Jesse looked across the bar with a mixture of shock and anger. Through the men, some in leather, some in uniforms, some in just T-shirts and jeans, and some shirtless, a few stripped down to boxers, he looked to the man at the bar with a beer in hand and eyes surveying the crowd. He didn’t know which emotion was the strongest, not at first, but as the shock wore off, anger filled its place. For standing not twenty feet away was the Rev. Benjamin Eli Morris of the Sanctity Freewill Baptist Church of Red Rock, Alabama.
What was that bastard doing in a gay bar six hundred miles away? Was there some convention in town of the church sect and the Rev. Morris took the liberty to venture out?
Jesse knew the bastard for he had gone to the church where the reverend preached. It had been twelve, no thirteen years ago, when he had been only sixteen and following the Garrison boy around like a puppy dog. A year older and muscular with a husky voice, Jesse had wanted Mark Garrison so bad, he had gone to church with him. And it was there, sitting on the hard cold pews in that austere interior, the only decoration a primitive wood cross on the wall behind the pulpit, he heard the Rev. Benjamin Eli Morris talk of sin, sin of homosexuality, of lewd sexual behavior, and fornication, and how hell was the only place they deserved. Then Jesse had listened to a description of hell that scared him; made him terrified.
It took a couple of weeks before he had thought it through, realizing it was all bullshit. He was sitting in the library of the nearby town with two books laid open before him. One on the history of the Bible and one on the notion of a god and how man created him.
Mark Garrison wanted to remain his friend, but a refusal to leave the church was the end of it. Jesse sensed Mark was willing, more than willing to give him what he wanted in every way, except that. So, for the next two years, Jesse bid his time, and upon graduation from high school, took the best way out of that area. He joined the Navy where he sucked and fucked his way to Commander before packing up his duffel bag and headed to what he now called home.
Jesse looked at the Rev. Morris, figuring he was in his mid-forties, for he had only been in his early thirties when Jesse had seen him last. But he looked older, a bit rougher around the edges. And watching how he looked around the bar with puppy dog eyes spoke to something else. Loneliness? A desire to be wanted? Jesse watched how the Rev. Morris tried to talk to some guys who were not interested. It would be sad if it had been someone else. But for the sanctimonious preacher man, it was just pathetic.
“Hey Jesse, you see an ex or something?” said Bill, one of his friends.
“No, something worse.”
“Worse? What could be worse? Someone you owe money?” Bill replied, laughing at his own joke.
“A preacher man who talked about gays being evil and deserving of hell.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“In here?”
“Yep.”
“Where?”
“That guy at the bar in the red plaid shirt and jeans.”
“He does seem out of place, but…he’s a preacher?”
“Is…was…I don’t know, but I know what he used to preach back in Alabama.”
“Are you going to say something to him?”
“I think so,” Jesse replied, starting toward the Rev. Benjamin Eli Morris. Then he stopped and stepped back next to Bill. “On second thought, I’m going to wait and see what he does.”
“Then?”
“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.”
“Sounds ominous.”
Jesse didn’t respond to Bill, instead he leaned back against the wall and watched the reverend, wondering if this was how a wolf felt looking across a pasture at some sheep that had wandered off into unknown territory.
Bill leaned against the wall with his third drink. The last time he looked at his watch it was nearly one in the morning. The bar was still busy, men laughing and flirting and pairing up for sex before sunrise. The front door swung open, and half the bar looked to see who was coming in so late, including Bill. A man came in, big, muscular, over six feet four in height wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. The shirt was only slightly darker than the skin and the jeans bulged down the right leg with what could only be a large cock.
Henrique was the son of a Brazilian father and a Puerto Rican mother. Bill knew the rumors about him, how his cock was huge, over ten inches long and thick as a man’s wrist when hard. And hanging below it, huge nuts that hung long in their sac, perfect for letting a man feel banging their ass when getting fucked. Bill knew Henrique only casually, a bar friend and someone he had not had sex for they always seemed to be hooking up with someone else by the time they crossed paths.
Bill watched Henrique move to the bar, then he cut his eyes over to the Reverend Morris, and he smiled mischievously like never before. Wickedly, devilishly, and he kicked off the wall to go see if Henrique was up for some play.
“Hey Henrique, let me buy that beer,” said Bill.
“Thanks. How are you on this fine night,” said Henrique, glancing around at the men seeking his attention.
“I’ve been pissed off, but I may have found a way to get over it.”
“Really? Do tell.”
“Look down the bar to that guy, the one in a red plaid shirt and jeans. Do you see him?”
“Yep. Nothing to write home about, so why the interest?”
“He’s a preacher; or was a preacher back home. And the worst kind of preacher.”
“One of those?”
“Yep.”
“And now this preacher is in our gay bar.”
“Yep.”
“And you intend to do something about it.”
“Yep.”
“And I figure into this…how?”
“You still have that playroom in your basement?”
Henrique laughed, then he looked down the bar toward the preacher man. “You know I do.”
“Not firsthand, but I’ve heard.”
“Would you like to see it?”
It was Bill’s turn to laugh, then he looked down the bar toward the preacher man. “I’d like to do more than see it. I’d like to bring over something for the two of us to play with.”
“Bring the preacher man out?”
Bill nodded while grinning. “So, you up for a Sunday School lesson?”
“I guess it is Sunday. Yeah, I’m game. Should you lure him in, or should I?”
“After some of the nasty things I heard him say about race, I’m not sure if he would reject you or hump your leg like a puppy dog.”
“Then why don’t you go down there and lure him away. Just let me finish this beer then you can provide our night’s entertainment.”
“So, this is a friend’s place,” said Morris.
“Yep.”
“And it’s okay to show up this late?”
“He’s expecting us.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. He was at the bar and said he would like us to come over and hang out. Don’t you want to hang out with me and my friend? I promise it’ll be more fun than the bar had been.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I’d like to have some fun.” Morris looked around a bit nervously, then smiled sheepishly at Bill as he came up beside him, going up the walk to the front door. About halfway there, the porch light came on, the front door swung open, and Henrique moved into the frame, filling it with his massive body. He was wearing jeans and black boots leaving his upper body bare.
“Dear God,” uttered Morris.
He’s not going to help you now, asshole, Bill thought as he passed Morris approaching the door.
“You made it; come on in,” said Henrique as he moved to one side letting Bill then Morris enter. “You guys want a beer?”
“I think we know why we’re here. Where’s this basement?” said Bill.
“We’ll get right to it; follow me.”
Through a door in the kitchen and down stairs into a concrete walled basement with a bare concrete floor and a black painted ceiling. Scattered around the room gear and equipment Henrique had collected to make his little playroom. Bill smiled when he saw the preacher man’s expression. One of excitement mixed with anxiety, and he knew the man was asking himself if he could really do it. He looked over to Henrique and they nodded toward each other. He began to strip.
“You need to lose the clothes,” said Henrique to Morris as he walked past going to a table sitting along one wall where the light was dim, everything in shadow.
Bill smiled at how easy it was to get the preacher man in place. The small custom table Henrique had in the middle of the room was perfect. Torso laid over it, chest down. Wrists secured to the legs on one side, the ankles secured on the other. He watched Henrique do his thing. First the flogger until the back and ass were red, now a wooden paddle reddening the ass like he had never seen before. The preacher man shivered so, he could see the muscle along the back quivering. Then when Henrique popped the thighs a tug against the cuffs and a cry out, followed by the request for another. Good boy, you nasty fuck, take another, he thought as the strike of paddle on flesh echoed in the room.
Morris’ cock was pinned against the edge of the table, rock hard, and drooling nearly to the floor. His skin began to glow as sweat beaded up on it. Henrique ran a hand down the back and over the ass and Morris moaned whorishly.
Henrique laid the paddle down and came back to the preacher man undoing his jeans. Bill saw the rumors were more than true as a long thick cock stretched out in front of Henrique.
“He’ll feel that,” Bill joked, eliciting a smile from Henrique.
Henrique stroked his cock until it flexed with his arousal. He moved up behind Morris, rubbed it across the red ass, then up and down the crevice between the cheeks. He put it to the tight puckered hole and pressed against it.
“Do you want my cock in your ass?”
“Yes…sir,” Morris uttered.
Bill winced as Henrique shoved half of his over ten-inch cock into Morris. Morris rose up and howled, guttural, animalistic. Then he gasped for breath trying to adjust to the stretching of his ass. Henrique held Morris by the waist and tugged outward, just a few slow inches, then he pushed inward, slowly, going deeper than before. He kept it up, sinking deeper and deeper until Morris had every inch.
“Goddamn, you got it all in him,” said Bill, as Morris whimpered like a puppy.
“Will you shut him up?” said Henrique, smiling at Bill.
Bill knew what Henrique was asking, and he moved toward Morris. When he stood at Morris’ head, he was stroking a half hard cock.
“Open up and take me,” said Bill as he wiped his cock across the face, then put it to the mouth which opened willingly, and he pushed forward until Morris struggled to breath. He held Morris by the head and slowly worked his hips. He soon was in sync with Henrique. They pushed inward together, then tugged outward. Together they fucked Morris, slowly, letting the preacher man feel every goddamn inch that slid through his lips and loosened ass.
“Damn, I can’t hold back,” said Henrique.
Bill watched the big man tighten his grip on the waist and fuck. Henrique fucked hard and fast, hips smacking the red ass. The sound of it echoing in the basement spurned him to do the same and he fucked the drooling mouth faster until Morris was choking.
Henrique came first, slamming into the ass and shuddering with release. With cock still buried inside Morris he looked over to Bill and nodded once.
Bill knew what Henrique wanted, and it was to watch him get off in the man’s face. He pulled out of the mouth and with just a few strokes, came in the man’s face. Cum splattered the eyes, roped up the right cheek and into the hair, then wad after wad shot into the open mouth until he was spent and the last of his cum just pooled in the slit. He put his slimy cock into the gasping mouth and pushed forward.
“Clean it off, cocksucker.”
Bill watched Henrique stand at the preacher man’s ass holding a flaccid cock. A spurt of piss, then a steady stream that Henrique aimed at the ass then over the back. Just seeing Henrique relieve himself made Bill need to go, and he took his cock and aimed it at the preacher man’s face. A spurt that hit the open mouth. Then another, and finally the relief of a steady stream that he washed over the man’s head, soaking the hair, then sprayed the face.
Once relieved, Henrique led Bill upstairs for a beer, leaving Morris secured to the table.
Morris was on his knees on the hard cock floor. His head rested on the concrete with a collar securing him to an eyehook anchored in it. Each arm was outstretched, pulled tight and secured to eyehooks. He was moaning and grunting and pleading for Henrique to fuck him. And Henrique was doing just that, fucking Morris’ ass as hard as he could, hips banging against ass. Then Henrique slowed, pulled completely out, hesitated long enough for the hole to start to close up, then he slammed back into it, over and over until both of them were sweating.
Henrique pulled out and stood back, cock flexing with his arousal.
“Your turn,” said Henrique.
Bill stroked his cock a few times, straddled Morris at the hips and buried his cock into him, all the way, pressing his hips against the ass letting the man feel it. Then he used every inch of his eight inches to long dick the loosened ass. He pulled out and slammed back in or fucked as hard as he could, hips smacking against the ass. He fucked until sweat trickled down his face and chest, and he pulled out and stood back.
“Back to you,” said Bill.
Henrique slammed into the ass, then hammered Morris’ insides. It was brutal fuck that made Morris cry and moan and grunt and whimper, and when asked if he wanted Henrique to stop, pleaded with him to keep going. Pleaded with Henrique not to stop.
Henrique fucked until nearing release, and he pulled out, not ready to come yet. He stood behind Morris, body covered in sweat and cock drooling with his arousal. Bill looked at the big man and his big cock wondering what it would be like to be the one taking it. He wanted it but knew tonight was not the night. Without being told, he moved behind Morris, smacked his cock on the ass, raked the drooling head across the cheeks, then sank all the way inside him. He held tight to the ass feeling his cock flex with his arousal.
“Please…fuck me. Fuck me,” Morris begged.
Henrique smiled at Bill who knew it was no time to play nice. He tugged outward until the head hovered at the opening, then he shoved back into the ass and fucked. Fucked until a sweaty mess and gasping for breath. He was about to pull out and let Henrique get back into that ass when he felt the big man’s hand on his back. He leaned forward as directed, resting on his hands over the prone Morris. He wondered if Henrique meant to fuck him, create a little train to bring them off together, but he knew that was his fantasy and he knew just as well what Henrique intended to do.
Bill felt it, Henrique’s big cock pushing at the base of his own, pushing against Morris’ tightness. There’s no way the preacher man can take both of us, thought Bill. Then he felt the tightest grip on the base of his cock he had ever experienced. He wondered it the squeeze meant to pinch his cock in two. Morris shuddered and cried out beneath him. Then Morris loosened enough to let Henrique begin the process of double penetration. Bill tried to picture it, his own cock whose girth was more than respectable and next to it, an impossibly thick cock. His white cock being rubbed by a big black cock, both inside the preacher man’s ass. Then Henrique began to fuck, to work cock deeper and deeper, rubbing alongside Bill’s cock. Morris banged his head against the floor and whimpered as cocks moved in his ass.
“Jesus…fuck…I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Bill. His cock swelled thicker in the tight confines of Morris’ ass then filled it with his second load. There was some relief, the slickness of his load lubing the tight ass letting Henrique move easier, faster, until he too came, added another load into the preacher man’s ass.
Bill sat in the swing on the back porch, naked, cock flaccid, nursing a water. Across from him in a wood chair, leaning back with long legs stretched out, just as naked, sat Henrique. He looked at the big man. The mat of hair over the chest, the large nipples, both with silver bars through them. He looked at the flat stomach that spoke to a regular gym routine, then he looked at the flaccid cock that was still nearly six inches long.
“How long will we leave him in that cage?” asked Bill.
“Until I’m ready for one more fuck. What about you? You got a third in ya?”
Bill chuckled, then nodded. “It’ll be along fuck for it takes me forever to get off a third time.”
“Me too. He’ll stop begging for us to fuck by the time we finish with him.”
Bill noticed how quiet the early hours of morning were. No traffic, no sounds of people stirring, or even a dog barking. He looked over at Henrique and saw the big man staring back.
“What?”
“I was just wondering why the two of us never hooked up?”
“It always seemed like one of us already had found some ass for the night.”
“So, you find me attractive?”
“You’re joking right,” said Bill. “Of course.” He looked down at his body, one not as muscular, without the piercings and wondered how Henrique viewed him. “And do I measure up?”
Henrique laughed, then rubbed a foot along Bill’s leg. “More than that sack of shit caged up in the basement.” It was stated sarcastically, but Bill heard the seriousness behind it.
“Yeah?”
“Why don’t we go out one night this week.”
“I’d like that.”
Henrique stood, tossed his empty bottle into a recycle bin by the door. “Come on, let’s go and finish the fucker.”
Morris swung in a small slow circle, hanging from the ceiling. His arms were pulled up and his legs pulled back, knees up and tied spread wide apart. It left the head hanging back and the ass spread wide.
“You can go first,” said Henrique.
“Why, thank you,” Bill replied sarcastically as he stroked his cock to full hardness and moved up to the naked body hanging before them.
He held the legs and smacked his cock across the ass and once the head caught at the opening, he pushed through it and sank halfway into the ass. Morris grunted and shivered as the cock penetrated him again. Bill smiled as he felt the quivering in the legs. Then he began to fuck. He fucked with a steady rhythm while holding the body still by the legs. He pushed all the way into the ass, hammered his cock inside it, then slow fucked to savor the feel of every inch sinking into the preacher man’s ass.
Bill fucked until the need for release, feeling his muscles tighten and his cock grow so sensitive his rhythm was thrown off. As the surge of release coursed through him, he slammed into the ass all the way, then shuddered with every ejaculation.
Bill had barely pulled out when Henrique was standing in place and pushing inch after thick inch into the ass. Bill stood to the side and watched as the cock disappeared in the preacher man’s ass and when Henrique was pressed up against it, Bill leaned over and kissed him. “Nice…now fuck him.”
Henrique fucked with a strength that surprised Bill. Henrique would slam into the ass then pull nearly out. Over and over until sweat was trickling down his chest. Then he stood still and swung Morris back and forth, impaling him on his cock.
“Let’s play some more,” said Henrique, pulling out and squatting down. Bill watched him rub the ass, scoop up the cum trickling out of it and push it back in, then finger it. Two fingers. Three fingers. Four. Henrique kept stretching the opening, pushing four fingers, then most of his hand in the ass.
“You think he can take it?” asked Bill.
“Can you take it?” asked Henrique.
“Y-y-y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s,” Morris replied.
Henrique began to work the thumb in with the rest of his hand, twisting and turning it, pushing in and pulling out, over and over, until slowly the ass opened wide letting the big man’s hand slip into the ass. Henrique held wrist deep and looked up at Bill with a wicked smile.
“You want me to stop?” Henrique asked Morris.
“N-n-n-o-o,” Morris replied.
Henrique pulled his hand out, then pushed it back in, feeling the opening loosen to his fisting. He pushed deeper, slowly, working half his arm into the preacher man’s ass.
“Jesus, look at his cock,” said Bill.
Henrique and Bill watched Morris’ cock rise off the stomach, flex and drool as the fist worked the depths of the ass. Then it swelled thicker and ejaculated wad after wad of cum onto Morris’ chest and stomach.
“Fucker gets off on it,” said Henrique as he twisted his arm feeling the ass spasm around it as the cock spurt its load.
Morris was on what looked like a bed, but instead of a mattress it was a plywood platform covered in black vinyl. The iron headboard had clips and eyehooks welded to it, with a few now in use. Morris was on his back, hands pulled out to the posts of the headboard and secured. His ankles were cuffed and pulled up and back to the top of each post, raising and spreading the ass. Henrique was on his knees fucking the ass with a brutal pace. He slammed into Morris so hard the headboard banged the wall. Morris cried out and pleaded for him to come. Eventually, after a long hard fuck, Henrique came.
Bill moved into place, wiped the cum leaking out of the ass with his cock, and pushed cum and cock into it. He slow fucked, fucked fast and rough, then he pulled out, released the legs so he could straddle the chest. He put his slimy cock in Morris’ face, wiped cum across it, then pushed it into the open mouth.
“That’s right, Rev. Morris, suck this man’s cock.”
The eyes grew wide with a look of shock and fear, but the mouth kept working the cock until Bill finally came again, spurting cum into the suctioning mouth.
Bill pulled into his drive after another long day on a construction site. He pulled the mail out of the box and entered his home. Keys dropped onto the table; he began to shuffle through it. Another offer for a credit card, a flyer for some condo project at the beach, another offer for his house, and a letter from his mom. Despite calling her at least once a week, she still wrote the occasional letter. It was her way of telling him the things she had forgotten during their last phone call. But he also knew it was something she enjoyed, this nearly lost art of letter writing and it was a way for her to tell him things in detail.
His aunt was back in the hospital, and he should send her a card. The Nelson’s barn burned down, and it looked like arson. His sister was coming Thanksgiving, and did he think he would make it this year. And did he remember that preacher at Sanctity? Last weekend the preacher resigned effective immediately and within three days was packed up and gone. She knew he didn’t like him, but she thought the preacher had been nice enough, although she could never stand their fire and brimstone style.
Bill smiled at the thought of that sanctimonious ass running away. He couldn’t wait to tell Henrique. It reminded him he needed to get upstairs to shower and change for Henrique was coming over in an hour.
