#Author's Note:
I am not worthy of your forgiveness, constant readers, but I will beg for it anyway. I am sorry this has taken so long to come out, and I pray I haven't lost many of you because of my silence. I have, in fact, been gravely ill. While my health has improved considerably, I am staying at my father's winter home in a truly vapid city. It was lonely, but only until I revisited Eli and Dag.

Here's the third installment, and my aim has been to give Eli some character development. Would you like to hear from him again? How do you like how things are going? I worry this is becoming more a drama than an erotic story. I yearn for feedback! As always: agospelpipe@yahoo.com

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Without further ado, then:

Preacher's Son III: Eli's Perspective.

By Alistair Hamish Gospelpipe IV.

"Jesus ever-loving Christ, Eli..."

I took Harry's cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. Damn, he was handsome.

"That good, huh?" I asked.

"You ain't used your teeth this time. Love to see improvements, buddy!"

This was in Resilience, a town that felt like New York City compared to Wolf's Holler. If you know where Baton Rouge or Bon Temps is, you'll be able to find Resilience. I grew up here, and here is where I started messin' around with guys. Okay, one guy. Harry Harcourt, or Harry Hard-on everyone called him because his boners kept showin' up to practice with him. This kid was hard all the time. How?! I didn't get it.

We used to look at each other in the showers. Thought we were both bein' sneaky, but naw. He knew. I knew. I knew that he knew that I knew.

"Wanna go back to mine, Remington? Got something to show ya..." Wink. It was just us in the locker room. We'd taken our time. Somehow, I knew that tonight'd be the night.

"I've seen everythin' you got, Hard-on..." I was playin' it cool.

"Don'tcha want a closer look, though?"

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The Harcourts were rich. Really rich. Harry had kinda hit the adoption lottery when the Harcourts brought him here from Korea. Hiram Harcourt did well at...whatever the fuck he did. Harry couldn't tell ya neither. No-one really cared: Harry got fed, the church got its tithes, the school its donations. Why ask questions?

We were in Harry's room, lyin' on his bed. We'd been at some video games when he tried to knock the controller outta my hand, and, well, we were wrestlin' for it. No-one really won. Actually, we kinda both did because he propped himself up, turned his sexy dark eyes onto me and said

"Let me suck it, Remington."

"Wha--?"

"Don't be an asshole; let me suck your dick. You seem pretty ready...!"

My sweatpants were goin' campin', apparently, `cause we had a tent goin'. Jesus, this was so weird. And, fuck, I'll say it: I was nervous.

"You want it, you take it out."

Harry looked like a kid ready to rip his present open, but whose mama told him to be careful and save the wrapping to use later.

My dick flopped out and hit my stomach. Harry spat in his hand, and wrapped it around my cock. It felt warm and...amazing. But more amazing was when he ran his tongue along the head of my which was throbbin', I tell ya what, literally. I moaned. Pretty loudly, I guess, the moment Harry went all the way down on my hard cock.

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry said. My cock came out of his mouth with a "pop" sound.

"You shut the fuck up," I said—nah, growled. I pushed his head down on my cock and started to fuck his throat.

"This is what you wanted, fuckin' bitch?" I was a different person. Aggressive. Kinda like a werewolf or somethin'. Harry was gaggin', but he gave me a thumbs up when I started to slow down. Okay, then. I kept drivin' my cock down his throat.

"You're gon' take my load." I said. Not a question. A thumbs down from Harry. Whatever. I was stronger than him.

"Oh, fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. Oh, shit. Fuuuuuuuck!" My hips pushed forward and I shot 4 maybe 5 times down Harry's throat.

"Swallow it." I was holdin' him down. "Swallow it. Thattagirl."

Harry was breathin' hard, had tears runnin' down his face.

"What the FUCK, Remington? Your load tastes like sour milk."

"You woke the beast."

"Fuck you, man. That's technically assault, what you did."

Suddenly, I felt like the biggest piece of shit on God's green earth.

"You're right, dude. I am sorry." Harry's a good guy. That was not very cash-money of me.

"Whatever."

"No, man. I shouldn't have done that to you. I should have let you control the...process."

You gotta apologise when you fuck up. It don't make you any less of a man to say sorry.

"Don't be a girl, Remington. You gonna cry now? It's...whatever. Also, it was kinda hot."

I didn't know what to say to that.

"Maybe I am a sub..." Harry said like he was tryin' to solve a math problem.

I didn't know what to say to that either.

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But, yeah, man. That's how it began. Good ol' Harry Hardon who started calling me Rimmington after I ate his pussy like I was at Olive Garden after a long-ass game. These nicknames are so stupid. I fucked him, too. He whimpered and moaned while I was preparin' to spill my nut into his pussy.

"Don't push it out," I had told him. "I am gon' fuck you again."

I don't understand why Harry loved takin' dick so much because I hated it when he tried to fuck me. He didn't even get it all the way in when I pushed him off. It fuckin' hurt. I didn't touch him for a full week after that.

I think it was the sleepovers that gave us away. We were having too many of them, and we weren't exactly quiet. Pretty sure the TV didn't drown us out either. Harry's crusty bedsheets probably played a part. It was fully over when Harry told me not come `round no more because "Daddy said so."

Things weren't great at my place either when my daddy announced that we were movin' and gave me a nasty look. I suppose that tells you why all his sermons are about fags being barbequed in Hell or whatever.

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I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. Fuckin' Dagwood King. Sexy motherfucker. It wasn't his body, though that ass...tiny little muscle butt. Those runner's legs which would look so good on my shoulders: I'd kiss them as I was sticking my cock into him. But, yeah, it wasn't just his body: he was cool. Confident. You could tell he was a little faggy if you looked real close, but he looked like he knew things. I am not doin' a good job talkin' about him. He was smart: that's it! He looked like he was goin' places. Fuckin' Dagwood King, who had me chubbin' up bright and early in the morning at this new high school, was meant for bigger things than this tiny-ass town. But, I was going to keep him awhile.

 

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"And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into Hell."

Dear old dad was on a roll.

"What does Jesus mean when he makes this command? He is telling you to discard those—people, things—that cause you to sin. He is telling us that we will have to SACRIFICE if we are to be his most beloved of followers. SACRIFICE, brethren, sometimes means casting out our sons and daughters should they turn to the devilry of homosexuality."

There we go.

I tried not to make eye contact with Dag, but I could feel how fuckin' stupid he thought this was. I agree, man.

"Cast them OUT, brethren. It may break your heart to do it, but let not their sin infect you, your home. Like an infestation of mice, there is never only one. Allow one homosexual under your roof, and more will follow!"

Turns out my father has a gift of turning everything to why the gays are bad. I just wish he'd talk to me straight up. This sermoning' is so stupid.

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"What the fuck was that sermon?" Dag sounded pissed.

He says this every week, but not angry-like.

We were in the rectory for our weekly sinnin', but somethin' was weird about Dag. Maybe I wasn't gettin' any today.

"Hey, Dagwood! Nice to see you too, buddy!" I'm tryin' to lighten the mood, okay?

"Hi! We can't fuck around anymore."

I took him in my arms, flexin' a little bit for when he'd run his hands over my biceps.

"Oh, baby, I ain't fuckin' around, no sir..." I mumbled into his neck.

"Eli..."

I took his hand and pressed it against my hard cock.

"C'mon..." My voice sounded kinda rough. In a sexy way.

"DO NOT!" He was talking through clenched teeth, pushin' me away.

"What is your problem?"

"You. You are my problem!"

Damn, that really hurt. But, I guess ol' Dagwood P. King is done with me. Maybe he found some other stud to fuck that ass.

Maybe he found Jesus.

"Okay, man," I said, sighin.' "It was fun while it lasted. You ain't gon' have this problem no more."

 

Dag looked like he was about to cry. What the fuck was goin' on?

"You fucking idiot!" He spat. "My daddy knows about us. He wants me to end this. I can't, I like you...r cock too much. I am as obsessed with it as your hungry-bottom daddy is with the gays. That's why you are my problem."

I felt like I was gon' to fall. Like I couldn't balance. Vertigo. That's what this felt like. We were so fucked. Knowin' this town and their preacher, they could burn us at the stake. Or, at least, very seriously think about it.

"Is he gon' tell my daddy?" I asked when I could finally talk again.

"Actually, he was...well, he didn't approve, per se, but he understood. He also told me to end it because this town...this bullshit town."

Okay, so it was over. This kid was just a nut to me, but I felt alone now. We were over.

"Don't look so forlorn, Eli Remington, you'll still get this ass because I have a plan."

"Plan?" See, told ya he was smart.

"I'll tell you after we fuck. Please, I need your cock in me right now. I can't fucking bear it, Eli."

"Slut."

"Only for you, baby."

I turned him around and pushed him against the wall, pressin' my body against his.

"I'm gon' fuck you so good..." I whispered in his ear. "You'll be walkin' funny all week."

"Promises, promises!"

I laughed and pulled his pants down. His ass, rounded, muscular with the juiciest fuckin' pussy inside. I pushed his cheeks apart and watched that pink rosebud wink at me. This fuckin' guy...
I was hungry, though. So, I stuck my tongue into him, lickin' that sweet ass. Openin' him up for what I was gon' give him, and give it to him deep. He was moanin' my name. I was doin' it right, I guess.

Dag's pussy took a lot of abuse from me, but was virgin tight every time. Every time I felt like I was fuckin' him for the first time.

We were on the ground now. Him on his knees and me behind him, eatin' him out. It tasted...I don't know how to describe it, man. It tasted real good. I reached forward and stuck two fingers in front him.

"Lick `em good."

He looked so hungry licking my fingers. It was so hot. It's so hot every fuckin' time.

I stuck both wet fingers into his hole.

"ELI" Screamin'my name, what a slut. "Please..."

His pussy felt hot and tight around my fingers like he was trying to keep me from pulling out.

"Please what?" You're gon' beg for it, Dagwood King.

"Please..." his voice was high-pitched.

"Please, WHAT?" I gripped his neck.

"Fuck me. Fuck me! Please fuck me! I want it so much, Eli..." I'd never heard him sound so desperate. It was hot.

"Only because you said "please..."" I grabbed the lube packet from my suit jacket and got dick all slick.

I got up on my knees, lined my cock against his hole and rubbed it up and down a few times, spillin' pre-cum, makin' him shiver for some reason. And then I stuck it in him.

"GODDAMN..." I roared. The heat of his hole, the way it clamped down on my cock all tight and eager, it was more than a man could take. I'm not most men, though. No, sir. I started rotating my hips like I was Elvis or something.

"So good, so fuckin' good..." Dag wasn't on Earth anymore.

But, hey, neither was I. I pushed forward some more, he moaned like a bitch in heat, and I felt like I was drownin' in him. His pussy seemed to pull me in deeper. Holy fuck.

"Fuckin' hell, this sweet fuckin' hole..."

I put my hands on his hips, and started fuckin' him a bit slowly at first.

"Oh, Eli..."

Damn straight. I picked up speed and Dag got louder.

"It feels so good, it feels so good..."

"I'll...make...it...better...baby," I was hard at work. But I could work harder.

"Oh, Eli...so deep...fuck..." Delirious. That's what my boy was.

But, I was really fuckin' deep. I don't think I'd been this deep inside him before. It was heaven. He started to clench, and movin' back on forth, fuckin' himself on my cock. He was milkin' me and I was groanin'.

"That's right, baby, fuck yourself."

Watching his pussy move up and down my cock...I wish I could make a video to jerk off to later.

He was milkin' me, and I couldn't hold back no more.

"I'm gon' cum! I'm gon'cum! I'm gon' CUM!"

Violently, I thrust into him maybe 5-6 times, putting my babies deep inside him. Just then, Dag's cock shot a load onto the floor. He was shaking as more cum poured out of him, and his ass began to leak my thick white load too. There he was, on all fours, sweaty, cum drippin' out of everywhere. Again, wish I could take a pic or a vid.

Dag, still on all fours, turned around, he was smilin' like that cat that ate the canary.

"Aww," he said. "We just had an ourgasm."

I shook my head, but I was smilin'

"Dagwood, come here."

"Closer."

And when he did, I took his face in my hands and I kissed him. I ran my hands all over his body, still kissin' him hard. This could be the last time we ever met like this. He kissed back just as hard, hands rangin' across my broad back.

Later, we were lyin' together on that gross rectory sofa. Still naked. Dag was little spoon like always.

"It was like I was trying to memorise you." Dag pressed himself against me some more.

"Huh?"

"During that makeout to end all makeouts? I was trying to memorise your body."

I guess that's what I was doin' too.

"So, last time, huh?" Like I was gettin' ready to shake his hand and say "Good game, dude!"

Dag didn't say anything, but I heard him take a deep breath.

"Didn't you...um...have a plan?" I didn't want this to be our last time, okay?

Dagwood turned around to face me. He was smilin', but not in a happy way. Can a smile be...tired? I guess, because Dag was doin' it.

"Eli, I do have a plan, but I don't want to talk about it now."

He kissed me softly. It wasn't a "fuck me" kiss, I mean.

"Just not now."