Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2013 01:25:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Luke <rikun16@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shady River -- Shady River Baptism (Chapter 4)

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Shady River Baptism

Chapter 4

by InadequateTheater

"Daddy?"

Wyatt jumped as a pair of strong arms seized him from behind.  The teen
felt his body being dragged up against the hard frame of Deacon Miles, who
gripped the young man tightly.

"Damn right it's Daddy," Wyatt heard the deacon whisper in a soft, but
rough voice.  "And Daddy's missed his little bitch."

Wyatt opened his mouth to speak, but a gasp escaped his throat instead as
he felt Deacon Miles nuzzle the soft spot of flesh behind Wyatt's ear.

"Where you been, boy?" Deacon Miles demanded, squeezing Wyatt's body
tighter.

Wyatt felt his throat dry out.  The teen's heart pounded against his
ribcage as though trapped there, and fighting to escape.  His whole body
tingled under the deacon's tight squeezing.  Through the thick clothing
they both wore, Wyatt could feel the deacon's muscles.  They were each
dressed for evening worship services, which had ended not too long ago.

Wyatt's mom had gone home already to fix dinner.  The rest of the
congregation had done the same, and to sit in front of their TV sets to
watch the Sunday night movie.  The sanctuary was now devoid of anyone else.
Wyatt had stayed behind to help the reverend, not realizing Deacon Miles
was lurking behind.

Now, Wyatt could feel a small stain forming on the fly of his dress pants.
His teen cock was oozing precum from the head in earnest.  Try as he might,
Wyatt couldn't quite push down the desire he felt.  Deacon Miles was
stirring something up from within him.

The worst part was that Wyatt couldn't be sure that he wanted Deacon Miles
to stop.

"I waited for you in the gym before the sermon," Deacon Miles went on,
sounding slightly angry now.  "I thought we could spend a little quality
father/son time together.  How come you never showed?"

Wyatt tried to open his mouth, but felt the words stick in his throat.

"He was spending time with me."

Wyatt let out a gasp of relief at the sound of his stepfather's voice.
Deacon Miles, meanwhile, turned slightly, bringing Wyatt with him to face
the reverend, who glared at the two with both arms folded.

"I guess I should thank you, Deacon Miles," the reverend went on in an icy
tone, which seemed to make the candles atop the altar where Miles and Wyatt
stood flicker.  "After what you told me earlier in the week, I decided it
was up to me to be more of a positive influence in my stepson's life."

Deacon Miles blinked, then flinched ever so slightly.  "Wyatt does need a
father figure," Reverend Killian stated, as though agreeing with Deacon
Miles wholeheartedly.  "He needs the sort of attention that only a man can
give a young boy.  I'd been neglecting that up until recently.  You made me
realize this."

Slowly, Wyatt detached himself from Deacon Miles's grip, who watched the
teen leave his arms as though through dreamy haze.  Wyatt stepped away from
the altar up to his stepfather, who stood cautiously in the aisle between
the front row pews.  When the two men were face-to-face, Wyatt reached out
to grip the reverend in his arms.  Reverend Killian responded by wrapping
both arms around his stepson.

Reverend Killian raised up after a moment, looking over Wyatt's head at
Deacon Miles, who was observing the exchange with a calculating look.

"This is my son," the reverend declared.  "You ought not to have meddled in
our affairs the way you did, Deacon."

"So you up and decide it's time to play father figure to the boy you've
overlooked all this time," Deacon Miles responded with snidely, "and
suddenly everything's perfect?"

Reverend Killian felt Wyatt go rigid in his arms and carefully drew the boy
away.  Wyatt reluctantly let himself be turned until he was facing Deacon
Miles.

"He chose me, Miles," Killian said, wrapping both arms around Wyatt once
more.  "Not you.  Your loss."

Miles's eyes drifted back and forth from Killian to Wyatt, the latter of
whom shifted nervously under his gaze.  The sight of Wyatt looking so
squeamish made the deacon chuckle.

"I guess that's it then, isn't it?" Miles said, pushing himself away from
the altar.

Deacon Miles was all but gliding over the carpet as he headed directly for
the reverend and Wyatt.  The reverend kept both eyes fixed on the deacon.
When Miles strode past, Reverend Killian reached out and snagged the deacon
by the arm, holding him fast so he could proceed no further.

"This isn't finished," Killian said, which earned him a surprised look from
Deacon Miles and Wyatt.

Deacon Miles turned his eyes away from the door at the other end of the
aisle.  The reverend met his smoldering stare unflinchingly.

"We still have business to conclude," Killian continued, keeping his voice
calm and neutral.  "You tried to seduce my stepson away from me, and
threatened me with blackmail.  That isn't something I plan to let you walk
away from."

Deacon Miles's face went from icy to amused in the time it took for one to
blink.  "How do you figure we settle that up then?" Miles wondered,
laughing as he glanced from the reverend to Wyatt.

"You said my stepson needed to know how to be a man," Killian said,
tightening his grip on Miles, who tried in vain to pull away.  "I think we
ought to show him together."

Deacon Miles hesitated.  "Both of us?"

The smile on Reverend Killian's face would have put a serpent to shame.
"Why not?" Killian replied.  "I happen to think you were right.  My boy
should learn, and who better to help him than both of us together."

To his credit, Deacon Miles didn't answer in the affirmative immediately.
The deacon watched Wyatt closely for a moment, whose body had relaxed
somewhat, but was still watching the scene unfold from behind his
stepfather's body.

"What do you say?" Killian pressed, the smile he wore getting bigger by the
minute.  "I never said I was a man that didn't understand how to share."

Miles's eyes narrowed a little at this, but slowly, as though testing the
ground to ensure it wasn't booby trapped, the deacon nodded.

"When do we begin?" Miles asked carefully.

"The wife's at home cooking supper," Killian explained.  "I told her we
might be a little late getting home today.  She knows not to expect us too
soon."

Deacon Miles's eyes lit up.  "Rock and ride," he declared, earning him a
big grin from Wyatt, which faded slightly when the reverend looked around
behind him at his stepson.

"What do you say, son?" Killian asked.  "Care for a private sermon with
Deacon Miles and myself?"

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"Ready?"

Wyatt nodded, savoring the feel of his stepfather's arms around him as the
head of Deacon Miles's cock pressed against the ring of his ass.

"I'm ready," Wyatt whispered.

Deacon Miles shifted his nude body on the slick surface of the cleared
altar, holding his cock steady so that it pointed directly at Wyatt's
asshole.

All three men had disrobed.  Reverend Killian was helping to hold his
stepson up, running both hands across Wyatt's chest as Wyatt lowered
himself.

"Easy," Killian encouraged.  "Go slow at first, son.  Take it nice and
slow."

"Only at first, though," Miles said cheekily, giving Wyatt a noticeable
wink.

Killian scowled slightly, but said nothing, keeping his grip on Wyatt as
the tip of Deacon Miles's cock pierced Wyatt's sphincter.  Wyatt gasped,
then whimpered as his body slid downward.  The reverend gripped his stepson
tighter while Wyatt reached around with one arm to pull Killian closer to
his body.  Wyatt's other hand pressed down into the nest of hair coating
Deacon Miles's chest.

"That feel good, boy?" Miles asked, grunting as Wyatt's ass closed down on
the base of Miles's dick.

"Uhh!" Wyatt moaned.  "Yeesssss!  Soo good!  So fucking good!"

"I think my son enjoys your dick, deacon," said Killian, between kissing
the back of Wyatt's neck.  "Why don't you take him for a quick ride?"

Wyatt's whimpers became grunts as Miles reached under Wyatt's body,
grasping the teen's ass-cheeks with both hands.

"Sure thing, reverend," Deacon Miles said, heaving as Wyatt began to bounce
up and down.

"God!" Wyatt screamed, his voice reverberating off the church walls.

"Take it, son," Killian cheered.  "Take that man's dick up your boy-cunt."

"I'm doing it!"  Wyatt's eyes rolled up briefly as a deep moan escaped his
throat.  "I'm doing it, Daddy.  I'm taking the whole thing."

Reverend Killian leaned forward to nibble on his stepson's ear.  "I can
see," he whispered, running both hands along his stepson's sweat-coated
body.  "I can see you, boy.  You're doing that so good.  It makes me
jealous."

Hearing this, Deacon Miles looked up past Wyatt, leering at the reverend.
"No need to be jealous," he grunted.  "You're gonna get this ass all the
time.  No reason for me not to enjoy it while I can."

Killian's eyes narrowed, yet his mouth stretched slightly into a grin.
"I'm not jealous," he revealed, running one open palm up and down his
stepson's back.  "In fact, I'm all for sharing with another."

Deacon Miles lost track of what the reverend was saying.  Wyatt was really
riding his cock now, bouncing up and down with all the enthusiasm of a
young rodeo stud.  Wyatt's eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared
down at Miles.  Miles's fingers were digging into the soft flesh of Wyatt's
thighs.  Deacon Miles wanted to mark the boy in some way, even temporary,
so that Wyatt would remember the time they'd spent together.  If the
reverend insisted on claiming the boy, Miles needed to remind Wyatt that
he'd been the teenager's first.

Unexpectedly, Miles felt his legs being spread.  Reverend Killian was
pushing Miles's hips up while dragging Miles closer to the altar's edge at
the same time.  The motion sent Wyatt pitching forward.  Deacon Miles
wondered what the hell was happening, but found himself distracted by
Wyatt's mouth, which hung inches above his own.

Deacon Miles licked his lips, catching the droplets of sweat that fell off
Wyatt's body, and raised up to bring Wyatt down so that their mouths would
meet.  Then Miles felt something press against his ass.  To his shock, he
realized that the reverend had placed his cock at Miles's back door.

Deacon Miles opened his mouth to protest very loudly, but in a fit of
irony, found himself unable to voice his objection.  Wyatt chose that
precise moment to close the short gap between them.  The teen's mouth
crashed down onto Deacon Miles's, smothering the older man's words in his
throat.  Miles grunted, then let out a deep whine as the reverend's dick
broke past the tight ring shielding Miles's ass from intrusion.

"Nice tight ass," Miles heard the reverend comment.  "Doesn't feel as
though it's been used much over the years.  Sure you should be the one
teaching my boy about how to be fucked by a man?"

The condescension in Reverend Killian's voice was palpable.  Deacon Miles
look in a deep breath through his nostrils, as his mouth was still
otherwise occupied, then wrapped both arms around Wyatt to hold him in
place.  Miles then secured himself atop the altar by wrapping both legs
around the reverend's waist.  This gave the reverend easy access to his
love chute.

A moment later, as Deacon Miles french kissed the reverend's stepson, he
felt the reverend's cock bottom out inside of him.

"All the way in," Killian declared.  "And here I'd had you pegged as a
virgin."

Deacon Miles broke the kiss with Wyatt, ruffled the boy's hair
affectionately, and pulled the boy's head down to his shoulder so he could
stare up at Reverend Killian.

"I had to learn from somewhere," Killian pointed out between gasps, as the
reverend had begun moving back and forth, in and out of Miles's tight
asshole.

"Care for a refresher course?" the reverend teased.

Wyatt had been holding himself still as best he could while the reverend
penetrated Deacon Miles's bowels.  Once the reverend got a good rhythm
going, however, the teen began to move again.  Deacon leaned back and
savored the feeling of having his butt filled while his cock stuffed
another asshole.  The sensations from both ends sent shockwaves through his
body.

Wyatt, on the other hand, was having trouble holding on.

"I can't..." he gasped, unable to finish.  "I... gu–uuhhhnnnnn!"

"What is it?" the reverend asked, still pumping his cock in and out of
Deacon Miles's hole.  "Speak up, son."

"I'm sss–oooohhhh close!" Wyatt moaned.  "Please, Daddy!  I need to go
now."

Reverend Killian watched his stepson for a moment, increasing the tempo of
his thrusts so that the whole altar shook.

"Don't you cum yet, boy," Killian ordered.  "Get down.  I got something
else for you to do first."

Deacon Miles dug his fingers deep into Wyatt's buttocks, as though planning
to hold Wyatt hostage on his cock.  After a second, though, the deacon
released him.  Wyatt rose slowly up off Deacon Miles's dick, his face a
mask of concentration as he struggled to hold his own load in.  Wyatt's
dick was leaking precum like an old church faucet.  When the head of Deacon
Miles's dick popped free, Wyatt let out a gasp, followed by a low moan.

"Down here, son," Killian instructed, his hips barely missing a stroke.

Slowly, on shaky legs, Wyatt climbed down off the church altar, which
creaked as the weight shifted.  Deacon Miles raised up slightly to watch as
Wyatt took the spot beside the reverend.  Killian wrapped one arm around
Wyatt's shoulders, drawing the boy in until they were pressed to each
other's sides.  Killian drew his gaze away from Deacon Miles to kiss Wyatt
passionately on the mouth.  Killian ate at his stepson's face like a
starved man possessed by his own hunger.

The sight made Deacon Miles want to weep.

Killian broke the kiss suddenly.  "Your turn, son," he whispered in Wyatt's
ear.  "Time for you to know how it feels to break another man in."

A gasp escaped from Deacon Miles's throat as Killian yanked his cock out
from the deacon's asshole.  The reverend wasted no time yanking Wyatt over
to fill his spot, perhaps in fear of Deacon Miles protesting.  Miles,
however, watched patiently, if not eagerly, as Wyatt lined the head of his
teen cock up with Deacon Miles's ass.

"Go on," Miles said softly, keeping both eyes fixed squarely on Wyatt's
face.  "I want you to.  Your old man's right.  It's time for you to
kno–"

Wyatt shoved his hips forward, cutting the deacon off in mid-sentence and
silencing him.  Wyatt's cock cut a swath through Miles's asshole, following
the trail his stepfather had blazed for him.  Deacon Miles threw his head
back against the wooden surface of the altar as he felt Wyatt's cock bang
against his prostate.

"Get 'em, son," Reverend Killian cheered on mockingly.  "Get 'em!"

Wyatt wasted no time whatsoever, slamming his hips like a jackhammer into
Deacon Miles's hole.  Miles rocked back and forth atop the altar, his body
suddenly lit on fire by the pressure Wyatt's dick was putting on his love
nut.  A fog had quickly fallen over the teen's face, blanketing it with a
dangerous, primal expression.  Wyatt was lost to the feel of his cock
sliding in and out of the deacon, and the joy of having laid his claim to
another man's hole.

"Fuck 'em!" Reverend Killian said joyously.  "Fuck 'em, son!"

Wyatt proceeded to do just that.  Deacon Miles was twisting on top of the
altar, his arms gripping at the air around him for something to hold on to.
Wyatt never let up, using the Deacon's hole like free pussy, blind to the
proud expression on his stepfather's face.

Killian's face fell abruptly, however, when the sound of a door slamming
resounded behind him.

"Afternoon, Reverend," said Jeffrey Combs, the youth pastor, as he wandered
idly into the sanctuary from the side entrance.

Reverend Killian went rigid, but Wyatt never let up his assault on the
deacon's ass.  "It's cool, Daddy," Wyatt assured him, not missing a beat.

Killian watched as Combs began to shed each article of clothing he wore one
piece at at time, all the while watching as Wyatt kept up his relentless
fucking of the deacon.

"You're boy is turning out to be a mighty fine young man," Combs noted once
he was out of his shirt.  "It's nice to see the two of you getting along."

Killian watched and waited as Combs stripped out of the rest of his
clothes.  Once the youth pastor was naked, he strolled over to the edge of
the first pew and sat down.

"Don't mind me," Combs said, stroking his cock idly.  "I'd just as soon
enjoy today's sermon.  Your stepson looks to be quite the chip off the ol'
block, so to speak."

Killian's hand snaked down the front of his body, grasping the thick cock
stretched out there.  The reverend spared a moment while Wyatt pounded away
to watch Combs jerk off on the front pew.  Combs seemed to be lost to his
own ministrations.  After a second or two, Killian turned away to focus on
his stepson once again.

"This way, boy," he instructed, giving Wyatt a tap on the shoulder for good
measure.

Wyatt blinked, then nodded at his stepfather.  Slowly, the teen drew his
cock out of the deacon's ass.  Miles raised up slightly, then rolled
himself sideways off the altar once Wyatt had backed clear enough away.
Seizing Miles by the arm, Killian dragged the deacon over to the opposite
side of the pew where Combs sat.

"Sit down," Killian ordered, not giving the deacon much choice.

Deacon Miles complied all the same, placing his naked, hairy ass down on
the thinly-cushioned seat.  Once the deacon was situated, Killian motioned
for Wyatt to stand over on Deacon Miles's left side.  Killian took position
on the right and grasped his cock, giving it a shake for good measure.
After a moment, a warm stream of wet piss burst out from the head, striking
Miles in his hairy chest.

"You too, son," Killian instructed.

Wyatt hesitated, but then complied obediently.  Deacon Miles turned
expectantly toward the teen while the reverend hosed him down.  Soon,
Wyatt's own stream of piss joined the reverend in wetting the deacon down.

Killian glanced off to his left toward Combs, wondering what the youth
pastor though of the scene he and Wyatt were making.  Combs, however, was
spraying his own chest with hot piss from his dick.  Seeing this, Killian
threw his head back in laughter.  The spray from his cock intensified,
wetting Deacon Miles down from head to toe.

"Give it to me," Miles said, though he seemed to be speaking directly at
Wyatt.  "Give it all to me.  Wet my hairy mutherfuckin' ass down with that
nice hot pee."

Killian waited until Wyatt's stream tapered off before speaking.  "Good
boy," he praised, giving Wyatt a much-earned smile.  "Now cum on him, son.
He's won it."

Wyatt pounded his pud with one hand, stroking furiously.  Deacon Miles's
hand was gliding up and down over his piss-soaked cock, watching the boy
like a hawk.  Killian scowled slightly in suspicious, but found his gaze
drawn away by the sight of Combs jerking his own meat.  Killian and Combs's
eyes met for a moment as Combs's cock began to erupt, spewing cum this time
around over his chest and stomach.  The sight sent Killian rocking over the
edge unexpectedly as well.  A rope of cum shot out of Killian's dick,
smacking Deacon Miles in the eye.

Wyatt's load followed after the reverend's, splashing down onto Deacon
Miles's dick, adding lubricant for Miles to use to bring himself to his own
climax.

When Deacon Miles came, the roar he let off rattled the stained-glass
windows.

"Goddamn," Combs swore, watching as the deacon's cum rocketed up several
feet into the air.

Silence settled over the church sanctuary as the smell of sex, sweat, and
hot piss filled the room, permeating each and every square inch.  Wyatt
breathed in deeply, as though missing the aroma.

"Reverend?" Combs asked, breaking the spell.

Killian turned his gaze back over to the youth pastor.  "What is it?" he
asked, though not impatiently.

"I had a thought about some of the boys Wyatt's age that come here," Combs
said, giving his softening cock a few tugs.  "They seem a tad restless
recently.  I thought maybe what they could use was some activity time away
from the rest of the church."

Killian mulled the youth pastor's words over for a moment before answering.
Out the corner of his eye, he saw Deacon Miles stroking Wyatt's leg.

"What do you propose?" Killian asked.

"Nothing major," Combs replied, looking past the reverend at Miles and
Wyatt touching each other.  "It won't require any of your time.  I thought
if the boys had a place to meet up once a week to hang out, it would help
keep them out of trouble.  I was going to propose meeting at my place.
It's big enough, and being single means I don't have to worry about
planning around anyone else."

Killian gave the youth pastor a nod after a moment's consideration.
"Sounds alright," he conceded.  "You could use the gym as well, if you'd
like."

"We'll see," Combs said.  "Thank you, sir."

Killian nodded before turning his attention back to Wyatt.  Miles was
running the back of his hand over Wyatt's stomach, stroking the tight folds
of flesh there.

"Come on, Wyatt," Killian ordered gently.  "It's time for us to get home so
we can shower and change."

At once, Wyatt backed away from Deacon Miles's touch.  "Yes, Daddy," he
replied.

Deacon Miles watched as both men gathered their clothes up, then march side
by side down the aisle toward the door.  The deacon's clothes were still
scattered near the altar.  Jeffrey Combs's had placed his clothes in a
semi-neat pile on the floor not far from the pew they both rested on.

"Wyatt's a very special boy," Combs said quietly as he and Miles watched
Wyatt and the reverend put their clothes back on in front of the main
church doors.

Deacon Miles said nothing in response, so Combs continued.  "The reverend
is a very lucky man to have a son like that."

That made Deacon Miles smile sourly.  "I wouldn't say that exactly," the
deacon warned.  "Things have a way of changing when we least expect it to."

With those words, Deacon Miles stood up, gathered his clothes off the
floor, and strode nude up the aisle.

"See you next Sunday, Combs," he said causally while walking past Combs.
"I hope the sermon then is just as fruitful for you."

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