Message-ID: <3117eli$9708181208@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: author22 Subject: LITTLE ROCK! Mama was a Preacher Chapter 3A of A/B/C (M/M) ADULTS ONLY! Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.gay,alt.sex.first-time,alt.sex.masturbation,gay-net.erotic-storys,alt.sex.magazines,gay-net.erotic-storys Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33F85C53.1341@ix.netcom.com> Mama was a Preacher Chapter Three-A of A/B/C Little Rock Copyright 1996 AUTHOR22@aol.com All rights reserved. Although Jackie had told Mama that we would spend the night with the Osbornes, that is not what we did. Jerry's emotional departure was almost like the "fade out" at the end of a movie. We drove back toward Clinton. "Well, it's less than a hundred miles from here to Little Rock, so why don't we get a motel for the night? And then we can join up with the Gregory's tomorrow as we had planned." I had never been in a motel. The only one that I had ever seen was the old Blue Bell in Clinton, and that sure wasn't much. Jackie said that the one we would stay at tonight even had a swimming pool. Apparently he had been there before as the lady at the registration desk welcomed him by name. The "Inn" as it was known was an "Indoor/Outdoor" affair. The rooms were part of a three story "L" shaped structure. The Inner walls of the "L" supported two sides of a glass enclosure that was totally protected from the weather. The giant courtyard contained a swimming pool, miniature golf court, and cafe. Our room was on the third floor overlooking the pool. The bathroom contained a separate tub and shower. The bed was so large that Jerry, Jackie, and me all could have slept together without touching. "You hungry?" I was famished. The "outdoor" Cafe in the court yard overlooked a landscaped garden, featuring outside tables with umbrellas. The waiter was about Jackie's size and age. He also seemed to know him. They laughed and kidded around for a while before we got around to ordering. The menu had at least eight different kinds of hamburgers, but before I could decide what I wanted Jackie suggested we have an Italian dinner with Lasagna. That dish was another first. It was cut like a piece of cake, and was made up of layers of a wide noodle, rich hamburger and tomato together with several kinds of cheese; one smelled more like used foot powder than anything else I could think of. Once I got my nose past the smell, the flavor was outstanding. Jackie laughed when I told him what I thought about the odor of the Parmesan Cheese. As we ate we talked about me and what I wanted out of life. He repeated what he had told Jerry and me about my having talent and being a natural born performer. He again brought up that little thing I had unknowingly done during "Daddy Sang Bass". He wanted to talk to the Gregory's and to mama about becoming part of our "Revival Meeting." However he wanted me to know that the reason, which was to remain a secret between just the two of us, was that he wanted to devote his time to training me to be the best singer, and maybe even "preacher" on the gospel circuit. Those reasons, at age thirteen, didn't really make an impression. But I liked Jackie and his interest in me felt nice. Especially since I had just lost my best friend. We went to our room after dinner. "Want to go for a swim?" I explained that I didn't have a swim suit, but he said that he always carried a couple of extra pairs in the car ... just in case. When he got back with the extra swimming trunks I was really surprised. First they were small enough for me. My waist was only twenty six inches. Second, they were of a style I had never seen. They looked like underwear. He said not to worry as they would look great. While I was still inspecting the new trunks Jackie was taking off his clothes. I had never seen him naked before, and I was curious. He didn't seem to be embarrassed that I was watching him. He had removed his shoes, and socks. He raised his T-shirt over his head exposing his smooth, firm stomach, and chest. When the shirt was clear of his head, he met my gaze with a gentle smile. Next, he released the top of his pants, unzipped them, and slid them to his ankles; then kicked them free. He was not wearing underwear. His dick was larger than Jerry's, and it was surrounded by quite a bit of hair. My eyes were glued to his crotch. "Well come on, get into those trunks so we can get going." This time the tables were reversed. Jackie's eyes did not leave my body as I stripped. Unlike Jackie, my dick began to get stiff as his gaze moved down the length of my body, and was absolutely rigid by the time I tried to slide the tiny swim suit over my buttocks. He laughed, reached over and flicked the head with his finger. The sharp tap caused my little one to collapse. He was out of the room before I had them fully on. "Close the door." I raced past him and had jumped into the pool before he was off the stairs. Not to be outdone by a thirteen year old, he dove in, and had me by the feet before I had gotten the water out of my eyes. He tugged down. I leapt up, gulping a lung full of air, then doubled back, approaching him from the rear. My fingers grabbed the waist of his trunks and I jerked them downward, exposing his buttocks. But, just as rapidly he reversed the situation and I found my trunks around my ankles. I came up for air, trying to pull my swim suit over my butt. A gush of water struck me in the face. I dove down, kicking my feet as hard as I could, hoping to splash as much water in his face as he had in mine. I looked toward the surface attempting to find my quarry. He was no where above me. I looked below me. Still no Jackie. Before I could spin around he had me in a tight hold. I found my crotch resting on his elbow, his arm extending upward toward my chest. My feet found his knees. A sudden push and I was clear as I was propelled toward the side of the pool. It was only then that I realized he had been holding on to my swimming trunks, as in horror I looked down and found myself absolutely naked. Before I could take any action he was along side of me, my trunks in his hand, his body shielding mine from public view. He put his arms under my shoulders, supporting me as I slipped the suit over my legs. I could feel the beat of his heart against my chest. Our faces were just a few inches apart as I looked up into his eyes. He laughed, and attempted to dunk me. However, I was faster, and slithered downward out of his embrace then sprinted across the pool into the shallow end. We played tag, and wrestled during the next hour. Eventually, I ran out of energy and we headed toward our room. I switched from the swim trunks to my jockey shorts. Jackie was in the shower, so I crawled into the bed on the side closest to the bath room, and was asleep before he had climbed under the covers. Sometime during the night I must have moved across the large bed, as when the sunlight woke me, I was snuggled against him on his side of the bed. He was sleeping on his back. I peeked under the covers. He was naked and he had a stiffie. I slipped further down until my head was opposite his waist, my eyes glued to his penis. His breathing was deep and slow. Every time he inhaled his dick would bounce. After several minutes of watching I adventurously lifted the sheet slightly putting my hand between the sheet and his bouncing head. Each time it throbbed it left a spot of wetness on my palm. I was intrigued. Cautiously I let my hand cup the head, then my fingers began to massage. It seemed to get both larger and wetter. Unexpectedly I felt his hand on my shoulder; he was awake. He neither encouraged or discouraged me from my curiosity. His hand was warm and loving. Boldly I moved mine down the length 'till it rested in his pubic hair. As I moved my hand back up the shaft it got stiffer and hotter. Suddenly he let out a deep sigh as his penis propelled massive amounts of cum all over my hand. He laid there for a moment, said, "That was nice. Thanks," and then rolled out of bed and trotted off to the shower. I was still laying there with his slippery stuff covering my hand. My own little cock was very stiff. I put my wet hand over it and began to massage it. As I did this that same feeling that Jerry had caused began to generate within me, and continued to spiral upward until that same crescendo was replicated. My hand was grasping my tiny pole as Jackie came out of the shower still drying himself with a towel. He paused for just a moment, then said, "Looks like you need a shower too." Somewhat reluctantly I moved out of bed, his wetness and my own spread around the crotch of my jockeys. I slipped them from my body. My little instrument was still enlarged and glistening. I kicked them from my ankles as I moved toward the shower. Jackie picked them up, put them to his nose and said, "I think Jerry was wrong... You can cum." I blushed from head to toe as I sped into the shower. We checked out of the motel and drove to the address on Cottondale where the tent was to be erected. The motel had been close to downtown Little Rock while the site for the Revival was on the west side. Even though Jackie was familiar with Little Rock, he didn't know where Cottondale was located, so I acted as navigator, looking closely at the road map, and guiding him back along the highway we had traveled yesterday evening. It intersected Cantrell. We made a right, drove about a mile, found Road R, turned right again and soon saw the Gregory's bus and our trailer parked to the left on a side road. Slightly beyond the vacant lot was a radio tower and a small building whose sign announced this was KLRA Radio. Everyone was awake and had already started to unload the bus. Jackie and I pitched right in moving the tent bundles into their proper places. It was just before noon when a pickup truck turned into our lot, and disgorged three husky teenagers and their Pa. They were from the local Assembly of God church and had been sent to help assemble the tent. Steven was the oldest brother at 19. with golden brown hair. His weight must have been about 170 pounds, and it was all muscle. He wore a pair of bib type overalls that were too tight in the chest, and too baggy in the butt. Next was Peter at just 17. His hair was lighter, and longer. Although close to the same height as his brother, his build was not as filled out. He wore Levi's which were frayed with numerous white areas, mostly around a somewhat bulging crotch, and snug seat. The youngest was Jimbo, age 14. His hair was very dark, almost black. He was about my size and weight, although his legs were more in proportion to his body than were mine. He also was wearing Levi's that were obviously handed down as they were too tight, and almost totally white from wear. Jimbo and I bonded almost immediately. Joshua Hay was the father's name. He was tall and stringy. Although he was obviously strong, he lacked the "beefy" look sported by his eldest son. Jimbo, Jackie and I constituted one of the hoisting teams, while Peter and his father became another, leaving Steven and Reverend Gregory as the third. Ruth assumed the role of coordinator, deploying the three teams in the most efficient manor to first hoist the poles, pound in the stakes, and finally raise the top. By sunset everything was in readiness. The saw dust had been spread, the electricity connected, and portable "potties" placed at the very edge of the lot. Getting the piano on the platform had almost been a disaster as the rental company delivered a Baby Grand instead of an upright. Ray was upset as he felt it would become the center point of attention. Jackie immediately began to play something. The sound was quite beautiful. It also seemed louder than the upright. His playing took on a totally different character as he played "What A Friend We Have in Jesus". It was more compelling; less rough hewn, more spiritual. Mr. Hay suggested we all come home with him for dinner. We eagerly accepted. Their farm was 10 miles further west. Jackie drove, with Mama sitting in the passenger seat and the Gregorys in the rumble. I hopped in the back of the truck and rode with Jimbo and his brothers. The house was much smaller than either the Osborne's or the Holbron's, but nicer. The kitchen was large and merged into the living room. There were three bedrooms. Jimbo took me toward the barn. He had his own room built in the loft. It was tiny, not more than six feet wide and eight feet long. His bed consisted of only a mattress the size of the room which was placed directly on the floor. There was no light fixture, only an oil lamp on a wooden crate. There was a picture of a naked lady "from Esquire Magazine" hanging on the far wall. He saw that the picture had caught my attention. "Mom never comes up here, so dad said it's OK." He paused, then almost in a whisper, "Gawd I'd like to put my peter in there." Our contemplation was interrupted by Steven who stuck his head in the door delivering a modified message from his mother. "Ma says come on in for dinner, so you kids put your peckers back in your pants and come on." I turned red as a beet. That had been too close to the truth. However Jimbo responded, "Ha! I saw you pounding yours this morning, so don't give me any of your crap." "Next time I'll shoot in your eye, you little fucker." It was all said in jest, but I was astounded at the openness with which these brothers talked about sex. Jerry and Jackie were the only two I had ever talked to about such things. And Mama wasn't about to tell me anything; with her that was a closed subject. Mrs. Hay had prepared fried chicken, with mash potatoes, gravy, and biscuits. There was lots of milk fresh from their own cow, and homemade blackberry jam. Jackie and I had skipped breakfast, so we were both famished. The Hay's must have thought that we were starving preachers of the gospel. People were already parked in our lot when we returned to the tent. Mr. Hay threw a big switch on the electric pole illuminating the interior. Within 15 minutes more than half of the seats were taken. Mr. and Mrs. Hay were seated in the front row, but Jimbo, Peter, and Steven were in the last row, close to the entrance. Jackie began playing the piano while Mama and the Gregory's were still getting ready in the bus. "Do you want to try 'Daddy Sings Bass'?". "No way." "Come on. Just the first verse and chorus." Finally, I nodded, "Ok." Jackie had already used the chorus as a lead in. My high voice began, "I remember when I was a lad, times were hard and things were bad; but there's a silver lining behind every cloud. Just poor people that's all, we were try'n to make a livin' out of black land dirt; We'd get together in a family circle singin' loud." Everyone had stopped talking and were listening to my solo. Then I started into the chorus, "Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor." It was there that Jackie did his key change and I leaned forward and jumped backward, it was almost an automatic impulse, "Me and little brother would join right in there; Singing seems to help a troubled soul." I could feel something coming from the audience. It was very positive. I could sense that their enjoyment had gone beyond the ordinary. For just a moment they had felt that same impulse, and were inspired by its fulfillment. "One of these days and it won't be long; I'll rejoin them in a song; I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne. No, the circle won't be broken. Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye. Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor, me and little brother will join right in there in the sky, Lord in the sky." Later Jackie explained that this was a very important happening. It was the first step in truly mass communication. It was a moment during which an entire concept had been bi-directionally transmitted. That communication started with the song, then was transmitted by me, enhanced by the audience, and transmitted back to me. Eventually he would teach me how to recognize the occurrence, seize upon it, and use it to build a memorable experience. Ruth returned from the bus and mounted the platform. I was sitting next to Jackie as she began the planned singing. The transition worked very well, as that sparkle still existed and the people had already become part of the music. We had advanced to what Jackie called "Level Three". Looking back, I realize that the Gregorys had developed their abilities as Evangelists by trial and error, while Jackie understood the psychological aspects of their efforts. Like a teacher, he possessed the knowledge to design a career, and the tools to implement an effective curriculum. I am sure that the Gregorys believed what they preached, while I am equally certain that Jackie understood only the technology. The Reverend Gregory was a man of God. Jackie was a teacher; a trainer; a showman. But who is to say whether Jackie was under the hand of God. I know Jackie would never admit that it was God's hand that guided him. But then one first needs to define God. In the end the results were the same. That night's revival services were very good. The power was there. The congregation became an integral part of the services. The "Call for Sinners" had the altar crowded with praying, weeping people. We were all drained of energy as the meeting came to a close; drained, with a glowing feeling of fulfillment. Jimbo sought me out and asked if I'd like to come home with them for the night. Mama and Jackie were talking when I asked, and Jackie said he thought it was a good idea as he had a lot to talk to mama about. I grabbed Jerry's comforter and hopped into the back of the Hay's pickup truck. The night had turned cool so Jimbo, his brothers and I all drew close together under the comforter. I was, again, sitting between Jimbo and Peter. The closeness, the warmth, and the smell of Peter's sweat drove deep inside of me, and to my surprise caused my little cock to get very stiff. Both Peter and Jimbo had their arms around my waist, hugging me to them. I put my hands on each of their upper legs, returning the hugging. My left hand encountered a sizable, hot, throbbing bulge laying along Peter's leg. Quickly I lowered my hand to his knee, where upon he placed his hand over mine, drawing it back to the site of the encounter. I was intrigued, and yet frightened, by the warmth of his member. It was almost as though it had a life of its own. I was drawn to it with the same feelings of compulsion that I had felt when I had peeked under the blankets this morning and watched Jackie's cock bouncing against the sheet. I wanted to touch the hot skin. If there had been a hole in his jeans I would have put my hand in there and experienced direct contact with the warm, hard, pulsing, velvety shaft. His hand remained over mine, squeezing my fingers together on to his shaft. He released my hand and moved his over my waist, trying to locate my small member. It was shouting "Here. Here. Here I am." But before he could home in on his target, the truck turned into their drive way. We parked in the back between the house and the barn. "There is hot chocolate and cake in the kitchen... and then it's off to bed with you." We followed Mrs. Hay into the kitchen and sat at the table while she heated the milk and cut the cake. Being part of the Revival Meeting always left me tired. Jimbo, on the other hand was full of energy, and not in the least sleepy. We had climbed the ladder to the loft of the barn. Within minutes we were snuggled under his big blanket. I had Jerry's comforter which I threw on top of Jimbo's. "Ever slept naked?" he asked. "Yeah, it's nice." He began to remove his T-shirt and underpants. I did likewise. We moved toward each other, coming in full contact in the middle of his mattress. I was next to the door with him facing me. "Ever seen a naked girl?" he asked. "No, but I'd sure like to." "Our neighbors have six girls, and the oldest one will show you anything you want to see. My imagination went wild. A naked female. Wow! "How do you know?" "Peter told me. The other day he was over there and she just plain asked him if he would like to see her pussy. When he said yes, she made him show her his dick. She even put her hands on it. But Peter said that when he tried to put a finger in her pussy she slapped him and pushed him away." I could feel Jimbo stroking his dick beneath the covers. I was on my back, and as he stroked his fist would bang against my hip. "Don't you ever jack off?" he asked. "I don't know. What's jacking off." "That's what I am doing, look under the covers and you can see." I stuck my head under the covers. Most of the light from the oil lamp was filtered away. "Can't see anything." "Just keep looking, your eyes will adjust." And so they did. I could see his fist moving up and down his shaft. "Oh, is that what you call it. Yeah, I did that this morning. It really felt good." "Well come on, let's do it together". As we stroked we fell into synchronism. "Here you do mine, and I'll do yours." Jimbo reached over replacing my hand with his and began stroking. "Oh, that feels good." I placed my hand around his and we again fell into synchronism. He was still facing toward me when I felt a splash of warm liquid hit my thigh. While his hand on mine felt good, it wasn't generating that deep feeling I had felt when I had done this with Jackie's cum on my hand. And Jimbo's emission was too tiny to provide any lubricant. Within seconds of his having cum, he relaxed and let loose of mine. Then he turned over on his other side facing the wall. Soon we were both asleep. Sometime much later I was awakened by a flashlight in my face. At first I thought it was Jimbo, but I could hear him breathing on the other side of me. I reached up, put my hand over the light, pushing it out of my eyes. It was Peter. He turned off the light and put his hand under the blanket. Just the memory of his hard dick in the truck got mine very rigid. When his hand found the target, it was standing straight out. After stroking me a couple of times, he grasped my hand, pulled me from the bed. He led me to the ladder, and we climbed down to the ground. Still, silently he guided me out back where there was a wagon full of loose hay. I was still naked. Peter was wearing just his shorts, which he removed. Then he laid down next to me, his throbbing cock literally dripping moisture onto my tummy. He got up and sat on my stomach facing me. His organ began making a pool of warm liquid. His fingers dipped into the pool. Then reaching behind him, he rubbed the moisture over my cock head. The feeling was incredible, even better than Jackie's cum. He raised himself a few inches, moved back and again sat down. My cock immediately sank into his hole. Then he began to rock back and forth. He motioned me to stroke his cock. I put my fingers in the pool and then rubbed that on his dick. He slowly began moving up and down. The up part left just the tip of my cock head being grasped by his sphincter. The down part felt incredible as I was buried so deeply that I could feel his balls pressed against my abdomen. His penis was still dripping large amount of liquid. His pace increased, but the length and depth of his movement was still full and complete. --------End of Chapter 3A---------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /