The Hung Bunch Get Religion

“There’s that fucking scumbag Fletcher and his fucking bratty son!” whispered our leader Frank. He, Vinnie, Eric and I were at Cold Stone Creamery eating ice cream while hanging out at the mall on a Saturday afternoon. We were 18-year-old Michigan high school seniors who proudly bonded over that we each were hung at least eight inches and that we liked use our dicks on guys. 

The 43-year-old tall, dark-haired, fit and charismatic Reverend Charles Fletcher, wearing dockers and a pink Ralph Lauren polo shirt was sitting nearby eating ice cream with his son who was dressed the same way. Handsome Charles Junior was 20, blond, thin and medium height. Reverend Fletcher was a well-known loudmouth Christian fundamentalist preacher who always got on the local news by shooting his mouth off about prayer in the schools, closing strip clubs, yapping about abortion and hating on gays.

“We’re going to teach this shithead a lesson!” said Frank. Fletcher and his son finished their ice cream, picked up their Marshall’s shopping bags, we followed them to the parking garage. We got in Franks’ car and trailed them to their showy house. We quickly parked, got out with our backpacks, and caught up with them at their front door as they were going in.  

Frank and Vinnie grabbed Fletcher, Eric and I grabbed his son and we all barged into the house and pulled them into the living room. Frank and Vinnie tied up the Reverend in a chair as Eric and I held his squirming son.

“Where’s Mrs. Fletcher?” said Frank.

“She’s on her way home from my daughter’s cheerleading practice” said Reverend Fletcher. “They’ll be here any minute!”

“Oh, really! Thou shall not lie!” laughed Frank, picking up a paper from the desk. “Flight 357 arriving 8:20 PM from Phoenix today. That’s nice, we’ve got lots of time!”

“Reverend Fletcher, you’re always preaching about how wicked and unclean us gays are, well I’m going to turn your son into a sinner while you watch!” snarled Frank to the tied-up pastor. “Pete, give me the handcuffs, Charles Junior, is about to feel the wrath of my cock” I handed Frank the handcuffs.

“Holy fuck!” laughed Frank as he threw them aside. “We don’t need these; he’s gay! He’s a fucking closet case! He was just checking me out!”

“That’s not true!” yelled the flushed Charles Junior looking off to the side.

“He’s got a hardon!” yelled Vinnie, “He wants us!”

It was true, the crotch of Charles Junior’s khakis was bulging.

“Preacher’s son is a homo!” laughed Eric.

“Oh baby, it’s going be okay” whispered Frank as he patted the trembling Charles Junior’s blond hair. “You’re going to get what you like deep down but are ashamed of because of your daddy! Oh yeah, these are cocksucking lips! I bet you suck dick on the downlow. I bet you cruise your college’s gym men’s rooms looking to suck off jocks!” said Frank as he took his index finger and traced it around Charles Junior’s luscious lips.

Frank nudged Charles Junior to his knees, he undid his belt, slid down his jeans and pulled out his rad eight and half inch cut dick and floppy balls out of his boxer briefs. “Boy, put this mother fucker in your mouth. Go on, you know you want it” barked Frank to the weeping Charles Junior.

Goddamn! Charles Junior opened his mouth wide, covered his teeth with his lips and chugged down Frank’s cock!

“Oh yeah, baby! That’s it, deepthroat it, go all the way down” sighed Frank. Charles Junior was on his knees before Frank with his head eagerly bobbing up and down. “Hey, Preacher! Look at your son go! This sure ain’t the first time he’s sucked a dick! Surprise! Surprise! You raised a mighty fine cock slut! You must be so proud!” laughed Frank.

“Damn you, you heathen!” cried Reverend Fletcher.

“Do my balls” said Frank, the willing Charles Junior was now teabagging Frank. “Boy, you got my crew all worked up. Guys, show Charlie what you’re packing.”

One by one, we all unzipped and took our dicks and balls out of our jeans. Vinnie’s eight and quarter, and Eric’s and my eight stiff inches were on view.

“Charlie, show my buds how good you are” said Frank. We were standing above Charles Junior and first he sucked on Vinnie’s cock, then Eric’s and then mine. Wow! This guy was a real pro, he slurped my meat like a slutty bitch. Charles Junior went back and forth on our four big hard cut cocks like he was possessed by a demon. He even jacked our cocks while he was sucking one of us! This repressed bitch was in a wonderland of dick! His tied-up father sat wailing and babbling about the lord, Jesus and shit while his son took turns sucking us.

Frank took off his clothes and stood like the proud erect warrior he was.

“That’s enough, take off your clothes Charlie” he said.

Charles Junior got up off his knees and pulled off his lime Ralph Lauren polo shirt, he had a nice lean bod. He kicked off his boat shoes and got out of his khakis. He took off his bulging boxer briefs. He was now nude, with his hard seven inch cut dick and his super ass on view.

Charles Junior yelped as Frank leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. They made out as Frank’s hands roamed all over Charles Junior’s solid warm boy flesh. Frank groped his ass and fingered his hole.

“Boy, are you a virgin?” growled Frank as he nibbled on Charles Junior’s ear.

“No, I’m not” whispered Charles Junior.

“You hear that, Preacher! Your son takes it up the ass! He’s going to get it good!” hissed Frank. “Charlie, get on that couch and spread your boy pussy for me.”

Charles Junior obediently walked over to the big blue couch, got on his back, raised his legs and presented his clean pink smooth hole.

Frank lathered his rock-hard dick with lube and sprayed Charles Junior’s ass.

In one fast swoop, Frank shoved his cock into Charles Junior’s ass. “AH! AH! AH!” he hollered.

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking tight” sighed Frank as he fucked the yappy Charles Junior. “You like my big cock fucking your ass?” “YES! OH GOD! YES! I LOVE YOU FUCKING MY ASS! I CAN’T HELP IT! IT FEELS SO GOOD! MAY THE LORD FORGIVE ME!” Fuck! Charles Junior’s bursting seven-inch dick exploded! His cum blasted in the air and splattered on the couch.

“I just made your son cum with my cock! You remember that Preacher, the next time you mouth off about the gays. You remember that your first born and only son is goddam cock whore who can’t get enough dick up his mouth and ass!” roared Frank as he pounded out Charles Junior. “Oh yeah, Reverend, I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your son’s ass!” bellowed Frank. Frank pulled his dick out, Charles Junior’s ass was busted and leaking with Frank’s cum. Frank wiped off his dick with a floral needlepoint pillow from the couch. Vinnie, Eric and I each got a turn to fuck Charles Junior who was in heaven taking one great cock up his ass after another.

“Well! Daddy here sure is turned on watching his boy pig out!” laughed Frank. He’d pulled down Reverend Fletcher’s dockers and briefs, there was his hard dripping seven-and-a-half-inch cut dick!

“Charlie, show Daddy what a great cocksucker you are!”

Charles Junior got off the couch, went to his father, knelt between his legs and started sucking his dick! Reverend Fowler grimaced and began crying.

“Doesn’t your son suck a good dick!” said Frank. “Ok Charlie, now show Daddy what a hot fuck you are!” Charles Junior got up and then sat on the Reverend’s cock! He rode it with such rage, as if he was getting out the anger he’d stored up inside. The Reverend was gurgling as he came inside his son. Charles Junior got off his father, and there was the Reverend’s soft dick covered in cum and lube.

The beaming Charles Junior showed us where the bathrooms were, and we all took showers and got dressed.

“I’m pretty hungry” smiled Charles Junior, “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Sure thanks, I think we all have a big appetite after what we’ve been through” said Frank groping Charles Junior’s ass. He went into his father’s pocket, pulled out his wallet and got his debit card.

“How’s Chinese?”

“Sounds good” said Frank.

Charles Junior called P.F. Chang’s. Then he called a liquor store and ordered four bottles of Pinot Noir. After the deliveries arrived, we ate dumplings, sesame chicken, pork low mein and drank wine in the dining room. When we were done, we went to the living room.

“It’s alright, son” moaned Reverend Fletcher. “Everything will be normal again. We’ll get over what these sinners have done to us. You’ll finish your last year at Liberty University, you’ll marry Caroline and start a family, you’ll join me in the ministry. First, you’ll go to a conversion camp to rid yourself of those sick twisted urges you have, I have faith in you.”

“You hear that, Charlie” said Frank. “This is what your father has in mind for you, brainwashing. You can stay here with him and serve God or come with us and serve cock.”

Charles Junior left the living room. Frank untied Reverend Fletcher, he pulled up his pants and sat in defeated silence.

“Have a good sermon tomorrow, Reverend” said Frank.  

“Dad, I know what I am and I’m proud of what I am” said Charles Junior, returning to the living room with his suitcase. He went over to Frank and kissed him on the mouth!

There was the sound of the front door opening.

“What in the world?!” exclaimed the attractive blonde Mrs. Fletcher taking in the sight of us, her son kissing a guy, the stained couch and her now sobbing husband.

“Where are you going, Chuck?” said Cindy, the Fletcher’s 17-year-old daughter to her brother.

“I have to go away for a while” Charles Junior said, hugging his sister. “I love you, Mom” he said as he kissed his mother goodbye.

“Mrs. Fletcher, you might want to think about getting a new couch. We all just fucked your son on it. Have a good evening, ma’am” said Frank.

We left with Charles Junior wheeling his suitcase. We drove away with Frank driving and Charles Junior sitting next to him. We stopped off at a convenience store for beer, Charles Junior paid with his father’s debit card.

We got to the Crystal Palace Motel; Charles Junior paid for a room.

“Hey, when you get off, we’re having a party if you’d care to join us” Frank said to the front desk clerk, a handsome South Asian American guy in his early 20’s.

“Dude, thanks! I am so there!” he grinned.

We all drank beers while Charles Junior showed his appreciation to us for liberating him by sucking our cocks again.

“Fuck yeah!” yelled Aly when he entered the room as Charles Junior was blowing us. Aly got out of his suit real fast and in no time was getting his eight-inch-thick uncut cock sucked by Charles Junior.

Eventually, Charles Junior got gangfucked for the second time that day. It was some sight watching Charles Junior’s white asshole stretch around Aly’s thick brown piece.  

Aly’s father owned the motel, so in return for putting out to them and their relatives, Charles Junior got to stay there for free. He was overjoyed by all the prime dick he was getting. Aly also pimped him out to motel guests, truckers and bikers. Charles Junior was doing real well for himself. During our regular Friday night parties, Charles Junior joined our bitches Benjy and Alan to serve us.  

One Friday night, there was a commotion at the motel’s front desk.

“I understand, good luck” said Aly.

Charles Junior was wearing a backpack and was surrounded by four tough looking hulky bikers in their early 20’s wearing scruffy jeans, boots, white T-shirts and leather jackets.

“What’s going on Charlie?” said Frank.

“This afternoon, I tricked with a guy who goes to my father’s church” said Charles Junior. “I’m sure he’s already told my father where I am and he’s going to send his thugs to take me to a conversion camp. I got to get out of here! I called Zack, I’m going to stay with him and the guys.”

“He’ll be safe with us; we’ll take good care of him” growled the stubbly Zack.

They all left and got on their motorcycles, Charles Junior was behind Zack and had his hands wrapped around his waist, as they rode off.

20 minutes later two big guys in black suits showed up at the hotel in a van.

“We’re looking for Charles Fletcher” said one to Aly.

“You’re too late” laughed Aly.

“Tell Reverend Fletcher, his son happily went off to be a bitch for a biker gang” laughed Frank to the other guy.

A few weeks later, we drove a few towns away, and up in the hills to the biker’s compound, a fine old house hidden away by a mound of trees. Aly was in his car behind us with Benjy and Alan.

“Hey!” said Charles Junior as he greeted us, he must have started working out as he was more muscular. He really filled out his white T-shirt and jeans which showed off his nice crotch and hot bubble butt. “The guys went into to town to get all the food, I’ll give you a tour.”

Charles Junior showed us the house. “This is my and Zack’s room, it’s also my workstation” he laughed,  explaining that he’s on a live chat site where he talks dirty and jerks off for generous guys online. “I do really well and pay my way here…”  The finished basement was cool, with a pool table a huge TV.

“Charlie! You’ve become quite the freak!” laughed Frank when he saw the sling in the corner.

“Well, we keep things interesting here!” laughed Charles Junior. “It gets a lot of use!”

We heard the roars of motorcycles, and the gang of four was back with bags of groceries. “Well, I’ll see you later. This is going to be so fucking hot!” said Charles Junior as he left with Benjy and Alan.

“Great to see you again, buddy!” said Zack to Frank.

“Things are good?”

“Things are very good!”

Later, we went to the backyard, all of us naked. Damn! This biker gang was all at least eight inches too! Must have been a requirement! Ha-ha.

There was a wooden platform like a stage, on it were three mattresses, on them were Charles Junior, Benjy and Alan side by side, on all fours wearing jocks. What a fine sight! Three open-mouthed premium bottoms waiting with their asses up in the air their to get used by nine hot tops! The natural order.

So, on a fine spring afternoon for hours, we all had a blast getting our dicks sucked and fucking in the great outdoors. Those mattresses were filthy when we were done! We all came a few times. Our bottoms were fucked out and were so fucking happy to have gratified us.

The stage was cleared away, at sunset Zack was grilling steaks while Charles Junior, Benjy and Alan were chopping vegetables and stuff. “Hey, look at this” laughed Frank to me. “I took video of the fuck session and texted it to Reverend Fletcher, ‘Your son is thriving.’ This is what he texted back.” “You’ll burn in hell!” We laughed.    

Us nine tops sat at a long wood table; it was like from a Middle Ages movie! We were the royalty being served by our peasants. Life was good.