Date: Sun, 31 May 2015 14:14:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Macout Mann Subject: Satan's Work 6 This story involves explicit homosexual sex and Satanism in a Christian community in the Southern United States. Several things to be offended by. So if you are underage or object to reading about such things, be warned. Read no further. If you are reading further, please contact me, let me know how you like the story and make suggestions. All your mail will be answered. macoutmann@yahoo.com. Places in this story are real, but the characters and events are totally fictional. The stories published on nifty.org are made possible by the contributions of readers like you. Please make a donation to keep this service viable. Copyright 2015 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. SATAN'S WORK by Macout Mann Chapter 6 Over the next few weeks it became apparent that Harold had become Timothy's favorite. Hal is Tim's chosen partner for carnal activities at meetings of the lair. At church he surreptitiously arranges to meet Harold at the cave during the week. Once there Harold is allowed to fuck the older boy, not just be the object of the master's lust. Harold and Mose also continued to mess around. Mose still had second thoughts about the propriety of their play, but he can't resist fucking and sucking whenever the opportunity presents itself. And he had come to love the feeling of a breeze on his naked body in the solitude of the mountainside. One Monday afternoon in early August Harold finally mentioned Mose to Timothy. "I have a friend that I think might like to join our group," he said. "Oh? Do I know him?" "Yeah. He's a member of our church, Mose Parrish." "That little bible thumper?" Timothy laughed. "I'll bet he don't even have a dick." "Shit, man, we've been fucking around all summer." "Goddam! You don't say." It's arranged that Harold will bring Most to the cave on Thursday. Having sex would not be a problem. Timothy's task would be to introduce Mose to Satanism. Harold's job would be to present the idea to Mose. He began by addressing the issue that Mose had been pestering him about. "You know, Mose, you've been asking me about what I do on Saturday afternoons. I think it's time I told ya. "A bunch of us get together to fuck around." "No shit?" Mose replied. "Yeah, we sort of play like it's a church service," Harold laughed. "Not funny," Mose said disapprovingly. "Wait 'til you see what we're up to," Harold responded. "'Judge not...'" "Yeah, `Judge not, lest ye be judged,'" "Come on. Let me show you," Harold prodded. They trudged up and across to the mouth of the lair. At the entrance, Harold began to strip. "We both need to get bare assed," he told Mose. "You're weird," Mose chided, "but o.k. I thought we were just going to look, though." "Once inside the cave Mose stopped. "What's that flickering light up there?" he asked. "Oh, I wanted you to meet somebody. I guess he's already here." When Mose saw Timothy he was dumbstruck. After all, Harold was the only guy he had ever seen naked. Timothy was not only older and better developed, but he was the preacher's son! "Hi, Mose." Timothy could just as well have been saying "hello" to someone after church. "Hal said he'd be bringing you. Welcome to Satan's Lair." Mose didn't reply. His gaze was stuck on Timothy's pole, which was massive. Or so it seemed to him. Timothy continued. "Hey, Hal, I need to get off. Give me some head." Harold didn't hesitate. On his knees he gobbled down Timothy, as Mose watched. Timothy carefully observed Mose's reaction. "You aint never seen somebody being sucked, have you?" he asked. "N...nah. I aint." "Turns you on, don't it?" "Uh, huh." "Hal, let your buddy have some of my dick. We don't wanna be selfish." Harold pulled off and licked his lips, as he grinned at his friend. Timothy leered at Mose, and said, "Come on and taste me, Mose. I bet I'm a different flavor than Hal here." Mose wanted to resist, but couldn't. He went down on the older boy, and Harold got behind him and began to finger his ears, massage his pecs, and rub his dick against his friend's neck. "Man, you're good," Timothy moaned. "I can see why Hal brought you up here." "He's a good fuck too," Harold added. Timothy took over and began to fuck Mose's face faster and faster, until he deposited rope after rope of cum into the fourteen-year-old's mouth and throat. "Yeah," Timothy cried. "Satan be praised!" Mose was overwhelmed, and before he can recover, Timothy says, "Now you get Mose off, Hal. He needs to cum too. Then you can have him." Mose had collapsed on the hard cave floor, and when Timothy's lips slid down on his friends hard prick, Mose went into sensory overdrive. "Suck that dick. Hard and fast," Timothy ordered. In only moments Mose deposited his load in Harold's gullet. Then Harold felt Timothy slobbering on his own rod, preparing it for the next act of seduction. "Now fuck him. He can't wait," Timothy told Harold. Harold was as caught up as Mose was. Mose was still on his back. Harold raised Mose's legs and plunged his prong into Mose's anus with a grunt. He begins to pound away. Timothy rubs his now-soft wang over Mose's face, heightening the sexual tension. When Harold explodes in the colon of his friend, both boys are totally exhausted. But Timothy isn't finished. He squated next to Mose, his palms caressing Mose's chest and gut. He whispered, "You fucking liked that didn't you, Mose?" "Oh, yes," Mose panted. "My old man preaches that what we all just did is a sin. You think you're going to hell because you let Hal fuck you, Mose? "I d-don't know." Mose is lost in the moment. "I don't guess I care," he adds. "Lord Satan knows there aint nothing wrong with anything we did," Timothy continues. He begins Mose's indoctrination. Mose agrees to come to Saturday's meeting. As Mose and Harold meander back down the mountain, Mose feels the beginnings of remorse. "I aint no heathen," he proclaimed. "What the hell are you tryin' to get me into?" "Aw, all this Satan stuff is bull shit," Harold answered. "Take it with a grain of salt and enjoy the fun." "Why did he keep calling you `Hal,'" Mose wanted to know. "Oh, he sometimes gives you a different name after your baptism. He's Tim." "Baptism? What the hell?" "Oh shit, man, just relax. Don't get your ass in a tizzy."