Good Christian - Chapter 08

GOOD CHRISTIAN

Chapter 8: Late night Prayer

“Harry, if you want to go for it, then go for it. Open my zipper and take out my freaking cock. Then you'll really feel it and I’ll actually feel good!”

“Wait a minute. He actually said that? In the car as you were leaving church?”

“He freaking did!”

It was Monday morning, and I was telling Javier all about the crazy weekend I had spent with the Holmes.

I did things right. I started with how I had found Christian mowing the lawn shirtless on Friday afternoon, and how it had led me to drawing him a bath and watching him strip down in front of me.

I continued with the story of Christian busting his load on the bathroom door while Grace was right downstairs.

“Crazy!” Javier reacted.

Then I told him how Christian had purposely gone skinny-dipping in the pool for me to ogle on Saturday afternoon, and how we had enjoyed the sun together.

And now, I was retelling the events that had occurred on Sunday. By this point, Javier was hooked.

He had not seen his girlfriend in a month, and he was utterly bored with the non-existent sex life of the dorks sharing his dorm room.

Doing freaky stuff with a married man twice my age? That was entertaining!

“And then what?” He asked, eager to know more.

“What do you think? I did exactly as he said. I pulled out his cock out of his pants and jerked him off.”

“Man, you're definitely going to Hell for that!”

I chuckled.

“I think that my fate was sealed on that front when I met Brett a couple of years ago. God would never forgive me for what I did with him.” I joked.

“Whatever, so, how was it? In the car?”

As I have mentioned before in this story, Javier was oddly adamant about knowing all the details of my sex life.

Again, I do not think he was bisexual or anything; he was just genuinely curious.

The idea of two men having sex was crazy to him. He mostly wondered about the logistics.

It was funny at times. On other occasions, it was just disconcerting.

Early on in our friendship, I had to explain to him that no, there was not one party “being the woman” and the other “being the man” when two guys had sex.

Even if one person was the top and the other was the bottom, it is widely different from a straight relationship. In my view, it makes zero sense to compare.

But I digress.

I told Javier that it was insane to jerk Christian off while he was driving, especially as we got closer to our neighborhood, but I suppose I can share more juicy details with you, my reader.

I can tell you how hot and slippery his cock was, how thick his veins felt under my fingers, and how I was leaking precum in my own pants all throughout.

Getting to feel his cock bare for the first time was insane!

It was just a hand job, but for some reason—maybe because it was taboo, maybe because we were in a moving vehicle, or maybe because Christian was just so damn sexy—it was one of the most arousing moments of my life.

He was very vocal, too, so fucking filthy when he talked to me!

“That's it… Now we're talking, Harry… Come on, don't be shy… Stroke it good… Up and down… Like this… Feel everything… Hmm.”

“You like it like that, Christian?”

He looked away from the road for a second, glanced down, and spat on his dick.

He spat more on my fingers than on his cockhead, but that gave me enough lube to keep stroking him.

Have I mentioned how girthy his tool was? It was so satisfying to fist and to handle.

“Get my balls out, too. I want you to feel them up. They’re fucking full.”

I hastily obliged and I had to agree as I cupped them.

“They're massive.” I breathed.

“Fuck yeah, they are. Full of good, creamy milk. You like that, eh? A real man’s milk?”

“I do… I really do…”

“Atta boy! You can use two hands, you know.”

“Sure, you're the boss.”

He smiled as I said that.

My mind was reeling.

“Bigger than a gear lever, right?” Christian teased me.

For sure, it was. It looked much tastier too!

I could use two hands, or I could help myself with something else, I thought. My mouth was dry.

I brought my left hand down to join with my right on his dick and started leaning down.

I needed to feel that slippery tip on my tongue. It was right there, throbbing and pulsing, begging to be sucked.

“Hey! What do you think you're doing?”

Christian hit the brakes too hard at a red light, and I almost hit my head against the car dashboard.

“I… I was just…”

“You can't lean down like that!”

“I thought you'd like…”

“What? For you to suck my fat, dripping cock? Of course, I’d love your juicy lips wrapped around my bone, but she’s right behind!”

“Huh?”

“Grace! Her car is right behind us. She’s been following us since we left church.”

Shit! I was dumb.

I did tell Javier about that part, and he practically exploded when I mentioned it.

“No way!”

“Believe me, she was right there. I saw her in the car mirror.”

“Of course she was, you were all coming back home together! You hadn't thought of that?!”

“I wasn't really thinking straight in the moment.”

“You bet. You were thinking so, so gay! And not with your brain!”

“Anyway, I started freaking out—like, this made things so much worse.”

“Do you think she could see anything else?”

“Christian assured me that she couldn't, and he was probably right. It would be impossible to tell with a hand-job, but if I was to go down on him, that’s something you could see going on in a car in front of you.”

“Dang, that's hilarious.”

“Hilarious? Javier, it was just fucking mad!”

“And what happened next?”

You should have seen Javier’s eyes; he was so excited. I was making his day sharing this dirty tale.

“Well, I kept stroking him because obviously, I couldn't suck his dick. Granted, it was still very cool.”

“Did he finish in the car?”

I chuckled.

“He did. In the driveway of his house. Grace was getting out of her car when he came on my hands. That was fun until it became downright scary and embarrassing.”

Javier was laughing his ass off.

“This could only happen to you, bro! What the hell did you do with the cum?”

“I… I just wiped it off with some tissues from the car.”

That was a lie.

There were some things I would not share, even with my best buddy.

You see, there were not any tissues in the car, and even if there had been, I would not have used them.

Christian had another plan. And he started laying out to me while I was still pumping his meat on the road.

“We’ll be home soon… Grace will be watching us…”

“Should we do this another time?”

“Oh, no, Harry. You tease me like that—you get me all horned-up—you don’t get to stop until I’m done.”

“I… I don’t want to stop.”

“Good, you’re gonna milk that spunk out of me, young man, and then, you’ll just swallow everything to hide the evidence.”

Obviously, I agreed.

I could feel beads of sweat forming on the back of my neck as I was furiously stroking his cock with my two hands.

There was so much wet meat now, his dick was spurting precum all over.

“You’re close?”

“I am.”

We were entering the street where the Holmes family lived.

“You gonna cum for me?” I muttered, overwhelmed and horny.

My own dick ached in my pants. I never pulled it out, though.

“I am… Fuck… It’s coming… Hmmm… Try to catch it.”

“What? Catch it?”

And there it was, the holy cum, flying and dripping everywhere, thankfully, mostly on my fingers which were all over that dick and shiny cockhead.

“Wow… Fuck… That feels good.” He moaned.

Christian was a skilled driver; he could easily park his car while erupting in my hands.

Who ever said men could not multi-task?!

“It’s so warm… So creamy…” I told him, in awe.

He grinned at me, his mustache quivering.

“Lick it off. Swallow everything.” He commanded.

“Grace is here…right here…”

I was losing my shit.

“Yes, Harry, precisely. Shove those filthy fingers in your mouth and clean them off before she notices anything!”

I nodded.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grace getting out of her car.

To be discreet, I turned the other way, brought my fingers to my mouth, and sucked on them.

Damn. As I expected, his spunk was even tastier when eaten fresh out of his balls.

Christian was already getting out.

I feared there might be suspicious stains on his pants, but I supposed he would have been careful when pulling his deflating cock back in.

In any event, Grace did not seem to notice anything.

The only reason she acted weirdly around me afterwards was because of the bizarre interaction we had had at the church.

I was still mad at her about that, but since I had just swallowed her husband’s semen, I decided to be the bigger person and take the first step.

Later that afternoon I went to talk to Grace while she was rearranging her cupboards. An activity she seemed obsessed with.

What a dull life that woman was living.

“Hey, Grace. May I talk with you?”

Rest assured, I brushed my teeth beforehand so she would not smell Christian's sperm on my breath.

I had also stroked myself in my room as soon as we came back—and jizzed profusely—to get rid of my own erection.

“Oh, Harry. Of course. We can talk.”

“I just wanted to say that I don't want things to be awkward between us, I mean, after what happened at church. I know this is your world, and it's very important to you that Father Sinnal and the others respect you.”

“That's quite all right, dear. I was actually glad to see you there this morning. It’s great that you’re taking an interest in God.”

As if!

I wanted to clear the air and break the tension, but I was not going to apologize either.

If anything, I was still hoping she would apologize for talking about me and my sexual orientation to a freaking priest.

“Well, in any case, I hope that we're good.” I told her, staying neutral.

“I appreciate you coming here to discuss it, and I hope that, despite everything, you enjoyed Mass and might even want to come back.”

“I'll think about it.”

Believe me, if I did not love her husband's cock that much, I would not have been so cool to her.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and Christian acted casually when we ran into each other in the house.

“And this morning?” Javier asked me as I finished with my story.

“Nothing. Which, when I think about it, is a bit weird. Usually, he's waiting for me in the living room when I wake up.”

“Waiting for you? To do what?”

“Nothing. He’s just there in his bathrobe, teasing me. But he was still in bed when I left today.”

“Do you think he feels guilty?”

“Maybe. It's hard to know what's going on in his head…”

“Those Christian nutjobs are the worst. Honestly, I’m pretty sure they spend their entire lives feeling guilty and bad about themselves, which makes them bitter and petty toward the rest of the world.”

“Okay, hold on. They’re still letting me stay in their home.”

For some reason, I still felt the need to defend the Holmes.

I mean, Christian was a freak, and Grace was not that pure, but I was definitely in the wrong as well.

“They're letting you stay just because they think it'll help them get to heaven. I’d have much more respect for someone who tries to do the right thing because he cares about others and believes in being a good person, not in the hope of stupid salvation, eternal glory or happiness or whatever.”

“I think everyone is flawed, and we’re all trying to make sense of our lives and do our best. I don’t believe in this whole Heaven or Hell thing either, but sometimes people just need something to rely on.”

Javier was suddenly perplexed.

“Hold on. How did we go from talking about you giving a hand-job to having a philosophical debate?”

“I don’t know, Javier. You’re probably the real nutjob here.”

We laughed it off and joined our classmates for lunch.

One of our friends, Peter, told me that a guy was checking me out, but I could not have cared less.

I had pretty much lost all interest in the boys on campus.

Before you say anything—I know this was not healthy, but I simply could not wait to find out what Christian had planned for me at home.

Would we go further than the hand-job? Would there be another load busted on a door?

Unfortunately, when I returned home after class, Christian and Grace had left for dinner, and I did not see them the next morning either.

It bothered me, but I did not want to think too much about it.

However, when Christian was still nowhere to be seen on Wednesday, I started to wonder if he were, in fact, feeling guilty.

Although we were still living in the same house, he seemed to be avoiding me. Christian used to knock on my door all the time, but suddenly, he stopped.

We saw each other inside the house, but he did not give me anything. Not a wink, not a cheeky smile, not even a glance at his abs or bushy armpits.

Even more telling, there was no more used underwear left on the bathroom floor!

Talk about a letdown.

It stung, and I hated that it affected me. It was just what Christian did, I should have known better. He was hot and cold. He would give me crumbs to keep me interested, but then he would ignore me.

What did I expect anyway?

The man was married.

I knew he did not really care about me. And who was I kidding? I had zero intention of doing anything serious with him either.

So, what the fuck did I want?

I suppose I simply missed our games. The thrill, and the taboo of it all.

I was getting ready to move on, but as always, just as I started to ignore him back, he hooked me right back in.

I came back from class on Thursday and grabbed a snack in the kitchen. He was there, in his usual clingy tank-top, all biceps and armpits out, while Grace was upstairs.

“How are you, Harry?” He asked.

I was not sure how I was going to play this one.

“I’m fine.”

“Is class going well?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Come on, Christian. There's no need to pretend that you're interested in my college life.”

“Where is this attitude coming from all of the sudden?”

“Forget it. Class is going well.”

He smiled patiently.

“You can drop the stern face. I actually wanted to propose something to you.”

“No need to beat around the bush. Just get to the point.”

“Fine. You may have noticed that sometimes, I like to stay up later than Grace in the evening. I read the Bible and pray for the American soldiers who are still deployed.”

“Shouldn't you be praying for peace? Wouldn't that be more efficient?”

“Don’t be sassy.”

“Don't be a dick.”

I was pretty surprised by my own comeback on that one, and we both chuckled.

It was not that serious and we both knew we were playing.

“As I was saying, I stay in the living room quite late at night. If you were to come down here, let’s say, around midnight, I bet we could spend some… hm… quality time together.”

“You mean, praying?”

He grinned.

“Sure. We could pray for world peace, just like you want. You’d have to get down on your knees for sure.”

These last words sent shivers in my spine.

“Midnight?” I asked him for confirmation.

“Yes. Sharp.”

“Okay, I might be there.”

I do not think I was fooling him since I bet, he knew I would show up.

Still, it would be more fun if he had just the slightest doubt!

Well, as you can probably guess, I spent the next seven hours counting the minutes until midnight and trying to control my raging hard-on.

I surprised myself, pacing in my room and not being able to think about anything else.

He really played it smart by flaunting his arms like that. He was good, he knew my weaknesses.

Although, in all fairness, his mere existence was my biggest weakness.

The hours passed slowly but the evening eventually came.

First, I heard Grace shower, and then it was Christian’s turn.

I waited patiently in my teddy-bear pajamas.

I thought I heard Grace go to bed, but I could not be sure, and it was still only 10:45.

I was eager, but I could not be reckless. In fact, I planned to arrive just a few minutes late, if only to keep Christian guessing.

At 11:55 p.m., I took off my pajamas and put on a pair of tight boxer briefs. They were white, and quite revealing.

If I were to stumble upon Grace in the hallway, she could not really fault me for wearing them to sleep or wandering around the house in them while everyone else was supposed to be sleeping.

By midnight, my palms were sweaty, and my cock was swollen under my briefs.

I stayed put.

How long could I make him wait before he’d think I was not coming?

Was he actually waiting for me?

Maybe I was in for another big letdown.

00:03.

Okay, it was time to find out.

I walked down the stairs, trying to be very discreet. I did not turn on the lights, instead using my phone to see where I was going.

With all the crosses and portraits of Jesus, the place gave me the creeps in the dark like this.

But it was worth it, because in the living room, Christian was right there, sitting in his usual armchair, the bible in his hands and the bathrobe loosely opened, revealing his muscular hairy chest and a lot of his thighs.

Yummy.

He looked up at me and he smiled.

“You came.” He whispered.

“Yes… You knew that I would.”

“I did.”

He put his bible aside and spread his legs.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

“So… Why did you make me come here?”

“Just like we said earlier, for you to get on your knees.”

I did.

Immediately, I got down on my knees and stared up at him.

With another cheeky smile, he opened up his bathrobe. Fully. Underneath it, he revealed an already dripping, hard cock.

I gasped.

The sight was wonderful.

“Christian…”

“Shh… No need to talk, just come here and suck my big dick. It’s been waiting for you.”