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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Son of a Preacher Man - 2 by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com) *** The Preacher Father's training of his son continues. (M/m-teen, ped, inc, exh, nc, huml) *** 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... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 27