The Preacher's Son

When Jackson moved further down my chest and stomach, I gripped the sheets, squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath.

When I felt his warm wet mouth engulf my penis, I let out my breath in a rush. "Oh gosh!"

I looked down at him. His soft red lips slowly slid down and all five inches disappeared into his sucking mouth. His cheeks hollowed in as he gently sucked. I had never felt anything like it in my life.

I began panting and my body quivered underneath him. My sac tightened and my balls pulled up. The pressure quickly built up in my groin. The pleasure was so intense, I was already climaxing without control. "Jackson, I'm gonna come! Oh, Jacks!"

My body tensed and my gut clenched. My hips bucked up into his mouth and I exploded. Jackson never stopped bobbing and sucking and I spurt load after load into his hot swallowing mouth.

Jackson let my dick slip out of his mouth and I panted and quivered as he slid on top of me. I looked him in the eyes with complete gratitude and adoration, unable to tell him with words how good he made me feel.

Jackson chuckled at my reaction and then kissed me. I could taste the remnants of my semen on his tongue as we shared a leisurely kiss. When he pulled away, he rolled off me onto his back and laced his hands behind his head.

It was his turn and I didn't need any further invitation.

I rolled over onto my side next to him. I kissed his neck, then moved down to his chest. I ran my hands all over his bulging muscles. I licked his hard nipples, which caused him to moan loudly. I knew he was watching me and my hand was shaking as I reached for the bulge in his boxer shorts. I wrapped my hand around the warm hardness there and gently squeezed it.

Jackson grabbed the waistband of his shorts and lifted his butt up and slid them to his ankles, then kicked them off onto the floor.

I looked between his legs and gasped audibly. The biggest erection I had ever imagined laid against his muscled stomach. The shaft was darker than the rest of his skin and the pink head was peeking out of his foreskin. It must have been between seven-and-a-half and eight inches long, but incredibly thick. He had a patch of curly black hair at the base and his big balls hung in a hairless sack.

I felt Jackson's hand move to my back and he slowly stroked a circle on my back.

"You like that big dick, baby boy?" he whispered. "Jack it."

I wrapped my hand around it and slowly stroked it, watching the foreskin cover and uncover the head. I was fascinated by the sheer girth of it as well as the foreskin. My dick was circumcised and when it was hard, the skin was taught. Jackson's skin was loose, which made it really easy to glide my hand up and down without lubrication. The skin was also velvet soft. But underneath that soft skin, he was hard as a bar of steel.

I looked back at Jackson. He looked at me through half-closed eyes. He licked his lips. "Suck it for me, baby," he whispered.

I turned back to his cock and lowered my head. The musky scent hit my nose and I breathed it in. I licked around the head, tasting the pre-come that had leaked out. It was sweet like nectar. I took the head into my mouth. I tried to lick under his foreskin, pushing my tongue under it. I pushed it down over his head with my lips and took the first few inches into my mouth. As I pulled back, I sucked gently but firmly.

"Ah shit yeah... suck it... suck that dick..."

I slowly bobbed up and down his shaft, working as much as I could into my mouth. What I couldn't get into my mouth, I pleasured with my hand, trying to emulate just what Jackson had done for me.

"So good, baby..."

I hummed happily that I was pleasing him. Jackson's breathing grew more ragged and his hand moved to the back of my head. His hips bucked up into my mouth. I knew he was getting close. I sped up my mouth and hand movements on him, concentrating on giving him the best blowjob I could.

"Aw fuck, I'm-a nut, baby. Oh yeah, here it comes! Ungh!"

Jackson grunted over and over as his cock pulsed and blasted hot come into my mouth. The taste was salty and a little bitter with a touch of sweet. I didn't mind the taste at all, but I wasn't prepared for the amount of thick fluid he ejaculated into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some dribbled out down onto my hand.

I cleaned up all of the drippings with my tongue, then I let him slip from my mouth. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked sheepishly at Jackson.

He pulled me up to him and we kissed passionately. He rolled me over onto my back and laid down by my side. He kissed along my neck up to my ear.

"God damn, that was the best head I ever had," he whispered into my ear. "You all sweet and innocent, but you suck dick like a fuckin' porn star."

My face turned bright red and I looked away from him, a toss up between embarrassed and insulted. I had only wanted to please him, and now he thinks I'm a slut.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm not a slut, Jackson. I--"

My lip quivered and I tried to blink back the tears. My insecurities were rising to the surface, center stage and Jackson had a front row seat. Jackson turned my head towards him.

"Hey. Hey, Wally. Don't do that. I didn't mean it like that. I meant it as a compliment. Hell, that's what all guys want."

"It is?" I sniffled.

"Hell yeah," he chuckled. "I love that you all sweet and cute, but I get you alone in my bed and you get all freaky."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Freaky?"

"Maybe not freaky, but... Damn. You do it for me, baby."

Jackson and I laid on our sides facing each other. We took the time to tenderly explore each other with our hands as we kissed gently.

His arms moved around me and he pulled me closer, planting kisses on my forehead and temple. His muscular arms and large body surrounded me possessively. I felt protected. I felt loved. It was a perfect moment.

I let out a soft sigh, and whispered, "You make me feel safe, Jackson."

Jackson froze for a second, then moved so that he could see my face. "Baby boy... That is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me."

He pulled me in tight and held me. I laid my head on his chest and slowly rubbed my hand along his broad, muscular back, up and down, from his shoulder to his thick waist just where the swell of his bubble butt started.

"Speaking of safe," he started. "Probably should have mentioned this sooner... I got tested when I got locked up. I'm clean. I ain't been with anyone since before or anyone since."

"I'm clean, too. I... um... I've never been with anyone. Only you."

Jackson's body jumped like he was startled. He shifted back and looked down at me. "You a virgin? Wait... Do you mean in the ass? I mean, you suck dick, right?"

"You're the only person I've ever done anything with. Kissing... touching... that... I never did that before."

"Well damn. I never would have guessed that," he said with a chuckle. "I'm glad you told me, baby boy. You know, I thought that ring was just for show."

"Well, I was pretty sure that I'd never get married and have sex with a girl, so when they told me to wear it, I didn't think anything of it."

Jackson took my hand and felt around my ring finger. "You took it off? I guess I wasn't the only one wanting to get freaky tonight."

I was blushing like crazy, but I couldn't deny it. "Yeah. I was hoping."

Jackson snickered and I let out a little giggle and snuggled in closer to him.

He rubbed his nose against my temple. "So... Was I good?"

"Yeah. You were good. Really good."

Jackson leaned in and kissed me. "You the best, baby boy. You the best I ever had."

He rubbed his nose on my ear and started to sing Drake into my ear, "I said you the fucking best, you the fucking best, you the best I ever had, best I ever had..."

I smiled, then started to giggle, then out-right laughed. My laughter got him laughing and he couldn't keep singing. He grabbed me and pulled me tight to him.

I let out a sigh. "I really hate to, but I have to leave soon. I have to be home by ten."

Even in the dark, I could tell he was frowning. "You got a curfew? You eighteen."

"His house, his rules."

Jackson sighed and nodded that he understood.

After a few more kisses, we got up out of bed and got dressed. Jackson blew out the candles. He took my hand and led me through the trailer to the front door. Before he opened the door, he took me in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his big body.

"I had a good time tonight, Wally."

"Me, too, Jacks."

"Can I see you again?"

"Yes. I'd really like that."

***

My face felt like it was on fire as I sat in the front pew listening to my father's sermon. His voice grew louder and louder as he walked back and forth, gesturing wildly with his hands. I felt like every eye was on me as he preached.

I thought God was supposed to be love, but my father's God was only about hate and condemnation. I remembered Jackson's words. God don't make mistakes.

I looked over at Mother. She clasped her Bible to her chest. Her eyes were closed and she was nodding along like a good sheep.

I wanted to get up and run. I slid my hands off my knees to the edge of the pew. I gripped tight, keeping myself from fleeing. I could get through this. Just another half hour...

Tomorrow night I would be meeting Jackson after work. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Jackson and what I hoped was our blossoming relationship...

***

When Jackson pulled up in front of the library, I bounced up from the bench and hurried over.

"Hey, baby boy."

"Hi, Jacks."

Jacks got off the bike and pulled his backpack off. He moved behind me and helped me put it on my back. As he did, he leaned down close to my ear. "Missed you, baby," he whispered.

My eyes fluttered closed as his warm breath on my ear and neck sent shivers down my spine. I breathed in deep, taking in his unique smell, a mixture of his cologne and natural body odor.

"I missed you, too," I whispered back.

"Let's grab some tacos or something and go back to my crib and chill."

"Sure. That sounds good."

He handed me the helmet and I pulled it on and climbed on the bike after him. I wrapped my arms around him as he leaned forward.

We made a quick stop to grab some cheap flour tortilla tacos, then we raced back to his place.

I followed Jackson into the small trailer and he flipped the switch. "Let there be light," he said with a chuckle as the lights came on.

"Cozy," I said with a smile as I looked around. "I like it."

The small living room had enough space for a couch and a coffee table. A small stand held a TV. There was a counter height bar separating the living room from the tiny kitchen. The hallway on the other side led to the bathroom and the bedroom.

His home was clean, but there wasn't much in the way of decoration or personal items. It didn't give off a 'Jackson' vibe. Jackson apparently wasn't the kind of person who had attachments to objects or material things.

Jackson set the take-out bag on the coffee table and pulled me down onto the couch. He took me in his arms and kissed me softly and gently.

We pulled apart and Jackson moaned. "Mm. I needed that."

Jackson leaned forward and grabbed the bag from the coffee table. He opened it up and handed me a taco.

"You want hot sauce?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, thanks."

"Don't like spicy, huh?" he said with a smirk.

"Not really. So how was work today?" I asked as I opened the wrapper, then took a bite.

"Good," he nodded as he poured a liberal amount of hot sauce onto his taco. "It was hella busy. I didn't even get an afternoon break. Didn't even get to take a fucking piss."

His cussing always made me blush, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"How was your day?" he asked before he bit into his taco.

"Boring. It was really slow."

"What do you do?"

"I follow Mother around and take pictures of the houses and rooms and make notes and measurements. Then I enter the home listings into all of the computer systems. I also print flyers and post cards and stuff. The worst is having to make phone calls. Since the market is so bad, when it gets slow, Mother makes me call past clients trying to get business. I hate that."

"I bet the money is good, though, huh? My job don't pay shit."

"Well, maybe my parents make money, but I don't see that much of it. Why don't you get a better paying job? At a real auto shop like you had before?"

Jackson grunted. "I tried when I got out, you know? No one was hiring. Well, they weren't hiring me. But I think the manager at this place was desperate to get someone in."

"Oh. But, it's his gain, don't you think? You're a really hard worker."

"Yeah. I ain't the smartest, but I know my job and I'm good at it. I figure I'll hang around this place for a year, you know? Keep doing good work. It'll look good on my applications, then I'll be able to get a better job."

I stared back at him in amazement. "That's a really good idea. You're really smart."

"Quit playin'."

"No, I mean it. You got it figured out, you know? You're thinking about your future. That's good. That's smart."

Jackson grinned and leaned in and kissed me.

After we finished eating, we started making out. Before we got too heavy into it, Jackson got up and held out his hand. I could see his dick pushing out the leg of his baggy jeans and I looked up into his eyes.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a half-smile. "That's what you do to me, baby boy."

I took Jackson's hand and pulled myself up. I followed him to his bedroom, both of my hands clasped around his.

Jackson turned on the small lamp and I looked around, seeing the room for the first time in light. His full sized bed took up one whole wall. He had a small night table next to it with the old lamp on top of it currently bathing the room in soft light. The sliding doors of his closet were covered in mirrors and were closed. Like the rest of his home, everything was neat and tidy. Even his bed was made.

We stood together holding each other, softly kissing. Jackson reached for my shirt and I glanced at the lamp. The last time it was dark. Out in the light, I was feeling self-conscious and vulnerable.

Jackson held my face in his hands. "Don't be nervous."

He pulled my shirt off and unbuttoned my shorts. I did the same for him. I rubbed and touched all over his chest and arms, feeling the strength of his rock hard muscles.

He slipped off his boxer briefs and then sat down on the bed and just watched me. I felt a little embarrassed standing there in my plain white briefs. I turned around and slowly slipped the underwear down, unaware that I was putting on a sexy display for Jackson.

Jackson groaned behind me. He reached out and grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.

"Mmm. God damn, your booty is fine."

Jackson stroked and kneaded each of my butt cheeks, before planting a kiss on each one. He nipped my butt with his teeth, causing me to yip in surprise. Jackson laughed and he scooted back on the bed and pulled me down. I crawled up and laid next to him, on my side facing him. He moved his arm under my head so that I could rest my neck on his hard bicep.

He ran his hand through my brown hair and I closed my eyes and relaxed into his touch.

After kissing me breathless, he laid his forehead on me. "You know you my boy, right?" he whispered.

I looked into his brown eyes. The depth of emotion there startled me. "I-I-I am?"

"Hell, yeah, you my boy. I wanna be your man, baby. I don't want you fuckin' around with no other dudes."

"Never, Jackson. I would never do that. I promise." I paused for a second, then asked, "And you promise, too?"

"I promise, baby boy. Ain't no one but you from now on."

I tightened my grip around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck. That feeling of being safe and protected intensified as Jackson held me in his arms, having just vowed himself to me.

Jackson lifted my chin up and he kissed me deeply. I parted my lips to him, inviting his tongue into my mouth. The slick muscle slid in and swirled and lapped at mine before exploring the rest of my mouth. I rested a hand on his strong jaw while the other roamed his muscular body.

Jackson's hand was all over my butt. He kneaded and squeezed and stroked. His fingers slid into the crack and brushed against my most private opening.

"One day you might give this up to me, baby?" he asked.

"One day," I whispered nervously. "But I don't think... I'm not..."

"Shh... It's okay. I can wait 'til you're ready."

I let out a sigh of relief. I knew that I wanted to go all the way with Jacks, but I wasn't ready just yet. That didn't mean I wasn't interested in fooling around with him, though.

I slid my hand down to his crotch. I cupped his heavy sac in my hand, rolling and fondling his big balls. I kissed my way along his jaw to his ear. I whispered quietly into his ear, "We can do other things, though."

"Like what?"

"I can do that thing you liked... Like last time."

"Mmm. And what was that? Tell me, baby boy... Let me hear you say it..."

My cheeks burned bright red and I closed my eyes and whispered, "You can... put it in my mouth."

Jackson shuddered, and huskily breathed in to my ear. "Damn, baby. Is that what you want? You wanna take me in your mouth?"

"Yeah."

"You wanna suck my dick? Say you wanna suck it."

"Yes. I wanna suck it."

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"I want... I want you to do the same."

Jackson brushed his lips across mine. "Tell me, baby boy... Say what you want me to do."

"I want you to suck mine, too, Jacks."

Jackson kissed me hard and deep, then moved down the bed a bit.

"Turn around, baby," he said. "Get on top of me."

He helped me turn so that I was facing his feet, then guided me so that I was on my hands and knees above him. My hand was shaking as I reached for him. I lifted his dick away from his belly and pulled his foreskin back. The musky smell and taste sent a shiver down my spine. I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the head, cleaning up the pre-come and musky sweat.

I wrapped my lips tight around the head and began sliding my mouth up and down. Jackson's warm, moist tongue slid along the bottom of my rigid shaft. I moaned and took Jackson deeper in my mouth until that large head bumped the back of my throat. I choked and backed off him, then slid back down.

My dick ached so bad. I had never felt such a strong urge to come. When Jackson's tongue slid around the head and pulled it down to swallow it, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. His mouth slid up and down the entire length of my shaft while gently sucking.

I gripped the blankets in my fists, struggling to keep moving on Jackson's throbbing bone. My arms and legs quivered and I whimpered. Jackson bucked his hips up, pumping his girth in and out of my mouth. I just closed my eyes and sucked hard, letting him use my mouth for his pleasure as his own mouth brought me to the brink.

I tried to pull off to warn him, but he thrust up into me, jabbing at the back of my throat. I groaned and my body convulsed as I spurt over and over into Jackson's hot mouth. I heard him groaning as he swallowed. His hips bucked up faster and faster. His hand slid down my back to hold me in place. He pulled off my dick and gasped. "Baby, I'm gonna nut! Oh fuck, here it comes!"

Never-ending jets of hot cream burst into my mouth and I swallowed down every single drop. I didn't release him until he went soft and his breathing slowed back to normal. His half-erect dick laid limply against his hip. I laved my tongue all over it, getting it nice and clean. I pulled back the foreskin and gave the head a good bathing. When I finished, I pulled the foreskin back so that it covered the head. I kissed the base of his penis and nuzzled my nose in the wiry curls there, sniffing in his musky scent.