The Son of A Preacher

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Part 1 of 2

I promised myself when I was fifteen that I'd never return to another church again. I mean, why would I? I'd spent my entire childhood hearing how I was going to burn in hell for something I had no control over.

My mother was as devout as they come. Missing church was akin to missing a doctor's appointment, if not, worse! Dad went with the flow, but the two of them had been so brainwashed by the pastor that when I finally came out, I was almost instantly banished from the family.

It was strangely freeing to be finally rid of the entire bunch. Suddenly I was spending my Sunday mornings fucking my seed deep into other men rather that listening to some preacher in a dress drone on about made up fantasies. So yes, I was quite happy with my plan to never return to a church again, until something changed.

By the age of thirty, I was single, wild and free. I had to admit that I was quite handsome, which was probably the only thing I could thank my parents for. I had no problem finding men to come home with me, and I was quite alright with the fact that they'd be gone the next morning.

I had a decent job which allowed me to spend outrageous amounts of money on myself, and I drank, smoke and fucked my way through my twenties. All in all, I was a very bad influence on anybody who found themselves unfortunate, or fortunate enough to be around me.

So how did I end up here? Back inside the somewhat jail-like walls of a church, staring down the aisle at a preacher and his congregation? Well, I chose to come back, but this time I was here for my own reasons.

"Ah, Andrew" the man in the dress said, opening his arms to welcome me into the house of God. "I'm so pleased that you could make it".

"Reverend Lake" I smiled back. He looked to be in his forties, though it wasn't him that I was here for.

"Call me David" he said warmly, leading me toward one of the pews, where a bulbous woman and her three miserable looking children sat. "The service will begin shortly" he added, in that velvety drawl that they all had.

I sat down and I waited. The service did begin shortly, and the entire thing felt like fingernails down a chalkboard. I looked around on more than one occasion to find the half empty church hanging on every word that the preacher said.

"And in God, we shall find the strength to stand up to the moral wrongs. We shall live as our Lord did, in a righteous, just way".

Amen.

I looked to the stroppy kid beside me and rolled my eyes. He sniggered and received a slap in the ear from his fat mother.

It took only a few minutes before I found what I was looking for. He was very young, much younger than any man I'd usually be interested in. According to the parish website, he had just turned eighteen. He wore a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into his black pants, and when he walked, he walked with his back straight and his hands clasped in front of him like a good boy. A very good boy.

"Fascinating service, Reverend... David" I smiled, as the church began to clear out and the man unfurled his ridiculous outfit.

"I'm happy that you found it touching, Andrew" he smiled, "it's nice to see a young man taking the time to listen".

I forced a sour smile.

"This is Teddy" he continued, gesturing toward the boy, "with any luck he'll follow in the footsteps of his father and become a preacher, too. Isn't that right, Theodore?"

The boy looked around and nodded with a serious expression on his face.

"Yes, dad" he replied quietly.

"He's shy" the man informed me with a chuckle, "like most boys his age".

"Of course".

"Will we be seeing you again, Andrew?" He asked, leading me toward the door.

"Oh certainly" I nodded, the smile no longer forced, "I think I've found something here today that will keep me coming back time and time again".

"Excellent" Reverend Lake beamed, "I look forward to seeing you next week".

Being a predator was quite strange. Admittedly, I had never found myself having to work for my sexual encounters, they almost always came to me. Spending an hour of my weekend trying to stay awake through the most ridiculous fables and tales being told with a straight face by a grown man was beginning to take it's toll on me, but I was getting somewhere.

It had been six weeks since I'd first landed at the doors of St. Michael's Church. In those weeks, I had found that God still hated me. God also hated quite a lot of other things, too, though the reverend didn't dwell on those things half as much as he did on the all important sin of homosexuality.

I also learned that Teddy Lake was incredibly shy, but his parents had quite literally put the fear of God into him, so he was stupidly polite, which became rather irritating after a while.

Alas, I had wormed my way from the fat woman and her miserable children, over to the important side of the church, and now I found myself sitting right next to my prey.

"Sorry, I lost my place" I whispered to Teddy, "where are we again?"

He held his order of service booklet on his knee and pointed his finger at the line which his father was bellowing out on the alter.

"Thanks" I whispered, rubbing my hand across the inside of his thigh.

I saw him gawp at me and heard him gulp a moment later, but as usual, Teddy was much too polite to cause a scene in the middle of mass, so he sat stiffly until the end.

"Wonderful, as always" I lied, when Reverend Lake came over to have his ego inflated. He beamed proudly.

"Oh, by the way, David" I said as I stood, "I was wondering if I could borrow your boy for an hour or two this week, I have some old furniture that I need help getting rid of, and I could really do with a hand".

The man nodded intently, though Teddy didn't seem as eager.

"Yes, yes, of course you can" he said, holding his son's shoulders, "Theodore would be more than happy to lend a hand, wouldn't you, Teddy?"

The boy stared at my shoes rather than my face, but nodded.

"Excellent" I smiled, "see you on Wednesday, then?"

There he was, sweating his little heart out in my basement as we lugged broken chairs and tables up the stairs and into the yard. He was extremely cute, now that I'd gotten a better look at him, but I'd known that already.

Maybe it was some sort of sick revenge plot, but I was far beyond caring why I was doing this, all I cared about now was actually doing it.

He bent down, allowing his sweaty t-shirt to slide up his back, revealing the waistband of his white underwear. He gasped when my hands held his slender waist.

"You'll pull your back like that" I whispered, easing him to his feet.

The teen turned cautiously, unsure what he was supposed to do next.

"You're very handsome, Teddy" I breathed, my brown eyes burning into his blue ones.

"Um... T... Thanks" he mumbled, mortified.

"It's a shame that they keep you locked up in that church all weekend" I added with a hearty chuckle, "a boy like you should be out sewing your wild oats".

I moved closer, and Teddy took a step back until he was pinned against an old table.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked gently, smelling the sweet scent of sweat from him.

He shook his head.

"A boyfriend?"

His eyes widened slightly.

"It's... It's a sin" he almost hissed, but I could see it in him. Somewhere deep down inside the innocent young man, something else lurked. Something wild. Something depraved.

"Doesn't that excite you?" I mouthed, my face inches from his, "don't you want to be a sinner, Teddy?"

A soft whimper escaped his pretty pink lips, and he turned his head away from me.

My hands wandered toward him, and he watched them with eager eyes. He flinched gently when I touched him, sliding my fingers under his shirt and brushing them up his smooth, slim torso.

"I... I can't" he moaned, but he made no effort to move, and so I continued until I felt his pert nipples against my fingertips.

"I know what you are, Teddy" I told him, taking his ear between my teeth, "let me ruin you".

Teddy made remarkably horny noises as I undressed him. His young body trembled nervously whilst I stripped away his clothes, and when he stood in only his tight underpants, his erection swelled.

"Look at you" I sneered, standing behind him now, holding him in the old mirror, "look at that whore in the mirror".

Teddy closed his eyes and turned his head to his shoulder, but I took it and forced it back.

"You like it, don't you, Teddy?" I slithered, "you like being a little cock whore?"

His underpants slid down to his knees and I grasped his teenage cock before he could stop me. A soft moan oozed from him as he watched.

"This... This is wrong" he almost cried.

"Yes" I growled, running my tongue along his naked, shivering shoulder, "it is so wrong".

I kept his underwear that night. The idea of the good Christian boy returning to his father with his horny cock swollen beneath his pants made me ravenous. The first part of my plan had been a success. Teddy had responded exactly the way I had wanted him to, and now it was onto stage two.

"Andrew" Reverend Lake said, walking toward me after service on the Sunday. For a moment, I expected a telling off for stripping his son naked in my house the previous Wednesday and calling him a whore.

"I wanted to personally invite you on a little retreat that we're doing next week" he said, "it's nothing big, just a select group of the congregation spending some time in a very quaint little cabin that we go to every year".

I smiled as my eyes found Teddy. He swallowed and looked down at the floor.

"Oh, I'd love to" I nodded, "thank you, Reverend".

"Not a problem, Andrew" he beamed, "young Theodore here will be leading his first service, too, won't you, son?".

I continued watching him as he nodded.

"Well that, I would love to see" I said, "in fact, I wouldn't miss it for the world".