Growing up as a Pastor's Son Pt. 06

It has been a long time in coming. Sorry for the delay. As in all stories I have written, the names, places, and jobs are not in any way, shape or form related to real people or situations. This is a work of fiction. Now that I have said it as pure disclaimer enjoy the fucking.

This is a continuation of Growing up as a Pastor's Son.

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Ryan sat in Grover Park on an old wood and rod iron bench. Across the manicured grass a stocky man slowly walked toward him. They waved to each other. A few minutes later the dark tanned man, Inez Garcia, sat next to Ryan.

Off in the distance near the tree line bordering the park lay a young couple laughing as their wiry puppy bounced around them. The small dog's yaps echoed.

"Thank you for meeting me, Inez," Ryan said. He studied the Mexican with new eyes. Ryan had known this man for three years since he began working as the church grounds keeper. What he had not known about his friend were the secrets his father had revealed about Inez a few days ago.

"Ryan."

"Do you trust me?"

"As well as I can trust any white man," Inez replied, smiled, and lightly punched Ryan in the shoulder. "Skip to the chase and spill it."

"Okay." Ryan looked Inez in the eyes. "How long were you in prison?"

"I was arrested at 18, got out three years ago. I served 32 years." Inez said. He then asked, "What else... I know you have a point somewhere... am I right?"

"How do you feel about my father and what do you know about him?" Ryan Asked.

Inez inhaled deeply in contemplation. "I know he is a good hearted man who actually cares for people. And when no one and I mean no one wanted to hire me your father stepped up," he said. His jaw flexed and tightened. "How do I feel...? I owe him."

"Tell me about prison," Ryan asked.

"That's a big subject. Can you be more specific?" Inez asked.

"Prison sex?"

"Now we get to it. The strong preyed on the weak and normally the weak need the strong to survive. I fucked my share of sissy ass fags." Inez said. "I pimped out hundreds of jail sluts."

"Do you miss fucking men?" Ryan asked.

"What's to miss? I have my share of street queers and sissies now and all kinds of pussy." Inez said. Then he added, "What is it you really want, Ryan?"

"One last question and then I will answer yours... okay?"

"Sure."

"Why did you go to prison? I never asked my dad, nor did I want to look up your record without your knowledge." Ryan said.

"Rape," Inez replied. "My aunt Ruby claimed I attacked her. In truth we had been fucking for 4 months, she gets knocked up. Who was I to know my uncle was sterile. So he beats the shit out of her and she claims I had forced her to fuck. And the real fucked up bullshit is the weirdest part. The day I get out she picks me up; we go to a motel and fuck for 3 days. Of course she was 69 years old by then. What a fucking whore."

"Really," Ryan said. "And what about your Uncle?"

Inez scuffs. "He's a sissy ass cuckold now. I turned him. After all, he was part of the reason I went to prison. And Ruby, even now at 72 the old bitch still gives it up twice a week. What a freak show. Now, my uncle watches us fuck and eats my cum out her sagging snatch"

"What about your lawyer?" Ryan asked.

"Useless... so tell me... what do you want, Ryan?"

"I need your help." Ryan spent the next 15 minutes detailing the events of the last four days concerning his father, mother and Jerry. Then he said, "And to top it all off, Jerry has a thing for my grandmother. We need to blackmail my grandfather and make him a submissive sissy."

"Yeah, he is a racist asshole for sure. And as for Jerry he has a great mouth. I really wanted to pop his cherry." Inez laughed. "If I had met your grandfather in prison I would have made the cocksucker my personal bitch." Inez said. He then added, "Ryan do you see that young couple over there?"

"Yes."

"Well here is the big secret about human nature. People need to fuck. There are no gay, straight, lesbian, or bi-sexual preferences - Just the deep animalistic desire to fuck. In prison I fucked my first sissy in the ass. Now I love sissy asses just as much as pussy. And this may shock you, but I love to suck cum out of a hard big cock, and get fucked in my big ass just as much as any queer around."

"Okay, but what does that have to do with the young couple over there?" Ryan asked smiling.

"I'm gonna fuck them both." He said and paused, "Or should I say we are. But that's for later. So how do you want to do this, Ryan?"

"Here's my plan... well its Jerry's plan?" He explained it in less than three minutes.

"So simple it has to work," Inez reached down and shifted his hardening cock. He noticed Ryan looking at his crotch.

"I am curious, how did you get Jerry to suck your cock?" Ryan asked him.

"He was spying on me as I took a piss about two weeks ago. So I offered and he fell to his knees greedy for it."

"Well he is an excellent cocksucker as I do know... Is it true, as my dad said, you have fucked half the congregation?"

"You are full of questions today Ryan," Inez said reaching over and gripped the teenager's right thigh. "I am willing to help you, but what are you going to do in return?" Inez saw his young friend's cock twitch beneath his jeans.

"What do you want?"

"Okay, after we take care of your grandfather, I want you come to my house one week from this Sunday. Bring your mother, father, grandmother, and Jerry. Expect to stay the night," Inez said.

"Agreed, sounds like fun," Ryan answered with a grin. Then he asked, "Who is the biggest whore in the church?"

"Oh that is easy. Linda Hunt. She's a screamer. She took on 8 guys and 3 women in a night. One was her brother, Karl Hunt, and one was her 98 year old great-grandmother Bonita Hunt. The entire family is made up of slutty ass bitches."

"Man oh man, who would have known? In church and around the community they appear to be so fucking pure and righteous," Ryan said. "Bonita, the great-grandmother, is on every church committee and the head of the church yearly itinerary."

"The more righteous, the sluttier they are," Inez said. "That's why I love working for your father." Inez added, "I did suspect your dad was a sissy. And I have always wanted to fuck your mom."

"You can have her and my dad, after you fuck me first," Ryan said as he reached over and held Inez's huge cock. "Since I took Jerry's cherry you can have mine."

Ryan and Inez parted and prepared for the downfall of a hypocrite and put him in the sinful place he so well deserved.

***

Harvey Monroe, preferring to be called Hal for no apparent reason since childhood, sat snooping through Curtis Wooden's office desk at the church. "I know that little pencil dick is hiding something," he mumbled to himself. So much like his self-created nickname "Hal" he claimed the title of Doctor Monroe over the truth.

He had barely finish community college with a C-, never attending seminary, simply filed a business license under his fraudulent title. And over the years as time marched on, people learned to call him by the lie not knowing the truth.

Hal crawled underneath the desk exploring every nook and crack for concealed secrets. A soft knock sounded on the office door. Hal retreated from the beneath the desk, brushed off any dust on his pants, took a deep breath, relaxed and walked to the door. Opening it he saw a young man around the age of 18 or 19 dressed in flowery short shorts two sizes too small, pink flip flops and a light pink t-shirt. There was something familiar about him, but Hal could not place him.

"How may I help you young man?" Hal asked looking him over.

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I'm here for personal counseling with Pastor Wooden. My name is Jerry," he replied.

"Brother Wooden isn't here right now. And I don't know when he'll return," Hal said sharply.

"I really need to speak with someone, sir." Jerry whimpered wringing his hands. "Can you help?"

Hal felt no sympathy for Jerry. What he did feel was a stirring in his groin. This soft spoken young man dressed as he was on the verge of tears and weakness called out to Hal's perverted sexual needs. He reached out and led Jerry into the office and quietly locked the door.

"I am Doctor Monroe a semi-retired minister and Pastor Wooden's father-in-law. Allow me to help you if I may, Jerry," he said escorting Jerry to the sofa near the bookcase.

"Do you think you can, sir?" Jerry asked.

Hal loved the way this fragile young man called him sir. It fed into his superior being over everyone else he controlled. "Tell me how I may help you, young man."

"I am so confused. I don't know how to explain..." Jerry covered his face with his hands and bent forward to his knees. A pair of pink laced panties, wedged in his ass crack, peaked over and above the waistband of his shorts. It did not go unnoticed by the old preacher.

Hal moved from the edge of the sofa closer to Jerry. He reached out and rested his left hand on the young man's bare right thigh. "Now, now, Jerry it can't be that bad. Just tell me so I may help you." Hals soft penis began to grow. He was very proud of his 5.5 inches. He relished the smooth warm skin beneath his hand as he gently massage Jerry's thigh. He was close enough to smell the young man's innocent scent. Hal slowly help Jerry sit up and pulled him close into a hug.

"I don't know what is wrong with me..." Jerry began. "In gym class I find myself staring at all the naked male bodies and other times I try to look up my mother's dress, wanting to see her pussy... sorry."

"Jerry it is so normal to be curious. How old are you?'

"18 last February."

"That's good, very good.... Now I know for sure I can help you, Jerry," Hal said. "So continue... tell me everything, son."

"Well, when I am alone I masturbate in front of a mirror. I also really get excited when I think of Coach Davis. He was showering last Monday and I saw his penis. He is an older man in his late sixties. I love older men... I think I do at least. I also wear my mom's dirty panties thinking I am a woman who needs to be fucked... sorry... I mean to have intercourse." Jerry paused, turning his face, looking up at Hal. He could not fail to notice Hal had tented his pants.

"It's okay. Use what words best describe your problem... your desires, I mean," Hal said. Then he said, "Are you wearing your mom's dirty panties now, Jerry?"

"Yes, sir," Jerry replied.

"How do they make you feel?"

"Sexy, sir, like a woman who needs to fuck... sorry," Jerry smiled nervously.

"Are you a virgin, Jerry?" the old preached asked ogling the young man's body.

"Yes, sir..." Jerry began, and then said, "Well... I have tasted my own cum and licked my mom's dirty panties."

"Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes sir. My mom's underwear had a musky scent and my cum a sweet salty flavor... so yesterday I jerked off into her dirty panties and lick them clean. It was a delicious mixture. That's the pair I have on now." Jerry smiled.

"Show me what your mom's panties look like on you, Jerry," Hal instructed.

Jerry leaned back against the sofa, lifted his hips, and pushed down the side of his shorts to reveal the waist band of his mother's panties.

"No, Jerry stand up and show me... remove your shorts, son," Hal ordered him.

Jerry slowly stood and began to push his short shorts down. Impatient Hal grabbed the sides of the shorts and yanked then down to Jerry's ankles. "Step out of them, son."

The young man stood in front of Hal with only his pink t-shirt and a pair of pink laced panties. His semi-soft cock held wedge backwards into his ass crack. "Do you like them, sir?"

"I do. You have a fine body, young man. Now slowly turn around and let me see all of you. And for God's sake take off that fucking t-shirt."

Hal lifted his butt off the sofa and pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He sat back down as Jerry turned around in front of him. "The real test is now. You are wearing dirty panties with a man's hard cock in front of you... The test is what will you do with such an unexpected gift?"

When Jerry saw Hal's small skinny dick he almost burst out in laughter. But he also knew he had to continue the game to the end. "Oh may you have such a huge penis, sir."

"It is a cock, Jerry, a huge man cock, not a penis," Hal said. "Come here and suck it boy... That's what queers like you do. They suck big cocks and get fucked. Come suck me you little good for nothing faggot. Then if you are lucky I will fuck your ass and give you my holy juices."

"Yes, sir, thank you so much sir," Jerry dressed only in his mother's dirty panties went to his knees and sucked on Hal's little worm. As Jerry moved he slyly reached into his panties and shifted his hardening cock up against his stomach to hide it from the old man. He felt Hal lean over and heard him open a bottle of lube. Hal had found it in the side table earlier.

Only after a few minutes the old preacher turned Jerry around pushing his face into the office carpet. The old preacher tore the panties out of Jerry's ass crack and began to lube up the boys asshole. He was rough and uncaring for his innocent victim. "Now I'm gonna fuck your ass cherry into oblivion, boy," Hal said. In one thrust he entered Jerry's asshole.

"OOOOOHHHHH FFFFuckkkkk, pppllleeeassseee stoppppp it hurts..." Jerry screamed his best faked moans. He hardly felt Hal's dick in his previously well-fucked pussy-hole.

Within four short thrust Hal shot his small load into Jerry's bowels.

The scream was the signal. And a few seconds later amid yells and protests the office door burst open. In rushed Ryan, Inez, and two heavily tattooed thugs, friends of Inez.

"What the fuck is going on here!" Inez shouted as his two friends surrounded Hal holding him on the ground. "Why are you fucking my bitch old man? His ass ain't free."

Reality struck home. "No, please I'll pay you money... how much for the bitch?" Hal begged.

"Yes you will pay my dear husband," Ethel said as she entered the office.

Hal froze.

"Oh my, God! Grandpa, what the fuck? What the hell happened to you? You disgraceful bastard," Ryan yelled. "What will people say?"

"Ryan. Ethel. It's not what you think... this sinful pervert... he seduced me... tricked me... he's the devil's disciple..." Grasping for words to hide his guilt he said, "What are you doing here? I was in the middle of a sacred counseling session."

Ethel smiled and said, "Well, I was kinda hoping you'd want to play with this a little. Will you, stud? Will you play with your wife's cock?" Ethel lifted her skirt up over her stomach to uncover her new toy. Her new 8 inch strap-on bounced wildly in her husband's face.

In seconds Hal was stripped and bent over the office prayer bench ass up. Inez and his friends held him firm spreading his legs apart. Ethel reached over and started rubbing his ass with both hands. She wanted to feel that big ass as her dildo cock rammed up into his bowels.

"Get your hands off my butt, woman," Hal screamed. "And why aren't you wearing panties, you slut?" Hal attacked her in hopes to shame her and make her stop. He watched his wife move behind him and felt her spread his ass cheeks.

"What do we have here, my dear hubby?" She said tapping the base of a butt plug that was impaled in his puckered asshole.

"Ohhh uhh the doctor said it was good for my hemorrhoids," Hal said.

Ethel quickly pulled the small plastic plug out of his asshole 'pop'. "Interesting," she whispered. Then she said, "I got something for your hemorrhoids, baby."

"Get that tool of Satan away from me, woman!" he shouted gasping at the huge thick rubber dildo.

Hal lay there, held down by thugs, his wife brazenly opening his pink, twitching asshole.

Ethel dug her manicured nails into his plump white ass cheeks, rubbing them as she looked at her husband's gaping hole. Then out of the blue she circled his anus with her fingers and it winked at her. She really wanted to fuck his ass, but what would Ryan, her grandson, think of her afterwards. She turned to find Ryan getting a blowjob from her new lover Jerry.

"Is it okay, Ryan?" she asked.

"Hell yes. Fuck that motherfucking liar. He wants it. Why else would a sissy have a butt plug up his ass?" Ryan said.

Inez handled Ethel a tube of lube. "Break this bastard in for us. And then we will train him real good for you."

Ethel smiled looking around the room for approval from everyone and stopped as she saw Jerry removed her grandson's cock from his mouth.

"I love you, Ethel no matter what. Do it for yourself. Fuck him." He then went back to Ryan's big cock licking from taint to tip.

Ethel rubbed lube over her dildo and squirted a glob onto Hal's asshole. She worked lube in and out his hole as he fought against it and wiggled his big ass to avoid her fingers. She shoved two fingers deep inside his rectum.

"You can't do this... Ethel!"

She paused on the opening of her husband's asshole, rubbing her fingers back and forth. The lube allowing her fingers to slip and slide across his joy hole. "How does that feel, sissy? Do you like your old wife playing with your wrinkled up asshole? Do you want me to shove my big cock up your whore ass?"

Ethel shaped her hand into a fleshy spade and speared his ass deep up to her wrist. She pumped in and out several times; lubricating it good to make sure Hal's fuckhole was ready for the dildo. She felt his ass tighten and loosen and tighten.

"Ooohhhhh mmmmm," Hal moaned. His body betrayed him as he pushed up to meet his wife's hand pumping into his ass. He rotated his butt in tiny circles.

Ethel extracted her hand from her husband's bunghole. A small ass fart followed her fingers out. She guided the strap-on tip forward touching Hals' ass-pussy. Hal jerked away and then immediately pushed back driving the rubber cock head into his ass.

"Oh, yesssss..." he whimpered.

"You fucking mean vile man, why did I listen to you or obey such a coward," Ethel shouted. She slammed the dildo deep inside him, withdrew and lunged forward impaling her woman cock into his ass. In blinding speed without mercy, Ethel turned into an enraged jackhammer smashing away relentlessly into the man who never loved her. The rubber balls of the strap-on slapping away against his low hanging testicles. She enjoyed fucking this perverted creature she once respected as a devout preacher, but hated as a man, that fucked for his own sexual pleasures and not hers. With every slap of his plump ass cheeks against her thighs signaled her independence from this man who belittled her at every opportunity in public and private.

"OOOHH FFFuuuuckkkkiinnngggg helll you bitch..." Hal shrieked in pain. "Don't stop you fucking old whore. Beat my asshole up.... mmmmm... uuuugghhh." Hal blew his cum onto the cushion prayer bench.

Ethel kept pounding away for five more minutes, thrust after thrust and then stopped. Buried to the strap-on rubber balls, the dildo was snug and seated firm; she looked down at her husband for the first time since her first plunge. He had passed out, his breathing shallow.

The mature grandmother withdrew herself from Hal and his swollen asshole.

She looked around the room and found the small statue. It was the "Golden Righteous Award" given to her son in law as a gift from Hal. It stood 12 inches, shaped in the form of an athlete holding up a baseball size globe of the earth. It was as thick as a coke can. She turned to Inez and asked for the trophy.

Once in hand she lubed it up and shoved it up Hal's gaping puffy ass-pussy. "Here is your award for finally satisfying your wife, Sissy. You're my bitch now."

Everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing and watched the lustful sex by a horny grandmother seeking revenge for a sexless marriage.

"Goddamn, Grandma did you kill him?" Ryan asked.

"Nope, but she sure fuck'n broke his ass," Inez said laughing.

Jerry held the last of Ryan's cum in his mouth, got up and kissed Ethel, his mature sexy girlfriend, passionately swapping the last remnants of Ryan's cum between them.

"Get him boys, we got more work to do with this sissy," Inez said to his friends. He turned to Ethel and said, "You are one fine lady and if you don't mind me saying, I would be honored to fuck you one day soon."

Ethel moved from behind Hal as the two thugs carried him away, unstrapped the dildo, dropping it to the floor. She pulled Inez to her and gave him a loving hug and kiss. She also felt his huge hard-on hidden in his pants up against her pussy.

"Inez, I am a three-hole slut now and you can take me in any and all of them," she said with a huge grin. Then said, "But I have to fuck my grandson first, okay?"

The church office smelled of hardcore sex for days. The church secretary, Linda Hunt, said nothing.