Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2010 12:35:14 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Ministers Son, (gay/incest, oral, anal, b/m, b/M)

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                            Minister's Son
                                  By
                                 Wolf

	I was the youngest son of a Methodist minister.  My father was a
pastor for Manchester, Indiana.  Being the son of a minister carries with
it the obligation to me the model child and sit quietly through endless
sermons.  The congregation probably saw our family of husband, wife
and two sons as the perfect family.

	My older brother was five years older than me.  I always looked
up to him.  Our parents bought a full sized bed to put in our room, so that
aunts, uncles and other company would drop by they could use our
bedroom.  We would be banished to cots on the floor in other parts of
the house.  Malcolm and I shared the bed otherwise.

	I slept in pajamas.  The family called them PJ's.  Malcolm slept in
his underwear.  One night we got ready for bed as usual.  We had been
sleeping in that bed for only a short time.  It was probably a week or two.

	I was eight-years-old.  I was only 4-feet tall, maybe 70-pounds,
buzz cut brown haired, hazel eyed boy.  Malcolm was 13-years-old at the
time.  He was and still is and foremost a jock (athlete) with sandy blond
hair, hazel eye, olive skin.  He had great abs and worked as a lifeguard at
the public plunge.  Like so many younger brothers I always envied my
older brother.  He was bigger, stronger and better looking than me.  Even
his cock was larger than mine.  It was a cut cock, thick, at least six inches
long at the time.  He had plenty of body hair and a bold pubic patch.
Just looking at his cock made me feel inferior because mine was only
four and a half inches long.

	I have no idea when or who introduced Malcolm to sex.  All I
know is that when we settled down one night to sleep, I soon felt
Malcolm's hand rubbing the front of my PJ's.  I continued to pretend
that I was asleep.  Malcolm was feeling me up.  His hand went directly
to my crotch and fumbled around until he got his hand inside the fly of
my PJ's.  His hand went directly for my little cock.  He took hold of my
dick and started pulling on it gently.  When I got a hard-on there was no
way to hide the fact that I was awake.

	Malcolm took my little dick in hand.  He felt my dick get hard.
While he was holding my little boy's dick he placed my hand on the
front of his 'Fruit of the Loom' briefs.  While I was rubbing the front of
his briefs, he used his free hand to slide his briefs down.  That allowed
me to wrap my hand around his big boner.  GAWD, it was thrilling to
feel his cock throbbing in my hand.  The next thing he did was pull me
over on top of his body, so that he could play with my butt.  He was
rubbing his boner between my legs, while she was slipping his hands
down the back of my PL's.  He was tickling my little asshole with his
fingers.  Just when I was getting used to the feelings Malcolm placed his
hands on my shoulders and pushed me down his body until my face was
right over his cock.  He told me to suck on it.

	I dutifully started sucking on his cock.  His cock felt very big in
my mouth.  I could barely get it in my mouth.  Malcolm had me turn my
body around so that my hips were at right angle to his body, so that he
could reach under my body and play with my dick.  I sucked on his cock
until I got the surprise of my life.  When he started squirting cum into my
mouth I thought he was peeing.  When I pulled my head up a gob of
white stuff hit me right between my eyes.  It was obvious the white stuff
was not pee.  There was a strange aftertaste but not a bad taste.  Cock
sucking became a nightly routine.

	I had been milking his cock dry for a few nights when he started
teaching me all kinds of stuff we could do.  He taught me how to tongue
kiss, lick his nipples, balls and even lick his teen butt and his hairy
asshole.  Malcolm liked that so much that he would lie on his back with
his legs in the air.  He would put his hands behind his thighs and pulled
them as far back as he could.  I would lie at the foot of the bed facing his
butt.  I would follow instructions and rim his asshole while he jacked-
off.  We both got a kick out of that because he would blow his load all
over my face.

	While he was teaching me he started doing more stuff to me.  He
would suck hard on my little boy cock.  At times he would also suck on
my ball sack too.  While he would be doing those things he would be
sticking one or two finger into my asshole.  On those occasions that our
parents traveled for the church or visiting relatives, they called upon
Malcolm was called upon to babysit for me.

	They did a lot of traveling.  There were conventions to renew
their faith, retreats they hosted for a number of causes; marriage
counseling, teen intervention, senior citizen counseling, not to mention
visiting relatives and friends.  As soon as they would leave Malcolm and
I would shed our clothes.  We would spend the evening fooling around.
I loved nothing more than to spend the evening sitting on his lap tongue
kissing while he played with my dick.  Whenever he would suck my dick
he would stick one or two fingers into my asshole.  I even enjoyed it
when we took turns rimming each other's assholes.  I didn't understand
Malcolm's fascination with my asshole at the time.

	We had been playing with each other for more than a year.  I was
nine-years old when our parents were off conducting one of those
retreats for troubled couples.  That afternoon Malcolm got me stoned on
grass.  While we were in a giddy mood he draped me over the leather
arm on our father's favorite wing backed chair the way he normally did
when he was going to rim my asshole.  Instead of licking my asshole this
time he squirted some sort of liquid into my asshole.  Then he held onto
my hips and started rubbing that beautiful cock of his up and down the
valley of my ass.  In my giddy mood I didn't fully understand what he
was planning until I felt the head of his cock pressing against my little
asshole, it started hurting.  I was still giddy and his cock was all the way
in me by that time.  He fucked me very slowly or it may have been the
effects of the grass.  I did seem to take forever before he rammed it
home and collapsed over my back.  At first I didn't like what he was
doing but before he came I got into it.  Malcolm must have fucked me a
half dozen times that week.  Long before we had to straighten up before
our parents got home I had found out that I loved getting his dick in my
butt.  That was the start of a new addition to our games.

	Even when our parents were home Malcolm would fuck me
during the night.  We were relatively safe from discovery because their
bedroom was downstairs.  We would hear them if they came up the
stairs.  Malcolm was never satisfied with just one sexual outlet.  He was
always looking for additional ways to get off.

	The next thing he did was bring his best friend into the picture.
Timmy was thinner than my brother.  They were the same age.  Tim had
dark brown hair and brown eyes.  He worked with my brother as a
lifeguard.  As a result he had a great tan, except for the area covered by
his standard red 'Speedo' bathing suit.  His butt was as white as anyone.
He was a great basketball player.  One of those times when our parents
were out of town my brother brought Tim home.

	I was upset because I thought that we were not going to get to
play as usual.  Malcolm had apparently been talking to Tim about sex.
Apparently Tim was ready to experiment.  My brother told me to show
Tim a good time.  After I understood what was going on, I helped Tim
get undressed.  I did admire his body.  He had a light dusting of hair on
his legs.  He didn't have a lot of pubic hair, but nature had endowed him
with a fine cock.  It was not a long as Malcolm or as thick.  When I saw
his asshole I got a hard-on.  His asshole was brown and the tightly
puckered thing was ringed with dark hairs.  His pearly white teeth gave
him mischievous good looks.  The first thing my brother told me to do
was give Tim a blowjob.

	I knelt between Tim's legs and held his balls while I sucked his
cock.  My brother was kissing him and played with Tim's nipples.  Tim
obviously was enjoying all of the attention.  He was jacking off Malcolm.
When my brother realized that Tim was into the way we had sex he
introduced him to more things, like licking assholes.  We indulged in
some interesting three-way sex.  We had to lie on our sides to lick each
other's asshole and suck each other's cocks at the same time.  I was
doing Tim, Tim was doing Malcolm and my brother was doing me.
After Tim witnessed my brother fucking my ass, he wanted to fuck me
too.  Of course my brother talked Tim into allowing him to fuck him too.
Our relationship lasted for a couple of years.  It only ended when the our
family was transferred to Johnstown, In.

	I was ten when our father caught my brother and I in a classical
69 on the floor of the living-room.  He had returned home un-expendably
because of church business without mother.  He came in without making
any noise, so we were unaware he was there.  I was on top of Malcolm
sucking on his cock like crazy, when I looked up my heart stopped for a
second.  Father was standing only a few feet away.  I expected him to
bellow and rave about our sinful lustful act sending us to hell.

	Dad was a large man and rather imposing because of his muscular
build.  He was the son of a hard working farmer.  He was about five-foot
eleven and 200 hundred pounds.  He had brown hair that was balding
and piercing blue eyes.  To my surprise Dad simply opened his pants and
pulled out his cock as he approached.  When he was standing between
Malcolm's legs right in front of me, I was looking right at a cut cock very
much like my own.  The difference was that his cock was at least 9-
inches long with veins running all over the shaft of his cock.  He had
pulled out his balls as well.  They looked like a round ball the way they
were supported by his underwear and pants.  I could also make out his
dark patch of pubic hair.  He was holding his cock with his right hand
and wiggling it up and down in front of my face, as if he was beckoning
me to suck it for him.

	I could not resist the invitation.  I lifted my head up and opened
my mouth as my father moved his hips foreword.  His cock entered my
mouth and filled it.  He actually inserted it down my throat.  I was only
able to breath when he would pull back enough to clear my throat.  Then
I would breathe through my nose.

	When I stopped sucking Malcolm he reached for my head and
found that my mouth was full.  He had to look over my butt to see how
it was.  I'm sure he was surprised to see that it was our father.  He went
back to sucking my cock.  It was not long before I got a taste of my
father's cum.  I had a dry climax in Malcolm's mouth.  After that the
three of us sat on the couch and had a long talk.

	Dad had a lot of rules.  He set forth how and when we could do
it.  After he had set down all of the rules he leaned over and kissed me
on the lips.  It was not like any kiss he had ever given me before.  I
opened my mouth just like I did with my brother and stuck my tongue
into Dad mouth.  He sucked on my tongue just like me brother did.
Malcolm and I were already naked.  Dad quickly removed his clothes.  I
admired his hairy chest.  All of his body was covered in hair.  He had
lots of hair on his legs.  That thick mat of pubic hair that surrounded his
cock went on either side of his balls right between the cheeks of his ass.
He had even more hair around his asshole that Malcolm had.  After we
admired each other's bodies the three of us wound up rolling around on
the floor.

	We were kissing each other and sucking cocks for a long time.
We were laughing about all of the time we had wasted because we
didn't know that the other was into male sex.  While we were stalking
Malcolm told us that it was Dad's brother Karl that had brought him out
when he was about 11-years old.  Dad busted up laughing.  He told us
that the two of them had been learned everything they knew about sex
from their mother's older brother.  Dad added that he had learned a lot
about sex while he was in the Navy.

	He had been a Chaplin's Aid while in the Navy.  He got to listen
to sailors confessing relationships with other sailors.  In those days gays
were given 'Bad Conduct Discharges.'  The Catholic and Protestant
Chaplains on the 6,000 man aircraft carrier he was on did everything they
could to cover up any gay relationships.  Officers and enlisted men
would come to them when they felt guilty about a sexual liaison.  Their
offices became a favorite hangout for the gay men.  Dad said he was
young enough to be attractive to some horny old chiefs.  I told us about
getting fucked in the ass while sucking cocks many a night while the
chaplains watched the action.  That was when he felt the calling to
become a minister.

	Tim joined us in our little group sex whenever we had the chance.
I started dropping by Dads office at the church after school.  I would do
my homework at his desk.  When I was finished Dad would resume
sitting in his big swivel chair and have me get under the desk.  That way,
if anyone came into his office they could not tell that I was under their
sucking Dad's cock.  Sometimes Malcolm would join us.

	He would come directly from baseball practice.  I remember
sweaty practice uniform and a smelly jockstrap.  I mouthed that thick
cotton cup until it was soaking wet before I pulled the cup aside and
sucked my brother while Dad watched.  Dad was jerking off.  He
stopped long enough to stick his cock in Malcolm's mouth and reward
him with gobs of white cum.  That was not the only place we had sex
with each other.  One time we did it in the main sanctuary of the church.
It was late at night and the building was locked up tight.  I chuckled
when I thought about those self-righteous old women sat on our sticky
dried cum the next time they came to church.

	Dad made arrangement with Uncle Karl for the three of us to
visit.  He deliberately made it sound like it was just a family visit.  Karl
welcomed us with open arms, and asked, "Where is your wife?  Dad
said, "It would have been inappropriate for her to be here when you
explain about what you did to Malcolm when her was11!"

	The blood drained from Karl's face.

	Dad slapped him on the back, "Relax you old cocksucker.  We
are just joking.  We're here to have a good old family orgy."

	Karl could not believe his ears.  His minister brother was
suggesting that the four of them have sex.  He  had thought that his
brother had moved on from the days they spent exploring the ways guys
could get off with each other.

	Dad wrapped his arm around his brother and led him back
indoors as he told him, "Malcolm told us about how you showed him
how to masturbate and suck cocks when he was an eleven-year-old.  I
think we should show the boys how we used to do it when we were their
age.  You will find that George is well trained as well."

	I was studying Uncle Karl with a new appreciation.  Karl had
assumed the farm after our grandfather passed away.  He was a six-foot
two, broad shouldered, flat belly and big firm ass.  Working the farm
required a lot of heavy lifting that developed his body very well.  Like
my father he had an ample amount of body hair.  His cock was every bit
as large as Dad's.  It was fortunate that his wife and three daughters
were visiting their grandparents in Missouri.

	Karl turned out to be a real sex pig.  We were also shocked by the
way our father behaved around his older brother.  We had always seen
our father as the epitome of the dominate male.  He assumed the mantle
of authority from everyone he dealt with, be it family or the
congregation.  As soon as we were in Karl's home he became subservient
to his brother.  Karl sat down on the couch next to our father while we
talked about the reason for our visit.  Karl said, "Why don't we just
show the boys the way we used to entertain ourselves when we were
their age?

	Dad actually blushed at the suggestion, but did not object when
Karl started undressing our father.  I watched in fascination as Karl
started kissing my father like he was a girl.  It was very strange to watch
father let his brother do whatever he wanted.  Karl stripped him
completely before he started masturbating him.  Karl told him to take is
position on the floor.  Dad sat on the floor in front of us and laid on his
back before he grabbed the backs of his thighs and pulled his legs up in
such a way that his butt was fully exposed to us.  While he was doing
that Karl removed his clothes and knelt behind Dad and he took his tool
in hand and pumped on it to get it as hard as he could.  Then he spit in
the palm of his hand and rubbed it all over his cock.  Next he leaned over
Dad and spit spittle on Dad's asshole.  Malcolm and I watched in
stunned fascination as or uncle stuck his cock in Dad's asshole.  I
couldn't believe what I as seeing Dad was making little whimpering
sounds like a girl as his older brother fucked his ass.  Karl slapped Dad's
hand away from his cock.  Karl took hold of Dad's cock and jacked him
off while he was fucking Dad's ass.

	I could not resist taking out my dick and jacking off while
watching my father getting fucked.  Malcolm was doing the same thing.
We could tell that Dad was really getting into the act before he squirted
his white load of cum all over his hairy chest.  Karl soon pulled his cock
out of Dad's ass and squirted cum in Dad's face. Dad licked the cum
from around his mouth.

	While Karl and Dad rested, Karl started reminiscing about their
childhood.  "You remember the dog Bruno?  Karl turned towards us and
said, "We used to have a mixed breed dog here on the farm that was the
alpha dag.  He thought everything and everyone on the farm belonged to
him.  He not only fucked ever bitch on the place, he also fucked every
male dog to prove he was the leader of the pack.  Your father was
relaxing after I fucked him in the barn.  Bruno came in and proceeded to
mount you father and fucked him too."

	Dad only blushed as Karl told the story.  Malcolm and I were
fascinated by the story.  I was trying to picture a big dog humping my
Dad's ass.  Karl came over and kissed Malcolm as he took hold of his
cock and pulled on it a little, "Boy you have grown a lot since I taught
you about cock sucking".  Then he turned his attention towards me.

	"Boy I missed out on bringing you out.  Lets see how good of a
job they did!"

	Karl sat down next to me.  He picked me up and sat me on his
lap.  While he was sticking his tongue into my mouth he started playing
with my little pecker.  GOWD it was a thrill to be sitting bare assed on
his naked hairy thigh while he played with my dick.  He seemed to enjoy
sucking on my nipples.  My chest was hairless, like a girl's.  I was still to
young to have any pubic hair.  Karl sent Malcolm off to the bathroom to
get a jar of Vaseline.  When he returned Karl applied a generous amount
to his cock after he stood me on my feet.

	I knew what was coming.  It did not frighten me at all.  Karl's
cock wasn't any bigger than Dad's.  He told me to lie face down on the
floor.  When I was ready he stuck two fingers into the jar and then
stuffed his fingers into my ass and wiggled them around.  When he was
satisfied that I was greased up enough he laid on top of me.  That greasy
tube slid down the warm valley of my ass until it found my asshole.  He
pushed down and the knob forced my sphincter open.  I grunted because
it did hurt.  I was resting my head on my crossed arms and looking at
Dad.  Malcolm came over and sat next to Dad.  They were feeling each
other up while my uncle fucking my ass.  Before Karl came in my ass,
Malcolm went to the floor and sucked Dad's cock.

	There wasn't a lt of sleeping that weekend.  There was no telling
how many times I was fucked by the three of them.  I even got to fuck
Daddy doggie style.  All good things have to come to an end.  We had
to go home but not until Karl promised to visit more often.

	When Malcolm and Tim graduated from high school they both
went away to college.  That left just Dad and I at home.  I became
Daddies little bitch.  I got a charge out of knowing that when my Dad
put on his ministerial robes to preach on Sunday he did have pants or
underwear on.  When he was stand in  the pulpit to preach he would
have a raging hard-on.  After service he would exit the church first and
stand by the entrance to greet everyone as they headed home to eat.  I'm
sure those little old ladies would have been shocked if they knew how
hard his cock was and what I was going to do in the vestibule in just a
few minutes.



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