This is a short one, with apologies to Giovanni Boccaccio (1313 – 1375).
This gay story might hurt religious feelings.
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The service was just over, and Cody waited in the line of people who
wanted to talk to the famous preacher who had visited their little town.
A group of female teenagers crowded around the handsome man in his
early thirties. They were giggling and chatting excitedly. After waiting
with patience, it was finally Cody’s turn. The preacher addressed him:
‘How can I help you, son?’. ‘My name is Cody, and I have a question
about what you said in your sermon, sir’ ‘You can call me Rusty’,
said the preacher, with a quick look at his watch, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry,
Cody. I’ve got that appointment now. Why don’t you come to my hotel this
Afternoon. At, let’s say 5 pm?’. ‘Sure, I’ll be there!’, Cody replied,
as the preacher anxious away.
‘Come in!’, the preacher shouted through the door, after Cody had knocked
at the door of the room in the town’s only motel. It was stifling hot
in the cramped room. ‘The A/C doesn’t work.’, the preacher explained.
‘So, Cody, you had a question about my sermon?’
‘Yes, is it really true, that the devil is especially after young people?’
‘How old are you, Cody?’
‘Next week is my 18th birthday’
The preacher looked at him: ‘Oh, I’ve taken you for younger. But, yes,
the devil is especially after folks at your age. As consequence of the
original sin, we all carry the devil and hell with us, from the time we
reach maturity.’. Cody stared at him, wide-eyed and fearful. ‘Yes, the
devil!’, the preacher said, with emphasis. ‘Even god-fearing lads like
you and me can feel him risking every now and then.’, he added. ‘When do
you feel him rising, Cody?’
‘This is the devil?’, Cody asked, unvoluntarily looking at his crotch.
‘One of his numerous manifestations, yes, Cody.’, the preacher responded
calmly. ‘Uhm, why does he haunt me when I’m showing with my friends, after
football?’, inquired Cody, his voice slightly trembling. ‘Because he
is envious of your smooth, muscle body, your handsome face, and your
fair hair!’, the preacher explained, touching the boy’s shoulder. ‘And
as a true Christian and Reformed Anabaptist of St Isidore, you must
fight the devil without reluctance!’.
‘But, but, if he starts rising, I can’t stop it! How can I fight the
devil?’, asked Cody with a fearful voice. ‘Send him to hell, Cody!’,
called the preacher. Cody looked blank. ‘Do as I show you', the preacher
demanded and unbuckled the belt of his light cotton trousers. The trousers
slipped to the floor, followed by the preacher’s boxes. With some delay,
Cody did as he was told.
‘Now, look how big and strong the devil is at me. How proud he stands!
How red he is with rage that he can’t get hold of our souls! Watch how
he drives!’, said the preacher. Cody looked with awe at the preacher’s
crotch, feeling haunted by his own devil. ‘How do you send him to hell,
sir?’, he asked in a hoarse whisper. ‘As I’ve told you before, you do not
only have the devil with you, but also hell!’, the preacher declared,
‘If you turn round and knee on that couch with your arms over the
backrest, I’ll show you your hell.’.
The boy did as he was told, sticking out his naked butt. The preacher rose
from his seat and touched Cody’s anus. ‘This is your hell!’, he announced
with grave voice, ‘and now I am sending my devil into your hell!’. With
that, he spat in his hand, lubed up his erect cock and shoved it into the
boy’s ass. Cody flinched and cried: ‘Sir, it hurts!’. ‘There you have it,
Even hell feels pain when its master returns!’, explained the preacher,
Still shoving his cock deeper into the Cody’s butt.
‘See, what a different, treacher, cunning enemy he is!’, the preacher
gasped, vigorously pounding his discipline’s ass. ‘It hurts and tingles!’,
the boy yelled. ‘That’s the fire of hell! It will break his pride
soon!’, explained the preacher. ‘But now my devil starts haunting me!’,
Cody called. The preacher grabbed the boy’s hard boner, not stopping to
hump him. ‘We’ll see to it later’, he groaned.
After spilling his seed, the preacher retracted and told Cody to sit
down again. ‘We have conquered him this time. Now, he looks crumpled
and defeated!’, he announced and lay back into his arm chair. ‘But what
about my devil?’, Cody asked. The preacher looked at the boy’s hard,
pulsating cock. ‘In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with
God, and the Word was God.’, the preacher recalled. ‘So we can fight the
devil not only by sending him to hell, but also by sending him to the
origin of all spoken words.’, he went on.
He made Cody stand in front of him and took the boy’s prick in his mouth.
Cody closed his eyes and moaned: ‘Sir, it’s not working! The devil
rises even stronger!’. The preacher kept sucking, his head moving back
and forth. ‘No, sir! I can feel hell’s fire again!’, the boy called.
The preacher’s head moved faster and faster. The boy moaned, breathing
heavy.
‘He shall suck the poison of asps’, the preacher quoted after spitting
out Cody’s jizz. ‘One more time, we conquered the fiend!’, he proclaimed,
‘Take your shirt off, if you like. It’s really hot in here, without
A/C’. Cody obeyed. ‘Sir..’, he began. ‘Call me Rusty’, said the
preacher. ‘Sir, Rusty, the words thing didn’t work too well on him.
Look, how big he has grown again! I guess, we must send him to your
hell.’, proposed Cody.
The preacher looked shocked as he saw the mighty devil on Cody. ‘Even
hell can’t contain all the evil in the world!’, he told him. ‘But,
Rusty, Sir, didn’t you say in the sermon that hell has a place for
Every sinner, and that there are far more sinners than rightious?’. The
preacher cast, while Cody went on: ‘My devil needs to be sent to hell
so urgently! Please!’.
Although the preacher’s rich experience in taking care of the visits
that haunted young Anabaptists of St Isidore all over the country, Cody’s
devil proved to be quite a challenge. ‘Please Cody, take that tube from
my bag and coat your devil with the substance it contains. We call it
“The Pitch of Revenge” as it is written: “And the streams thereof shall be
turned into pitch, and the dust thereof into brimstone, and the land
thereof shall become burning pitch”‘ — “As you say, sir”, replied
Cody.
‘It’s all slippery now’, Cody giggled, placing his raging devil’s head
at Rusty’s entrance of hell. When he shoved it in, the preacher moaned:
‘Surely thou didst set them in slippery places’, and closed his eyes.
Cody enthusiastically sent his devil deepinto hell, repeating this
act many times to make Satan’s defeat a certainty. After vigorously
fighting the devil for quite some time, he called: ‘He draws on his
last strength!’. The preacher, heavily breathing, fight his own devil
single handedly. ‘Victory is near!’, he cried.
In huge gushes, the preacher’s devil spat drive over the couch. Shortly
After, Cody gasped loudly and collapsed on the preacher’s sweaty back,
retracting his now crumped, jizz and k-jelly dripping member.
Laying side by side on the blotchy couch, they recovered from the
battle. The preacher stroked Cody’s hair, ‘Now you know how to deal
with our mortal enemy. Will you — from now on — fight the devil whenever
he rises?’. The boy nodded, smiling happy.
The devil demonstrated himself many more times that evening. Cody
had become an eager student of the winsome art thepreacher teaches him.
The preacher however, stressed from a long tour across the bible belt
and living off fast food and occasional cup cakes, had finally to arrest
the boy’s fervor.
Do read Boccaccio’s original — available
from *not_secure_link*www.gutenberg.org/text/3726 –, search for NOVEL X.
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