The Preacher's Son - 1. Part 1

Prologue

With the few customers taken care of, I picked up a rag and proceeded to wipe down the empty tables. I stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of the book store’s coffee shop and wiped off the outside tables. Someone had left a newspaper on one of the tables. As I picked it up, the small headline at the bottom of the first page caught my eye: Local Reverend Investigated for Tax Fraud.

My mouth fell open in surprise as I skimmed through the article. After all, it’s not every day that you see the name you share with your estranged father in print. “Reverend Walter Rockdale is being investigated by the IRS for alleged tax violations…. Allegations of channeling charitable funds into his failing real estate business….”

I folded up the paper and tucked it under my arm while I looked out across the street. A tall muscular man with perfect brown skin and a smooth shaved head walked out of the instant oil change shop. The mechanic raised his beefy arms over his head and stretched. He looked up and down the street, waiting for business I imagine. He turned to the coffee shop and spotted me. I smiled broadly and lifted my hand and waved my fingers.

He grinned at me, and held up his two fingers. His hand slid down to his crotch and he cupped it suggestively for a brief second.

Oh, yeah. I was going to get some tonight.

I nodded my head towards the coffee shop and he tipped up his chin in acknowledgment. I watched him poke his head into his shop and I turned and went back inside. I moved behind the counter and made three large coffees, plus one hot chocolate.

The bell over the door jingled and I looked up to see my handsome man walk in. I put the drinks into a carrier and set it on the counter.

“Hi, Jacks,” I said quietly.

“Hey, Wally,” he said low and deep, nearly a growl.

“This one’s yours,” I said pointing to the hot chocolate.

“You so good to me, baby boy.” He glanced around and leaned over the counter and whispered seductively, “You got time to go into the back room for a bit?”

He licked his bottom lip as he reached over and ran a large, thick finger over my smaller hand. For a split second I was mesmerized by the contrast of his dark skin touching my pale hand. Remembering where we were, I blushed wildly and my eyes darted around hoping that no one had seen or heard him. “Jacks,” I hissed as I pulled my hand away.

“I’m just playin’ wit’ ya,” he said with grin. “I can wait ’til we get home.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at me. He dropped a five into the tip jar and leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and then picked up the drinks. As he pushed through the front door, he turned back and flashed me one of his charming smiles.

I had a big grin on my face as I watched him cross the street, thinking back on the day that I first met that big hunk of man…

Chapter 1

The loud pounding on my bedroom door had me nearly falling out of my bed.

“Junior!” Dad yelled through the door. “Get up now! You’re wasting the day.”

I scrambled out of bed, glancing at the clock. 6:42 AM.

It should be a crime to have to get up this early on a Saturday, especially the one a week after graduating from high school. But I would expect no different from my father. It was my responsibility to make sure the church grounds were taken care of every weekend.

I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt. I hurried across the hall to the bathroom. After going pee, I washed my face and brushed my teeth.

When I got downstairs, Dad was waiting impatiently in the kitchen. Reverend Walter Rockdale was a formidable man. He was slightly taller than me, and was a bit overweight, but he had a commanding presence. Even though it was a Saturday, he was still dressed in a suit, but he dressed it down by not wearing a tie.

My mother was in the kitchen washing the dishes. She was wearing a knee-length yellow dress with a frilly apron over it. Even at seven in the morning, her hair and makeup were done flawlessly. She looked very much like a Stepford wife. She looked over her shoulder at me and frowned. “You missed breakfast. You’ll have to make do with a banana or apple.”

I grabbed a banana from the bowl on the kitchen table and ate it quickly.

Dad looked at his watch. “Let’s go, Junior. The day is wasting. You’ll have some help this weekend. The church has voted to participate in a community outreach program. This man is performing community service. I want you to be careful around him. He just got released from jail.”

“Jail!” Mother exclaimed as she clutched her chest. “Is it safe for Junior?”

“Junior will be fine,” Dad said with a dismissive wave. He turned to me and motioned with his head. “Let’s go.”

I followed Dad out the back door. The parsonage we lived in was connected to the church next door by a sidewalk that ran along the back of the church. When Dad saw the young black man in front of the church, he bristled visibly.

The young man was standing in front of the church. The first thing I noticed about him was how big he was. He was taller than me, probably about 6‘2” or 6‘3”. He was also built wide and muscular. His hair was cut extremely short, with the sides and back shaved bald. He wore a small goatee on the end of his chin. He had smooth mocha skin. He wore a white Polo shirt, baggy black jeans and tan Timberland boots.

I figured that he was close to my age, maybe older, but I didn’t know him. He must have gone to a different high school.

Up close, I could see that he had dark, chocolate brown eyes and was extremely good looking. His eyes looked me up and down, but his face was expressionless.

Dad looked at the man and introduced me, “This is my son, Walt. Uh, what’s your name then?”

“Jackson Carter.”

“Right. He’ll get you started.” Dad looked down at his watch. “I have to run downtown, and then I have a board meeting.”

Dad walked off, leaving me with the young man. I swallowed nervously. “I’m Walt Rockdale,” I said quietly.

I shook his hand. His big hand practically swallowed mine up. He had a very firm grip and he squeezed my hand to the point that it started to hurt.

“Jackson,” I said with a nod as I pulled my hand from his. “Okay. I usually mow first. So maybe you can mow and I’ll do the weeder?”

Jackson shrugged. He followed me next door to the tool shed located in the back yard behind the parsonage. I opened it up and propped the door open with a rock. He grabbed the mower and I grabbed the weed whacker and we got to work.

I finished with the weeder at around 11:30. My stomach was rumbling and I decided it would be a good time to break for lunch. I walked around the church and found Jackson mowing his last stretch.

He had taken off his polo shirt and shoved it into the back of his jeans, letting it hang behind him. The white wife-beater he wore was soaked with sweat and showed off his muscular chest and big arms. His stomach was nearly flat, and it looked hard. He had a gold chain around his neck and it sparkled and glinted in the sunlight.

Once he finished, he let go of the handle and the mower shut off. He wiped his brow with his forearm and nodded his head towards me.

“Hi,” I said. “I was going to take a lunch break. Um… Did you bring anything for lunch? You’re welcome to eat with me. We have plenty… If you want… I guess.”

Jeez, I felt like a babbling moron. But the big, handsome man made me nervous.

He looked like he was debating back and forth over my offer for a few seconds. Then his stomach rumbled. Loudly. I pretended not to notice and after a few seconds, he finally nodded. “Sure.”

He followed me around the back of the church and we walked up the walkway to our house. When we stepped into the back door, Mother looked up and gasped.

“You scared me, Junior,” she said as her eyes darted between me and Jackson. I knew that it wasn’t me who scared her and it wasn’t because I startled her. Jackson ducked his head down and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“We were going to have our lunch break,” I said, looking at her with a slight frown.

“Oh, well, you can’t come in here looking like that. Go out back. I’ll bring it out.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t. I ate lunch at the kitchen table all the time ‘looking like that’ and she never cared before. No, she didn’t want Jackson in the house. I thought it incredibly insensitive.

I went to the fridge and grabbed two cans of Sprite and two bottles of water and nodded for Jackson to follow me. Our patio was made up of stone pavers and we had a little table and chair set complete with a patio umbrella to provide shade over the table. Jackson and I sat down and I gave him the soda and a water. We popped the sodas open and took a big drink.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome.”

I watched a bead of sweat drip down his temple onto his thick, corded neck. My eyes followed the curve of his neck down his shoulder to his big bicep.

“Your mama is scared of me,” he said with a half smile.

“Oh. I’m sure she was just…” I was going to try to make an excuse for her, but I couldn’t think of a good one, so I just apologized for her instead. “I’m sorry.”

Jackson shrugged. “Whatever.”

He leaned back in his chair and stared at me while he sipped his soda.

“Junior?” Mother called out from the doorway.

I got up and took the tray from her. She quickly shut the door as I stepped back. I rolled my eyes and carried the tray of sandwiches and chips to the table. “Dig in.”

We both grabbed a paper plate and a sandwich. I poured some of the chips onto my plate and handed the bag to Jackson.

“Thanks,” Jackson said.

“You’re welcome.”

We sat there for a while in silence until Jackson finally spoke. “So, how old are you?”

“I’m eighteen. I just graduated. How old are you?”

“I’m twenty.”

“So what did you do?” As soon as the question slipped out of my mouth, I gasped and covered it in shock. “Sorry. That’s not any of my business.”

Jackson shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal for me to ask. “Joyriding.”

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. “You stole a car?”

“Well, technically, my cousin stole it, but he picked me up and I went along for the ride. Did three months in county. I’m on probation now. Got community service.”

“Oh. Wow. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I fucked up. But I’m getting my life back together.”

“That’s good. Good for you, Jackson.”

Jackson grabbed another sandwich and I noticed him staring at my left hand. “You married?” he asked in surprise.

I looked down at the gold band on my left ring finger. “Oh, jeez,” I muttered and pushed my hands under the table. The temperature felt like it shot up ten degrees.

“It’s a purity ring,” I said quietly as I squirmed in embarrassment. I really didn’t want Jackson to think that I was some kind of Jesus freak prude.

He looked at me confused.

“My parents make me wear it,” I added.

He didn’t respond, but kind of shrugged. We ate the rest of our lunch in silence and then we went back to work. He pulled weeds while I trimmed the bushes. By mid-afternoon everything was done. We brought everything back to the shed and got it all put away quickly.

“Man, I gotta take a piss,” Jackson said impatiently.

“Oh. Okay,” I said, surprised at his frankness. I could feel warmth creeping onto my cheeks. “I gotta go, too. Come on.”

“Your mama won’t let me in the house. I’ll just go back here.”

Jackson walked behind the shed and I stood around the corner waiting for him.

“Don’t you gotta go?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

I stepped around the corner and faced the back of the shed. I was standing about a yard away from the other man. My face felt like it was on fire. My body was literally shaking as I begged and prayed for the strength to not look over at him. But then, maybe he wanted me to look. He was the one that called me back there.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.

Jackson let loose with a loud, heavy stream. It sounded like he was pouring a pitcher of water into the grass. The sound made my bladder throb. I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick and started to pee.

I had never in my life done something like this. A smile spread across my face. Mother and Dad would have a cow if they saw what I was doing. What I was doing next to another boy.

I finished peeing and I shook off. Jackson was still standing next to me and I could hear his stream finally dying. I quickly zipped up and stepped around the corner. I let out a deep breath, glad that I was able to control myself for once and not sneak a peek at his penis.

Jackson appeared next to me and he smacked me on the back. I looked up at his grinning face and smiled back. We walked side by side towards the church parking lot. I was very close to him. I could feel the body heat radiating off him and I could smell the sharp odors coming from his sweaty body. My breathing hitched and I swallowed nervously as my penis decided to start pushing against the front of my shorts. I casually brought my hands in front of my groin and clasped them together.

“So what do you do?” he asked me. “For a job?”

“Oh, well, I just got out of school. Monday I start working at the family business full time… real estate.”

Jackson nodded. “Sounds like a good job.”

“No, it doesn’t. I hate it,” I confessed quietly.

“Then why do you do it?” he asked.

I looked at him like he was insane. “Because it’s what my parents want.”

“Hm.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a mechanic. Well, right now I’m working doing oil changes at one of those instant change deals. It’s just a’ight. I had a killer job at the best shop in town before I got locked up. That’s how I got my bike running. I got it real cheap and the boss let me fix it up on my off hours.”

Jackson spoke with pride as he motioned towards the parking lot. A red sport motorcycle was parked in one of the front parking spots.

“Wow, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ll see you next Saturday. And thanks. You know, for everything.”

“Okay. Thanks for your help.”

Jackson nodded. He looked me up and down once more. He settled his eyes on me as he looked back at me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. My eyes drifted down towards his mouth as the tip of his pink tongue slipped out and wet his full bottom lip. I looked down at his feet and balled my fists, hoping that it would stop the trembling that was wracking my body. He then pulled his shirt out of his back pocket and pulled it on.

“A’ight then, Wally.”

Wally?

I watched him strut to his bike, confident and self-assured. He pulled on the red helmet and started the bike. He held up his two fingers in kind of a sideways peace sign to me, then he leaned forward, gunned the bike’s engine and shot out of the parking lot like a rocket.

I just stood there in awe — eyes wide, lips parted, penis erect — as I watched him race down the street.

* * *

Mother passed me the mashed potatoes and I scooped a spoonful onto my plate before handing the bowl to Dad.

She put a piece of roast beef on her plate and held out the platter to me. “Junior, I’d appreciate it if you told that man to bring his own lunch.”

I frowned in annoyance. “Why?” I asked.

Dad pointed his fork at me. “Don’t backtalk your mother.”

“I’m not backtalking, sir. It’s just… We have plenty of food. He was hungry.”

“Well, I don’t feel safe with him here.” She turned to Dad and let out a breath. “The way he looked at me!”

I pursed my lips together and thought about what I wanted to say. It wouldn’t do to just blurt out what I was thinking: she’d be perfectly safe; I was the one who should be ‘worried’. Instead, I said, “Mother, I think you may be over-dramatic.”

A sharp burst of pain boxed my ear and I flinched away from Dad. I grabbed my ear and focused my eyes on Dad’s raised fist.

“You watch your tone, boy.”

“I won’t have him in my home,” Mother said as she shook her head.

“Walt, you’re young and naïve,” Dad said, voice full of condescension. “You need to be careful around those people. He’s an ex-con. You let him in this house and he’ll steal everything we’ve got, make you watch while he rapes your mother, then kill the both of you. Is that what you want?”

Mother clutched the neck of her blouse and cried out in shock.

I looked between the two of them, flabbergasted. “Both of you sound unbelievably racist.”

Dad slammed his fist on the table, rattling the plates and silverware. “This has nothing to do with the fact that he’s black!” he sputtered.

I bit my tongue for a moment, and then calmly and quietly said, “Maybe not, but I know that Jesus would want me to treat him with respect. And denying him food and water after he’s worked hard outside in the hot sun all day seems very un-Christ-like.” I took a bite of my potatoes. “These are very good, Mother.”

His words tossed back in his face seemed to render Dad speechless. I smiled to myself and continued to eat my supper.

Chapter 2

The next Saturday, I was pleased to find Jackson waiting for me outside the church. He was wearing a tight black tank top, denim shorts and his tan boots. His clothing really showed off his muscular arms and legs.

“Hi, Jackson. Here’s some water. We should try to stay hydrated. It’s supposed to be hot today.”

I gave him a bottle of water and kept one for myself. “If you need more, we have it.”

“Thanks, Wally.”

He followed me back around to the shed and I opened the door. He pulled out the mower and we got to work. As we started to work, I glanced his way when I thought he wasn’t looking. His brown skin was damp with sweat, which reflected the bright sunlight, giving him a glistening aura. He looked like a god. He looked back at me and smiled a crooked smirk and tipped up his chin in a short nod. He had a smile that seemed to battle the sun with all that shine. I blushed and quickly turned away, but then cut my eyes back to him. He was still smiling at me.

At lunch time, I brought him inside. Mother looked at me and then turned on her heel and left the kitchen and went upstairs. I knew when Dad came home later that I would hear about it.

I pulled out the sandwich fixings and made myself a hearty sandwich, plus two for Jackson. I grabbed the bag of chips and handed him his plate.

“Can we eat outside?” he asked.

“We don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

I could see how uncomfortable he was and I didn’t want him to feel that way, so I nodded in agreement. I followed Jackson outside and we sat down at the patio table.

“Thanks for lunch,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

While we ate, my eyes traveled over his body and settled on his huge arm. He lifted his arm and flexed it into a bodybuilder pose, causing his bicep to bulge and ripple. Having been caught blatantly staring, I ducked my head to my plate and took another bite. Jackson just chuckled.

“Do you work out a lot?” I asked. As soon as I said it, I wished I could take it back. I closed my eyes as I felt the blush creeping up my neck.

“Yeah. Pretty regular since ninth grade. And I found myself with a lot of free time the last three months, so I got in a lot of extra workouts.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling embarrassed at having brought up his stint in jail. “That’s good, I guess.”

“I played football when I was in school. Was pretty good, too.”

He spoke with such pride in his voice and I finally looked up at his face. He was smiling and I couldn’t help but smile back. “I wish I was a big guy like you. I’m not good at sports.”

The tip of his tongue darted out between his lips as he stared at me. “You fine the way you are.”

My cheeks burned bright red and I wondered if what he said had more meaning. “My parents never let me play sports. Mother said it was ‘too dangerous for a little guy like me’.”

“What’d you do for fun then?”

“I did a lot of reading at home.”

“You don’t got no brothers or sisters?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Just me. You?”

“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’re 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 ya 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 an involuntary whimper and 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 back.

“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 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.

Chapter 3

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. A single order of fries was more than enough to share. 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 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.

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.”