The Preacher's Son

"I got an older brother. He's in the Army, over in Afghanistan. My little brother's still in high school. He plays football. He's the quarterback. He's real good. He's gonna get a scholarship and then go pro."

"That's awesome," I said, smiling at the way Jackson bragged on his little brother.

Jackson looked at me and tilted his head slightly as if he was thinking deeply. "You're different than I thought you'd be."

"What do you mean?"

"When I first saw you with the Reverend, I thought you'd be stuck up. Or a down low ho. You know, acting like goody two-shoes in front of your daddy, but at night partying like a straight up ho."

I shook my head. "No."

"No," he laughed in agreement. "I can tell you real shy, but you okay talkin' to me. You treat me like a regular dude."

"I don't get to talk to a lot of people," I said, then added quietly, "And you're really nice."

"I ain't that nice, but thank you for saying so. So what you got planned for the rest of the day?"

"Oh, nothing. I'll probably finish up the book I'm reading, and then maybe go to the library. You?"

"Mm... I got an appointment with my barber to get a haircut. Then go visit my mama."

"A haircut?" I asked, as I looked at his head. His hair was very short. I couldn't imagine it being any shorter.

"Yeah, I need to get lined up." He traced a line across the top of his forehead, then around his back. "Get my fade tightened."

"Oh. It's so short, I thought you shaved it."

"Nah. You think I should shave my head? You think it'd look good?"

I shrugged. "I don't know a lot about hair. But I think it would probably look good on you. Your head is smooth."

Jackson leaned back in his chair and nodded. "A'ight. We'll see. So you got that ring, but you don't have a girlfriend do you?"

"No," I said, hoping that I wasn't blushing.

"No boyfriend?"

My eyes widened in shock and I looked down and shook my head. "No." I looked up at him through my lashes, then looked back down. "Do you? Have a girlfriend I mean?"

"Nope."

I swallowed nervously, then I whispered, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. Not yet. But I'm working on it."

My eyes shot up at him. He leaned back with a smug grin on his face as he stared at me. I could feel my face flush and I gave him a bashful smile and giggled nervously.

I couldn't believe that I was having a real conversation with Jackson, a virtual stranger. I could barely hold conversations with people I knew, and here I was talking with Jackson like he was my best friend. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was flirting with me!

We had finished eating, so we got up and took care of our garbage then got back to work.

Jackson finished before me and he leaned up against the building waiting for me to finish. He walked over and picked up the yard bags and brought them back to the dumpster for me. I pushed the mower back to the shed. I propped the door open with the rock. As I pushed the lawnmower back into place, the door creaked shut and the shed went pitch black.

I let out a quiet gasp. "The rock must have come loose."

I turned around and gasped again when I felt Jackson move in front of me. He stepped closer and leaned his head down to mine, bringing his face close to mine. He whispered, "Can I kiss you, Wally?"

I must have heard him wrong. "Wh-- What?"

Jackson pressed his lips against mine and my mind exploded. I gripped his tank top in my fists to keep myself from sliding to the ground. Our moist lips slid against each other as I let Jackson claim my mouth. Jackson's tongue slid across my lips. I let out a whimper as I parted my lips. His tongue entered my mouth and slowly lapped against my own.

When Jackson finally broke our kiss, I clung to his chest and trembled in his arms. My prick was so hard in my pants, the slightest touch would probably set it off. I didn't want to spooge in my pants like some junior high loser, so I gathered myself and stepped back slightly. I unfisted my hands and straightened out Jackson's tank top.

Jackson put his arms around me and pulled me closer.

"Damn," Jackson whispered. "That was nice, baby. You taste good. Like something fresh out the oven, all hot and sweet. It would be hard for me to let you cool down before I had a taste. My mama always told me I could be impatient when it came to eating dessert. You gonna be my dessert, Wally?"

I didn't know what to say. I certainly never thought of myself as a tasty treat before! I brought my arms up and put them around his back. His back was hard and muscular. The air in the shed was humid and stale and standing here like this with Jackson, it felt like the temperature had risen ten degrees.

"We should go," I said, though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I was afraid of being caught.

Jackson bent down and gave me one more quick kiss.

"We have to go," I insisted as I gave his chest a little push.

Jackson stepped back and pushed open the shed door. I brought my hand up to shield my eyes from the bright glare of the sun as I stepped out of the shed. Jackson let the shed door shut behind us and started walking.

I slid up next to him and we slowly walked down to the church parking lot. I didn't know what to say to the man, so I remained quiet. I had a feeling that my fear had ruined things between us.

Jackson climbed on his bike and pulled on his helmet.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and stood there watching him, feeling like a first-class dork. "See you next week, then?"

"A'ight then, Wally. Next week."

He reached up and tweaked my chin and I grinned widely at what I took to be a genuine display of affection. He laughed, then sped away on his bike.

Maybe things were okay after all.

***

I got up out of bed and locked the door.

I had done nothing but think of Jackson all day and I couldn't take it anymore.

I got back under the covers and reached down and slid my briefs off. I shuddered as the cotton material dragged across my leaking head. I had been semi-hard all day lost in fantasies of Jackson. In addition to the drying fluid in my briefs, there was a considerable wet spot.

Pushing aside the guilt I was feeling for sinning, I tried to remember that my health teacher said what I planned on doing was perfectly normal and natural.

I gripped my shaft tightly and jerked my hand up and down. My dripping head lubricated my dry palm making the movements easier. I gripped the sheets with my left hand, steadily stroking with my right.

I thought about the feel of his hard body against mine. The taste of lips against mine... his tongue in my mouth...

"Jackson," I moaned as my hips thrust up. I gasped and coughed as a splash of warm liquid splattered across my open mouth. I bucked up and down on the bed as an intense orgasm racked my body. By the time I finally came down and started to breath normally, I was covered in my sticky semen.

If Jackson could see his 'tasty treat' right now, I don't think he would be able to wait before having a taste.

***

I stood in front of the church wondering where he was. When I heard the drone of an approaching sport bike engine, I turned and watched him bank into the parking lot. He parked his bike and climbed off, pulling the helmet off. He rolled his neck back and forth to crack it. He then pulled his shirt off and draped it over the bike. Man, he looked good in that white tank top. He looked up at me and flashed me a wide perfect smile.

My heart rate sped up as I watched him walk towards me.

"Hey, Wally."

"Hi, Jackson. Good to see you again."

Jackson followed me to the tool shed. I opened the door and pointed to the rock. "There's the rock," I said quietly as I entered the shed.

Jackson let the door shut behind him, engulfing us in darkness. His arms surrounded me and he pressed his lips to my neck. I reached up and grabbed his forearms and shuddered as he whispered in my ear, "Been thinking 'bout you, baby boy."

"Me, too," I whispered back.

Jackson turned me around and cupped my face in his hands. He kissed me slowly and deeply. His tongue slid into my mouth and I gladly opened for him. We kissed until I was breathless. My legs were like jelly and I clutched at him to hold myself up.

His tongue flicked my ear lobe and his lips brushed my outer ear as he whispered, "If you knew what I was thinking 'bout and what I was doin' to myself while thinkin' it... Baby, you'd fall out."

My whole body reacted in an intense shudder.

Jackson chuckled and nipped my ear lobe with his teeth. "C'mon, baby boy. Let's get this work over with."

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Okay."

During our lunch break, we sat on the patio eating sandwiches, talking and laughing together. I was amazed at how comfortable I was with Jackson.

Jackson took a sip of his water, then tore off a piece of his ham sandwich. "So I take it your parents don't know you're gay?"

"Oh, no. Definitely not. I think that Dad would kill me. Literally kill me. I mean, just two weeks ago, he gave a sermon about the evils of gays and gay marriage. Trying to get donations for an anti-marriage equality group. I just sat there and bit my tongue. I know it makes me a coward... but..."

"Hey. You ain't a coward. Don't be puttin' yourself down."

I liked that he was protective of me. "Thanks. Do you parents know about you?"

"It's just my mama, but she knows. She asked me out-right one day and I couldn't lie. She says 'a mama knows her sons'."

"And she's okay with it?" I asked with surprise.

"Yeah. Mama says God don't make mistakes. And I gotta believe that."

My eyes welled with tears and I nodded my head. "I want to believe that, too."

"Hey, you wanna go out tonight?" he asked.

I swallowed my last bite of sandwich and looked up at him in shock and lowered my voice to a whisper. "Like... Out? Like a date?"

He leaned closer to me. "We can grab dinner and hang out."

My first instinct was to say 'no'. My parents would never approve. But there was something about Jackson. He made me feel... alive. I didn't have to hide with him. I didn't have to pretend. He liked me for who I was, not who I pretended to be.

I nodded. "Yes. I want to."

"What you gonna tell your folks? I know they don't approve of me, even just as a friend."

"Hm. I'll tell them that I'm going to the library. I go to the library at least once a week. They won't think anything of it. Not that it matters what they think about you. It only matters what I think."

The corner of Jackson's mouth turned up. The tip of his tongue pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. "I got something I wanna show you in the shed," he said quietly.

I jumped out of my chair and took care of the garbage. Jackson laughed loudly as I hurried towards the shed.

Once inside, I became shy again until he took me in his arms. He took my mouth, claiming it roughly. I pressed my body up against his, resting my hands on his rock hard pecs. I could feel a hot slab of flesh pressing into my belly and I hesitantly pressed back against it and let out a soft moan.

Jackson broke the kiss with a growl. "Damn, baby boy, you makin' me hard. Do you feel that? That's all for you."

I drew in a sharp breath and blinked. "It's hot in here," I said as I wiped my forehead.

Jackson laughed, then gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Let's got out there and finish this shit up."

After we finished the yard, I walked with him to the parking lot. He climbed onto his bike.

"So, I'll pick you up at the library at 5:00 then?"

"Yes. See you soon."

***

I sat on the bench outside the public library waiting for Jackson. It was just over a mile from my house, so after telling my mother where I was going, I headed out on foot.

My feet were tapping a mile a minute as I sat there and waited. I couldn't believe that I was going out on a date. My first real date. And with another boy!

After I showered and cleaned up, I dressed in a pair of tan cargo pants, a blue and orange short sleeved shirt, and a pair of clean sneakers. I hoped I didn't look too nerdy. My chestnut brown hair was parted on the left, perfectly in place. I looked stuffy. Like Dad. I ran my hand through it to make it a little bit messy. The gold flash of the purity ring on my left hand caught my eye. I tugged it off my finger and put it in my top drawer, not wanting to dwell on what that action might mean.

Jackson pulled up on his bike and pulled his helmet off. "Hey, baby boy."

I stood up and grinned widely. "Hi."

Jackson looked very handsome. He was wearing a clean pair of dark blue jeans and black boots. He had on an untucked, white linen shirt over a wife-beater. I was pleasantly surprised to see that his head was shaved smooth. Oh, man, it looked sexy.

Jackson smiled at my reaction.

"You wanna touch?" he asked.

He bent his head forward and I ran my hand across his perfect head. Warm electricity shot through my hand as soon as I touched him.

"Smooth," I said. My voice was quivering.

Jackson grinned. "So, you like burgers?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. I know a place."

I looked at the little seat. "Am I going to fit on that?"

Jackson looked down at my behind. "That tight little booty will fit just right."

"Oh, jeez," I mumbled with a blush. Jackson laughed and pushed a helmet onto my head.

"You can hold onto the handle behind the seat. Or hold onto me. Just hold on tight and don't let your legs touch the exhaust pipes."

I nodded and he climbed onto the bike and I got on behind him.

"Hold on!" he shouted.

He leaned forward and I grabbed onto him with a death grip and leaned forward slightly towards his back. I was grateful that he didn't go too fast. It was fast enough that it was scary, but exhilarating at the same time.

When Jackson pulled into the parking lot, I was shaking as I got off the bike. "Oh my gosh," I said with a laugh. "That was so much fun!"

I followed Jackson inside and we got a seat for two. The restaurant was a hole in the wall, but Jackson promised they had the best burgers in town for the money. He was right. The food was great and it was really cheap.

While we ate, we had an easy conversation with lots of laughs.

"So do you live with your mom?" I asked as I finished my last french fry.

"Nah, I got my own place. It belonged to my grandmama. It's a little trailer just outside town. My brother was living there before he went overseas, so it's mine now. It ain't much, but it's all mine..."

Jackson paused and looked me straight in the eyes. "You wanna see it?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

Jackson turned around and held up his hand. "Check."

***

Jackson pulled up in front of the small trailer and stopped the bike and cut off the engine.

I got off the bike before him and I followed him up to the porch. He unlocked the door and stepped inside.

He flicked the light switch, but nothing happened. He tried it a couple more times. "Fuck," he muttered. "Goddammit."

He moved further into the trailer and I stepped into the doorway and stood in the dark. I heard him pull open the fridge. "FUCK!"

The power to the entire trailer was turned off.

"Hey, Walt. Looks like my lights got cut off. I'm real sorry."

"Oh. If you need to borrow--"

"I got money," he said sharply. He took a breath and then calmly added, "I just... I thought I had a few more days. Look. Let's just go. I'll take you home."

"I don't wanna go home yet. You don't have to be embarrassed."

Jackson scoffed. "This ain't exactly my best moves here."

We both laughed nervously. I grabbed Jackson's hand and stepped inside. He shut and locked the door behind me. It was still light enough outside that it wasn't completely dark, but it soon would be.

Jackson took me into his arms and rested his forehead on mine and sighed. "I had a romantic evening planned," he whispered. "I was gonna seduce you."

"Oh, you were?" I snickered.

Jackson laughed. "Oh, hell yeah. Wait, I got some candles."

Jackson let go of me and dug around in the cabinets. He found a pair of taper candles. He lit them and handed one to me. I held it up and followed him to the bathroom. I watch him use the taper candle to light one of those large jar candles that sat on the back of the toilet. The scent of clean cotton filled the air. He picked up the jar and I followed him back to his bedroom. He set the jar on the nightstand next to his queen-sized bed. There were three decorative pillar candles on the nightstand and he lit those with his taper. He blew out the taper and set it down. He took my taper from me and snuffed it and set it aside.

He sat down on the bed and held his hand out to me. I took it and sat down next to him. The flickering candles cast shadows around the room and gave everything an earthly glow.

"This is actually really romantic," I said quietly as I put my hand on his.

"Maybe it was all part of my plan," he snickered.

"It's working."

Jackson's face went serious. He took me in his arms and leaned his head down and kissed me, slow and sensual. I wrapped my arms around his broad back and hugged him tight. His kiss became more demanding and his tongue pushed between my lips, seeking entrance into my mouth. I opened and let him tangle with my tongue and explore my mouth.

"Oh, wow, Jacks," I panted as we parted to catch our breath.

"Damn, you a good kisser."

Jackson pushed me onto my back and I scooted up so that I was laying with my head on the pillow. He moved so that he straddled my leg, half on top of me. His hand slipped up my shirt and I quivered from the touch of his warm hand directly on my skin. He moved his lips down to my neck and began sucking hard. I knew he was leaving a mark, but I didn't care. I would deal with it later. I moaned softly as he grounded his hips into me, pressing his hard-on into me.

"Jacks..."

"Baby..."

Jackson pulled my shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. He tossed them to the floor, leaving me in my navy blue briefs and socks.

I unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. I untucked his wife-beater tank top and pulled it over his head. Big, hard muscles bulged out everywhere, his pecs were well defined and his belly was rock solid. His biceps bulged as he moved. He wore a gold chain around his muscular neck. An inch or so of his blue plaid boxer shorts rose over the waist band of his jeans. I slid my hands down his pecs and stomach and rested them on the sides of his waist.

"You been with a brotha before?" he asked quietly.

I shook my head. "No."

I didn't want to tell him that I was a virgin, but I thought he would know that from the purity ring.

"You trust me?" he asked.

"Yes," I said with a deep breath.

Jackson chuckled as I unbuckled his belt and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. Free of the restraints, the loose pants easily slid down his legs. A huge erection tented the fabric of his boxers. I boldly ran my hand over it, causing a groan and a shudder from Jackson.

Jackson pulled his socks off and tossed them aside and I did the same. He crawled over me and kissed me. His hands hooked under the waistband of my white briefs and he pulled them down and tossed them onto the floor.

I smiled at him and he laid his weight on top of me and wrapped me in his arms. He looked so handsome in the flickering candlelight. I reached up and touched his face. He kissed my palm, then lowered his mouth to mine. Jackson kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked on it as he slid it in and out.

I ran my hands down his back, my fingers tracing the ridges of his muscles. His fingers found my nipples and they lightly touched and tugged at them, sending shudders throughout my body as they stiffened into hard little peaks.

His mouth moved to my neck where he licked and sucked and gently nibbled. He kept going down and moving down to my nipple. He moved from one to the other, gently sucking and licking each one. I never realized how sensitive they were until he was flicking his tongue back and forth against them, causing them to stiffen into hard little peaks. I bit my lip, trying to stop from making noise, but I couldn't stop making little whimpers.