Date: Mon, 3 Feb 2003 07:05:20 -0500 From: Kevin Grant Subject: The Pastor's Son This story is a work of fiction intended for readers 18 and over, or whatever happens to be the legal age in said readers area. As far as I, the author of this story, knows, none of these people are real, and none of this EVER happened. Please remember that as you read this. I hope you enjoy this story, and if you'd like to contact me about it, please feel free to do so. The Pastor's Son I stared, absolutely fascinated with the taut, sleek body before me. It didn't matter one little bit to me who I was, and what would happen if I was caught in a place like this. That body captivated me, held me in place, and nothing would make me leave. I was a prisoner to that body. I looked up, needing to gaze upon the face of this gorgeous creature...And saw my own eighteen year old son's face. My name is Christopher Jacob Isaacs, and I am the local pastor in a small town out in the middle of nowhere. I had only just moved here three months ago, with my wife, son, and three daughters. All we had to do was move, actually, seeing as the townsfolk provided us with a house, grounds, and help. They may have been a small town, but they were very religious, and thought that the pastor deserved only the very best. There was the house, and two guest houses. One was occupied by the help, and the other my wife and I decided to let our son move into, seeing as he was eighteen. My wife and I had been married for twenty-five years, and had been happy until the last ten of those years. We'd tried praying, counseling, and many other things to try and rekindle the relationship, but nothing seemed to work. And, for about five years or so, my mind had been elsewhere, chiseling away at something that had me bothered. My son had been thirteen, and very handsome and toned for a boy his age, his voice just beginning to deepen noticeably. These things kept entering my mind at all the wrong times, and had caused me to gain an erection. Why was this happening to me, a man married for twenty years at the time, with four healthy children and a beautiful wife? Well, I thought it over, and over, and over. I prayed, and prayed, and prayed. But, I didn't get anywhere, and I definitely didn't get an answer from God Almighty. So, I just dealt with it the best I could, hiding the truth that I was gay from everyone, and it got to the point that I was almost believing it myself. This continued until shortly after we'd moved. Things had been good at the beginning of the move, but then a month ago, it all crumbled. I could no longer lie to myself about who I was, though I knew I had to continue lying to my wife and family. I'd just do what I needed to so I could control myself most of the time, and hide it the rest of the time. I started going out of time on a weekly basis two months ago to chat with people outside of the town, to work on my sermons, but lately I'd find myself going to gay bookstores, porn shops, and even strip clubs. I'd stay out the entire evening, rent a motel room, and masturbate to the images I'd seen that day, whether it had just been a visit to the porn shops, or an actual visit to the strip clubs. After about two weeks of that I knew someday soon I'd need something more, something intimate with another man. So, tonight, I'd gone out with a mission, to go out and find someone, a trick, a prostitute, anyone. I didn't even go out that far from the town. I just went into the neighboring town. And went into the first gay strip club I saw. Right away I saw that body, and sat down as close as I could get, which was actually just a hand's breadth away. I'd sat there for about five minutes, five tense, sexually charged minutes. And I knew they would be the one for me tonight. I didn't know though, I had no clue honestly that it was my own son dancing there before me, keeping me hard, so hard I pressed through the cotton of my slacks. And to tell you the truth, even as I looked up at him with so much shock on my face, I didn't care. I still wanted him, and somehow I would have him. Tonight. My son, who's name is Jakob, looked down at me, and I thought he was going to faint. He made a slight motion with his left hand towards the deejay, and then sauntered off of the stage, into the dressing room. I got up, and went around to the side, and waited, knowing he would come out. He did, five minutes late. He was dressed in just a pair of slacks and a pair of loafers. No shirt, no socks, and probably, by the looks of things, no underwear. I couldn't lose my hard on, not matter how I tried. He turned around, and walked out of the club, hearing his footsteps behind me. I pretended that I was upset, and didn't look at or talk to him as we walked across the street towards the hotel at which I'd rented a room for the evening. We got to the hotel, and walked in. I was on the first floor, so we didn't have too far to go. I used my card to get in, went into the room, and held the door open for him. The second he was in a shut the door, and motioned him towards the bed. He looked at me, but did exactly what I had motioned for him to do. He immediately tried to apologize, but I touched my pointer finger to his lips, quieting him. He looked up at me, and then slowly looked down at my crotch, actually realizing why I had been in the strip club for the first time. He looked up to my face again, and waited patiently for me to make the first move. I leaned down to him, and kissed his full lips, so like my own. He leaned into me, smelling so good. I pressed him onto his back on the bed, and then took his loafers off. He smiled at me, and undid my tie and shirt. I slid them off, and then waited for him to take my shoes, socks, and belt off. He did that, and then undid my slacks and pushed them to the floor. I pulled him up to me, and pulled his slacks off as he slid my underwear down to the floor, our hardened cocks slapping into each other. We kissed again, and then he slowly knelt down to look at my hard cock, inhaling the smell of my crotch. He licked the head of my cock, and then proceeded to slip his tongue down the underside of it. I thought I was going to erupt all over his angelic face, then and there. I gently nudged him over to the bed, and we climbed onto it, settling into a comfortable position of sixty-nine. I leaned into him, inhaled his musky, manly scent, and took his cock, a tad bit thicker and larger than my own, into my mouth. He tilted his head back, and moaned, then proceeded to lick and suck on my balls. After about three minutes of this we switched about a bit, and he beginning rimming my asshole. Quietly, with his strong voice, he told me tonight he wanted to fuck me and be fucked by me. I was in heaven when he told me this. He asked if I had brought some lube, and I pointed to a brown paper bag on the nightstand. He reached over, got the lube, and applied some to my asshole and his middle finger, and then proceeded to finger fuck me so I would be ready for his thick cock. As soon as I felt I was ready, I gently moved away from his finger, and moved my body over so he could take my ass for the first time. He lifted my legs up, and placed them on his shoulders, pressed the knob of his cock against my asshole, and pushed it in, slowly but surely. It was the most delicious feeling I could possibly feel. He then began to fuck me, going faster and faster as I became more comfortable. As we both neared climax he pulled out, and told me to fuck his ass. Obligingly, I got behind him, seeing as he wanted to be done doggy style. I got him lubed up, and applied some lube to my still hard and leaking cock. I pressed myself against his hole, and asked him what he wanted me to do. For an answer, he shoved himself back on to my cock, up to my pubic hair. I had thought being fucked was heaven, but this was a completely different, and completely more delicious feeling. I began to slowly push in and out of him, my darling son. He told me to go faster, and I did, speeding up so that there was a lot of friction. I pounded my son's ass, pounded his ass so hard he came from me fucking him. I felt his asshole tighten, heard him moan out the word father, and then, moving my hand beneath him as fast as I could, felt his hot sperm fill my cupped hand. I brought my hand to my face, and started licking my son's sperm out of my palm. That experience, combined with the feel of his asshole twitching onto my cock, I came. I gushed so much spunk, sperm, jizz into my son that I felt it leaking out onto my pubic hair. It was more than I'd ever dreamed it could be. That was the first night with my son, but not the last. I divorced my wife, and gave her full custody of our daughters, and left that small town with my son, and moved to another small town in the lovely country of Italy, where he and I are lovers, share other lovers together, or just do what we please as we please. I am no longer a pastor, but I can honestly say I wasn't really close to God until that wonderful night with my son in that seedy motel across from the strip club where he worked.