Preacher Part Two

All the way home from Providence Church, I savored my experience with the old preacher. I swear by the time I jogged into the drive way of our farmhouse, I was as horny as I had ever been in my life. As I slowed down to catch my breath, I noticed that mama’s white Dodge Dart was gone. Parked in her usual spot was a red Chevy pickup that I hadn’t seen before. I knew that if mama’s car was not home at this time of night then daddy must be drunk. She always fled to Uncle Johnny’s when daddy started drinking as he often turned violent.

I was glad to know that daddy was drinking. I was horny and there might be a possibility of having sex with him. But the pickup truck might be a hitch in my plans. After I paused long enough so that I was breathing normally, I opened the kitchen door.

“Hi.” I said as I looked over at the solid oak kitchen table. Daddy was sitting facing the door but the strange had his back to me. Even so I could tell he was much older than daddy. His heads was completely bald and the back of his neck weathered so much that I know that he too must be a farmer.

“Did it do any good going to church?” Daddy asked as he lifted the Budweiser. He took a drink. “Come here and meet Mr. Meers.” Daddy added after he took a big swallow of his beer.

“Yes, Sir.” I said as I walked over to the kitchen table. The old man sitting with daddy turned toward me as I approached. He was ugly! There’s no other way to describe the old man. He had a huge nose and thick lips that didn’t quite match his small dark eyes. And ears like Dumbo. But worst of all he had a gray full beard, as I didn’t like facial.

“Hello, Son.” The old man said. He smiled and suddenly he didn’t seem so ugly.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Meers.” I answered quickly.

“Call me Tom, Son. Your daddy’s been telling me all about you.” He added.

“Yea, I told him I have a fucking queer son.” Daddy said wiping beer off his lips with the back of his shirt sleeve. “Says he has a nephew that’s queer too. So we kind of got something in common so when Reds closed I invited him here.”

“And your wife wasn’t so happy about that.” The old man said. “She left in a huff.” He added as he turned up his beer and didn’t take it from his lips until it was completely empty. “She’s like my wife and don’t like drunks.” The old man looked directly at me. “Does us being drunk bother you, Son?”

“No, Sir.” I answered.

“Then why don’t you sit down at the table with us?” The old man asked. Then he pulled out the chair next to him. “Sit beside me.” He added patting the seat of the chair.

I glanced over at daddy.

“Come and join us. Like I said, we’ve been talking about you.” Daddy said as he reached behind him and opened the frig door and took out two more Buds. He kept one and passed the other one across the table to the old man. “Like I asked you when you came in. Did going to church help you, or are you still queer?” Daddy asked as he popped the top on his beer.

I didn’t say anything.

“I’m talking to you, Boy!” Daddy growled.

“Didn’t help.” I answered.

“I didn’t think it would. Ain’t nothing going to ever change you from being a cocksucker. Hell, Tom, the boy is always after me to let him suck my dick. I beat the hell out of him a couple of times but it didn’t do no good.” Daddy said. “Ain’t that right, Pete. You love sucking my dick.” Daddy added.

“I better be going to bed.” I said. “Tomorrow’s a school day.” I said and started to rise from my chair.

Suddenly the old man’s hand was on my shoulder pressing me back down in the chair. “Why don’t you stay?” He said. The slim old man was strong. His grip was like a vise. “Your father said we could have a little fun with you.” The old man said.

I glanced over at daddy. He laughed and said. “Hell what’s the matter. You not in the mood for sex? Got yourself a headache?”

I didn’t answer.

The old man let go of my shoulder and reached his weather scared right hand down between my legs and grabbed my crotch. “Damn, he got a big dick.” The old man said.

“Yea, I don’t know why in hell a little queer boy like him should have such a big dick.” Daddy said. “It ain’t fair to normal men who just have an average one. Not that mine is average. Hell it’s longer than the kid’s.” Daddy said as he stood up. “Let me show you.” His words were so slurred that I doubted that the old man could understand him. Daddy unzipped his green Dickie work pants. He pulled out his long dick. It was soft but hung down real long. “What size dick you got?” Daddy asked the old man.

The old man didn’t answer. He stood up and reached down and unbuckled his belt and jerked his pants down. Suddenly I found myself looking at the longest dick I had ever seen. It might not be as thick as mine but is was a third longer than daddy’s dick. And the old man also had the lowest hanging set of balls I had seen on a man.

“You old fool, where’d you get such a damn long dick.” Daddy said as he reached down and pulled the foreskin back exposing his pointed dick head. “Damn, I would love to see you fuck a woman with that thing.” He added as he started jacking himself off in front of us. I knew then and there that daddy was really three sheets to the wind and wouldn’t remember a thing tomorrow.

“Show him your dick, Pete!” Daddy said.

I did like the old man. Instead of unzipping my fly, I unbuckled my jeans and pulled them off and stepped out of them so that I was standing before the two men naked from the waist down. My dick was rock hard and standing straight from my body.

“Damn, I ain’t seen one that thick before.” The old man said as he too pulled his long foreskin back exposing a big mushroom-shaped dick head. “Mr. Roland, mind if I let your son suck on mine a little?” The old man turned to daddy and asked.

“Hell, no! Pete, suck him.” Daddy ordered as he staggered around to table so that he was standing beside the old man. “Come on. Let me see you suck him.” Daddy added.

I dropped to my knees in front of the old man. His long dick was sill hanging limp but it was beginning to swell up as I closed my mouth around the foreskin draped head of the old man’s dick. The old man let out a sigh as I sucked gently on his foreskin-covered dick head. Then as I slowly pulled back his foreskin and started tonguing his naked dick head the old man throw his head back and said. “Damn! That feels good.”

“Didn’t I tell you he was a born cocksucker?” Daddy said as he started jacking his own long dick as he stared down at me. I looked up at daddy. At 60 he was a handsome man. His hair was combed back and full even though gray. He had a rough looking face with mean blue eyes which were staring straight at me. “Go ahead, you fucking cocksucker take all the old man’s dick down your queer throat. I know you can do it.” Daddy said slurring his words as he spoke.

Staring up into my father’s cold blue eyes, I started swallowing the old man’s dick. I knew that daddy in his drunken state was enjoying watching me suck the old man extremely long dick. I knew that he like looking dicks bigger than his. So, I took more dick down my throat than I had ever done before. I swallow inch after long inch of the old bearded man’s dick. I thought I would never be able to swallow all of the old man’s dick, but looking up and seeing daddy staring down at me while he feverishly jacked his dick, urged me to a supreme effort. Finally my lips were pressed against the old man gray pubic hairs.

“See. I told you he could swallow your dick.” Daddy yelled.

“Damn! It feels wonderful.” The old man said as he reached down and grabbed me behind the head. He started fucking my mouth with his long dick as daddy watched in glee.

“Yea! Fuck him with that horse dick!” Daddy cried out as I watched him pumping his dick faster and faster.

I had to make an extreme effort to keep from chocking as the old man rammed his long dick in and out of my throat like it was a pussy. But I loved it. I love daddy watching me sucking the old man. I loved the old man forcing his dick down my throat.

“I’m cuming!” The old man said as he pulled his dick out of my mouth. Then as I stared up at my father, the old man shot his load onto my face.

Daddy’s eyes got big as he watched cum gushing out of the old man long dick in one long squirt after another until cum was running down my chin. When daddy stepped forward, I thought he too was going to shoot his load onto my face, but instead he rubbed his dick back and forth through the old man’s cum clinging to my face until daddy’s own dick was coated with the old man’s cum. Then with the old man’s cum still smeared thick on his dick, daddy pushed his still hard dick back inside his pants.

“Well, I better be getting home.” Mr. Meers said as he quickly pulled up his pants. “My wife is going to be waiting for me with a broom handle.” He added.

“Yea, I got to get to bed.” Daddy said as he staggered back around the table to the frig. “Maybe I’ll see you at Reds later in the week.”

“Sure.” The old man said as he almost ran from the kitchen.

Daddy opened his beer and turned it up and drained ever drop. Then he staggered toward the table. He almost fell but caught himself by grabbing the table. I moved around and put my arm around him to give him support.

“I don’t need any help from a queer.” Daddy mumbled. “You loved sucking that old man dick didn’t you?” He said, slurring his words so badly that I could hardly understand him.

“Come on and I’ll help you to bed.” I said as I started walking him from the kitchen. I didn’t even remember seeing daddy so drunk. When I got him to his and mama’s bedroom he practically fell into bed. He lay there looking up at me as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off and then his boxer shorts. He sat up briefly for me to unbutton his shirt and pull it off.

“You want me to get a wash cloth and clean up your dick?” I asked as daddy lay naked on the bed looking up at me.

“Suck it.” Daddy ordered. “Suck his cum off my dick.” He words were barely understandable.

As daddy watched I stripped naked and then climbed in bed with him.

“Fucking queer!” He mumbled as I moved down between his legs. His dick smelt of the wet cum still cling to his semi hard dick. I eagerly took daddy’s dick in my mouth. “How does his come taste?” Daddy asked.

Suddenly I knew what I must do. I quickly cleaned all the cum off daddy’s dick but didn’t swallow it. Instead I moved quickly up and on top of daddy until my face was over his. “Get the fuck off of me.” Daddy said. I didn’t! Instead I lowered my mouth to his. Daddy opened his mouth to say something and I started French kissing him with my mouth full of that old man’s cum. Looking into daddy’s eyes, I saw a look of shock. Then he was kissing me back. His tongue was every where inside my mouth. It was an angry hateful kiss and as brutal as he could make it. I loved. I wrapped my tongue around daddy’s and sucked his tongue. I could feel him swallowing the old man cum as he sucked it out of my mouth.

I felt daddy’s hand grasp my balls. I sucked in air as he tighten his grip on my tender testicles. Then as I started jerking and thrashing from the pain of his iron grip on my balls as we kissed like I had never before kissed someone. I thought he was going to rip my balls off as he squeezed and pulled on them. But a part of me love it. I want to be daddy’s boy! I wanted him to force himself on me.

When we finally broke our embrace, daddy let go of my balls. And the moment he did that I move up and straddle daddy chest and push my dick against his mouth. I didn’t think daddy would open his mouth, but then I guess he was so drunk he didn’t know what he was doing. The next thing I knew daddy as sucking my dick.

I felt wonderful. But even better to look down at my father’s face while he had my dick in his mouth. I knew I was going to cum soon. So I reached behind me and grabbed daddy’s dick and started jacking him as hard and fast as possible while he sucked my rock hard young dick.

We came together. I shot off in daddy’s mouth and he squirted his big load onto my naked back. I kept my dick in daddy’s mouth until he had swallowed all my load before pulling it out. But even as I climbed off the bed daddy as snoring. He had passed out.

I knew from previous drunken incidents with him that tomorrow he wouldn’t remember anything about tonight. Maybe he would remember the old man coming home with him, but I knew that he wouldn’t remember much more. But I would remember. I knew where I got my queerness from. And I also knew why he hated me so much. Daddy hated me because he was a little bit queer himself and each time he looked at me he saw himself.