Fred loved Sundays, the Sabbath, the day of God, the day he preached to his devoted flock about the evils of living in sin. He loved to stand behind the podium, his voice ringing through the sanctuary, the congregation listening in reverence and awe, his words backed by the Holy Ghost and God himself. It was a spiritual time for him.
This Sunday however was different, better. The night before they protested a LGBT meeting at the local community college and had gotten spectacular results when the meeting had broken up prematurely due to those dirty sinners’ fear of God. It had been wonderful to see them walk the gauntlet of righteous believers, their heads bowed in shame. He’d popped a hell of a boner that would’ve normally taken a couple of Viagra to achieve.
Now, his parish sat before him, glowing with the pride of a job well done. He’d have to have them flog themselves for the committing of that deadly sin, but he’d let them enjoy it for now.
The pews were still filling up, and he waited patiently as everyone settled in, ready to deliver a hell of a sermon. He felt great this morning, like nothing in the world could stop him, as if all of Heaven were watching over him. Of course, that feeling could have something to do with what he did last night after the protest.
After making sure everyone had head home, and that the college was well aware of his and his church’s ire towards them and their support of the LGBT, he had taken a trip down to the local red light district for a little treat for himself. It had taken him a while to locate the young Latino, but that didn't deter him in the least, his raging hard on spurring him on.
Jésus had smiled beatifically upon seeing him approach.
“Freddy,” he said affectionately, his Spanish accent obvious. “I wasn’t expecting you ‘til next Saturday. The usual?”
Fred smiled eagerly.
Fred had driven them to the rundown motel on the outskirts of town, using last Sunday’s donations to pay for the room. Upon entering, Fred had immediately begun to strip, Jésus’ coy smile urging him on. Pulling back the covers on the single bed, he had lain down carefully, favoring his wrinkled and erect cock, before reaching over to the nightstand and opening the lone drawer, pulling out the Bible and opening it to his favorite book as he set it before him.
And then he’d proceeded to be fucked by Jesus, the Word of God spilling from his lips in Holy ecstasy.
“Reverend Phelps?”
With a jolt, Fred came back to the present, focusing on the woman in front of him. “Yes, Ms. Debbie?” he replied gruffly, irritated by the interruption.
“We’re ready now, Reverend,” she said, gesturing to the seated people behind her.
“Oh, of course! Please, have a seat.”
Ms. Debbie smiled agreeably, turning to join her sister in the front pew.
Clearing his throat softly, Fred opened the Bible in front of him, once
again thanking God for the podium to hide his lower body.