Matt the Preachers Kid

This story involves hot man-on-man sex. If this offends you, is illegal in your jurisdiction, or you are underage, please leave now.

Multiple perspective point of view disclaimer: As a long time fan of major bestselling fantasy authors, such as Robert Jordan or Raymond E. Feist, I am a fan of multiple perspective point of view in stories. If you do not like MPPOV, then this story will probably not appeal to you.

Various poppers used in this story are trademarked by their manufacturers - no trademark infringement intended.

Viagra(R) is a registered trademark of Pfizer - no trademark infringement intended.

Cherry Coke is a registered trademark of Coca-Cola Company - no trademark infringement intended.

Malibu Rum is a registered trademark of their manufacturer - no trademark infringement intended.

I don't plan to use any protection in my stories, but remember, in real life, wrap it up! Also, this story mixes popper usage with Viagra(R) - don't try this in real life, or the effects can be deadly!

God damn, I thought to myself, I wish Dad would wrap up this boring ass sermon. I was ready to get out of church and into something more comfortable. Sadly, it was about 10 more minutes before Dad wrapped up his sermon.

As I was waiting in line to shake hands with Dad following the services, I noticed that the line had stopped while a young man I had never seen was speaking to Dad. Finally, I made it to Dad as the young man was standing behind my father talking with my mother.

"Great job, Dad!"

"Thanks, Matt."

"Don't forget that I am going to Scrapper's to grab a bite to eat and over to Jeff's afterwards since he's supposed to be back in town this afternoon."

"Yes, I remember, but don't forget that Worship Service starts at 7 p.m. tonight. I expect you here on- time. "

"Sure, that should not be a problem. Jeff & I are just planning to study for tomorrow's Chemistry test."

"Sounds good, son. Before you go, I would like you to meet John Carmichael. His father is the late Sam Carmichael of Carmichael Industries."

At this, Mr. Carmichael turned from my mother, who was getting embroiled in another conversation, stepped forward, and shook my hand.

"Mr. Carmichael, I would like for you to meet my son, Matt."

"Matt, it's a pleasure to meet you," stated Mr. Carmichael as he pumped my hand. Not that I particularly noticed, but Mr. Carmichael was a rather striking man. He appeared to be in his late 20's, 6'2" or so, golden blonde hair and hazel eyes. I would peg his weight around 175 or 180. It was apparent he had a nice body from the fit of his tailored suit.

"Mr. Carmichael, it's great to meet you as well!"

"Mr. Carmichael recently moved back to town to assume the mantle of his Dad's position at the corporate office and is looking for a home church, son."

"That's great. I think you will really like it here, if you decide to join! I hate to cut it short, but I have to grab a bite to eat and head over to a friend's house to study. It was definitely a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Carmichael! Dad, I will see you and Mom tonight. Tell her I said bye since she's in deep conversation with Ms. Vickers."

"Will do, son. Good luck with the studying!"

"Thanks, Dad! Look forward to seeing you again, Mr. Carmichael!"

"Likewise, Matt, likewise!"

"Jack! What's up?"

"Hey Gino, I need a favor."

"Oh geez, what kind of scam are you running now?"

"Ha! No scam just working on seducing this Preacher's Kid I met this morning."

"Damn, Jack, you move fast!"

"Well this kid is coming to your restaurant for lunch by himself. I'm hoping that you are having a very busy Sunday and all the tables are full."

"Well, I am down to two tables, I can save you one. Neither are the best seats in the house."

"That will be perfect! Save me one and if it's not too much trouble, could you put some of your staff on break so they are using the other table? I would like it so that you look totally full! I can ask the PK if he would like to join me instead of waiting on a table."

"You're bad, Jack! That's not a problem. I just had Gabe put a reserved sign on your table, and I have customer's heading inside now. So I should have a nice queue by the time you arrive."

"Great! You are the best, Gino! Couple of things, the kid doesn't know me as Jack yet, just John Carmichael. If you could have Gabe be our server that would be fantastic. Tell him there's a big tip if he's super flirty with us, bordering on the scandalous. Also, make sure he knows not to call me Jack, just Mr. Carmichael."

"Done, my friend."

"Thanks so much! See you in a few!"

Jesus, a 20 minute wait! Looks like Scrapper's is on the busy side today, I told myself. Maybe I will just go grab something at Taco Bell instead.

"Matt?"

I turned at the sound of my name.

"Mr. Carmichael! Fancy meeting you here! Hope you are not in a hurry, there is a 20 minute wait for a seat."

Mr. Carmichael laughed at that.

"Maybe for you, Matt, but I have a standing table reservation. I don't have anyone with me today, so you are more than welcome to join me, if you would prefer not to wait. I'm sure you know with a Sunday lunch crowd, the wait will probably be more like 30 or 40 minutes since people like to visit."

"That would be great, Mr. Carmichael. Are you sure I wouldn't be intruding?"

"Not at all!"

"Mr. Carmichael, a pleasure to see you again," said the young waiter. "I will be your personal waiter today. Your table is ready, and I apologize that we filled up quicker than usual. Your usual table was gone before we could put a reserved sign on it."

"That's quite ok, Gabe. Matt here is my guest today, so he will be dining with me."

"Matt, it's a pleasure to provide service to you and Mr. Carmichael today. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there is anything at all I can do to make your dining experience more pleasurable," Gabe stated as he caressed my arm as he helped me into my seat.

"So, Gabe, how is Stefan doing?" asked Mr. Carmichael.

"Stefan is Stefan! At times he can be the most impossible of boyfriends! It makes me happy that we have such an open relationship!" Gabe amusingly stated as he winked at me. "Let me give you a few minutes and I will be back for your drink and food order."

"Thanks Gabe!" exclaimed Mr. Carmichael as Gabe walked away.

"So, do you come here often, Matt?"

"Typically a couple times a month, Mr. Car . . ."

"Matt, you can cut the Mr. Carmichael shit," he laughed. "Most people call me John while my friends call me Jack. I definitely hope we can be friends, Matt."

"Sure, Joh...I mean, Jack."

"Better, Matt, much better! So Matt, tell me about the preacher's kid we call Matt."

"Well what would you like to know?"

"How about everything there is to know?"

"Wow, that's quite a bit! Lemme see. Well, I'm a senior at LaGrange High. I just started my Senior year a couple of weeks ago. Typically an A/B student. I love to read, mostly Science Fiction/Fantasy, some horror and mystery. I LOVE comic books! I play soccer. I belong to several clubs at school, and I recently turned 18."

"Sounds like quit the STUDent, Matt!"

"Gentlemen, story to keep you waiting. What can I get you to drink?" Gabe inquired.

"If it's ok with Matt, Gabe, I would like some of that specially imported Italian soda Gino keeps in back, if he has any left."

Rubbing his arm down Jack's arm, Gabe responded, "for you, he always has some available!"

"Great! Matt, are you ok with that?"

"I've never tried it, Jack, but I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Good boy, Matt!"

"Matt," stated Gabe as he placed both hands on my shoulders to massage towards my neck, "what would you like to order?"

"Wait," stated Jack, "let me guess. Would you like the filet mignon, Matt?"

"That's my favorite here, Jack. How did you know?"

"Just a lucky guess! Gabe, however Matt wants that prepared and I will have my usual."

"As you wish, Mr. Carmichael," Gabe huskily responded as he massaged deep into my shoulder before easing up and walking away to place our orders.

"Wow, Gabe is really touchy-feely, isn't he, Jack?"

"You know, I seldom notice it anymore. Gabe is a great kid! He is very tactile. The more he touches you it just means the more interested he is in you."

"What!"

"I think he definitely likes you, Matt. Gabe is a really sexual person. If it weren't for his boyfriend, Stefan, being into open relationships, I don't know how those two would survive. Gabe isn't capable of being the monogamous type."

"Well, I really don't know what to say to that, Jack. Other than rumors about who is gay at school, I don't really know any gay people."

"You would probably be surprised at the number of gay people you actually know, Matt... So, getting back to you, I can't help but to notice that you didn't mention anything about a girlfriend."

"Nothing to mention, Jack. I'm single."

"No shit? I would assume a guy like you would be all into the pussy by now!"

"Excuse me," I stammered as my face turned scarlet.

"Sorry, Matt! I didn't mean to embarrass you! It's just the PK stereotype, bad boy and all. Most PK's I know are all about pussy, so I just assumed you would be hooking up with someone."

"No, it's ok. That might be true of some PK's, but not for me. I've never really dated anyone. Most of my friend's were going out on dates as young as 12 or 13 years old. My Mom believed that was inappropriate and refused to allow me to go on dates with anyone until I was 16. By the time 16 came around, everyone else was so experienced in the dating world, that I was kinda embarrassed to be such a newb at it. "

"Fuck, Matt! That's such bullshit that your parent's forced you to live like that! By your age, a boy should know all about pussy! Sorry you've had to endure that crap! Can't believe you haven't gotten your dick wet, yet! You don't know what the fuck you're missing out on!"

"Well, keep in mind that when Dad finally sat me down at 15 to explain the birds and bees, he drilled into me that any sex outside of marriage was a sin, and that marital sex was primarily for procreation. I've been taught that my whole life. So I am still a virgin and have been saving my virginity as a gift to my future wife."

"Dude, you need to experience so much more in life before making that kinda decision! It's all well and good to understand historically and culturally that our society considered marriage sacred and kept it on a pedestal, but we've come such a long way since then. We now understand that sometimes a guy just needs a good fuck!"

"A little blunt there, aren't you, Jack?" I laughed.

"Ha! Sorry, Matt! I get a little pissed when people get puritanical about something as life affirming, healthy, and positive as sex! Changing the subject, you said you were into comic books, right?

"Definitely!"

"After lunch, would you like to come over to my place? I have multiple Spider-Man #1 issues autographed by Todd McFarlane himself as well as all the multiple X-Men #1 issues."

"Holy Shit! - Sorry - I mean, yes, I would love to come see those."

Laughing, "It's ok, Matt, Holy Shit is right! Don't think a second thing about it. Listen Gabe is about to bring our food over and I need to hit the bathroom. Bump phones with me so we can exchange contact info in case we get separated when you follow me home."

"Sure," I stated as I bumped phones with Jack.

"I will be back in a few minutes, but feel free to start without me."

"Hi Jack! How's it going?"

"Everything is going to plan! Believe it or not, the kid is a total virgin, Chase!"

"God damned! It's gonna be sweet when you pop that cherry!"

"Ha, seriously! He's coming back to my place to see some comic books after lunch."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, poor sheltered preacher's kid! So, I want you to launch your tracking app so you can see when I leave here. I want you to put those pot brownies in the oven so they can finish baking. Set out several joints in the strategic locations as well as poppers. He's trying the special "Italian soda" now, so mix up some of that. Launch the macro to start the cams streaming and recording, as well as, sending out a message to the group that I'm bringing a Preacher Kid virgin back to my place. Tell them we don't guarantee any action, but we hope to get some going!"

"Sure, I will handle it, boss! I can't believe he fell for the "Italian soda" routine! Which rum are they using there?"

"Gino sent me a text telling me that it was Malibu Rum and Cherry Coke. I'm limiting the kid's intake so he isn't too buzzed to drive. Make this batch extra, extra strong, as well as adding a couple of finely crushed Viagra(R) tablets to the bottle. Oh, and I'm sending you his contact info, it's got his address, cell, email, facebook, twitter, and IM address. Let our members know if this goes successfully, we will be releasing that info to them in the future."

"On it! I will have everything set-up and man the control room."

"Just make sure that the cams record everything!"

"You got it, Jack! Look forward to you breaking him in!"

"The final thing is go on the porn server and pick files from the CF/Lucas folder to stream to all the monitors/TV's in the house. Queue up one straight scene, a bi-scene where some guy comes in after Lucas and whoever starts fucking, a gay scene that's just guy-on-guy, two gay threesomes/groups/orgies to alternate with guy-on-guy.

"Already have them queued up, Boss! You are good to go!"

"Great! Start them playing about two minutes before we get there. Gino, just walked in, so I have to go!"

"Sorry to interrupt, Jack."

"It's no problem, Gino. I wanted to speak to you anyway."

"Ha! That's why I'm back here. You always want to speak to me when you are running one of these scams!"

"Gino, Gino, Gino! I would hardly call this a scam. This is the art of transforming a sweet, innocent, virginal preacher's kid into a total pussy boy! It takes work to transform such naive guys like this into the pussy boys they were born to be! I don't want to scare him off before I've had the chance to bury my babies deep in his puss!"

Laughing, Gino responds, "It's always about the pussy boys with you, Jack!"

"Damn straight! Someone has to teach them their place! Anyway, if you can spare him, would you please give Gabe the rest of the afternoon off after about an hour or so?"

"How come?"

"Well, I haven't had time to let Gabe flirt and get as scandalous as he can while waiting on us, so I thought I would reward him by letting him help me break in the PK. "

"Fucker! You are gonna reward Gabe before me?" laughs Gino.

"Well, I've already planted the seeds that Gabe is a very sexual person that is attracted to Matt, so hopefully it won't freak him out as bad if Gabe catches us in the act and I offer Matt's pussy to Gabe."

"Yeah, yeah! I can spare Gabe, but you owe me, fucker!"

"Thanks! Have him show up at my place about an hour after we leave here. Tell him to come to the back door when he arrives. I will have Chase switch the green light on if I'm successful getting into the PK's pussy so that Gabe knows it's ok to come in. The red light will be on if I haven't succeeded yet. Gabe can watch the light from the gazebo, and if I'm not successful, let him know I will make it worth his while."

"OK, Jack. I will let him know! Have fun, but don't break the PK before I get the chance to drop my babies up his cunt too!"

"Ha Ha! You got it, Gino! Remind Gabe that I am streaming this live today so he's not surprised and knows what to expect."

"Wow, I had no idea that you had such a large home, Jack!"

"Yeah, it's the family home. My Grandfather had it built after Carmichael Industries became a major success. Both Dad and I have added our own touches to modernize the inside and make it reflect our personal tastes. Sorry for not taking you in through the front, but it's just easier entering through the kitchen."

"I totally understand! I just appreciate you offering to let me see those comics!"

"It's really no problem! So, how did you like that Italian soda, Matt?"

"It was ok, much sweeter than I'm used too. Tasted a little funky, but not in a bad way."

"Yeah, Italian Soda can be an acquired taste. Scrapper's is the only restaurant in the area that I've found that carries any, but even it's not the good stuff. I'm just glad they use the cherry flavored base."

"There are other kinds?"

"Most definitely. Let me get you a tall glass of Italian soda so you can taste some of the good stuff. This one will be better than what Scrapper's has."

"Thanks, Jack!"

"Here you go, kid! Bottoms up!"

Jack watches as Matt takes a deep swallow of the cherry coke and rum. As Matt sits his 3/4 full glass on the table, Jack tops it off with more "Italian soda."

"So what do you think, Matt?"

"Wow, it is different! Not in a bad way, just quite different. Looks a little lighter than the one at Scrappers. Although it's barely noticeable, it seemed to have a little gritty texture to it."

"Damn, kid! That's a good catch! Most people don't notice that gritty texture. Something tells me you are going to be quite the wine connoisseur one day!"

"Not hardly, Jack! I've been taught my whole life that drinking alcohol is a sin and can be dangerous, so I've never tried it, and have no plans to at this point," I stated as I drank some more of the soda. Again, Jack topped it off for me as I sat it down.

"Well, Matt, I have to be honest, I've never seen alcohol as a sin, I mean, for fuck's sake, Jesus turned water into wine at a wedding in the Bible. If it was good enough for Jesus, it's good enough for me! I'm not telling you to go out and start drinking, but keep an open mind about everything. Once you are out from under your parent's, you might want to re-evaluate some of your religious upbringing. You can drink too much and become an alcoholic, so I obviously am talking about drinking in moderation. "

"Thanks, Jack, I will keep that in mind."

DING, DING

"Great! My brownies are done!"

"What?"

"Oh, my oven, it's state of the art. I mixed up some fiber brownies before church this morning and put them in the oven. I sat the oven timer so that the oven wouldn't turn on until after I was well back from church so I would make sure not to overcook them."

As Jack was explaining this, he placed an oven mitt on this right hand and retrieved his brownies. He placed the brownies on a hot pad in front of me on the table as he grabbed a pie server. Opening a cabinet, he reached in and pulled out two paper plates, sitting one in front of me and one at his seat across from me. I noticed he had only drunk a quarter of his much smaller glass of soda. Somehow, he had time to top mine off again.

"Here Matt! You have to try one of these fiber brownies! They are just too fucking good!"

Saying this, Jack cuts me a generous portion of the brownie and surprised me as the placed one hand to the side of my face in an almost gentle caress. I lightly feel his fingers touching me as he brings the other hand with the brownie in it straight to my mouth."

"Be a good boy, and try this brownie Matt. I'm pretty sure you've never had anything quite like my brownies!"

As I'm looking into those hazel eyes, I can't help but opening my mouth for him and letting him feed me the brownie while his other hand strokes my face.

"That's a very good boy, Matt! How was it?"

"It's strange. I mean I taste the chocolate but I've never had a brownie quite like this. The texture isn't like any other brownie I've ever tried either."

"I'm glad you like it, Matt! Listen, I am going to go change out of this suit into some lounge shorts to make myself comfortable. I will grab the comics and head back. There is a bathroom to the right and a laundry room beside that. I know you didn't plan on hanging here today, so if you would like to change out of that suit of yours, there are a few pairs of clean lounge shorts in the laundry room. Feel free to help yourself. "

"Thanks, Jack! I didn't plan to stay that long ..."

"I know, Matt, but I also know what's it like when you start looking at comics. Time can fly by before you know it. I know I will be more comfortable in just my lounge shorts, and I'm pretty sure you will be more comfortable out of your suit, but do what makes you feel the most comfortable. When you are finished in the bathroom, the entertainment room is through the door to your left. Make yourself at home, boy!"

As Jack left the room, I got up from the table feeling a little wobbly and light-headed. It felt like I was staggering as I made my way to the bathroom to take a leak. When I finished I walked into the laundry room to find some very thin, flimsy, silky lounge shorts.

Well, I thought, Jack is right. I feel like I am burning up in this suit. I think I will change into these lounge shorts.

I've never had so much trouble in undressing before, but finally, I was stripped down to my white boxer briefs and a t-shirt. I pulled the silky lounge shorts on feeling them sensually caress my legs as I slid them up.

As I staggered back into the kitchen, I noticed that I had almost finished my glass of Italian Soda. I got some more ice from the fridge and topped my glass off. I decided to make my way into the entertainment room.

As I entered the entertainment room I was greeted by a surround sound system that was pumping out some serious moans and groans. On the 60" flat screen, I couldn't help but notice the attractive blonde male vigorously banging the shit out of some big titted female. I couldn't help it; my cock sprang to attention watching the guy nail this chick.

I noticed that it seemed to be a little odd. Granted, I haven't watched a lot of porn in my life. My parents would kill me if they ever thought I was doing something like that! What porn I had watched typically focused on the girl. Those were like the guy was just a stand-in for any guy, but this was different. The camera focused on the guy doing the fucking. It showed close-ups of his cock penetrating the pussy, showed the muscles in the guy's ass allowing him to thrust his cock deep in her cunt. It was like the camera lovingly caressed his body.

I slowly made my way to the sofa and sat down. I took a gulp of my soda before sitting it on the end table beside me. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been. It felt like a rigid steel beam. It felt larger than its typical 7" hard. It felt larger around than its typical Red Bull can thickness. It was so hard it was hurting like a motherfucker!

I'm sure my eyes must have glazed over as I lost myself in watching the porn. I tried, I really tried, but I just had to readjust my cock in my briefs. As my hand reached into my shorts, it felt so good to wrap my hand around that struggling cock. My cock was so god damned hard that it just felt like I needed to let it breathe some fresh air. It was crazy! I felt so light-headed and I just couldn't think straight! So god damned fucking horny! I slowly felt my other hand taking the lounge shorts and boxer briefs and lowering them until the band was pressing into the underside of my balls. With one hand I began caressing my nuts, and with the other, I slowly started stroking my cock until precum was oozing out of my cumslit.

I couldn't take my eyes off the guy fucking the chick. This was one of the hottest porn's I had ever seen. I got lost in the haze of the porn. I have no clue how long I was lost as I sat there fisting my pulsating cock.

"Matt, I'm sorry, I couldn't find those comics I told you about, they must still be in transit from across country," I heard Jack say as he started to enter the room.

I heard his voice, but I had a hard time processing that if I didn't stop stroking my cock, I was going to get busted. I was mid-stroke as Jack walked in wearing nothing but a pair of lounge shorts while I was trying to pull my hand from my cock.

"Whoa, there boy! God fucking damn! I am so sorry about barging in like that! I didn't realize my porn would have this affect on a good little PK like you," Jack laughed.

"Huh," I retorted while slowly moving my hand from my cock as my whole body turned scarlet at the humiliation of being caught in such a compromising position.

"Don't stop stroking on my account, Matt! I'm always fucking horny, so I always have porn streaming throughout the house. It's so natural now, that I tend to forget about it, and I didn't think to warn you before you found it. It feels so damn good to get lost in the pleasure of that cock, doesn't it, Matt?"

"I'm so sorry, Jack," I stammered, "I don't know what came over me! I walked in and my cock just sprang up, it's so hard and won't go down! I really, really need to be going!"

"Matt, don't even think about going until you get that cock off. Honestly, you stroking off in my house doesn't faze me in the least. Your cock is oozing precum so I know you desperately need to blow that boy load. Stroke it, Matt, stroke it, boy!"

I couldn't help myself, as my hand resumed pumping my throbbing, pulsating 7" shaft. I don't understand what is happening to me. How can I be doing this in front of Jack? This is so unlike me, and yet, I can't help myself!

"That's it, boy! Take your finger and tease that head. Coat it in your precum."

It felt so hot submitting to the demands of this older man. I knew I shouldn't, but I just had to ...

"No, Jack, I really shouldn't. This is so wrong."

"There's nothing wrong about it, boy. Lift that precum coated finger to your mouth and lick it clean."

Without any thought, my body reacted just as Jack asked, or was it ordered? I swirled my tongue around the finger, tasting every drop of precum.

"Damn, you are such a good boy! Bet you love the taste of that precum, don't ya?"

"Mmmmm-hmmmm."

"Ok, Matt, it's time to get comfortable if you're gonna bate that cock. Pull off those shorts while I pull off mine and join you."

For the first time, I really looked at Jack. He reminded me so much of the guy in the porn. Jack had a hard body. Ripped abs, Apollo's belt, well-defined pecs, big nipples, he was fairly smooth with just a light dusting of hair along his legs. His cock had been seriously straining his lounge shorts. I noticed as he dropped those shorts that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock sprung out and smacked above his belly button on those taunt, smooth, well-tanned abs.

God damned, thought Jack, this fucking slut is going to be so easy to flip into a cum hungry pussy boy! Fucking preacher kids are all the same - sluts, all of them!

I can't claim I was surprised at walking in on Matt as he was pounding that cock of his. Chase and I were watching from the control room every move Matt made in my house. It was funny watching the PK lose control and flip out when he walked in on the porn. Thanks to the alcohol, pot brownies, and Viagra(R), it was easy as fuck to get this little bitch worked up.

Matt has a great body, but I already knew that. One of the pussy boys I previously flipped turned me onto Matt. That pussy boy was one of Matt's fellow students and a pothead who hated how "goodie- goodie" the PK was. He wanted to see Matt reduced to a fucking cum dump. He secretly snapped pix of Matt in the locker room & around school, got all the details on Matt's likes and dislikes, and most importantly let me know where Matt's Dad preached. Can't believe the dumb shit fell for the comic book routine!

Matt has a nice well-defined lean body. Doesn't look like a hair on his body anywhere other than under his arms and few smatterings of hair on his lower legs. Like most "straight" guys, he didn't trim his pubes, but he would learn all about that! Matt was 5'10" with what you call either a dark blonde or light brown hair. His abs were definitely ripped! His cock was a surprise though! I wasn't expecting a 7" thick, cut, cock with nice low-hangers. I was expecting more of a clit with him being a sexless PK, but not to worry, he'd soon learn that his cock was nothing more than a handle for moving him about during a hot fuck.

Chase and I would have watched Matt stroke his cock longer, but Matt was stroking too hard and fast. It wouldn't do any good to let the bitch blow his load too soon. Kids like him don't appreciate the art of edging or making it last. Need to reprogram this PK to learn it's not about his cock; it's about him getting pleasure from pleasing another cock.

I couldn't help but notice that Matt's eyes were seriously glazed as he was lost in the porn when I walked in. He was right where I wanted him.

After we had both stripped down, I sat on the sofa with Matt, just close enough that our legs could press against each other. I threw my left arm around Matt's shoulder as I pulled him into me.

Time to start reprogramming this bitch!

"That's it, Matt. Stroke it, boy! Work that cock!" I stated as I pressed my leg into his as I slowly stroked my cock up and down.

"Stroke, stroke, stroke, wait, wait, wait, Pump, Pump, Pump. That's it, Matt! Get lost in the cock, feel it, be it, one with the cock! Mastur-fucking-bate!"

I watched Matt as he followed my instructions. I had the kid chanting "pump, pump, pump, wait, wait, wait, pump, pump, pump" as he would do a full cock stroke up and down with his tight fist coming totally off his cock before his cock fucked back into his fist for each time he heard the word pump or stroke. The kid could not stroke his cock any faster than the cadence of "pump, pump, pump, wait, wait, wait, pump, pump, pump." He would do a complete stroke for each pump, and for each wait, he had to wait just as long before he could stroke his cock again with his fist pushing down on the base of his cock, flaring that cockhead. I had him vary the frequency of the chant.

It was a helluva lot of fun turning this preacher's kid into my personal bate monkey and getting him to bate to the pace I set!

"That's it, boy. Slow it down, make it last. Look at the porn. Watch Lucas as he fucks that bitch! Watch his cock slam into her cunt, watch his ass contract! Pump, pump, pump, wait, wait, wait, pump, pump, pump! Look at Lucas' cock! See how perfect it is."

Matt was glistening with a nice sheen of sweat as he was losing himself to the bate. It's time to heat this bitch up some more.

"That's it, boy! Pump, pump, pump, wait, wait, wait, pump, pump, pump!" I shouted at Matt as I reached over and grabbed the poppers Chase sat out. This is going to be fun! Chase sat out six different types of poppers! This PK will be a fucking popper whore before I'm done with him! Thankfully, Chase had already removed the plastic wrap from each bottle. I grabbed a bottle of Blue Boy and shook it up.

"Pump, pump, pump, wait, wait, wait, pump, pump, pump!" I screamed at Matt as I twisted the lid off the blue boy and help it up to the boy's nose.

"Breathe deeply through your right nostril, boy."

"What ..."

"Fucker, no questions, just fucking breathe as deep as you can and hold your breath until I give you permission to breathe."

Like a good, well trained popper slut, Matt inhaled deeply, as I shut his left nostril and slowly counted 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10. I was impressed, Matt still had a little more he could inhale.

"Hold it, Matt, fucking hold that breath until I give you permission to release. When you feel like you can't hold it anymore, grunt like a little piggy, BUT YOU FUCKING HOLD IT UNTIL I SAY 'RELEASE'!"

"Stroke that cock, Matt, keep stroking it slowly. Feel those vapors crawl from your lungs down to your balls. Feel them filling up your balls, fueling your cock, fueling your bate. Let them take you there."

I was impressed; the boy was holding his breath like a popper jock!

Finally I heard the grunt "unhhh unhhh uhhh."

"That's it, you fucking little bitch! Fucking hold it, slut!"

"unhhh unhhh unhhh!"

"Fucking RELEASE you god damned whore! Keep stroking that fucking cock!"

As Matt gasped for air, I bent down and bit into his right nipple while I viciously twisted his left tit with my hand.

"Pump, pump, pump, wait, wait, wait, pump, pump, pump!"

Matt was really getting lost in the fucking bate, moaning like the cheap slut he was becoming, while I held the poppers up to his left nostril.

"Breathe deeply through your left nostril, bitch! Breathe until you can't fucking breathe anymore," as I clamped down on his right nostril.

"Same as before, slut!"

Matt inhaled the vapors deeply, and I mean fucking deeply. As soon as he was done, I closed the bottle, sat it down and blazed up one of the joints that Chase left out.

As soon as Matt was released to exhale, I held the joint up to his mouth before the PK reopened his eyes. I told him to inhale as deep as he could through his mouth. Poor PK didn't know what hit him before he had a good cough going on.

"Fucker, inhale through the mouth again and hold those vapors in until you can't hold it anymore."

We blazed through that joint until Matt had inhaled almost the whole thing, with me taking a few token hits.

Then I hit the bitch with the poppers again on each nostril.

"That's it, bitch! Pump, pump, pump, wait, wait, wait, pump, pump, pump! Stroke that cock, boy!"

Matt's hand was flying up and down on that shaft, his pumping was getting faster. I could see the shudders started to travel through his young body as he was losing himself in the bate and moaning like a fucking $2 whore.

"Hands off, bitch! Stop!" I shouted at Matt as I grabbed this wrist and pulled it off.

The kid had a fully glazed look going on his eyes as he was lost in the bliss of his bate.

"Wipe that precum off with your finger, bitch, and lick it up. Don't stop until you have all of it!" I ordered as I twisted both his nips.

"MMMMMMM" Matt moaned as he licked the precum off his fingers after teasing his head for all the precum it had. The fucking kid had a lot! Those balls of his must be cum factories as much as this bitch was oozing pre!

Matt was barely intelligible but I asked him if he knew why I told him to stop. He could only respond with a groaned "nooooo!"

"You are fucking bating too damn fast, Matt. At the rate you are bating, you'd pop that load in no time. Never, ever fucking rush to orgasm, Matt. Ride the edge. Just get to where you can live on that edge of that feeling where you feel like you gotta cum for hours but you don't. That's the path to happiness and bliss."

"Wha . . ."

"It's ok, Matt. I know you were brought up believing the wrong fucking things, but I'm going to help you find your place and a religion you will gladly fall to your knees for. You want to learn all about this, right, Matt?"

With a glaze look, Matt responded " Yeah."

"Good bitch! I want you to get on your knees between my legs, Matt. I want you to lean in and watch closely as I bate."

Like the cumslut he was going to become, Matt obediently dropped to his knees and was so damn close to my cock. Not much longer, I thought to myself.

"That's it, Matt! Watch as I pump my fucking cock. Watch my hand as it slowly works up my big, fat, 9" cock. Pump, pump, pump, wait, wait, wait, pump, pump, pump!"

As I uttered the chant, Matt's hand dropped to his cock and began mirroring my every stroke.

"That's it, bitch! You're such a good fucking slut!"

I led Matt in a slow pump for a good 20 minutes while he was mesmerized by my bate. Watching my cock throb, pulse, ooze. I knew the kid's knees had to be killing him by now, but I didn't fucking care. I taught him about polishing the apple. Taught him about pressing into the base so hard that he flared that cockhead.

I kept bringing myself to the edge and backing down, over and over and over. I never let Matt get that close to the edge. I knew the kid would tip over if I let him get too worked up, and I had plans for this cock hungry little slut.

Eventually, I pulled my hand off my cock so I could blaze another joint. Matt and I casually kept passing it back and forth as we took hits with me coaching him how to get the most out of smoking a joint. Look forward to teaching him about bong hits and shotgun hits, but don't want to freak him out too much.

After we finished the joint, I went back to stroking my cock until I had a good bit of precum oozing all over. Moment of truth time here.

"Matt, take your hand off your cock and use your index finger to collect my precum. I want you to taste it."

I held my breath while waiting to see if Matt was far enough along to take the plunge.

Was there really ever a doubt? Matt unquestioningly scooped up my precum as his index finger made contact with my cockhead. Before long he had that finger at his pretty "soon to be cocksucking" lips and was slurping my juice.

"How is it, Matt?"

"Mmmmm good" as he kept scooping up more pre.

"Oh yeah, that's it!"

As Matt was scooping up my flavor, I grabbed another bottle of poppers. Jungle Juice Platinum this time.

"Fuck boy! Time for some more popper hits!"

I handed Matt the popper bottle and coached him how to hold the bottle to his noise and close the opposite nostril all with the same hand. Poppers 201, I call it. Again I made Matt take hits to both nostrils and hold his breath until he was begging to breathe. Watching the euphoria crawl across him as he experienced a new popper high. Kept my bate going as he was hitting the bottle like the popper pig I was reducing this wholesome, virginal PK into.

"That's it, bitch. Lean in close that cock, get a close fucking look at how a man fucking bates his cock. This is what fucking worship is all about. Watch my fist pray to my cock, slut."

Matt was riveted to my 9" cock. He was so fucking close that I could just shove my cock into his open mouth. Not yet, almost.

"That's it, bitch. Closer to that cock. Look at that pre just oozing out. Smell it. Breathe it deep. Feel your hunger to taste it."

Matt slowly started bringing his hand to my cock to gather up more pre.

"No Matt, not this time. If you want to taste that pre, lick it straight from my cock."

I could see the struggle across Matt's face, but more importantly, I saw the lust and hunger I had awoken in him. Between the popper and pot high, the alcohol, and don't forget the pot brownies, coupled with the Viagra(R) induced hard-on that wouldn't quite, Matt never stood a chance.

Matt's mouth opened wider as he slow extended his tongue. The kid slowly leaned in until his tongue was taking slow sensual swipes around my cockhead!

"Oh fuck, bitch! That's fucking it! Wrap those lips around my cock head and slurp up all that precum."

I don't know what's happening to me, but I can't believe it. A few short hours ago I was at Church and now I'm at Jack's place, on my knees, with his cock in my mouth.

I know I shouldn't be here, I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I just can't stop!

I feel Jack wrap his hands around my head as he says, "Oh fuck, bitch! That's fucking it! Wrap those lips around my cock head and slurp up all that precum."

Jack pushes me down on his massive cock before pulling out. Jack has me lick up and down the sides of his cock tracing the throbbing veins with the tip of my tongue. He instructs me to suck his nuts and give them a hot fucking tongue bath.

"God damned! You're one hot fucking whore, bitch!" Jack says as he runs his cock over my lips like chap stick.

"Open that mouth wide, boy," Jack demands as he slides that cock down my throat.

Jack's cock is so fucking big that I began to feel the need to gag.

"Fuck, that mouth feels so good on my dick, bitch! Take your left thumb and squeeze it as hard as you can in your left fist, boy. That helps minimize the gag reflex in most people, until they get use to it."

I was amazed. I did as Jack instructed and no longer felt the overwhelming urge to gag as his cock began battering my throat. Don't get me wrong, it was still uncomfortable and I could easily have tipped over to having to gag, but I could do this!

Jack wrapped his hands around my head while he put his legs over my shoulders and used his feet to pull me closer into his reclined body as his cock kept thrusting into my mouth.

"Fuck bitch! Pray to that cock, preach to me, slut! God damned! To be so fucking green, you are a great fucking cocksucker!"

Upon hearing "green," Chase knew it was time to flip the light switch to the green light at the back door. Gabe had been patiently sitting out under the gazebo rubbing his cock through his pants, hoping he was going to get this reward.

Gabe walked into Jack's house and began undressing in the kitchen. Gabe was a sultry Hispanic-Anglo mix. He was 5'9" with that wonderful shade of brown skin, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. At 22, Gabe was thin as a rail with nice definition on his 145# frame. He had a killer smile, a wicked sense of humor, and did the boy love to fuck! He was blessed with an 8" uncut piece of fuck meat that he loved to use. Walking into the entertainment room, Gabe took in the scene of a naked Matt sucking Jack's big, fat cock as Jack was stating, "preach to that fucking cock, slut! Show me how preacher kids fucking worship! God damned, bitch! If only your preacher Dad could see what a fucking slut you are."

Jack winked at Gabe as Gabe smiled.

Suddenly, some flashes filled the room as Gabe took several pics on his phone of Matt sucking Jack's cock.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged, Jack," stated Gabe as he showed the camera phone to Jack while Matt pulled off Jack's cock to see Gabe there.

Seeing that Gabe had come in on him sucking cock and snapped some pictures, Matt blushed furiously.

"Bitch, did Jack tell you that you could stop worshipping his cock? No, I don't think so. Suck his fucking cock you stupid whore!"

With a light slap to Matt's face, Jack told him to "keep sucking my dick, bitch!"

"Sorry to walk in on you here, Jack, but I thought I would come over to surprise you after we didn't get much time to talk at the restaurant. Looks like I got here just in time!"

"Ha, you sure did, Gabe! The cocksucker is Matt, he's the Preacher's Kid over at, well, never mind where for now. Believe it or not, until today, this kid was totally virginal! Now he's sucking cock like a two bit whore!"

"Fuck, those PK's really know how to worship!"

"You're telling me! Want to use his throat, Gabe?"

"Fuck, now you are talking!"

"Come sit on the sofa and spread those legs for this faggot, Gabe. Matt, you're a cocksucker now, so it's time you started learning your place. You are here to worship cock and cock alone. You know how great you felt worshipping my cock. Show Gabe the same worship. Besides, you really wouldn't want him to get pissed enough to send your Dad those pictures of you he took while you were enjoying my cock while you are "supposed" to be studying for your chemistry test."

As Gabe sat on the sofa with legs spread wide he said, "Crawl over here, baby! Show me what a good lil cocksucking bitch you are!"

With that glazed look in his eyes, Matt crawled from between Jack's legs over to Gabe's quickly growing cock.

"Bet you've never seen an uncut dick up close, have you, kid? Take a good look, get to know my dick real well, bitch!"

Matt reached for Gabe's cock as he slowly started moving his lips to that cockhead. Slowly Matt stuck his tongue out to start licking at Gabe's cumslit.

"Skin it back, bitch. Use your hand to pull that skin back. Show me that you are a good puta blanca!"

Matt pulled the skin back as he started going down on the dark, spicy cock. Matt Swirled his tongue around Gabe's head before he started taking more and more of that cock down his willing throat.

"Fuck, Jack! Where did you pick this bitch up?"

"Ha! Believe it or not, I found him at Church this morning. I've never met the slut before."

"Damn dude! You have the best luck finding pussy boys!" Gabe stated as he and Jack shared a wink.

"You should been there at the table as we were talking. I'm sure the kid misunderstood me when I asked if he was all 'into the pussy.' He didn't realize I meant if he'd discovered his pussy yet. Go ahead and enjoy yourself, Gabe. It looks like Matt needs a refill on his Italian soda so I will be back in a few."

Fuck, I thought. I didn't mean for this happen. I wound up on my knees sucking Jack's cock and now I'm sucking Gabe off? How the hell did this happen? I'm not even gay, am I?

I felt Gabe lightly caressing my face as he kept pushing his thick cock down my throat. Gabe's hands trailed down to each of my nipples as he started twisting and pinching them.

"Oh yeah, bitch, those tits are nothing but fuck knobs now. Take that dick! Fucking show me that dick of mine is your new God and fucking worship like you've never worshipped before! Pray to that dick, bitch! Fucking choke on it, maricon!"

As Gabe was saying this, he took my head into his hands and rammed that cock until his bush was hitting my nose, those balls were slapping my chin. I was choking and moaning around his big cock, but I couldn't help myself, I had to have it! I wanted it more than anything I've wanted before. It felt natural stretching my throat out as he kept battering my tonsils with his baby maker.

"Fuck, bitch! Suck my god damned cock! Keep it up and you're gonna get my leche, you fucking slut!"

I slobbered all over Gabe's fat cock. Taking it deep as I can, wanting to please him.

"That's it, puta blanca! Show me that my cock is your fucking God! Preach to it, bitch, fucking preach to it! Wanna hear you fucking praying to that cock you fucking worship!"

Gabe's thrusts were getting faster, more violent as I felt his cock expanding down my throat.

"God damn, you mother fucking whore! Take it, puta blanca! Swallow my fucking leche, slut! God dammit, I'm cumming mother fucker, I am fucking cumming! Swallow bitch!"

I felt Gabe's cock expand as he started screaming out me, with a final vicious shove, I felt that cock explode in my mouth, flooding me in cum. The load was almost more than I could handle as he gripped my head in his hands and ordered me to swallow his load.

"Fuck, bitch! You really know how to drain a cock! That's it, just keep sucking, nurse on my cock, slut."

"Damn, you guys that was fucking HOT!" exclaimed Jack as he was standing behind the sofa. "Gabe, give the faggot a break, if you don't mind. Let's catch a breather right quick."

"You heard the man, puta blanca. Off my dick, for now!"

"Here, Matt, drink some more soda. It will help soothe your throat from all the battering it's taken. Gabe, I brought some for us as well. "

Both men watched as I gulped down some of the soda as they sipped at theirs. As I sat my soda down, Jack passed brownies to each of us.

"Gotta keep up that strength, boys!"

Laughingly, Gabe responded, "You aren't shitting me, Jefe! It takes a lot of energy to break in a new one!"

"Well, I think it's about time we move things into the bedroom, boys. Just follow me."