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The Sinful Preacher Part III Part 3 Well, the Rev. was in prison for all his "dastardly" deeds. He had two roommates - Jake and Clem. They were in jail for some petty larceny. These were the two guys who gang-banged him his first night and had turned the Rev. into one horny slut dude. Even though the Rev. was 58, he was in decent shape. Plus all the physical activity out in the fields tended to buff up his body even more. His tan got nice and brown and his chest became strong and muscular. His abs were nice and taut. Jake and Clem were already in good shape. They had already known the pleasures of having a guy. They just wanted to get even with the Rev. for what he had done to their cousin Emma - taking all her hard-earned money for his "causes." That money was doing him no good now. After the first few fuckings up his asshole with both their cocks at one time - boy did it feel good for Jake and Clem to feel their hot cocks rubbing against each other like that, but to come together up his no longer tight asshole was a turn on! The Rev. at this point was now looking forward to these "gang-bangs." He learned to reciprocate with the dudes in some pretty incredible ways - he got the two of them to hold their cocks together while he sucked them off together. They were enjoying it so much they soon gave him pleasure - the three of them would often form a short daisy chain of pleasure wherein they would all suck each other off. Unfortunately (or was it fortunate) one day two of the guards caught them in the woods servicing each other. Neither guard had seen each other, but were both catching in on the action. Roger, the older one was oozing more out of his cock on this hot day than he was sweating! He let his pants down so he could pull on his schlong. It was too much watching these hunky dudes do each other so he came over and joined them. Carl, the other guard, couldn't believe his supervisor was having so much fun that he had to join them also. Carl spoke up to them first "Look, it's not too safe out here as the next crew will be coming over pretty soon. Let's go over to the guard house - I've got the key and it'll be pretty darned safe." Soon they were over there - there were three cots there - they spread out the mattresses on the floor so they could start the action together. Again, they stripped down their sweaty clothes. Carl couldn't believe how hung Roger was so he soon deep-throated him. Jake and Clem were getting real turned on by this scene and soon were butt-fucking the two guards. The Rev. soon came over and began working on Jake's and Clem's assholes. Soon, they had the Rev. face down on the floor. The four guys stood over the Rev. and told him to prepare for some groovy action. Roger was soon fucking his face, Carl was up the Rev.'s asshole, and each hand was working on Clem's and Jake's rigid cocks. What a turn on it was for the Rev. He was being probed in practically every way possible. Roger soon shot his hot spunky load down the Rev.'s throat. Almost simultaneously, Carl shot his load up the Rev.'s asshole. Clem and Jake were deliriously happy with this 5-way sex scene and soon shot their loads in the Rev.'s hands, which soon covered his smooth chest with juicy jism. The Rev. proceeded to rub the hot cum into his skin like a lotion. Together, Clem and Jake took turns sucking on that massive cock of the Rev.'s. Carl couldn't believe the size of that massive organ and pushed the two of them away as he pushed his asshole over that massive cock. "Oh, man, what a cock you've got! Fuck my asshole man! I want to feel that hot sticky cum up my hole so I order you to shoot a load! Or I'll put you in solitary!" As the Rev. looked up at Carl's massive physique, and the sun shining off his sweaty body, he couldn't hold off anymore - his load shot out and then oozed down his cock. His rigid cock was dripping cum all over it. The four guys looked at this oozing tower of flesh and hungrily licked him clean. "Hey Rev. is this how you give forgiveness?" Carl asked sarcastically. The Rev. was smart enough to keep his mouth shut - he really wanted to slap this guy, but he knew he was bigger than him and could take him real easily. Carl looked at him with an evil glint in his eyes. Plus his cock was getting hard again. The Rev. looked up at his organ and began stroking and sucking on the rod. He began massaging Carl's hairy nuts and probing his asshole with his fingers. Carl was moaning wildly. "I'm gonna baptize your face with my holy cum! Suck my meat you holy roller! Swallow everything I've got!" The Rev. was sucking on the cock so greedily, so hard that he was nearly dizzy. The pleasure was incredible. He was soon getting that massive load down his throat! It was so huge - that cock, that mass of pearly white fluid that filled his mouth. Roger was so taken in by this massive suck job that he proceeded to shove his now rigid cock down the Rev.'s throat. Then Jake and Clem took their turns fucking his greedy face. The Rev. was insatiable! He was begging for more. Between the four of them, the Rev. was able to suck 9 loads! He was now so stiff, so rigid, that the veins on his cock looked like they were going to pop. The four of them were so grateful for the wonderful blow jobs they had gotten they all took turns sucking on that massive cock of the Rev.'s and soon they brought him to a thunderously huge climax. The five of them were exhausted in the early afternoon heat and fell asleep, entwined around each other. The Rev. was the first to wake up - at first he thought he could make an escape from the group, but common sense took over. Besides, he wanted to get fucked by these four hunky dudes again- not just the roommates, but the two guards! The guards were both terrific pieces of ass - they knew how to satisfy him. Plus he got really turned on watching the two of them deep throat each other's fat cocks. Then when Carl mounted Roger, that was another turn-on. The Rev.'s cock was already stiff with desire. For a middle aged man, the Rev. was a real stud! Carl awoke to find a rigid cock next to his mouth and started lightly sucking on the end of it. The Rev.'s moans woke up the other three. Soon all of them were awake and were sucking each other off in a daisy chain. They soon shot their loads down each other's throats. Roger didn't want any trouble after spending nearly the whole day in the cabin and told the three prisoners to go along with their ruse when they left. "I never want to see you guys pull that kind of stunt again or I'll tie you up again and make you stand punishment!" Roger said in a loud voice as they left. No one suspected anything. Over the next few weeks, they had a few more "rendezvous" in the cabin. Meanwhile, life was going fairly normally for Jeff. Jeff was enjoying this "new" look to his body. Jeff had always been a circumspect and conservative type and not one to flaunt his body. However, after his body had been shaved, away went his inhibitions. He was actually proud of his looks! Maybe because it was such a radically different look. Plus Jeff realized he wasn't getting any younger. He was 33 and realized he was at the final days of his "youthful" appearance. He didn't mind getting older - he felt great, looked great, and sex was even better than 15 years ago! However, it did take greater effort to keep that look - his workouts had to increase in endurance and in time. Plus he realized he had to eat less - no longer could he eat that second cheeseburger or that ice cream cone. Fortunately, Jeff was able to exercise his body and self control. He was proud of his body and wanted to show it off. Realizing this youthful appeal wouldn't last forever and that he wanted to establish himself with a business that was more than just an antique shop or something that an "aging queen" would have, he decided to amass a small fortune. He decided he'd be an "exotic" dancer at a club over in the city 64 miles away. Far away from his friends and family to realize, but close enough to rake in a few bucks. He had to go into the city to do some errands so he figured he'd drive over to the other side of the tracks. The first couple of clubs he hit were gross and dirty and gave him an uneasy feeling. As much as liked the money, he wanted to do it with some "class." He figured he'd give this "Chippendale" like club a chance - it was for women only (or so he thought) and if he were "caught" it wouldn't be that embarrassing. He went into the "Courtly Gent" and asked the guy in the front if they were hiring. "Of course - we're always looking. Go upstairs and see Sam." The placed looked decent and he went upstairs to find Sam. Sam was upstairs in the exercise studio doing his routine. He was a pretty buff looking guy with piercing blue eyes, blond hair the color of corn silk, and an ingratiating smile. "Can I help you?" "Yes. I'm looking for a job." "What kind of work - bartender, dishwasher?" "Actually, a dancer." "Sure - we always need backups in case one of the guys has a final or a date or something. Do you have a portfolio you can show me?" "No, but I've got something better." Jeff had nothing to lose. He took off his shirt and pulled down his pants to reveal himself in a pair of skimpy red bikini pants. Jeff knew he looked great and could pass off as a "straight" if he had to. "Hmmm, not bad. Turn around." Jeff turned around. "Well?" "Definitely good material. However, sometimes our guys go all the way, if you get my drift. Let's see how well endowed you are." Sam walked over and began rubbing Jeff's tight round ass. He slid his hands down the front and pulled it down. It was all Jeff could do to keep his cock from springing to life. "Very nice. Let's see how big you are." Sam began rubbing at Jeff's crotch and it began to expand. Jeff lost his inhibitions when he saw Sam's cock expanding and coming out of the side of his short blue nylon trunks. Jeff reached over and began rubbing Sam's muscular chest. He began fingering the rigid nipples, then started sucking on them. Sam's cock was struggling to escape from the shorts. Jeff was feeling pretty aggressive and started tugging at the shorts - he pulled down the back of Sam's shorts, revealing a very white ass which contrasted nicely with the suntan. First one finger went inside the crack, then two, then three. Soon Jeff had him on the nautilus machine with his legs spread wide apart, and his rigid cock still stuffed inside the shorts. Jeff then knelt and began tonguing Sam's eager asshole. Sam was panting and breathing rapid gulps. Soon he was begging to have his asshole stuffed with Jeff's massive cock. Jeff complied and fucked him real good on the machine. While fucking him, he milked on Sam's rigid cock through the shorts. Sam couldn't hold out and soon shot his hot load on the warm up mat beneath them. He turned around and looked at Jeff's rigid cock. "So am I qualified?" Jeff asked. Before Sam could even answer, Jeff started to ram his cock down Sam's eager throat. He soon exploded with a load that overflowed and went down Sam's lips and chin and throat. "Sure are qualified. You can start tomorrow night. Just remember, this is a respectable place. No fucking the ladies." "Please - I have too much taste. Besides, I want to save it all for you at the end of the night." "You've got a deal." Jeff proved to be a great hit with the ladies. They liked his easy moving charm, and his small town boyish appeal. He loved having the tips shoved down his briefs - at least 2 or 3 times a night he had to empty out the cash and at least once he had to empty his cock down Sam's eager throat or asshole. Jeff was having a great time being a stud and was raking in the money. He was still enjoying his "bare" look with absolutely no body hair. With his physique, he certainly wasn't androgynous, but he had incredible appeal with both sexes. He certainly was enjoying himself with Sam. Jack's sculpted body was a great receptacle for the gallons of cum his body seemed to be making the past few weeks. Jack was an insatiable stud - many times about 5 or 6 of the guys would have a get together after hours. The women all seemed to enjoy the hardons barely contained within all the dancer's briefs. Jeff was now wearing a very brief g string which barely covered his cock. In fact, almost every night his cock would fall out, or stretch out of the briefs. Although it wasn't legal to get away with this, Jeff enjoyed the attention he got when he would "accidentally" pop out. Of course, his member was completely rigid. Plus the panty would be soaked halfway through the night with his precum. That made the tan fabric become transparent. For all intents and purposes, Jeff might as well have been nude. It wasn't so much the women shoving the 10's and 20's down his pants that aroused him, but knowing that Sam would be telling him to behave during the "intermissions." One night he was so wet that he was making puddles on the floor. Sam was concerned one of the guys would slip on the slippery stuff. "So dry me off, then" was Jeff's comment as he continued to get even wetter. Sam's mouth would make his cock and balls even wetter and soon Jeff would explode down Sam's mouth. A few times they were "interrupted" by other cast members. As the breaks didn't last that long, there was a frantic quality to the rushed sex several guys would have during the intermission. Once, Jeff let a couple of guys explode up his ass real quick. Unfortunately, his crack was dripping smegma during the second half of the show. Even though some of the women in the audience seemed to notice, it didn't seem to affect their pleasure - in fact it would increase it! Jeff remembered getting really great tips that night when his ass was oozing hot juicy cum. Plus the splattered drops on his ass seemed to glow under the lights. The following night he was even more brazen! He had 4 guys masturbate on his chest - he went out on stage with their sticky jism all over him. He was rubbing cream into him and licking his fingers. The women went wild! Although Sam was nervous he'd get shut down, he enjoyed the huge crowds and the great sex afterwards. Jeff was an insatiable man eating stud! Jeff loved Sam's cock anywhere - up his ass, down his throat, in his armpits, it was wonderful. Life couldn't be better. Sam was starting to throw caution to the wind - Jeff was becoming a huge attraction! Jeff was now managing to "lose" his g-string every night to some woman who would peel it off of him - the snaps on each side made it easier. His cock would now be glistening and shining in the light - the guys would sometimes do an "exotic" type of dance together wherein their hips and buttocks would move and touch each other. Jeff was now allowing his rigid cock to explode its hot cum in front of the women - although they thought it was for them, it was usually met for their dance partners. One night, Jeff got so out of control with desire that he actually began butt-fucking a partner. Sam thought he would die, but the women went wilder when the two of them shot their loads. After the show, Sam nearly went ballistic - both with desire and fear! "You're gonna get me shut down man! Be careful!" he was yelling, while quickly rubbing Jeff's rigid cock. "Don't worry about being shut down. I've got it covered." Just then two cops walked in. Sam at first was terrified. But when they started stripping down to their hairy buff bodies with huge 8" cocks, he was suddenly ecstatic. The cops were built and were very horny studs who took an immediate desire for Sam. "I think we better check out this dude," said Carl the lieutenant. He had dark wavy hair and a mustache. "You think he has anything concealed?" There was a playful grin on his face so any fears Sam might have had were gone. "Why don't you check?" said Sam. I think you need to frisk me real good. Carl started "frisking" Sam with his large hands. "I think we better do a strip search." Carl started peeling off Sam's clothes. He was feeling him all over as he checked him out. "Don't find anything." "Did you check every place" Ron said. He was now stark naked with his boner pointed towards the ceiling. "Why don't you bend over." Sam obeyed the orders and bent over, his bare naked ass pointing towards Ron's rigid prick. "Let me check in here." First two fingers went up, then three. "Don't feel anything. Let me get a better look." He knelt over and started licking out Sam's eager asshole. "Looks like it needs something up there. Like a big fat 8" cock." Soon Ron's rigid cock was pumping Sam's butt. Sam was now hunched over and sucking on Carl's cock. Jeff came over and Sam started squeezing Jeff's smooth nuts and rigid asshole. It all felt so good for all of them! Just then 4 of the guys from the show walked in on the foursome - it didn't take long for them to get their clothes off and join in the sexual melee. There was ass-licking, ass-fucking, cock-sucking, and a general good fucking time going on. Ron and Carl, the cops, were having an especially good time. It was a good couple of months since they had a good group of guys together like that.. They hadn't had such a good time since they caught a few guys down at the train station soliciting! Although Ron and Carl were about 10 years apart, they both had burly hair chests, dark wavy hair, and big fat cocks. Plus their legs were nice and hairy and muscular - you could see they both worked out a lot. They were workout buddies who managed to exercise every muscle on their body. They were a pair who enjoyed group sex - at least six people were their preference. Carl's legs were spread far apart while all the other guys took turns butt fucking them. Carl was in ecstasy having his ass jammed - it had been so long. He was shocked when his own nephew was one of the dancers. He was so damned horny he really didn't give a shit and shoved his rigid members up Vic's stretched out asshole. "Oooh, man, you're almost as good as your own son!" "Whaddya mean, my son?" he half-exclaimed. "It was Scott who got me into this routine - I needed some bucks to finish college so this is what I've been doing. In fact, Scott is supposed to pick me up in 10 minutes!" Just then Scott showed up at the door. At first he was surprised to see his father fucking his cousin, but what the hell, he stripped off his clothes and was soon fucking the crowd. Of course, he made sure he got his father first. "Well, Officer, I see you are anything but a gentleman" he growled in his ear as he began butt-fucking him. "Man, you're nice and tight. I like a nice tight asshole on my men. Let me fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" And Scott was giving his father the fucking of a lifetime. His cock was jammed up their real tight - it was a huge thick piece of meat that penetrated real hard. The fucking and sucking went on for nearly an hour before they all spent their loads down each other's mouths, assholes, or all over each other. It was a sticky mess! Sam collapsed on Jeff. "This was great, guys" Sam told the group. "I hope we can do this again." "Probably in a couple of days" Carl replied. "I know a few other cops from a few towns over who'll have a great time working as bouncers for you. They'll give you all the protection you need for some of this incredible sex." "That sounds wonderful" Sam replied. So Sam and his "group" were covered. Not only was Jeff having a great time, he was looking better than ever! Sam made sure his guys exercised, ate right, drank very little and had them actually living "clean" lives. And it paid off handsomely for all of them. They made good money and Sam made sure they got some "profit sharing" which definitely inspired them to show up every night. Of course, they had time off during finals and school break, but he had a large enough "corral" to get him through those times of the year. Jeff was pocketing tons of cash - he knew that soon he would be able to start his own business and would be able to live the type of life he always wanted. Although the "white picket fence" wasn't in his agenda, he did want to share it with the right person. As much as he was having fun getting laid and fucked every night, he wanted more. Little did he realize he was about to get more than what he bargained for. It seems that the Rev. got pardoned mighty quickly - it seems his blow jobs with the parole board paid off for him (they had all seen the flick and decided to get their rods greased for a "pay-off") a year later. The Rev. wasn't too happy about things - he had lost his fortune and respectability. He soon sauntered into the city where Jeff was appearing. He was surprised when he saw Jeff's picture on the poster outside the club. He was going to get even. As this was a "ladies" club, he knew he couldn't just walk in - he pretended one night to be picking up his "daughter" who was there for her girl friend's "bachelor" party. He got in and soon saw Jeff on stage. He nearly gasped seeing him in that skimpy g-string. He looked even better than ever! He felt his cock getting rigid as anything. He knew before he did anything he had to have his tight little ass again. The Rev. was quickly back stage - he forced himself through the crowd. Jeff suddenly went pale when he saw the Rev. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "About to even the score, you little shit!" he exclaimed. He pulled down his pants and soon was butt-fucking Jeff in what he thought was his "private" dressing room. He didn't realize that the rest of the guys were nearby and came in when they heard Jeff's panicked screams. What the Rev. thought would be a little action turned into a pretty sordid mess as they all started to restrain the Rev. At first they thought this was a little act of Jeff's as he had expressed a desire for something kinky like a "rape scene." The panicked screams from Jeff were too real for Scott's ears. Scott knew something was amiss. Although he was only 23, he was mature beyond his years. "I think that guy was trying to hurt you." "He was. I sent him to jail for what I thought would've been a lifetime." The Rev. replied "Well, I got out so you better watch out you little shit." Scott suddenly recognized the Rev. "I know who you are!" That creep who just got out of jail. "Jeff, what's going on with this guy here?" "Well, that video that was partially shown on TV - that was me who seduced him and dropped it off at the TV station. I don't know what to do now." Jeff actually looked frightened and scared. He started shaking. Scott came over and gently held him. "It's okay. Don't worry. Let's think of something." The two cops were now holding down the Rev. "Could this guy be arrested or something? I think our poor Jeff was viciously assaulted. Everyone knows he's an obsessed fanatic out to get some action." Luckily, the cops were still dressed at this time (they would've peeled off their clothes in about a moment if it weren't for Scott's hand signals). "I'm sure this man could be arrested for illegal entry, assault, rape, and a few other charges. I think he'll end up behind bars this time for at least 50 years and that's with a plea bargain. Otherwise, he'd have life imprisonment without parole. We're taking sex assault cases pretty strong around here now. Come on bud, we're taking you in. Plus there's a video tape of you assaulting this young man. This guy is trying to just make some money to take care of his sick sister." Again, the Rev. was on the news that night - he was safely behind bars plus there was an "expose" about his escapades with the parole board. Epilogue: Jeff had made considerable amounts of money for the 6 months he was doing his "act." He was able to more than make a down payment on a new business - he bought an existing one which was actually thriving. He was doing good at it and made it even more successful. Scott finished grad school and was working as a true "partner" in the business where he was the operations manager. Plus, Jeff had finally found that "special" someone to share his life with. Scott was a hard working individual who knew the meaning of diligence and perseverance. Together, they began a good life together. For a little variety, they would always invite some of the "grads" from the club where they danced together. by creativecat@hotmail.com