After lying exhausted for a few minutes, I decided that it was my turn. I rolled Brad onto his stomach and shoved two fingers up his waiting ass. He was so ready and so was I. I suited up and prepared for entry. He got up on his knees and elbows, putting his hole at the perfect height. I slid in without trouble. I fucked him hard. Just as I blew my load, I felt a huge pressure pushing on my side. I fell over and rolled off the bed. Brad fell over too but stayed on the bed.
I looked up the see the looming figure of Rev. Morgan standing over my naked cum covered body. He had pushed me off his son just as I climaxed. He'd lost his balance leaning over the bed and fell across his son's naked butt. There were huge cum smudges on his white dress shirt and corn flower blue tie.
"Get out of my house." He said in a low growl.
I was too startled to move. He grabbed my clothes off the bed and threw them at me.
"I said, `get out of my house.'"
"Yes sir."
"No." Brad sat up. He looked over; we'd forgotten to shut the door. Brad's younger brother Russell was standing in the doorway, completely shell shocked by what he'd just witnessed. I wonder what it does to a ten year old to see his older brother taking it up the ass and loving every second if it.
"Pull your pants up and stay put." He ordered Brad.
Brad obeyed. I was also frantically getting my clothes on.
Brad spoke, "But, Dad, we love each other."
Rev. Morgan looked surprised. "Brad, this boy doesn't know the meaning of love. He's just out to get laid by whosoever will."
"That's not true." Brad insisted.
Rev. Morgan was flustered; clearly he was not accustomed to being spoken back to by his children.
"This boy has sex with whoever he wants to. Other students, lawyers, you, Matt, whomever will let him fuck them."
Brad looked confused. How did Rev. Morgan know about Brian? He could see the question on my face but refused to answer. Had he followed me too? How did someone from his church recognize me? I'd only been a couple of times in my whole life. I was completely dressed now and was sitting on the floor awaiting further instructions from on high. I looked up at Brad's father. He looked back down at me. He was beyond enraged. I was beyond mortified. Rev. Morgan noticed Russell.
"Go to your room son."
Russell turned and ran from the open doorway. Rev. Morgan went over and closed the door. Brad was now reassembled as well and was sitting on the bed. His dad rolled the desk chair away from the desk and sat down.
He put his hands on his knees and looked at the carpet. Brad nor I was about to say anything.
"Son, I honestly don't know what to say. I thought that you had a better moral compass than this. Sex is a gift not to be wasted. Sex is to be part of a loving and committed relationship between two adults. In my book, a loving and committed relationship can be between members of the opposite gender or between two people of the same gender. Whether you are gay or not is not the issue- I think we've pretty much settled that one. You, son, are most definitely gay."
Brad was completely embarrassed and so was I. I had gotten up off the floor and was sitting next to Brad on the bed.
He kept talking, "Son, the question is what you do with that. Sex is a very incredible but dangerous thing. I have six children, believe me- I understand the power that sex has. Unwanted pregnancy isn't an issue in your case, but you could get something much worse than a child if you aren't careful."
"But, Dad, we were being careful."
"I know, but sometimes things just happen anyway. I don't want anything to happen to you, that's all I'm going to say right now."
"Rev Morgan, I am sorry this happened."
"You're sorry you got caught, that's all."
"I think it's best that you go home now and let me calm down because you don't want to hear what I have to say to you right now." His words were very measured and I was sure he could literally have killed me at that moment if he thought for an instant he could get away with it. I slid off the edge of the bed. I was determined to put my two cents in, so I leaned back and kissed Brad full on the mouth. It was a slow lingering kiss too. Rev. Morgan looked away.
I left their house that day unsure what was about to happen to me. I suddenly occurred to me that Brad was 17 for another month while I turned 18 back in January. Rev. Morgan could have me arrested for statutory rape of a minor. But that was unlikely. What was more likely was that Matt would reenter the picture and I would end up screwing everything up again.
When I got home, there was a surprise waiting for me. Jared was in my living room.
"What going on?" I asked cheerfully.
"Have you forgotten something?"
"What's that?"
"It's Saturday night. I can't let you sit at home all night with the folks."
"What's going on?"
"Jenna's having a game night over at her house at 8:00. Any dinner plans?"
"No. Not yet anyway. Both Brad and Matt are out of the question tonight."
"Good, then you can go out with me."
"You want to date me too?"
He smiled sarcastically, "Stacie's parents were having me for dinner, but decided to go out of town and Stacie would die before defying her parents' orders to not go out on a date while they are away."
"So you're just giving up?"
"Fuck no. If you're there, it's not a date- right? So Stacie told her parents that she is going out with some friends from school- which is technically true- right ye ole Drewseyboy?"
"Sure." I flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Then get up."
"Why?"
"We're going to dinner dumb ass- weren't you listening?"
"Now?"
He started toward the door.
"I have to tell my parents."
"I already did."
"He already told us you were going out tonight!" My mother shouted from upstairs.
"See." He said.
"Why are we going so early?"
"You have to meet Stacie and her parents. Her parents think you and Stacie are friends- so just play along."
"I thought they were going out of town."
"They haven't left yet, now shut up and move. You talk too damn much."
We got to Stacie's house and rang the doorbell. What in the world had I just gotten myself into? Stacie answered the door. Damn. She was, well we'll say, full figured and dressed in charcoal gray. Quite a contrast to Jared who is a pixie stick with legs. She seemed nice enough. Certainly not my type, but friendly. She ushered us in. Her father was upstairs and her mom was in the kitchen. Neither apparently knew that she and Jared were dating. Her father clumped down the back stairs and met us in the kitchen. He was a rotund man carrying a fedora who looked like a private eye from the 20's- brown suit and wide tie. Her mother was absolutely gorgeous. Stacie's mom really did have it going on. With a mother like that, no wonder Stacie had inadequacy issues- which I'm sure Jared sought to solve. I couldn't help but smile when Jared and Stacie stood next to one another. They looked like the number 10. We talked for a few minutes. At first, they seemed threatened by me rather than Jared, then Jared mentioned that I was gay and they relaxed. It was weird. Somehow they thought better of me because I am a fag- that was definitely a first for me. After Jared told her that I was dating a preacher's kid named Brad, she seemed intrigued by me.
Her father spoke, "A preacher's kid? Brad? Honey, doesn't our preacher have a son named Brad?"
"Yeah, a Rev. Morgan, maybe you've heard of him? He's been at our church for a number of years now. Brad's about your age."
"No ma'am," I lied through my teeth, "never heard of him."
"Ah, well Brad is a sweet boy, always friendly and polite- though painfully shy. I wish Stacie's older brother Ted was more like him. Except for being shy of course."
I couldn't help but smile on the inside. Brad wasn't nearly as shy as people gave him credit for. When it came to me, he was bold little ass monkey.
"Maybe you should try to get Stacie to go out with him." I suggested helpfully. Stacie shot me a look that could burn a hole in a pouring rain.
"Oh heavens no," her mother laughed, "Brad's been over here since he was a little kid, sometimes it seems like he's another of Stacie's brothers. It would be weird seeing them date. Honey, do you remember the time..."
"Dear, they have no idea who you're talking about."
She wasn't quiet very long and went off telling the story anyway. It would seem that Stacie was quiet because she'd never been able to get a word in edgewise with her mother yammering on.
"Well," Jared stated masking his impatience, "We need to get going so we can stay ahead of the crowd."
I stood up off the barstool and walked toward the door. We went outside and got in Jared's parent's red Volvo and drove off. As we were driving, I sat in the back while Jared and Stacie were upfront. I couldn't hear them talking so my mind wondered on its own. I wondered if Jared had told Stacie about Brad and if Stacie had made the connection between her preacher's son and my fuck buddy. If Jared named names, it wouldn't take Stacie long to put the pieces together. My thoughts of anything rational or good vanished when the image popped in my head of Jared and Stacie having sex. Oh that was a traumatic episode for me. Stacie probably weighs roughly 275 pounds and stands about 5'11. Jared is about 5'4 and weighs maybe 110 soaking wet. How could they have sex without Jared being hospitalized?
I said, "EEW EEEW EEW!" out loud.
Jared turned around, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I just thought of something gross."
"What?" Stacie asked.
"Nothing, never mind."
They resumed their conversation and I was lost and forgotten in the back seat, which suited me just fine. I was still shivering from picturing a naked Stacie and naked Jared going at it. I wasn't sure which one was grosser.
When we got to the restaurant, Stacie was quite chatty once we got her away from her mother. She was very curious about me, apparently she'd never met a gay man before, so I was a bit of a novelty.
"I kind of envy gay people." She said.
"Why's that?"
"Well, the part they're most attracted to is on their own bodies."
"It's not my own that I'm attracted to. It's other people's and the idea of sharing."
She wasn't sure if she should be grossed out or not.
"Isn't it gross though?"
"No. The thought of a guy and a girl together- that's gross. With guys, you only have one hole to worry about."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!" She looked horror struck and just shivered and made gagging sounds.
Dinner passed in good humor, Stacie was actually not entirely unpleasant to talk to. Although I was stressed about the fact that she and Brad were close friends that her mother described him as being like another brother. That kind of freaked me out but I decided that Stacie wouldn't be a bad friend to have around. Score one for Jared.
As we were going to the car, disaster struck.
Stacie said, "Drew, you and Jared should come to our church tomorrow."
"I don't know." I said, trying to play it cool.
"No, it'll be fun, you'll get to meet Rev. Morgan- he's so awesome."
I thought `Rev. Morgan and I already have quite a history thank you very much.'
"No, I don't think so."
"I insist. I won't date Jared if you won't come." She smiled. She was kidding, but Jared wasn't taking any chances.
"Yeah, we'll be there." He piped up.
"Okay, then" Stacie said, "Service is at 11:00. I'll meet you out front at ten till."
"Okay," I said, faking being cheerful about the prospect of sitting with Jenny Craig Rehab, Miss Middle Aged Universe, and Eliot Ness in church while watching Rev. Morgan preach a sermon less than 24 hours after seeing me ride his son like a fucking bronco at the fair. I was definitely going to warn him that I would be there in the morning and Brad had nothing to do with it and was as of yet unaware that I was coming. It would only be fair- so he wouldn't lose his job when he broke my teeth out with a communion chalice. So, I did.
10:45 the next morning, I arrived at Westover Hills Presbyterian Church. I parked at the side; right next to the exit should I need a quick getaway. I don't think I've ever been more nervous about going to church. I walked up to the front and opened the door. The ushers were there giving out the church bulletins, all with smiles on their bright shining faces. I suddenly felt sinful. Oops. I was carrying a terrible secret that could forever scar their church family. I was having sex with their preacher's son and they had no idea. God knew but so far God was the only person I knew who had managed to keep his big mouth shut- myself included. Jared was nowhere in sight, nor was Stacie. So, I wondered into the sanctuary. Red carpets, natural wood pews, white walls, big cross over the choir loft behind the pulpit which was behind the communion table. It was a regular Presbyterian church. I sat down hoping to God that a member of Stacie's family would spot me before a member of Brad's family. Actually neither, a little old lady asked if she could sit next to me. I said that would be nice. She sat down and started putting bookmarks in her hymnal and Bible from what the bulletin said would be read and sung that morning.
"Are you a regular member?" I asked.
"Yes, I am. I've been a member here since 1942."
"Is the preacher good?"
"The best. I was on the search committee that brought him here. He's been here 12 years now. He's had four children since he's been here. When he first got here, he only had two- Nate and Brad. That Nate was a hellion, but Brad is very nice. He's about your age."
"Really?"
"Yes, a fine young man. He'll make some lucky lady an excellent husband someday." She seemed pretty confident in this fact.
"Do you come every Sunday?"
"Oh yes, I teach Sunday school, and I used to sing in the choir, so I'm here most every time the doors are open. I don't believe I know your name."
"Andrew."
"Gladys. Nice to meet you." We shook hands.
"So," she said, intent upon making conversation, "I'm also an elder in the church."
"Is that so?"
"Absolutely. I'm going to the General Assembly this year as a commissioner."
"Really? What's that?"
"The US Government is based on a Presbyterian system- and the General Assembly is sort of like the congress. The commissioners are the members of congress. I'm on the ordination standards committee."
"what's that?"
"We have to decide if we will ordain homosexuals or not."
"What do you think?"
"Why not? People made a big stink about women preachers years ago, but that's worked out pretty well so far. The church didn't fall apart. So, why not homosexuals."
I was impressed. I decided to be bold, "what about gay marriage?"
"Have you seen the statistics on divorce, child abuse, and spousal abuse in this country? Gay people couldn't possibly screw it up any worse than straight people have."
Again I was impressed.
"Do most people here think that?"
"God no. Most people here think I'm a heretic. I've been an elder in this church for almost thirty years, I've chaired more committees than any man in this room- I'm chair of three right now, and I'm 93 years old, what are they going to do? Fire me?"
She'd clearly had this argument before. I was glad to know that not all people in the room shared Rev. Morgan's low opinion of gays.
"Did you know," she was still talking, "Rev. Morgan is part of a group of Presbyterians fighting for gay ordination. George has been to Washington, DC a number of times to fight that stupid amendment thing to stop gay marriage. He thinks that whoever wants to get married, after they have marriage counseling, should be allowed to marry."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he's caught some serious hell around here for it too. Almost lost his job several times fighting for the rights of gay people. I wish we had more gay people in this church, maybe that'd help change some minds."
I was completely floored. Here was this petite 93 year old woman lecturing me on Rev. Morgan's history of fighting for gay rights- I'm glad I came to church today. There always seems to be another level to that man that I discover every time I talk about him.
Gladys finally decided to be quiet for a few minutes and read something. I stared and the front of the room and waited for something to happen. Where was Stacie? Where was Jared? A woman in a dark blue dress came out of a side door and took up residence at the piano and started playing something. Then Rev. Morgan stepped out of the same door and took up residence behind the pulpit. I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. It was Brad. He was moving down the pew toward me. He sat down right next to me and pulled a hymnal out of the rack. Gladys was pleased. She thought Brad was just being kind and sitting next to a stranger near his own age to make the stranger feel more welcome. Apparently, this was a common practice of his. Damn him for being so cussed perfect and thoughtful.
"I figured you could use the company."
"Stacie and Jared were supposed to meet me here."
"I guess they got sidetracked."
"By what?"
"Each other. They're probably off some where."
That was not a thought a needed at the moment. I guess her parents had finally made it out of town and she and Jared were taking advantage of a quiet house. I was sitting in church between a liberated 93 year old woman named Gladys who insisted on patting my knee periodically and Brad while waiting for the other shoe to drop. I kept giving Brad sideways glances. He looked strangely seductive in his dark suit and solid color tie. I wasn't too poorly dressed myself- much the same attire as him. Sitting there on the pew in his suit, he seemed more forbidden than ever. Why oh God do I just want to do him right here in front of Gladys, God and everybody. I tried to push the visions from my mind, but they just wouldn't go. I pictured Brad lying back on the pew with his legs spread. I crawled up onto him and kissed him deeply, hotly, our tongues exploring each other's throats. My hands were rubbing the sides of his face and running my fingers through his hair. I slid my hand under his suit coat and wrapped around the small of his back. His back arched as his hands slid under my belt and groped by already hard cock.
Everybody stood up except me. I hopped up, unsure as to why. Brad had his hymnal open and the music had started. He moved his hands and let me look on with him. After we got seated again, it didn't take long for my mind to get derailed again by Brad's lustful presence. If he was fantasizing about me, he showed no signs. He was more disheveled this time. His shirt was unbuttoned and his tie was loosened, he was breathing heavily. I reached under his white undershirt and rubbed his nipples, my other hand fishing in his open fly for his hot cock. There it was. Oh yeah, just has meaty as I remembered. I undid his belt and slid his pants down enough to expose him. I took his cock in my mouth and swirled around the head with my tongue. It was so warm and wet, the light hairs rubbing my face as my head bobbed up and down on him. He moaned softly, oh was he ever enjoying this. I released my own cock from its prison and slid onto him. I put a little saliva on my cock and slid it in- with the feel of his flesh surrounding my own.
"Okay, okay," I thought to myself, "I'm in church- I can't be doing this."
Rev Morgan, after a prayer, starting preaching. I was so distracted by his son that I had to will myself to pay attention. It had something to do with telling the truth in love or something. I think it was half way directed at me, but that could just be my own paranoia. It was actually quite good once I willed the thoughts of fucking his son out of my dirty little mind. After the service, was over, Gladys stood up and greeted me again and told me that she hoped I would come back again sometime. She left the pew and launched into a conversation with another elderly woman.
Brad leaned in and said, "It's probably best that you leave alone."
"I guess so. Are you coming to my house?"
"Sure. When?"
"This afternoon sometime, I don't care, I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay, maybe." He walked quickly away. I don't know what the big deal was- it wasn't like Brad's dad hadn't seen us sitting together. At least we had a chaperone. I decided that I couldn't face the good reverend, so I went towards the front of the sanctuary cut through the fellowship hall and stumbled onto a side exit and slipped out largely undetected.