skeeter's cock. The tube of flesh looked long, the same way Skeeter's body was long. Skeeter wasn't erect, but it looked like his cock would make for a mouthful once hard. The sight of it made Jamie's mouth water. "I gotta piss too," he said, putting his cigarette out. "Make room for me." "Why?" Skeeter asked mockingly, still pissing. "It's a big cemetery. You gotta mark the same spot of ground as me or something?" Jamie didn't answer. Skeeter moved off to the side slightly to make room for him when he approached, however. Skeeter was already forming quite a puddle when Jamie fished his own cock out and wet thre ground with his stream. Skeeter was done pissing before Jamie was half-finished. The redhead left his cock hanging there in the hot summer air so that Jamie could get a good look at it. "Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Skeeter, still not putting his dick away. "It does," Jamie agreed. Jamie's piss trickled to a stop. Both boys looked into each others eyes for a moment, not moving. "Now what?" Jamie asked, standing perfectly still. Skeeter waited a moment, then snorted. "Don't be a fag," he jeered, stuffing his now half-hardened cock away into the fly of his pants. "Sorry," said Jamie quietly as he did the same. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ "Seriously?" John waved for Tyler to lower his voice as they approached the rear gym entrance through the narrow dank corridor. "Yeah," he replied, once Tyler's voice stopped echoing. "Right there in the locker room. What made it even better was her banging on my bedroom door less than a week later asking for seconds." Tyler snorted. "You are a dawg," he praised, thumping John heroically on the back. "Wait, was that the same night of his birthday. I remember Jeremy saying that she stood him up because of some family shit." John snickered, but didn't answer immediately. Placing a hand on the doorknob, John turned it carefully, then peeked his head through the crack to look around. "All clear," he whispered back at Tyler, who followed after John through the slightly opened door. The restrooms were located just to the left of the gym's rear entrance, down a small hallway. The men's room was on the right near the end. John held the door open for Tyler, who slipped in after making sure no one had seem them. "There wasn't any emergency," John said after closing the door and locking it. "She made that story up so she could come and see me." John strolled past a grinning Tyler into the first stall. The stalls in the gym restroom were separated by small dividers that didn't quite come up to his and Tyler's shoulders. The designers had apparently ordered the wrong kind and didn't feel like waiting around for new ones. That, or they'd had a kinky fetish for watching other men piss and thought the church community should share in them. John's gaze drifted toward the second stall as Tyler stepped into it. John heard Tyler undo his fly and felt his cock stir in response. Not wanting to piss with a hardon, and feeling more than a bit shy, he focused on keeping his dick flaccid by imagining Skeeter's hairy ass from the football locker room. Next to him, he could now hear Tyler's piss stream hitting the porcelain toilet. "I wish you'd told me," Tyler said, starling John as his own piss stream flowed. "Huh?" John asked, a little alarmed. Tyler glanced his way. "About Macy," he clarified. "She's got some amazing titties. I've wanted to get me a handful of them since ninth grade." John shrugged, focusing on his cock so that he didn't splash outside the rim of the toilet. "They were alright," he said, keeping his eyes down so they didn't drift. "I was expecting more out of 'em, to tell ya the truth." "For real?" Tyler sounded surprised. "What was wrong with them?" John shrugged again. "Nothing, really," he replied as his piss stream tapered off. "They weren't bad. I guess I just expected them to be firmer or somethin'. They kinda flopped around when she rode on top of me. When we were in the locker room, I was givin' it to her doggie style, so it wasn't noticeable." Tyler was silent. John stood in the stall despite having finished pissing. Slowly, he raised his head up and looked over at Tyler. Tyler had finished his piss as well, and was moving his arm back and forth slowly. There was no doubt in John's mind what Tyler was doing. "Was she tight?" Their eyes locked as Tyler spoke. "Her pussy, I mean," Tyler clarified. "Was she loose when you fucked her?" It took a second for John's head to clear. "She was tight enough," he said. "Not as tight as the Higgins girl I did last year. Higgins was a virgin, though, so I'm guessin' that had something to do with it." Tyler was still moving his arm. Much to John's surprise, he felt his cock stirring. Slowly, as if in a trance, he reached down and touched the head of his own cock. John felt his cock flare and jump as though struck by electricity. "Tell me more," Tyler said quietly, almost a whisper, still moving his arm. John kept his eyes locked on Tyler. His throat was dry and there was a buzzing in his ears, almost like a warning, but John didn't care. "The second time was better than the first," he said, rubbing the upper side of his cock with the callous on his thumb. The scratching felt good against his sensitive skin. "Even with the floppy tits?" Tyler asked, grinning. "Yeah," said John, nodding. "Even with her big floppy tits, it was better. I liked having her on top of me. The first time, we were in too much of a hurry. She started it, but we were both worried coach might catch us fucking, so there wasn't time to really enjoy it." Tyler swallowed hard, his arm now jerking back and forth in a rapid rhythm. "What was it like?" Tyler pressed, his breath coming out more ragging now. "With her on top. I've always wondered what that would feel like." "Good," said John. "Real fuckin' good, in fact. She was the first girl to fuck me that way. I'd never had it before. Not like that, I mean." John hesitated, his own strokes slowing down as he watched Tyler furiously jerk himself off in the next stall. The stall wall was nearly low enough to let him see what was going on. John raised his head slightly, hoping that would give him a better few, then froze. Tyler was watching him closely, and would certainly guess what he was trying to do. To John's total surprise, Tyler shifted his feet slightly. It might have been by accident, but Tyler had moved off to the right away from John. John now had a slightly better view of Tyler's lower half. It was still not enough to let him see Tyler's cock and balls, though. John struggled to peek over the side of the stall barrier without being too conspicuous about it. When that didn't work, he fell back onto the balls of his feet in frustration. John faced the wall in front of him, feeling humiliated and confused. He'd just tried to watch his best friend jerk off in the next stall while Tyler watched. Tyler would be telling the whole county what happened come Monday morning. That was what he thought, until a pair of sneakers squeaked over the tile floor behind him. Hearing them, John turned, shaken out of his morose thoughts, to find Tyler behind him at the mouth of the stall. Tyler's pants were still undone, his cock hanging out over a pair of impressive-looking balls. John had seen Tyler naked before. They both played football, so it was inevitable. Now, though, he was staring down at Tyler's thick, hard cock, unable to look away. Tyler stepped forward, startling John enough that he tried to step back. There was nowhere inside the bathroom stall for him to go, however. Tyler had him completely cornered. "Amazing?" John blinked. "What?" "How it felt?" Tyler pressed, moving forward the half-step needed to come face to face with John. "Did it feel amazing?" John blinked, then looked into Tyler's face, which was a complete mask. Something shined in Tyler's eyes, though, and it made John shiver. "Yeah," he breathed out unevenly. "It was..." Tyler's hand hovered in the air a foot or two above John's cock, which swelled as if waiting for something. John let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, wondering why he didn't just leave, and standing as though waiting for something. His mind reeled as he waited, hoping nothing would happen, and practically willing something to happen with his mind. John wasn't sure what he was waiting for. He knew exactly what he wanted. He couldn't bare to think it. Tyler's hand moved, and John almost screamed. Tyler flinched at the expression on John's face, terrified at first. John kept Tyler from moving his hand away by grabbing hold of Tyler's wrist. Tyler froze under John's grip. John looked into Tyler's eyes, saying nothing, and letting his eyes say everything. Slowly, John let go of Tyler. The two boys stood there facing each other, waiting. Then Tyler made his move. John's cock pulsated in Tyler's hand as he wrapped his fingers around it in a tight grip. John sighed, enjoying the touch of Tyler's hand, but frowned upon realizing how dry it was. Leaning forward slightly, John let a dribble of spit fall out of his mouth onto the place where Tyler's hand wasn't covering up. Tyler smiled in appreciation, then began moving his hand back and forth, stroking John off. John sighed again, savoring the feel of his best friend touching him. "Amazing," Tyler whispered softly, the words like a caress to John's ear. "This feels amazing." John gave him a surprised look. "Really?" he asked. Tyler nodded, grinning. "Yeah," he said, keeping his voice feather-light. "It does. Wanna try it out on me?" John stared back down, this time at Tyler's cock, which was dripping precum an inch or two away from his own dick. Hesitantly, John reached forward with a shaky hand to grip Tyler. "What now?" John asked, after swallowing the lump in his throat. "Just do what you would do to yourself," Tyler answered, his own breath coming slightly ragged now that John was holding him in one hand. "You know how to use a dick. It's not like it's complicated or anything." John smiled and began stroking Tyler's cock, stopping only to lick his palm so it would be slick. Tyler did the same, using spit to slick John up. The two gazed into each other's eyes as they moved one another's cock back and forth in unison. Both boys were breathing like sprinters now. "You close?" Tyler asked abruptly. John blinked, then nodded at Tyler's question. "Yeah," he said. "I'm getting' there. You?" Tyler thrust his hips forward slightly, fist-fucking into John's hand. "This feels so amazing," John gasped, fucking his cock into Tyler's hand as well. "So fucking sweet." "I know," Tyler grunted as he felt his orgasm build up. "We should've done this before." John didn't answer. He felt his sixteen-year old balls draw up. Cum boiled up from them, rushing like a geyser through his dick and out the piss slit. "Fuck!" he cried out, heedless of who might overhear them. "Cum on my dick," Tyler cried out, startling John. "What?" he asked, as the second rope built inside of him. "Cum on my dick," Tyler repeated, utterly serious. "I saw it done on an internet movie once. Cum on my dick and lube me up!" John waited to see if Tyler would change his mind. He didn't have more than a half-second to decide, though. The rest of his load was already pushing forward. John turned roughly so that the head of his cock was pointed at Tyler's. The second rope burst out of him, splattering the mat of hair above Tyler's cock and sticking there. John breathed deeply and took aim again, this time landing the third load on Tyler's erection. John blew two more ropes, each one spraying Tyler's dick. John's hand never stopped moving the whole time, spreading his seed back and forth over Tyler's dick, coating it. Tyler's knees bucked as John spread his load. "I'm cumming," he hissed out, looking up slightly into John's eyes. "I'm cumming. I'm going to cum so bad. Fuck, buddy. You're doing it so good! I...." Whatever Tyler was going to add got cut off. Three solid ropes of teen cream exploded out from the head of Tyler's dick like an automatic rifle. John didn't move in time, and found himself wearing all three loads on the front of his shirt. "Shit!" Tyler gasped, and grabbed on to the front of John's shirt for support, smearing the cum stain in the process. John blinked, feeling the room buck and turn around him. "The fuck just happened?" he wondered, as though waking up from a dream. "The fuck did you and I just do?" Tyler straightened up slowly, pulling his sticky hand off John's shirt. Tyler had put his hand where one of his cumshots had landed, smearing it into the fabric further. "That was amazing," Tyler gasped, grinning at John. "I've never felt anything like that before." John blinked again, feeling a rush of feel pour over him like a tidal wave. Taking several deep breaths, each of which held the scent and taste of Tyler and his cum mingled in the air, John shoved his way past Tyler for the bathroom sink. Quickly, he washed both hands in soap, then did his best to splash water on his shirt so the cum stains didn't look so conspicuous. "See you 'round," John muttered at Tyler as he raced for the door. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Nifty could use your support! So donate at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Again, feel free to help a poor writer out by buying a book from my Author's Page at: www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_422