3 comments/ 20653 views/ 2 favorites Son of a Preacher Man By: FranklinSwoon What is it about the unobtainable things in life that makes them so alluring? Is it the thrill of the chase, even when we know that it has a foregone conclusion? Is it the air of mystery, the spirit of the unknown that draws us to these illicit treasures like moths to the flame? Everyone says that the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, but why? These thoughts, and many more like them, were running through my head when I first laid eyes upon Tommy. Thomas Bryan. The new senior on campus, intelligent and athletic, completely unobtainable. I knew that he'd transferred over from one of the most conservative schools in the state. I knew that his father was a minister in one of the most fundamentally right-wing churches in the area. I knew that he'd never had a serious girlfriend, never done anything sexual, and never said anything about gays except that we were devilspawn sent to Earth to corrupt the world's children into a life of sin. But when I let my gaze fall upon his delicate features, his feathery black hair and bright, eager eyes, when I traced his perfectly proportioned body and lightly tanned skin with my eyes, I wanted him. At the first available opportunity, which was lunch on his first day, I went up to him and, holding out my hand, welcomed him to our school and introduced myself. He reached out to shake, but upon hearing my name stiffened and dropped his arm back to his side. "I hear you're a faggot," he said quietly enough that no one else could hear his words. "I hear you're a flaming homosexual, and I don't want anything to do with you." I smiled as brightly as I could and murmured something about not judging people before you get to know them, but he had already gathered his tray and walked off. But this disastrous first meeting, far from crushing my spirits, had only strengthened my resolve: I wanted him more than anything or anyone else, and I knew that I would have him or die trying. For the next few days, it looked like I was going to die trying. I'd made no secret of my sexuality to the student population, and while the majority of my fellows were either supportive or indifferent, there was a small but determined core of anti-gay sentiment... and they, naturally, were the ones my Tommy gravitated towards. They did not take kindly to the idea of someone like me getting to know their new idol, and while I was prudent enough to flee before things became too serious, I knew that it was only a matter of time before they would grow tired of mere pushing and shoving. So I waited, and watched, and listened. Tommy, it transpired, spent very little time with friends, and tended to go straight home after school most days. His mother worked full-time, and while his father was generally there to greet him (he preached every morning and every evening, but spent the afternoons writing his next sermons) he took frequent trips out-of-state to go to minister's conferences and those sorts of religious conventions. This meant that, for all intents and purposes, he was alone at home from 4:00 in the afternoon until 8:00 at night on the weekdays. I am not normally a violent person, nor do I generally resort so quickly to criminal tendencies, but my infatuation with young Mr. Bryan had reached a level of obsession. I could not see him or even think of him without becoming utterly aroused, and I knew that such a violently homophobic person would never consent to anything I had in mind, so I knew that I would have to take drastic action to demonstrate the depth of my affection. One bright sunny day, I ran off campus as soon as the bell rang, heading straight for the house I had discretely followed Tommy to so many times before. I knew his father was off on one of his trips, as I'd watched him drive to the airport the previous night, and I'd overheard his mother calling to Tommy that she would be arriving home rather late. As I said, I do not normally take such routes to obtain information, but I was far beyond the point of desperation by now. Letting myself into his luxurious two-story home with the spare key hidden under a potted rhododendron, I prepared for the object of my affection's arrival with my heart feeling like it would burst out of my chest. Finally, three minutes before four, I was ready; as I took up a position just beside the door I heard casual conversation coming from down the block. This gave me a moment of trepidation, as I was not prepared to deal any of Tommy's violent and brutish friends or, indeed, for anyone other than Tommy himself, but after an exchange of farewells the group dispersed and my love walked down the driveway alone, rummaging in his pocket for his keys as he did. No sooner had he opened the door than I leapt forward, clamping a rag soaked in chloroform across his perfectly shaped pink lips. He went limp without a struggle, and I bore his warm weight gently to the floor, feeling as though electricity was coursing through the spots where his skin touched mine... but no, not yet, I told myself. You must not take advantage of someone while they cannot speak up for themselves. Moving his unconscious body slowly and carefully, and trying hard to ignore the swelling in the front of my pants, I deposited Tommy in one of the comfortable old armchairs in the recreational room, which was windowless and filled with the expensive electronic toys that I knew most boys my age would have goggled at, but I had eyes only for him. Extricating the length of soft cord I had brought with me from my pockets, I swiftly tied Tommy to the chair, not tightly enough to be uncomfortable but not loosely enough that he would be able to wiggle his way out. As a final precaution, I knotted a kerchief around his eyes, although why this seemed so important to me I cannot tell you. It just felt like the right thing to do. I waited, carefully keeping my hands at my sides and trying not to think of what might happen if someone walked in on me. On us. Gradually, as if waking from a deep sleep, Tommy regained consciousness. He lifted his head and tried to look around; it wasn't until he tried to rub his eyes that he realized that he was tied down, and it wasn't until he jerked his hands toward his naked crotch that I knew he'd realized he was wearing nothing but the cords that bound him. "Who's there?" he asked, fear readily noticeable in his sweet voice. I said nothing and simply looked at him, admiring his form. "Who's there?!" he shouted in a panic. Please keep your voice down, I said calmly in a tone slightly higher and airier than I normally used, still gazing rapturously at the gentle curves and hard lines of his chest, his shoulders, his defined abs. Yelling upsets me. I had to use a rag, as ball gags have always made me uncomfortable for some reason. Traditional bondage, the submission and humiliation and dominance, is not at all attractive to me. Tommy did not stop trying to scream until a full thirty seconds after I had knotted the cloth behind his head, at which point he sunk down into his chair and began reciting something to himself. I leaned close, trying to hear, and realized from the speed of his speech and tone audible through the gag that it was a prayer of some kind. I felt a rush of emotion in my heart towards this beautiful, scared boy. Please don't worry, I said to him. You'll be perfectly safe. I just want to make you happy. He did not stop reciting his prayers, and a single tear rolled down from behind the blindfold. I reached out and brushed it away; he recoiled from my touch. Imagine a woman, I said over the constant mumble of muffled prayers. Imagine the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. She is tall and blonde, with... I hesitated, not sure what men find most attractive in women. With large breasts, long legs, and a very pretty face. She is standing in front of you, wearing a long dress, and she is smiling. I watched his bare penis closely, but there was no sign of movement. The prayers continued, and I moved a step closer. This woman takes off her dress, I told Tommy. Beneath it she is wearing nothing. She stands in front of you and massages her large breasts, staring into your eyes. The penis gave a small twitch. Moving forward even more, I close my eyes. She tells you she wants you, I say, my lips inches from the boy's ear. She tells you she wants you more than anything, and then she kneels before you and places her hands on your legs. I suited actions to words, gently placing my hands on Tommy's toned and tanned thighs. He jerked, trying to get away, but could not break his bonds, and resumed his prayers with even greater intensity. She leans forward, I said, and takes your erection into her mouth. And, my whole body quivering with anticipation and excitement, I maneuvered with my tongue and suckled the very tip of his still mostly flaccid penis. The reaction was immediate. His hands clenched tight on the arms of the chair and his whole body went rigid; I could almost feel his thoughts, every ounce of his concentration focused on keeping his penis as limp and unresponsive as possible. He began trying to shout again, the god-fearing words barely audible through the gag. There was no need for more words on my part. I slowly drew the full length of his penis into my mouth -- no great task, as it was still determinately wilted as ever -- and began running my tongue in circles around the circumcised head, feeling the changes in texture as the tip of my tongue ran lightly here and there over the now slowly hardening member. He struggled, trying to pull himself away and biting and tearing at the gag, but even my darling Tommy could not resist temptation forever, and finally I was sliding my lips over the erect length of his penis. Back and forth I rocked, applying suction every time I moved forward and flicking my tongue every time I moved back, and I knew that he must have been feeling even more pleasure than I was. He still feebly tried to gasp out prayers, but his words were punctuated with gasps and muffled moans. Without warning he jerked, and his penis leapt in my mouth; grasping his hips, I forced myself forward as far as I could. The entire penis disappeared into my mouth, its tip brushing the back of my throat, and I felt thin pubic hair against my lips and nose as he convulsed and spurts of the hot liquid poured into me. I swallowed and swallowed again, relishing the light-headedness that resulted from lack of oxygen as I held my position, and only moved back when I was sure he had finished coming. He was shaking all over now, tears glistening on his cheeks, convinced that this was wrong and hating himself for enjoying it. I smiled reassuringly, even though I knew he could not see it, and licked my lips before reaching down for the small plastic bottle I had also brought with me, lying atop the pile of our mingled clothes. The woman, I said, smiles at you again and stands before you. She parts her legs slightly to reveal -- and here I shuddered, but pressed on -- the slit there, dripping with the anticipation of making love to you. The praying stopped completely, and my Tommy was silent apart from his ragged breaths. I poured a small amount of liquid from the bottle into my hand and gently began rubbing it over his semi-erect penis, which quickly hardened again despite his sounds and struggles of protest. She climbs atop your lap, I said. I squat facing, my legs on either side of his, with my quivering anus directly above his now lubricated penis. Then she slowly slides down onto you, and you feel your throbbing- I broke off, pushing outward as his penis slid smoothly into me, and gritted my teeth at the familiar hot rush of pain that accompanied it. The look on Tommy's face, though, made up for everything: it was bliss and panic, the once-in-a-lifetime combination of sheer ecstasy and absolute terror that everyone wears when they first make love. Slowly, cautiously, I began to move my whole body up and down, feeling his erection slide deeper inside me every time I descended, watching my own fully erect penis bobbing with my movements. The glistening liquid at the tip was distracting, but I forced myself to look past it at the body of the boy who was so deep inside me. Not daring to take my eyes off of those sculpted muscles and tear-stained cheeks, I moved both of my hands from Tommy's legs and placed one on his shoulder. With the other, I began masturbating to the rhythm of my gyrating, stroking up and down, slowly increasing my speed until I felt as though my anus were being torn open... but I also felt a rush of pleasure through the heated agony, and knew that I would not be able to hold back my orgasm for long. Our panting breaths increased in volume, and as we both began to quiver I reached out and tore the gag from Tommy's mouth. We cried out together, and I felt his hot semen pouring into me as my own white fluid shot in ropy streaks all over his perfect chest and stomach. We sat there, still pinned together, panting, until I felt that my legs would support me again. Standing somewhat shakily, I picked up the towel I had previously placed nearby and vigorously wiped off the trails of my semen that draped Tommy's still silent form. Then, after putting on my clothes as quickly as I could, I leaned in close and kissed him on those wonderful lips. For a split second he tried to pull back, but then he leaned into it and reciprocated. It was glorious, even better than the sex had been, and then in one quick move I yanked loose the knot holding his left arm and ran for the front door. He never did find out who had done it. Tommy never spoke of what had happened to anyone, but I did notice him wandering through crowds of people during many lunches and in between classes, ears perked up for a sign of the high voice I had used. But I felt no need to tell him; why would I? For I had achieved the impossible and tasted that which I should not have, and it was wonderful. Son of a Preacher man Dale's eyes slowly moved over the shapely legs of the woman sitting in the pew in front of him. She wore pantyhose that had a silky sheen to them and they caressed her muscular calves. He could feel his dick begin to tighten against the zipper of his new Sunday suit. His palms began to sweat as the urge to run his hands over those silk covered calves was becoming harder and harder to control. He forced his eyes away from her legs and slowly took in the rest of her appearance. She was an older woman but in great shape. Her body was still firm and shapely. She wore her hair long and as he looked at her she flipped it with her hand as if she could feel him looking at it. She was white and her hair was dark and satin straight. Dale wondered how her pale skin would look against his dark black skin. The sweat was now beading up on his forehead and he pulled at his collar nervously. He imagined those smooth thighs still clad in the satiny hose wrapped around his shoulders. He pushed the palm of his hand against his hardened dick and let out just the slightest groan. Sandra could feel the man in the pew behind her staring at her. Her body was flush from the sexual energy he was putting off. She felt the warmth rushing up from her chest to her neck and then her face. She shifted in her seat causing her vulva to rub against the fabric of her pantyhose. It felt good against her swollen lips and she squirmed again. She turned her head slightly and caught a glimpse of his chiseled good looks and the cleft in his chin. He was a nice dark chocolate shade and she wondered if his dick was hard, if he was as excited by her as she was becoming. She turned slightly more as she heard him let out a soft groan. Sandra smiled at him and let her eyes take in his shaved head and the goatee on his handsome face before letting her eyes meet his. Sexy almond shaped brown eyes.... Dale looked into the cool green eyes and gulped. She put out a burning sexual air that set sparks of static electricity straight to the back of his neck and made the hair stand up on his arms. He pushed against his erection again, afraid that people would start to notice it. She let her gaze fall to his lap.... She had noticed. Sandra stood up quickly and walked to the back of the church. She asked an usher where the restroom was located and slipped out the double doors and down the stairs to where he had directed her. This was her first visit to this church and she hadn't realized until she got there that the congregation was mainly black, not that she minded but as a single woman she knew it might be an issue to the women parishioners. She also knew it might be an issue for herself as she had a huge weakness for black men. She found the restroom and pushed through the door quickly. She looked into the mirror and saw the desire on her face. Her vagina was throbbing and her nipples pushed against the material of her dress. She took a stall and allowed her hands to brush gently against the taunt nubs. She didn't allow herself to touch her vagina because she secretly enjoyed the feeling of overwhelming desire but she allowed her hands to run over her stocking covered legs and up to her silky thighs stopping just short of her crotch. She could feel the moisture gathering in her crotch and smell the soft musk of desire as she imagined the man from the pew behind her caressing her legs just as she was. Sandra left the bathroom even hotter than when she had entered and headed down the hallway in the basement toward the stairs. Dale turned his head and watched the woman leave the nave. Her hair hanging to her round bottom and her sexy legs in the high heels made him want to follow her. He tried to listen to the sermon but it was useless, there was just something about that woman that had him so turned on. He waited about 5 minutes and then headed to the bathroom hoping to release some of the tension that she had brought on before she just suddenly left. She must have decided to get out of there before the weirdo with the erection could attack her. He thought to himself. He stepped off the last step and turned left into the hallway running straight into her....The force of his body slamming into her smaller frame sent her body backward and he reach for her to keep her from falling. "Oh!" she called out as he pulled her up against her. Her hands sprayed out against his chest to steady herself she could feel his heart racing. Her knee buckled and caused her lower body to slam against his groin. She could feel his erect penis pressed against her lower stomach and instinctively she felt her body grind against it. She quickly realized what her body was doing and stopped and pulled back. "Please excuse me I am so sorry!" Her whole body flushed with desire and embarrassment her voice came out raspy and unsteady. Dale had not missed the grinding motion and could see she was sexually aroused by the flush on her chest and face and the hardened nipples that pointed out toward him. He also knew she had seen and felt what she had done to him. He wanted to slam her up against the wall and give her what she obviously wanted from him but as the son of a preacher man he had been taught some control. As a matter of fact the son of the preacher that was at this moment up on the pulpit of this very church. "No it is entirely my fault. I made the turn too fast." He smiled at her for the first time and it was a very charming and gorgeous smile. Sandra felt her knees try to buckle again as he charmed her with that smile. She smiled back and forced the stiffness back to her knees. "Well I guess we both need to look before we leap." He caught the double meaning and cocked one eyebrow. "My name is Sandra." She stepped back as she extended her hand for him to shake. Dale took her hand in his and felt the electricity in it. He did not shake it he just held it. "Nice to meet you, my name is Dale. Welcome to our church." Sandra looked at her hand engulfed in his and also felt the tingle of the shock. "Oh so you are a regular here?" She looked up into his beautiful brown eyes. "Well actually yes, my father is the Preacher..." He let that statement hang in the air as he saw the shock in her pale green eyes. "Don't let that scare you away though." He laughed nervously. "Away from you or the church?" it slipped out before she could bit it back. She blushed an even darker shade of red. "Either." He bravely blurted out. Hell his dick was still raging hard so what the hell. Sandra slowly pulled her hand away and giggled. "I maybe in over my head or maybe you are. I think I had better get back upstairs." She squeezed past his large frame and started up the stairs. She could feel him watching her as she ascended the stairs and knew that this young black man could be serious trouble for her. As she returned to her seat she looked up at the reverend and saw him looking back questioningly and she smiled up at him. So daddy knows his son has a weakness for white women? A few minutes later the prodigal son returned to his seat behind her and she could feel herself getting warm all over again. The service quickly came to an end and everyone started for the vestibule. Sandra purposely avoided the Reverend and slipped out the main entrance. Dale rushed out behind her and called out to her as she opened her car door. "Sandra.... Ms. Sandra..." She turned to him. He took hold of her forearm as if she might get away from him. "I just wanted to invite you back next week. We would love to have you back." She gave him an unbelieving look. "I think maybe you are not speaking for everyone." "Why what do you mean?" Dale looked around to see if someone had said something or for a clue to what she was talking about. "Well I don't think your father was too happy that we had disappeared during service together." She pointed out. "Oh no you must have misunderstood he isn't like that at all." He smiled reassuringly. "But either way, I would love to see you again." He let his hand slide up to her shoulder and wrapped a strand of her hair around his index finger in an unconscious gesture. A shiver ran through her body and she knew then that she would be back. "I don't know, we will see. It was nice meeting you. I really must go now..." She put her hand on his to remove it from her hair and as his hand slid out of her hair he let his finger softly glance over her left nipple which was pointing out toward him the whole time. Sandra's lips parted and her tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously. Dale leaned in and she quickly ducked and slid into the car. Dale closed the door for her and as he turned from watching her leave he saw his father staring at him from the church doorway. Sandra went home and tried to get him off her mind but it just wasn't working. It seemed as though no matter what she did her thoughts kept turning back to the preacher's son. She knew she had to be at least 15 yrs older than him and really didn't know what to make of this young man. While she had been with younger men before she just felt that there was something different about this one. So the next Sunday she found herself heading back to the church and knowing she was headed for trouble. She found a seat quickly and looked around trying not to be obvious that she was looking for him. She scanned the room but didn't see him anywhere. Soon the choir started to sing and as everyone stood up she felt someone slide into the pew beside her. She turned her head, it was him... The choir finished the song and the Reverend took his place behind the pulpit. The congregation sat down. Sandra sat down and realized that Dale had not given her much room, his thigh was pressed right up against hers and her shoulder nestled tight against his. He whispered against her ear. "You look very nice today, I am glad you came back." Sandra felt the warm flush of desire hit her just from the sound of his voice. She blushed and felt as if everyone was looking at them. "Thank you." She whispered back. Dale couldn't believe his eyes when he had walked in. He thought for sure he had chased her away. Her perfume hit his nose as he slid into the pew beside her and he knew he was going to have her. His dick had already jumped to alert as soon as he saw her. It seemed as if it just stayed hard in her presence. He looked up at the choir and saw his wife smiling and singing unaware of what was going on. No, Sandra didn't know about his wife either but would she care? He would cross that bridge when he came to it. She had on a short dress; it was not tight to her legs, more flared. The hem came to about 4 inches above her knees and her smooth legs were pressed together and his right leg was pressed against her left leg. The temptation to place his hand on her nylon covered knee was almost overwhelming. The idea of sliding his hand up her stocking clad thighs made him shiver. The notion that he could bury his face between them made him weak. These are the thoughts that had haunted his every thought for the last week. His palms were sweating again and he wiped them on his slacks. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered. "Come down stairs with me." Sandra looked at him in shock. "No." she whispered back. Her eyes turned back to the front of the church and met the Reverend's. She looked away quickly. Why did she come back? But she knew why, she wanted to go to the basement with him. She sucked in her breath as she felt his finger slowly slide up the side of her leg from her knee to the hem of her dress. That soft, gentle caress made the fine hair on her arms and the back of her neck stand up on end and butterflies took flight in her belly. He let his finger wander up and down that thigh over and over every time daring to inch further and further up and under her skirt. She knew she should stop him but she honestly did not want to. Dale enjoyed every quiver that shook her body as his finger meandered up and down her thigh. The crotch of his pants was getting tighter and tighter with each gasp that escaped her lips. He wanted her more than he could remember wanting anyone else in his life. He was doing crazy things he would have never dared to do before; sitting in his father's church with his wife smiling at him from the choir box, rubbing this woman's thigh. The very sinfulness of it all pushes his desire even higher. He whispers again "If you don't go down stairs with me I am going to put my hand under your skirt and rub your pussy right here, right now." Sandra's eyes opened wide and she pondered if he would actually do such a thing right there with people on every side of them, people that knew him and his father.... She came to the conclusion that he would as his hand, palm down started for the hem of her skirt. "Okay... but how; If we both walk out people will notice." "Don't worry about that, we are about to take up the offering, I am an usher and I will be helping with that. After offering you go out and I will slip away to you while the other ushers are counting it and no one will notice I am missing." As if on cue they announced offering and he slipped out of the pew and took his place. Sandra waited until the offering plate passed past her and then slipped out and made her way to the door. She quickly went down the stairs and to the bathroom. Her heart was racing as she waited to hear his footsteps in the hall. It seemed an eternity and just as she had decided he wasn't going to show the door opened and he was upon her. She gasped as he took her face in his big hands and his mouth closed over hers stealing the breath from her. She gripped his smoothly shaved head in her hands and kissed him back deep and hard. Her tongue darting against his and nibbling on his bottom lip. She moaned out as his hands gripped her bottom and lifted her up positioning her against his swollen cock. Her legs clasped around his waist and he pushed her up against the wall grinding against her. The material of her pantyhose and his slacks the only barrier between her wetness and the extreme hardness of his huge penis. Dale's hand caressed her ass though the silky hose and he allowed his fingers to dig into the softness of her bottom. He moved toward the vanity top and sat her down on it. He released her mouth and stood back. He placed her feet onto the edge of the countertop and allowed his hands to slide from her feet up her calves and over her knees then up the inside of her thighs pushing her legs apart and her skirt up. His thumbs coming to rest upon her mound and then sliding up and down over the wetness he found there. Sandra's head fell back and rested against the mirror, her pelvis rose up to his hands and she moaned in sheer pleasure. She wanted him to take her, to rip the pantyhose off and shove his huge dick inside of her hotness! To fuck her hard and deep in this house of God! Dale pulled off her high heels and placed her right foot against his neck. His mouth connected with the soft material of the stockings at her ankle and he ran a trail of kisses up her calf all the while allowing the silky cloth to caress his face. His hands trailing along behind his mouth and tickling her skin through the material making her senses scream out. He continued to make his way toward her sweetness. His face now buried between her thighs he rubbed his face all over her crotch. Sandra arched up to his face and he nibbled and licked her through the pantyhose. She started to push the pantyhose down and he stopped her by placing his hand over hers. Suddenly he grabbed the crotch of the hose and tore a it open. Sandra gasped out loud as he stood up, dropped his pants and shoved his swollen cock deep inside of her. His dick was so engorged with desire that it was hard as a rock and throbbing as he thrust into her harder and harder. His hands gripping her ass and pulling her up to meet each thrust. Sandra bit her lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. It had been a long time since she had been taken like this and even longer since she had such a hard dick as his. Her body convulsed and spasm after spasm took over her body. Dale felt her cum all over his hard dick and drove it in to her deeper then ground his pelvis against hers causing a gushing of fluids to escape from her womb. She started to make loud moaning sounds and he placed his hand over her mouth to prevent the sounds His felt like it was hitting the back of her womb and filled her vagina perfectly. She tightened her vaginal muscles around it and squeezed as if milking the cum from him. His hand over her mouth only added to her excitement and made her want to scream out loud for him to fuck her harder. The knowledge that there was an entire church full of people were right above them made her crazy horny. She wrapped her legs around his waist, gripped his neck in her hands and rode his cock hard! Dale had to wrap his arm around her neck to keep his hand over her mouth as she bounced up and down on his engorged dick. He had never met a woman that turned him on this much and his cock was harder than he could ever recall it being before. The feel of her warm wet pussy spasming around his dick was pure pleasured torcher. He slammed his cock into her over and over again and soon felt his release building and bubbling up from his testicles. His hand tightened over her mouth and his body began to shake as he filled her tight white pussy with his hot sperm. Sandra struggled to catch a breath as his hand was cutting off most of her air supply, the lack of air causing her orgasm to intensify as she felt her pussy being invaded by this stranger's cum. Her body trembled and quaked as she allowed the pleasure to rake over her. Finally spent and weak they both collapsed against the vanity and after a few moments they straightened up their clothes and she tried to smooth her hair. She looked up at him nervously and embarrassed by her wanton actions. "Well, I am just going to slip out the basement door and leave." She picked her pocket book up off the floor where it had fallen when he made room for her on the vanity. Dale pulled her against him. "Come back next week." He whispered against her neck. She nodded thoughtlessly.....