A Preacher's Son

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He was there again. On a Sunday, underneath the same oak tree that block the view from every one walking around in the park. He was sitting in a hallow that the root of the tree made. It was like a little campfire circle. His brown hair was whipping around in his face as the fresh wind blew. He looked so unlike himself when he was at school. His name is Micheal O'Conner. He was a really popular guy in the school. He was smart, talented, athletic and totally cute. His eyes drew every one in, since they were golden in color. He stood at the height of 5'8 and around 115lbs. He was not the jock type. He wasn't any type really, but I'll tell you what he was. He was forbidden, at least by the terms of the church. He was a preacher's son. Micheal was actually a shy 16 year old. He didn't hang around in the usual popular crowd. With him, it was strictly from home to school or home to church, and school to home or church to home. He never looked at people in the eyes, especially me. With me, he just goes out of the way to avoid. I know all this and more about him. Why? For the simple fact that I was insanely attracted to him. I tried my best to befriend him, but he always gets away from me, just like he does to every one else. I had even started to attending his father's church and dared to listen to his father isvecbahis (http://isvecbahis.info/) condemn homosexuality over and over again. That day, he seemed as he was crying. It literally pain me as I watch silent tears fall from his eyes as he hugged himself tighter. He seemed to be crying a lot lately but today I couldn't sit in my favorite hiding spot and do nothing. I was probably 15ft away to the left. When I stood up, and walk over to him. He didn't even noticed me until I was almost 5ft away. His eyes opened huge in surprise. In an instant his tears dried up as the his attention seemed to swerve to me. "Joseph?!"Call me corny, but I felt really happy when I heard him utter my name. I wasn't sure he even knew it. "Can I?" I ask gently pointing to a root protruding out of the ground looking like a seat. He nodded and scooted a little more to his right. I could see how a light blush crept up his neck through his church shirt. He was probably embarrassed that a guy had caught him crying. "So... today's sermon was... uh... interesting," I said trying to strike up a conversation. I got no answer. Dammit, I was going to get him to talk, I said to myself. "Do you help your Dad with his sermons?"He gave a 'hmpf' and replied, "As if. I don't think the same way he thinks." It was maybe the scent of him clouding my judgement but the isveçbahis giriş (http://isvecbahis.info/) tone of his beautiful voice had me believing that he felt uncomfortable and probably angered by the sermon. Could it be...? "I-I'm s-sorry. Did it made you feel bad? Please, it's just that my Dad is a bit,... over-dramatic," he said apologetically. The puppy eyes that he was giving me were totally cute. I had to fight to keep my hands to myself. "Well, I better get going," he stated standing. Shit, he was running away again. "And, thank you.""For?" I asked almost dazed."For just now," he said. His soft smile seemed to even blind my eyes with its innocent brilliance. I couldn't let him get away. I reached for him just as he begun stepping out of the arms of the tree. I held on to his hand and he gasped at the contact. I pulled him into me and backed him up against the tree. I was so close to him that I breathed in the air he let out. He just stood there, engulf by both the tree and my arms. "Micheal," I whispered into his ears as I buried my face into his shoulder, smelling the scent that was attached to him. "Is... the preacher's son... taken?" His body shivered, and it wasn't from the cold. "Yes? No? Maybe?"I slipped my hand under his shirt to touch his skin. "Ah, no," he exclaimed at the other contact. My hand continued isveçbahis yeni giriş (http://isvecbahis.info/) to travel up his body slowly and gently. "Can I?" I whispered looking at his full red lips. He shivered again as my fingers brushed his nipple. He nodded again panting. Our lips met. We kissed. What I felt was stronger that anything I had ever knew. His lips were so really soft and they tasted sweet like apples. Which was ironic, considering the apple being the rumored fruit of knowledge. Each one of his moans were capture between my lips. I wanted to touch him more. My whole body felt like it was on fire as my blood boiled in my veins. His body molded into mine as we both sunk into the hallow of the tree. My cock begun tenting my trousers and I pressed myself into Micheal even more. I knew he felt my hardness as he moaned louder. His eyes weren't golden anymore, but a more heated darker color. He placed a shaky hand on my belt, and rubbed circles over my covered manhood. Damn, my cock felt like it was choking in the cotton material of my trousers, but before I decided to do anything about it, I moved my hand from tweaking Micheal's nipples to grope his crotch. Sure enough, he was affected by me more than he let on. I tugged at his dick through the material as he covered his mouth to try and stifle his whimpers. His face was red and eyes wild. Oh, he wanted it. "Joseph, not here," he whimpered again. He was so fuckable looking at that exact moment. I dropped to my knees and took out his cock. His pants had fallen to his ankles, just as his boxers.