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Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Son of a Preacher Man - 2
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Son of a Preacher Man - 2
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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The Preacher Father's training of his son continues.
(M/m-teen, ped, inc, exh, nc, huml)
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I had the naked smooth hairless teenage ass of my
fourteen year old son before me, waiting for my big fat
leaking dick. Chaz had been sucking it, and I knew that
if I didn't fuck the boy soon, I would blow my load all
over the place. I looked the length of his slender boy
legs to his big feet and sighed with fatherly warmth at
the way his toes curled in anticipation of my dick.
"Are you ready, Son, are you ready to get fucked by
your Dad? Are you ready to take your dead Mom's place
in my bed and my life as my new wife?" While I said
this, I squeezed his ass cheeks. They were nice and
full, yet perfectly sized for his lean boyish frame. He
had the kind of ass cheeks that drive queers crazy.
How did I know this? Because sometimes for fun, when I
would take Chaz to the health club for a workout with
me...I would have him walk bare assed around the locker
room for an hour or so, so I could laugh at the way all
the gay men changing there threw boners as they watched
him. I kept a towel around my waist of course as did
most of the other guys changing there, but I placed a
firm hand on my boy's shoulder and steered him from
aisle to aisle to chat with friends making him walk
bare assed without covering himself in any way.
Chaz hated this of course, and the first few times, he
bawled like a baby, but I lovingly explained to him
that it accomplished two very important things. First,
it got him used to his body... something he had to do.
"There was no shame in the naked body if there was no
guilt or sin in the boy's head..." I told him.
Second, it showed me which men in the group were gay
and needed prayers for their sins. As soon as I headed
for the steam room with Chaz, a whole bunch of guys
would follow. They knew the routing.
While we all sat with our towels over our dicks, I made
Chaz sit up on one of the higher benches with his legs
spread as wide as he could get them and no towel.
Even some of the managers on duty took to coming into
the steam room around that time, just to check on how
things were going. Chaz and I would chat with the guys
and they would ask him questions such as..."So tell me
Chaz, does a handsome boy like you have a girlfriend?"
They kept their eyes on the boy's dick to see if it
would twitch.
Chaz would chew his lip until I told him to answer the
nice man.
"I'm not allowed to date girls." He would say finally.
"Tell the nice man why..." I would urge the boy, who
sometimes got tears in his eyes, which were
indistinguishable from the beads of sweat rolling off
his young tight body.
Chaz would frown and pout, and I would have to look
stern.
"Because, because if I talk to girls, I get dirty nasty
fuck thoughts about them."
"Oh, I bet you do," one guy or another would say, and
someone would lean in and rub a hand up and down Chaz'
naked thigh, very near his ball bag.
"I thought maybe you didn't date girls because there
was something wrong with your dick," some guy would
chime in.
"Oh no sir, my son has a perfectly healthy penis and
balls. Quite large for his age too. Show the nice men
that your pecker is healthy, Chaz, make it nice and big
and hard for them."
Someone would turn the lights up a bit, and the men
would lean in closer, moisture dripping from their
bodies, their own big fat cocks hard beneath their
towels as they tried to get a real close look at a
fourteen year old naked boy with his legs spread wide
masturbating his dick in front of them.
"Come on Chaz," I would urge, putting a hand on his
naked foot and rubbing it as he sat one row of benches
higher than me and began to rub his teen prick and
nuts. He would chew his lips and sniff back his
tears...
"See, I don't think he can get it hard..." a guy would
laugh, and others would join.
"He certainly can. He is my son, and all man. Show them
Chaz. Pull and twist your nipples if it will help."
At home, Beverly and I often worked our boy's tits
while he masturbated, but I understood how difficult
this must be for him in front of strange men. My dick
jumped and squirted behind my towel.
Chaz would close his eyes and jerk off in front of the
strange men. Eventually his teen prick erected and the
men paid him appropriate compliments. He would sit
there, legs spread while this or that guy touched and
squeezed his teen dick.
"That's a very nice one kid and it still had some
growing to do. Nice prick, boy." Because I brought
Chaz up to be a polite boy, he would have to thank each
of the men for their compliment. Some guys gave his
dick a few pumps, but Chaz was not allowed to cum. That
would have been very nasty, to cum without permission.
"What does the kid's asshole look like?" sometimes
some guy would ask, not every time, but often.
"Chaz, why don't you lift your legs and show these nice
men your asshole." Of course he had no choice. So he
would comply. He looked so damned cute like that, legs
up and spread, big feet in the air, his ass pucker on
display.
"Stick a finger in there for the men," I would often
suggest.
Anyway, we had lots more fun at the health clubs I took
my boy too, but I'll share those with you another time.
I only mentioned them now, because there was his sweet
young teen ass staring me in the face. I rubbed the
cheeks.
"Now this is going to hurt a bit son, because your
mother always said I was a bit like an animal when I
fucked. I kind of lose control. I like to plow deep and
hard and grind around a bit. I like to hear my balls
bouncing off flesh. But you're not a baby anymore. You
are a healthy young teenage colt, and I know you will
soon learn to love the feel of my fat slab of fuck-meat
up your rectum. We'll be doing it at least a couple of
times every day, so you'll get the hang of it real
quick."
The boy beneath me was trembling, it felt so wonderful,
his slender fragile innocent body shaking like a leaf.
Just the way some of the young ones trembled when I
taught them about the evils of unsupervised
masturbation in my church counseling classes. They
were a bit young perhaps to be thinking about it, but
you never know when the devil strikes.
So I firmly believed in teaching a seven year old about
sin. I would have them strip and jerk off for me while
I watched their big innocent eyes for signs of evil
thoughts. I would have them jerk each other, and tell
them that it was ok to do that as long as a minister or
proper adult was there to keep it clean. I warned them
that they must never do such an act thinking about a
girl except after they were married and the girl was
their wife. At seven some of this was difficult for
them to understand, but I would reinforce it.
Then I would bring in one of the older boys, sixteen or
seventeen, one with a huge prick and I'd have the boy
masturbate for the little boys. This older boy was
usually one I had caught with drugs or who had gotten
some cunt pregnant. I helped the boys with their
problems like that, as long as they did what I wanted
them to. I was determined to help them.
Just before the older teen shot off, I would have him
scream out how much he loved Jesus naked on the cross.
Sometimes later, we'd let the little boys take turns
getting tied up bare assed on our large church cross,
so they could feel what Jesus felt like being up there.
I'd been doing that with Chaz since he was quite young
and I do believe he has a very healthy view of our Lord
and his Suffering. That reminded me that I had to get
some of the older boys to jerk off for me so I could
replenish the "Milk of our Lord" chalice. I told the
little ones that when they were older they would drink
wine at communion like their parents, but because
Jesus loved them. He had provided milk for them to
drink while they were small. Each little boy in my
counseling group got to sip some "Jesus Milk" from the
chalice.
I threw my naked son over the couch and spread his
sweet ass cheeks. "Here I come boy, ready or not!!"
I pressed my fat cock knob against his tight pink
rosebud and pushed. "Pop!" The head popped right in no
problem. No doubt due to all the finger and candle and
object work we had done over the years. Still my boy
squealed and arched his smooth fourteen year old back.
His ass globes riding high, waiting for more fuck-
sausage.
"Jesus Loves you son, you're helping a Preacher Man do
his work. Fuck it, I can't wait to see you in a wedding
dress."
Continued in part 3...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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