The life of Matthew, a devoted Christian man, is turned upside down when he finds out that his own step-son engages in homosexual deviant activities! The poor Jacob is addicted to cocks. Now, Matthew has to find a way to save his step-son as well as his family's reputation! No matter the cost.
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.
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FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Chapter 1: For the love of cocks
Lord, I am a sinner. I must confess.
Although this will not justify any of my actions, I think I should explain how I ended up doing the devious things I will describe later on in this story. I am no longer hoping for salvation, but maybe, for some sort of understanding.
Certainly, I had played with fire when I married a woman who had once belonged to another man. I should have found myself a pure virgin woman, things would have been much easier, but Mary was a widow. She had lost her husband so young.
Her twins needed a male figure to look up to while growing up! I was doing the right thing marrying her. Or so I thought.
During their early years, the two boys had to grow up without a father. Looking back at it, I am sure that the absence of an authority figure has played a big part in the filthy behaviours the twins would showcase later on.
But back then, marrying Mary could not have been a mistake! She was such a fervent Christian woman. I promise, I was convinced that I was doing the Lord's work, recreating a family for her. She was not a divorced woman after all. The Church allowed her to remarry. Aaron and Jacob were such good kids as well.
What did I miss?
Sure, we had some issued with Aaron. That day Mary caught him with one of the neighbours' girl, I thought she was going to have an stroke. Aaron was 18 but we had no idea that he was dating someone.
Mary was so afraid of what the other parents would think! We had a good reputation to maintain in our neighbourhood.
Aaron had always been the little trouble maker. I found a cigarette in his bedroom when he was fifteen, he was late every Sunday's morning while we were all ready for church... Lately, Mary had given up on the idea that his son would wait until marriage to lose his virginity but she had asked him to wait at least until he would leave the house and would be committed in a serious relationship.
But the kid could not fight his cravings for beautiful young women! His level of testosterone influenced him way more than the words of God at that age. We did try, as much as we could, to get him on the right path.
Aaron and his twin brother would be going off for college soon, there, only God would judge them (and not the entire Christian community of our little town).
"Matthew, I am telling you, if some of these girls end up... oh, I cannot even say it."
"Pregnant?" I asked, provoking Mary with a small grin.
I tried to make light of certain situation sometimes, to calm my wife's nerves. I think this is part of my husband's job. However, that day, she did not want any of it.
"Don't even joke about that!"
"What do you want us to do? Should we really advise him to use contraception methods?"
"Of course, not! We cannot encourage this behaviour by handing him condoms. I just wish the Good Lord would be merciful and help him control his urges!"
"I can try to talk with him again, I was a teenager once."
"I feel like we have tried everything. Where did we fail, Matthew?"
I took her in my arms. I reassured her. Aaron was still a great kid.
What really helped was the part where I mentioned that the problem was coming from the neighbour's girl. She had been caught with another boy earlier that same year. She was the one to blame, tempting a horny teenager.
Eve had been the one who could not resist the apple, Adam was just there to suffer the consequences. In short Bible terms: the woman was always responsible.
Mary thought that I was right and she relaxed a bit. Luckily, if anyone found out about Aaron and Maryssa hooking up, the girl would surely take most of the heat.
And Aaron was not that young anymore, we could not control his faith or his way of life, although, as long as the twin boys were living under our roof, any of their action would directly reflect on us and we had all rights to establish our own rules.
In the end, Mary just prayed for his boy, asking God to show him the right way.
Maybe she should have used some of her prayers on the other twin, but she had no idea that he needed them way more. Jacob was such an angel, surely in the eyes of his mother, but in the eyes of the whole community as well.
Top of his class, star of his highschool swimming team (while his twin brother was quarterback in the football team), but always humble, polite, and helpful. He was mowing the lawns of the older women in our street without asking anything in return, he was working at the church on most Sundays, he was always taking pride in his faith even when it meant arguing with his schoolmates.
I met Mary when the boys were only 8 and in the ten years that followed, I never once had to worry about Jacob.
That was until that fateful day of March.
I was able to get off work early that day. I am working a boring office job at a factory which makes heavy industrial freezers for restaurants and hotels. Yes, those have to be manufactured somewhere.
Before I got the job, a girl was doing it but she had had enough of the 100% masculine energy there. We were a little less than forty on site but we were all men: the boss, Mr. Johnson, three guys working in the offices, myself included, and about thirty factory workers, most of them young guys who could not afford to go to college, or who had dropped out.
This guy, Martin, for example: he thought it was a good idea to drop out college and try his luck on some reality tv-shows in Los Angeles. He participated in a ludicrous show -- borderline pornographic if you want my opinion -- only to end-up hiding here in the countryside, going back to work in a factory.
You do not stay many years in a job so demanding, the boys are breaking their backs holding those huge pieces of metal. Thankfully, most of them have broad shoulders but still, I was better off isolated in my sad grey office, especially as I was not very comfortable with the locker-room type of banters and the calendars of naked girls displayed pretty much everywhere-else on site.
Anyway, because of a delay in one of the deliveries, most guys had been sent home and the boss eventually told me I could leave before my usual 6pm. I thought I would come back straight home but I then saw this as an opportunity to surprise Jacob. The day before, he had ranked top of his class in a math competition between several schools of our district.
It was a Thursday and he was normally finishing up his swimming practice at around 5:30. Jacob usually was going to school and returning home riding his bike, as Mary was busy at the hospital (she works as a nurse) and I was at the factory.
My trunk was large enough to put his bike in so I thought I would save him the trip and bring him to a nice ice-cream place we both loved.
Proud of my plan to reward our little angel, I parked in front of the swimming pool facilities near the school. I was surprised that there was basically no other car there and it was not even 5:30 yet. Maybe they had finished early that day? Jacob was still there though; I saw his yellow bike.
If only I had not seen it, maybe I would have driven back home. My life would be so different now!
But I did see the bike and I went into the facilities. Everything was opened, the lights were on, but the building seemed empty. Was he finishing changing in the locker-room?
Jacob was in the locker-room indeed. But he was not changing.
When I opened the door, my heart fell in my stomach, the floor disappeared below my feet. I had never experienced such a shock in my life. My sweet angel, Jacob, was naked, on his knees, in front of Coach Hamilton.
I did not even realize what he was doing at first. My brain could not fathom what was going on! But then, there was no doubt.
The big hard throbbing cock of the Coach was being pulled away from Jacob's wide opened mouth. Not even in pictures or in videos, I had seen such a devious thing!
Coach Hamilton caught me looking as he was getting his dripping cock out of my boy's throat. His eyes widened in panic.
I had to put my hands against the wall beside me not to fall down.
The Coach took several steps back and tripped over a bench, his still hard dick bouncing up in the air. That was when Jacob turned around. Oh damn, his mouth was drooling with a white substance, whatever it might have been.
