The Preacher

When I was ten and my father was in his lay preacher stage of life, I went to him and told him that God had called me to work for the church. He just rolled his eyes and told me to go away. I thought it strange that here I was all pumped up about working for God and daddy acted as thought it meant nothing. Then in the seventh grade I learned about evolution and thought a great deal about what it means in relationship to religion. I came to my decision that it meant there was no God and that religion was a merely creation of men. And from that time on I never set foot in a church for the purpose of worshiping.

But that’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy some of the benefits that some of the local churches provided. I started going to the Providence Baptist Church on Wednesday’s social night with a straight buddy of me. Yes, by highschool I knew I was queer. I keep it secret. But I had come to grips with being queer and wasn’t ashamed of lusting after older men even though I couldn’t tell anyone. Well, my father knew, as he and I would have sex whenever he got drunk enough.

I went to the Providence Baptist Church for the sole purpose of seeing the preacher. Even though my friend Sammy hated to sit on the front row I always forced him to accompany me. There, sitting on the first seat of the right pew, I could stare up into the blue eyes of the old preacher as he spoke before us young people.

The old preacher was a big red boned farmer with short cropped gray hair. His complexion was rosy pink and he had freckles all over his big hairy arms and huge hands. His voice was thunderous deep and he could make your hairs stand on end when he bellowed out one of his fire and brimstone sermons. If I had believed in God, his words of what the damned had in store for them come judgement day would have had me shaking in my sneakers. But his fiery sermons instead of making me repentant always caused me to get a hard on.

I loved his deep masculine voice. His fiery voice made me wanted to stretch out on the floor before him and spread my legs and have him fuck me. I would sit there looking directly into his ice blue eyes and fantasize about him fucking me like I was his wife. And the longer he preached the harder my dick would get until I would be squirming in my seat I was so close to cuming.

Then one Wednesday when I came to the social alone, by walking the four miles to church, Preacher Johnson walked up to me as everyone was leaving after the social. “Where’s Sammy?” He asked. “I always see you with him.”

“He’s down visiting some relatives in Florida, Preacher Johnson.” I responded with a quiver in my voice. I couldn’t actually remember the old preacher ever coming up and talking to me. Sure he would stand at door and nod his head at me like he did the other kids when they were leaving, but he had never struck up a real conversation with me.

“So who did you ride with?” He asked.

I sort of hung my head. Here I was a senior and didn’t even have my driver license. I was too nervous to go for the driving test. Just the thought of getting in the car with a police offer made me break out in sweats. Sometime when he was drunk, daddy would let me drive over to the theater in Graceville, FL. But tonight he was sober and hadn’t let me borrow the truck. “I walked over.” I finally admitted.

The big boned old preached reached out one of his huge hands and laid it on my shoulders. Well, a tingle raced through my body that had nothing to do with God and getting blessed. My young dick sprang an instant hard on at the touch of his big freckled hand on my shoulder.

“Why, Son. That is real devolution to God. I love preaching when you are sitting before me and looking up at me with such devolution. It really inspires me.” The old preached said in a thunderclap voice. “I’ll drive you home.” He said.

“That’s . . . that’s OK. I can walk. Four miles is nothing for me. I used to run track.” I told him. “I ran the mile.” I added nervously as I could feel my jean bulging out in the crotch as my big young dick started throbbing from the nearness and the touch of the old preacher’s hand on my shoulder.

“Pete, I insist. Come along.” He added changing his grip from my shoulder to the back of my neck. I could feel his tremendous strength as he sort of pushed me along toward his black Buick. “Why haven’t you joined the church?” The old preacher asked once we were inside his car.

“I . . . my father won’t let me.” I lied.

“I hear he used to preach some.” The old preacher said as he turned in his seat to face me instead of starting the car. “But now he’s gone to the devil with his drinking and whoring around.”

“Yes, Sir. He drinks.” I confessed.

“Do you drink, Pete?” The old preacher asked.

“Well, sometimes. You know. I’‘ll drink a beer.” I said, hanging my head down.

“That’s all right, but I can see that you’re are trying to take a different path then your father.” The old preach said as he reached over and place his huge right hand on my leg. “I can see that you are a boy trying to open his heart to Jesus.” He squeezed my leg. This caused my dick to jerk violently against the crotch of my jeans.

“Well, something I think I’m not doing such a good job.” I said and hoped that was what the old preacher wanted to hear. “I need a little help, Preacher, or I’m afraid I will turn out like my daddy.” I added and was rewarded by a strong squeeze on the leg by the preacher.

“Then, maybe we should pray together.” The old preacher said in an almost soft voice. “Would you like to come back in the church and pray with me, Pete?”

“Yes, Sir.” I said as I looked him in his blue eyes and almost came in my jeans. I wanted to stay with the old preacher as long as possible and if it meant faking a littler pray, well that didn’t mean anything to me.

“Then let’s go back inside and ask God to help you overcome the burden of your family.” The old preacher said and turned and opened his door. I did the same. And when he came around the car he grabbed me hind the neck like before and guided me back inside the church. He didn’t let go of me until we were at the altar. Then he put some pressure on my shoulders and almost forced me down on my knees before the altar as he too knelt.

“You want to repent your sins to God, Son?” The old preacher said.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered but then fell silent. I didn’t know what to say. I had never before done any repenting.

“Go ahead, Son.” The old preacher urged me. “Tell God your sins.”

The words just came out.

“I’m a homosexual!” I said in a sudden loud voice.

The old preacher turned to look at me. His eyes were wide in disbelief. He remained silent for a long moment. Then in the softest voice I had ever heard the old man use, he asked. “You ever had sex with another man?”

“Yes, Sir.” I admitted. My dick was so fat and hard I thought it was going to explode. Telling the old preacher about me being a queer excited me more than most sex.

“Yea?” The old man said as stared at me.

“Yes, Sir.”

“What kind of sex?” The old preacher inquired in an almost quivering voice.

“I sucked the dick of and old man that used to work for my father.” I admitted thinking of Walt and how much I used to love sucking his dick when he would get drunk.

“Did he force you, Son? Surely he forced you.” The old preacher said.

“No sire. He didn’t like to be sucked except when he was drunk. Then I would start rubbing the crotch of his pants until he would get so horny he would let me take his dick out and suck it.” I confessed. Then after saying that I turned and hugged the old preacher. “I’m a sinner, Preacher.” I added as I pressed my face against his broad shoulders. I smelled his manly body and almost went crazy with lust as I squeezed my arms around the old preacher as I embraced him.

Then the old preacher surprised me. He hugged me back. Damn, it felt wonderful to feel his powerful arms around me. I quickly wished that I was his wife and he would hug me like that every day. “We are all sinners, Son.” The old preacher whispered into my ear. “I have sinning thoughts sometimes too.” He added.

Being that we were face to face hugging each other, the old preacher’s crotch was only inches from away. So I let my right drop from his shoulder and made as though I was drying my eyes, then I just let it dangle down between our crotches.

“I have sinning thoughts.” The old preacher repeated as he hugged me harder.

Then I let my hand swing out slight and touch him squarely in the crotch of his gray slacks. I felt soft flesh beneath the fabric of his slack. When the old preacher didn’t break our embrace immediately, I pushed the back of my hand into the soft flesh I felt in his crotch. The preacher might be a big boned man, but he didn’t have a big dick or big balls. The soft flesh my hand had encountered was not massive.

“God, I have sinning thoughts!” The old preacher said in a voice like a thunderclap. “Help me God. Take these thought from my mind.” The old preacher suddenly yelled as I turned my hand around and began to massage his dick and balls through the fabric of his slacks. “Deliver me from these sinning thought. Cast out these thoughts, God.” The old preacher cried out as I grabbed the tab of his zipper.

“God! Where are you when I need you? Deliver me from Satan!” The old preacher said as he broke our embrace but didn’t attempt to stop me from unzipping his pants. And as I unzipped the old preacher’s slacks, I unzipped my jeans. I fished my finger inside his slacks, past his jockey shorts and touched his dick.

“God! Help your servant! Help him withstand this evil that is upon him.” The old preacher shouted as I pulled his small pale uncut dick out of his pants. I reached back inside and forced his balls out. His pubic hair was bright red and his foreskin hung almost two inches over his dick head. “Please, God! Have mercy on me.” The old preacher thundered as he glanced down to watch me pull my huge long thick dick out of my jeans. “Lord! Have mercy.” He moaned as I took hold of one of his hands hand guided it to my long thick dick.

“Mercy, Lord!” The old preacher yelled as he squeezed my dick in his huge hand as I started jacking his little hard dick.

“I’m a sinner, Jesus!” The old preacher shouted as I pulled away from him and almost lay on the floor so that I could get my mouth to his dick. “Jesus! Son of God!” The old preacher shouted as I took his dick in my mouth.

Then he started shaking and bouncing up and down on his knees like I had seen people in church do when the Holly Ghost entered them. The old preacher kept shouting “Jesus! Jesus!”over and over again as he did his holly jerking while I suck his dick with all the skill I had learned during my short life as a cocksucker.

Suddenly the old preacher was cuming in my mouth! He flooded my mouth with cum as his entire body jerked and trembled. I swallowed his load. More cum gushed out. I kept swallowing until the old preacher collapsed backwards onto the floor of the church. And he didn’t make any effort to get up. In fact he started crying as he mumbled over and over again. “I’m as sinner. God, I’m a sinner.”

Thinking that now was to time to get my ass out of there. I stood up and forced my still hard dick back into my jeans. “I’ll walk home, Preacher Johnson.” I said and almost ran from the church. I paused at the door and could still hear him crying and calling out to God.