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SATAN'S WORK
by Macout Mann
Chapter 7
Mose did come over to Harold's after lunch Saturday. Harold told his parents that Mose hadn't been by on Saturday for a while, because he'd had to help his dad with some stuff, but now they were going climbing.
Mose was no less uneasy having to get naked with a whole bunch of guys, but he calmed down a lot, when he found out there were other church members in the group. Even more, when he saw that nobody else seemed in the least to be nervous. Lots of guys feeling each other up. Mike and John seemed glad to see him and said they looked forward to getting together with him.
Timothy began the service as usual. Mose once again was bothered by the Satan worship. Once again Harold whispered not to let it bother him. Actually Harold had put it out of his mind, although every Sunday he did pray for forgiveness for killing the stray dog. He consoled himself by telling himself that it wasn't somebody's pet.
Timothy commanded that they each pair off with someone they hadn't screwed with before. Mose wound up with George Overton, the thirteen-year-old. He was chagrinned that George was more adept than he was.
At church the next day Timothy asked Harold to meet him at the cave Wednesday afternoon. "Bring Mose along, if you can," he said.
After Sunday dinner Mose showed up and the boys went hiking. "I can't go half-a-day without getting off," Mose admitted.
"Join the club, motherfucker," Harold retorted.
"That's not nice," Mose chided.
"Everything's nice, especially your tender ass."
They didn't even bother to find a cave.
On Wednesday the boys reached the cave before Timothy did. Using Harold's flashlight they found their way into the chamber, then waited in the dark for their companion to arrive. When he did they jumped out to startle him. He pretended to be surprised, but he had noticed their jeans and clodhoppers in the passageway.
"For that I'm going to have to cut off your dicks," he teased.
"Then you couldn't enjoy them," Harold laughed.
"Well, I can fuck you senseless. Not Mose, I won't do that before his baptism. I think you'll be an assistant, Hal, and who else? Maybe George. You and he seemed to be having fun last Sabbath, Mose."
Timothy brought out the tiki torches. "And let there be light!" he sang.
"And now I want my dick in your ass, Hal. And Mose, you can have mine."
Timothy lubed his dick. Then without the table for support, he bent Harold over, tongued his hole, and rammed his shaft home. Then he instructed Mose to stuff his ass, to follow his motions and get into his rhythm, as he fucked Hal. Mose was a good pupil. Timothy's ass took a thrust from Mose each time that he thrust into Harold. Timothy loved getting it and giving it, and he grunted that they "made a fucking good team." He and Mose came almost at the same time.
"We'll have to do Sabbath spit roasts soon," Tim leered. Then he asked, "Which one of us do you want, Hal?" He knew the answer. Harold could have Mose anytime he wanted.
"You want to get sucked or take sloppy seconds?"
"Eat me," Harold moaned.
After Timothy had drunk Harold's nectar, he whispered to his favorite, "If you want to try some pussy, I know a gal you can fuck."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you know Sue McCain? She'll put out for ya."
"Man! I aint never had no pussy," Harold whispered back.
September came. School began. Harold and Mose were seniors in Junior High.
Timothy was in his last year at Polk County Senior High. Rev. Moody expected him to go on to Bible College and become a preacher. Timothy was prepared to say he "didn't have the call." Once that was done, he didn't know what he'd be doing. His dad might make him go Lee College in Cleveland. It was church affiliated. He sure as hell didn't want to go there. He'd rather stay in Parksville and get a job. He was grooming his friend, Hyram, to take over the lair, if he had to leave.
Harold just wanted to enjoy his last year of junior high. Then there'd be three more years of school. No college for him. Mose was hoping to get a scholarship to somewhere, if he could do as well in senior as he had in junior high. He was a damned good student.
No more afternoon trysts at the cave. Harold and Mose sometimes got together if they didn't have much homework. The Saturday meetings continued, however.
It was chilly the last weekend in September. They did do spit roasts. Harold got the Carson brothers. Mose was with Mike and John. Both of them were now in senior high. "I swear to hell, you're still the last motherfucker I thought would ever be into this shit," Mike said.
"Me too," Mose replied. "Once you get started, you can't stop, though. Can you?"
"We sure the fuck don't want to," John laughed. "I think you and Hal are like us. Get it on whenever we can. We go down in the church basement sometimes. You two ought to join us."
"In the fuckin' church?" Mose was incredulous.
"Aint no better place to fuck than the fuckin' church," John teased. Meet us after school Tuesday."
"Mose, time you did your stealing thing," Tim interrupted. "No big thing. Just something you don't need. Bring it next week.
"I'd like to baptize you before it gets real cold."