Friday, May 13, 2011

THE SON OF A PREACHER MAN

I have always loved the song, "Son of a Preacher Man".  I'm even old enough to remember when it was released by Dusty Springfield back in 1968.  It was written by John Hurley and Ronnie Wilkins and there was something very innocently erotic about it.  Like so many songs from that era, as a young boy exploring his sexuality, I would twist the songs in my imagination and make them about two guys.  Here's my version of the classic.


Billy Ray was a preacher's son and when his daddy would visit he'd come along. He was my second or third cousin and his daddy and my daddy loved to sit around and talk about the Lord. They'd have long prayer meetin's at out house and some of the older folks would speak in tongues and then somebody'd translate in plain English. I loved hearing some of the old ladies in the congregation going on in some foreign sounding language. Billy Ray would always catch my eye and wink and then break out in a big grin that would turn my insides into a Sunday afternoon potluck jello salad.

He was two years older than me and about the same age as my sister. He loved to tease her and make her holler with laughter. One day Billy Ray and his daddy came visiting. My daddy and his daddy had some serious praying to do for one of the members of the congregation who'd come down with something serious. They'd been fasting for two days and my daddy was as mean as a wet hen. Us kids was out on the front porch fooling around and my sister and Billy Ray got to laughing so hard I thought they was gonna bust a gut.

Billy Ray's daddy came out through the screen door with a real mean look on his face and I thought Billy Ray was in for it but good. Billy Ray's daddy just stood there, looking at him and finally he said, “Billy Ray.”

“Yes, sir?” Billy Ray replied.

“You knew when we come over here that I had some serious work to do for the Lord, didn't you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then why in Tarnation are you out here on the porch carrying on with Sally Ann causing such a ruckus while we're in here trying to bring down God's blessings and healing on one of the Lord's stricken?”

“I'm sorry, sir.”

“Sorry don't cut it, boy. Now git yer sorry ass away from this house before I take my belt to it. You know you ain't too old for a good lickin'”.

Billy Ray stood up with his face all red and his eyes bulging, looking l like he was gonna explode. He stood there a moment and then let out a big breath and smiled at his daddy.

“Yes, sir.” And then he started down the porch steps.

“And take these other young ins with you.” his daddy hollered.

Sally Ann and I jumped up only too eager to oblige. We all started running down the driveway and when we heard the screen door slam we all burst into laughter. Billy Ray jumped on my back and rode me piggy back for awhile and then jumped off and I jumped on his back. The skin on the back of his neck smelled like soap and graham crackers and I felt my pecker start to make some movement in my pants. I think Billy Ray must have felt it too cause he turned and looked into my eyes and gave me that knock dead smile of his. I jumped off and had to adjust myself while Billy Ray laughed and then grabbed my sister's hand.

“Come on, Sally Ann. Let's ditch this little chicken before he lays an egg.”

They ran off laughing as I just stood in the middle of the dirt road feeling all the blood leaving my pecker and making it's way up to my cheeks. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face and I tried desperately to wipe them away, but they just kept on coming.

Being good isn't always easy no matter how hard I try. That night I lay up in my room and I tried to think about Jesus hanging on the cross; suffering and bleeding for me, but before I knew it I was thinking about Billy Ray on my back and the smell of his neck when I was on his back and my pecker just had a mind of it's own. My pecker don't give a shit about Jesus' sacrifice. And once he's up, he ain't going down till I take care of business. Forgive me, Lord.

I had found an old rag in my Mama's rag bin to use for cleaning up after myself after my Mama marched into the kitchen one morning while she was doing laundry.

“Tommy Joe, what in God's name is all over yer drawers, boy? They's as stiff as a board.  I hope to God they come clean, cause if they don't I ain't buying you another pair til Christmas. You can just go to school bare ass naked under yer knickers.”

My sister spit the milk and cereal that she was eating all over the kitchen table and I turned as red as a beet. Thank you Jesus, that my daddy wasn't there, although I'm sure she told him all about it. They talked about everything.

The next time Billy Ray came over with his daddy we high tailed out the back yard down to the creek. Sally Ann tried to keep up but Billy Ray just kept running.

“Hey wait for me, Billy Ray. I'll tell yer daddy if you don't. You want him to whup yer ass?”

“Looks like we're whupping yer ass, Sally Ann.” I yelled. She must've tuckered out, cause when we looked back after a few minutes, we couldn't see her no more.

“I know a great swimming hole, Tommy. You ever been skinny dipping?”

“Hell no. My daddy'd tear me a new asshole if he ever caught me swimming naked.”

“You know the way I sees it, Tommy Joe, the good Lord made us in his image. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“And my daddy's always going on about how our bodies are the temple of God. Well, if we's made in His image and this here body's a temple, you should be falling down on yer knees worshiping me.” He smiled his killer smile and took off running. When I finally caught up with him he was at the creek, taking off his pants.

“Come on Tommy Joe, don't be a kill joy.” He scrambled out of his underwear and stood there with his hands on his hips. “Well, what you waitin' for. Get down on yer knees.” He laughed. His cock was twice as big as mine and as he stood there he moved his hips back and forth while his dick flopped from hip to hip. “Pretty damn impressive ain't it. I'd say the good Lord was mighty generous when He was handing out peckers.” His balls were just as prodigious in size and flew from side to side as he spoke. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. “What're ya staring at, boy? Ain't ya never seen another boy's pecker?”

“Not like that I ain't.”

“Come on Tommy Joe, take yer clothes off and let me see yers.”

I blushed. I had really red cheeks most of the time then, but when I got embarrassed, my whole face turned red and I got embarrassed a lot. I walked over to where Billy Ray was standing stroking his cock and started taking my clothes off. Billy Ray was rock hard by the time my pecker flew out of my underpants as I removed them.

“Damn, boy, you got a nice hard on going already.” He reached out and stroked it. I pulled away and covered myself.

“What're you doing Billy Ray?”

“Just wanted to touch it. Don't you wanna touch mine?”

“It's a sin.”

“To wanna feel good? What's so sinful about feeling good? I am sick to death of hearing about how God hates me for wanting to feel good. Don't you go starting in on me too. Now get over here.”

I stood for a moment wanting for all the world to fall to my knees and worship his cock with my hands and mouth. It was like in the cartoons when the Devil is on one shoulder and the angel is on the other. My pecker of course wanted nothing more than to find it's way into Billy Ray's hand or mouth and with the Devil, me and my pecker, the angel was outnumbered three to one.

I was in awe of Billy Ray's cock. It was huge. Not only was it twice as long as mine, it was thick too. In my mouth it felt even bigger and I choked several times. Billy Ray was an expert at making my pecker feel good. He stroked it and licked the dew off the tip of it with his tongue. He sucked it, taking every inch into his mouth and throat without gagging.

“Where'd you learn to do that?” I asked him.

“I got lots of cousins.” He laughed and went right back to work on my dick. We got into a position where we could both suck each other at the same time. “Ever had a finger in yer ass?” And before I could get his pecker out of my mouth and reply, he had wet his finger and was sticking it up my ass. “Relax!” he yelled as I flinched and almost bit off his dick. Pretty soon it felt better than I could ever imagine. I figured he'd like me to do the same and I was only too happy to oblige him. Billy Ray was moaning with pleasure. We both shot at the same time into each others' mouths. He tasted as good as he smelled.

Afterwards, we dove into the water and horsed around. While we were laying naked letting the sun dry us both off my pecker decided to get hard again. Billy Ray saw it and leaned over to take it in his mouth.

We both heard it at the same time. A twig or leaf snapped and then a gasp. We looked up and saw Sally Ann with her hands over her mouth and a look of terror in her eyes.

Billy Ray left town the next day. I haven't heard from him or seen him in years. We heard his daddy took the belt to him and the next day he ran off. I got a good whipping too. My daddy made me go out and cut a stick to whip me with. I tried the smaller ones thinking they wouldn't hurt as much on my ass, but I was wrong. I came back in with a branch and my daddy threw it away and used his belt. We never talked about the incident or Billy Ray again.

I think about Billy Ray and what mighta happened to him. He had such life in him. Such a joyful smile and charm. I got married and had kids, but the only one who could ever reach me was the son of preacher man.

9 comments:

Peace Man said...

Very cool story MM. A little sad at the end. Loved it.

Peace Man said...

M Man, I commented yesterday brother, but it looks like all the comments are gone. Just wanted to tell you how much I liked this post. Again, lol.

Peace brother.

rugbysex said...

i've said it b4 and i'll say it again, MM, you really are a gifted writer. ur dialects are always spot on and your characters simply sparkle. thank you for a VERY satisfying read. you certainly do know how to create or re-create charming characters. you ALWAYS make me care about them, and perhaps fall in love with them a little. no small feat. kudos my friend!

miracleman said...

Peace Man,
Will you marry me?

MM

miracleman said...

Rugger Baby,
I love you. You always know exactly the right things to say. I'd ask you to marry me, but you're already taken. LOL

MM

rugbysex said...

i don't mind playing second fiddle to a remarkable guy w/ a beautiful soul. but sorry MM, Peace Man's taken too.
cheers!

harry said...

I enjoyed this short story enormously.
Your fiction is the reason that I was attracted to this blog in the first place. It's what sets "morning rain shower" apart from all other gay blogs. I hope that you will write and post more of your work. You are good. Very good.

miracleman said...

Harry,
Thank you, I shall.

Ruggy,
Thanks for bursting my bubble.

MM

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