Silver Spoon - 2. Chapter 2

Clayton Winston, younger son of billionaire John Winston I, was in his chauffer driven limousine, returning to Harvard, after attending his older brother’s wedding in New York. His mother had died just a year earlier, and it broke his heart that she had not lived to see her elder boy so happily wed.

Clay was almost ten years younger than his brother Johnny. His mother had been frail all her life, and it had taken her that long to conceive another child. She never regained her strength after Clay’s birth. Worse yet, his father hadn’t had a happy day since his wife died, and he too had suddenly aged and was in poor health. That was why Clay, a confirmed atheist, felt the need to pray for his father.

As the limousine got closer to Boston, Clay noticed an outdoor bill board with an interesting announcement. Reverend Billy Freemont would be preaching at a large Baptist church in Newton, MA on October 25 at 4 PM. Most of the billboard was taken up with a picture of a smiling Reverend Billy.

Clay remembered reading about Billy. He was a very young evangelist, who started his ministry before his 16th birthday. Now at 22, he was world famous. Tales of his healing powers were widespread, and well documented. Clay didn’t believe a word of it, but suddenly he wanted to attend the “meeting.” He felt that whether he believed or not, maybe he could ask Reverend Billy to pray for his father. Then he would tell his father that the famous Billy Freemont was praying for him, and maybe it would halt his father’s descent into despair.

He took out his appointment book, noted the date and time, closed his eyes, and dozed for the rest of the trip. While he dozed, Billy’s billboard picture invaded his dreams. Clay had never seen a young man so handsome. He saw Billy’s piercing blue eyes, and he knew instinctively that Billy was gay. As he dozed he got hard and he dreamed of making love with the evangelist. Better yet, the evangelist in his dream was so smitten with Clay that he wouldn’t let go of him.

His dream was shattered, when during Billy’s sermon, he made a passing reference to the evils of homosexuality. At least he didn’t dwell on the subject. It didn’t deter Clay from his mission. After all he was a virgin, and in the closet. Nobody but he himself knew that he was gay. Billy needn’t know either. Still, despite his condemnation of homosexuality, Clay felt instinctively that Billy was gay. It was the habit of all evangelists to blame gays for all the evils in the world, including fires, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions and terrorist attacks, so maybe it was all just a ploy on Billy’s part. Like evangelists before him, if he got caught, Billy could always claim that the devil made him do it.

At the end of the sermon, congregants wishing to receive healing from Billy lined up the center aisle of the church. As each one got to him, he laid his hands on their heads and said a small prayer. Clay saw this as an opportunity to speak with The Reverend. He joined the line. When he got to the front, he and Billy looked into each other’s eyes. Both men were transfixed. Some unknown cosmic power source passed between them. Before Billy could bless Clay, Clay said, “Please reverend, I must speak to you privately.”

“Yes, of course,” Billy answered. “Come to the Vestry after the service.”

Billy greeted him cordially when Clay entered the room. “I’m glad you came,” he said. “You look so troubled, and I was afraid you would change your mind What’s troubling you, my friend?”

Without any wasted words Clay said, “My mother died last year, and my father is so distraught that he is falling into ill health. He wants to die and he’s willing himself to do so. Can you pray for him, please, Reverend?”

“Of course,” Billy said.

He took both of Clay’s hands in his own, bowed his head, and said, “Let us pray.” He recited some beautiful words, and invoked the healing power of Jesus to bring Clay’s father back to a healthy and useful life. Frankly Clay thought it was all nonsense, but he knew that when he told his father about this face to face meeting with the famous Billy Freemont, his father might just believe it, and begin the process of creating a self-fulfilling prophecy.

When the prayer was over, the two young men continued to hold hands.

“What do I owe you?” Clay asked insensitively.

“Nothing! You can donate to my ministry if you want to, but it isn’t necessary.”

“Then would you allow me to take you to dinner?” Clay said in a voice that was obviously pleading for a yes answer. Billy hesitated for just a moment, and then agreed to have dinner with Clay.

They had dinner in Billy’s hotel. At dinner, Clay’s hunger for Billy grew stronger and stronger. As a result, he became more and more agitated.

“I sense an inner turmoil in you. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps you can, but I doubt it. I’m struggling with my sexuality, Reverend. I am still a virgin, but I believe that I am gay. I don’t think you can help me with that. It’s just that I haven’t told a soul and I truly need someone to talk to about it.”

Clay expected condemnation from the preacher, but Billy said, “If it is such a big secret, and such a torment to your soul, why are you confessing it to me, and why now?”

“A few weeks ago I saw your picture on a billboard, and I have been obsessed by it ever since. Over the centuries men have fallen in love with Mona Lisa. In the same way, I have fallen in love with you, or at least, your picture.”

Billy remained silent. Clay could not discern any emotion in his face or his eyes. It was sheer torture for Clay. He would have preferred for Billy to curse him and send him on his way.”

Finally, Billy laid his hand on Clay’s and said. “Let’s go somewhere quiet where we can talk about this without the chance of anyone overhearing us.” Clay paid the bill, and they stood up to leave. Clay followed Billy without any thought to what was happening. They stepped into the elevator and Billy pushed the button to the third floor. Neither spoke. They entered Billy’s room and they were both still mute. Billy locked the door and faced Clay.

“I’ve been fighting the same demon all my life,” he said. “When I looked into your eyes in the church, I saw my soul mate, the someone that will stand at my side forever. I’m a virgin too, Clay, but I want to end all that with you.”

Clay was stunned, but not for long. He fell into Billy’s arms and they started to kiss. Clay remembered that Billy had condemned homosexuality, but at this moment he didn’t care to think about it, or ask for an explanation. He just wanted to make love to Billy and stop being a virgin.

The two men stripped rapidly and fell on Billy’s bed.

“Do you know what to do?” Clay asked. “Have you ever seen a gay porn film?”

“No.”

“I have. Do you trust me enough to follow my lead?”

“Yes.”

“You have a beautiful cock. I’m surprised it’s cut,” Clay said.

“I might say the same thing about you.”

“It’s nice enough to eat,” Clay muttered.

He buried his face in Billy’s crotch, inhaling the musky aroma of a man’s genital area. It was a new smell to him, and it made him slightly faint. He started to lick the entire area as Billy squirmed under his tongue.

“Please,” Billy pleaded, “you’re torturing me.” Clay went straight to his target. At first he sucked Billy’s cock like a vacuum cleaner, being careful not to let Billy feel his teeth. Billy asked him to be gentler, so he started to lick sensuously up and down the underside of Billy’s shaft. Immediately Billy felt his orgasm starting. He let Clay know and Clay took Billy’s cock into his mouth. As Billy came, Clay swallowed every drop of what tasted like nectar to him. Clay held on to Billy as long as possible.

“How would you like some of that?” Billy asked.

“I’d like it a lot.”

Clay stayed all night. By dawn’s early light his ass was no longer virgin either. Parting was indeed sorrowful and not too sweet, but they called each other constantly. Whenever he could, Clay came to the city where Billy was preaching.

The weekend after being with Billy, Clay went home to New York and told his father that he had been blessed by the famous Billy Freemont, who had sent him healing. Whether Billy did indeed have the magical powers of healing, or it was the power of suggestion, but Clay’s father gradually came out of his depression, and grew stronger and healthier by the day. Eventually he gifted his New York City mansion to Clay and moved permanently to his home on the ocean in Palm Beach.

After being with Clay, Billy modified his sermons. He no longer made references to the evils of homosexuality. Instead, he preached universal love. He insisted that love was the source of all happiness and health. He proclaimed that if you sent enough love to your enemies that eventually they would return the love, and wars would end. He became more popular than ever, even attracting segments of the population who felt nothing but disdain for other evangelists, many gays being among them.

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After finishing his narrative, Clay said, “Johnny, please don’t laugh when I tell you that Billy is the only man I have ever been with.”

“But all those gay men in your house all the time, haven’t you ever?”

“Never. Now I am not saying you should have only one man in your life. That’s something Billy and I chose to do. Believe me, it’s tough. He’s away so much, and we must hide our love in the shadows, but it’s worth it for me.

“I’ve been off on a tangent. I never answered your question. You see Billy loved me before he found out how rich I was. You know what’s so ironic? He won’t let me contribute one red cent to his campaign. I hope you will just instinctively know the difference between true love and a man’s greed.”

The next weekend Johnny was lounging naked poolside when a man of about twenty-two or three lay down on the lounge chair next to him.

“Hi,” he said, “my name is Bo Hawkins. I’m from Georgia visiting a friend in New York City, and he brought me to this here weekend shindig. It sure is fun, and I cain’t take my eyes offa ya.” Bo stuck out his hand, which Johnny shook.

“Did my uncle put you up to this. You really don’t have to do it.”

“Who’s your uncle?”

Johnny pointed at Clay who was chatting with an older guest.

“No suh, I never spoke to that feller. I was too busy checking you out.”

Johnny was suddenly conflicted. Even if Clay didn’t instigate this meeting, did Bo really not know who he was? Was he attracted to him, or was he attracted to his money Finally, he decided that he didn’t give a crap. He would enjoy Bo over the weekend, and make sure never to see him again in the city. Besides, Bo was only here on vacation.

“I don’t have anyone sharing my room with me,” Johnny said in such a manner, that he sounded like just another guest. “How’d you like to come up to my room and get better acquainted?”

“I’d sure like that a lot. By the way what’s your name?” Johnny hoped that Bo was not pulling his leg. The boy really didn’t know who he was or who the host was.

“They call me Mr. Tibbs, southern boy.”

It was obvious that Bo didn’t get the joke. He stared blankly at Johnny. Obviously, he had not seen “In The Heat Of The Night,” and the unforgettable line spoken by Sidney Poitier.

“Just call me Johnny, Bo.”

They entered Johnny’s room, and Johnny locked the door behind him. The two men stood staring at each other. Neither knew exactly what to do or say. After an uncomfortable amount of time elapsed, Johnny took the initiative.

“Look, he said, this is my first time, and I haven’t taken any lessons, so you better make a move on me before I lose my nerve.”

“Shit, it’s my first time also.” They both broke into laughter and Johnny began to strip. Bo followed his lead. In minutes they stood facing each other, two naked young men.

They were about the same height, six feet. Bo was not cut, but Johnny was, just like his uncle and his father. Each one was about four and a half inches flaccid, but at the moment, they were both at least eight hard inches and dripping precum. Bo had straight blond hair and blue eyes. Johnny had curly brown hair and brown eyes. They were both frightened and excited at the same time.

Finally Johnny reached out and fondled Bo’s cock. Bo purred like a kitten. Johnny led Bo to his bed with Bo’s cock in his hand. He sat Bo on the edge of the bed and fell to his knees. His tongue licked all around, and up and down, Bo’s cock. Bo started wailing and Johnny took him into his mouth. He licked up and down the underside of Bo’s cock, at least the part he could get in his mouth. Bo was screaming wildly now and squirming in every direction. Suddenly Johnny felt it. A warm, salty fluid was gushing into his mouth. Bo pushed in harder and nearly choked Johnny. The semen flowed copiously out of Johnny’s mouth. There was no way he could swallow it all with Bo’s cock occupying so much mouth space.

“I’m sorry,” Bo said. “I wanted to warn you, but I couldn’t speak.”

“It’s OK. I always wanted to taste cock and semen. I got what I wanted and I wasn’t disappointed. You don’t have to do it to me if you don’t want to.”

“I want to. I want to so much.”