Backwoods Reflections - 5. The Preacher's Kid

The Preacher's Kid

Naked, I lay on the bank of the creek,

The moment for which I had waited all week;

I spit on my hand and then grasped my hard pole,

And slowly advanced on my usual goal.

I always felt guilty, because I'd been warned,

Masturbation was sinful, advice that I scorned –

But shame was still there, well-embedded inside,

And I couldn't shake it, as hard as I tried.

Today I was planning to sin even more,

I'd stolen a dildo from Bart's General Store –

A sin in itself, but I had a firm goal:

To get myself off with a shaft in my hole.

Between my raised legs, I positioned it right,

Rotating it gently, it slid out of sight;

I buried it deep, some eight inches inside,

But it wouldn't stay there, whatever I tried.

Focused too much on the effort at hand,

I missed the soft noises, the steps in the sand,

Until I looked up, and to my chagrin –

Rusty stood there wearing only a grin.

Between my spread legs, Rusty dropped to his knees,

He reached for the dildo with insolent ease,

Twisting it slowly, he gave me a wink;

"It feels so much better with help, don't you think?"

With a moronic smile, I just nodded my head;

"Lie back and enjoy it," was what he now said,

"And I'll stroke your cock, if it's okay with you;

I think you'll be certain that feels better too."

As Rusty took charge, I lay back with a sigh,

Lost in the feelings produced by this guy,

Nothing had ever felt so good to me,

If this was a sin, then a sinner I'd be.

Relaxed, with both hands I now covered my face,

And let my mind wander quite freely in space;

My arousal was growing, but not very fast,

I wondered how long I'd be able to last.

The dildo slid out and then slid back inside,

Leaning up on my elbows, my eyes opened wide;

The plug was now tossed to one side on the grass,

And Rusty's hard cock was balls-deep in my ass.

I looked up at Rusty with shock on my face,

His pole moved inside at a slow, steady pace;

The smirk on his face told me I had been conned,

I struggled to think of how I should respond.

"Don't do this to me!" were the words in my head,

But those that emerged were quite different instead,

"Oh, shit, that feels good," I exclaimed with a grin,

As the pattern continued - slide out and thrust in.

It didn't take too long for me to decide,

Which of the objects I wanted inside;

The hard rubber dildo had lost its allure,

Rusty's smooth boner felt better for sure.

As Rusty thrust harder and faster, I knew

That he wasn't gonna help me get off too;

I clutched at the grass and then let out a scream,

As he pushed in firmly and filled me with cream.

"That wasn't fair," I said, when he was done;

"You could have at least helped me share in the fun."

Rusty just laughed, "It's all part of the game;

"If you didn't get off, it's not me you should blame."

I watched as he slowly extracted his cock,

The boner that once had been hard as a rock

Now hung somewhat lifeless, its mission complete,

Rusty smirked once again as he stood at my feet.

"I have to admit, I had really good luck –

Finding you out here all set up to fuck;

When you get home, tell the preacher from me,

That you are the best lay there ever could be."

That evening, my father asked, "How was your day?"

I hope, by the creek, that you found time to pray."

"Oh, yes, for forgiveness," I had to admit,

"In advance, for the sins that I'm gonna commit."

There was surely no doubt - I was destined for hell,

But the funny thing was, if the truth I did tell,

I decided 'till then, I would just have a ball,

And when the time came, simply let the chips fall.