Stretching, filling..
Against his skin..
Blessed are those..
Who are not kin..
In sin we breathe..
In sex we die..
Duct tape his legs..
To the red sky..
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Foolsome flesh allowances..
The pansies raided the pantry of..
Gabardine dreams, promiscuous..
Delight, deny not the flavor..
Custard dreams..
Abusing, musing..
Marmalade flesh..
Naked spread am I..
Brighton Church. The scene of numerous atrocities in the 17th century. The building was once partially burned by an insane man, claiming to have met Satan on the premises. He was mysteriously found dead in the church, his neck broken and tongue ripped out. A young theologist once researched the history of the church, finding that many of its visitors had felt a strange presence once inside the holy walls, their thoughts plagued with evil hallucinations. Many were afraid to come back to such a church, rumors stating that it was haunted by the Devil himself. Ever since the fateful night of September 13th, 1940, when a man spontaneously burst into flames, reasons unknown, the church was scarcely visited. But sometimes, things aren’t always what they seem. Or are they?
Jeff breathed, looking up at the huge wooden doors that were encrested with crosses and carvings of men from Biblical times. He sighed and placed his hand at the door, pushing it open easily. He looked down at his feet. Soft, red carpet absorbed his leather boots, plush and thick under his heels. He gasped in awe as he stepped in the church, the colorful stained glass on the domed ceiling catching his eye. He smiled lightly, quietly strolling into the main section of the cathedral, biting his lip nervously.
Jeff nodded at a few people that were sitting on benches, seemingly engrossed in their prayer. He had never been all that religious, barely having time to visit a church. He had only prayed a few times before, not really finding the inspiration to devote himself to God. Truthfully, he was only here because Matt had asked him to come, for whatever purposes he really didn’t know.
Jeff took a seat in the front row, momentarily resting his head in his hands. Red and purple strands of hair fell down against his curved fingers, brushing against his knuckles as he sighed deeply. The bench beneath him felt hard and cold. He laughed quietly to himself at the irony, running a hand through his hair as he sat back, his emerald eyes resting on the statue in front of him. Jesus.
Jeff frowned. He had never really practiced his religion, his thoughts, his beliefs, and in a way--he felt ashamed to be here. Here amongst the advocate, the devout, the believers. He stared longingly at the statue. The carved expression of pain on Jesus’ face, the assumed look in his lifeless eyes.
Jeff stared, searching for what it all meant. Maybe Jesus was a sinner, maybe he did believe in evil and darkness. For without practicing a form of immorality, how could he really understand how to live without it? Jeff sighed. Who was he to challenge or question what Jesus believed in? Jeff suddenly looked down, gasping as he saw Matt walk in next to a minister.
His brother was dressed in a white silken gown, the sleeves baggy and flowing down his arms. His hair was loose, a beautiful, abundant mass of curls spilling down his back. Matt smirked at Jeff, following behind the older gray-haired man that was dressed in a black and white gown. Matt’s chocolate eyes met his baby brother’s, giving him a smoldering gaze as he walked past. Jeff inhaled sharply as Matt discreetly reached down and squeezed his cock through the velvet material of his pants.
Jeff closed his eyes, shuddering as Matt sauntered past, the sweet, delectable smell of his cologne wafting in his nostrils. He couldn’t deny that Matt looked simply delicious in white silk, the contrast of ivory against his dark features was positively amazing. The fact that he felt so aroused, in well...a place of holy worship...only fueled his deep desire. He closed his eyes briefly, staring up at Matt as the minister began to mumble, his words filled with faith and conviction.
Matt nodded down at the man, putting on a good front of actually listening to what he was preaching. In all honesty, all he wanted to do was learn about the religious practices so he could stray from them. He was a sinner. He had evil thoughts of seduction and sexual acts, and even though he was wearing white, he felt dirtier than ever. A mischievous grin set in on his face, making him seem only more handsome. Perhaps evil really is beauty..
Jeff stared at him intently, watching as Matt opened his mouth wide, never breaking eye contact with him. The priest slid a thin, pasty cracker on Matt’s tongue, touching his forehead, the middle of his chest, then his left shoulder before his right. Matt let his tongue lap at the thin wafer before slipping it back into his mouth, swallowing the holy bread as his chocolate eyes remained locked on his little brother’s.
Matt licked the crumbs from his fingers, nearly swallowing his index finger as he slowly rose to the end, swirling his tongue against his nail before giving his fingertip a tiny nibble. Jeff shivered, the pure sight sending tiny bolt of electricity throughout his body. His cock was already starting to stiffen, pushing slightly at the metal zipper. Matt just smiled, sensing Jeff’s provocation as his brother squirmed in his seat, watching as Jeff placed his free hand over the growing bulge in his pants.
Jeff guiltily glanced up at the statue of Jesus once more, nervously chewing on his bottom lip as Matt smirked at him knowingly. The priest seemed to continue on, not even noticing the interaction between the two brothers. He carefully handed Matt a heavy golden cup filled with holy wine, representing the blood of Christ. Matt stared devilishly into the clear blue eyes of the priest, his eyes flicking back to Jeff’s heated gaze as he slowly drank the rich, crimson liquid.
With his fingers wrapped around the stem of the cup, his gaze got even more intense as he suggestively raked his nails against the metal, stroking it lightly with two fingers. His adam's apple slowly rose and fell as he swallowed the wine, staring at Jeff as he purposely let some of the holy liquor run down his chin. The dark crimson liquid was quickly licked away by Matt’s pierced tongue, the silver spiked stud glinting as his smirk got darker.
“Drink up, my son..”, the priest gently admonished, watching as Matt slowly gulped down the whole cup. Barely breaking his deep eye contact with Jeff, he laughed softly.
“I always swallow, Father.”, he winked at Jeff for a moment, sliding the tip of his tongue over the top row of his teeth, which were stained a light pink. Jeff blinked, taking in the whole sight with shaky hands. How wrong was it to want to fuck your own brother in the middle of an aisle at church? Pretty wrong, he guessed. But suddenly he didn’t care.
Jeff absently rubbed at the crotch of his pants, squirming a bit as he tried to move his hips up to his hand. He bit back a soft moan, his body aching to be touched and possessed. By God? No. By Satan? Possibly. The more he looked at Matt, the more he wanted to shove his cock down his brother’s throat. Jeff grinned amusingly, arching a slim eyebrow as his brother’s eyes diverted down to his huge erection. He watched as Matt hugged the priest, flashing Jeff one last look before strolling down the middle of the walkway.
Jeff’s eyes followed Matt all the way back to some sort of booth, where he locked the other side before slipping into the small room. Jeff trembled with expectation, heaving a deep sigh as he saw a bit of light peek from behind the door. Matt had purposely left it slightly ajar, obviously inviting Jeff to join him.
Jeff nearly stumbled out of his seat, his eyes reverting back to the statue one last time before striding down the aisle to the small cubicle, anxiously glancing around the church before sliding into the room.
Matt was sitting in the velvet-upholstered chair, moaning quietly as he teasingly stroked himself, panting heatedly as he gently squeezed his cock. Jeff sucked in a gasp of breath, gnawing at his plump lip as he watched his brother’s hand slip up and down on his cock, Matt’s needy whimpers and groans ringing in his ears. Matt licked his lips, slowly opening his eyes to smirk at his younger brother. Matt shuddered deeply and wantonly spread his legs, sighing out in pleasure.
“You wanna fuck me, Jeff? Hmm?”, Matt stared at his brother, his fingers sticky with his own arousal. Jeff closed his eyes and nodded, flickering them open when he heard a louder moan come from Matt’s mouth. His brother had sunk two fingers inside of himself, the slick sounds of his self-stimulation making Jeff dizzy and faint. Jeff felt his heart thump in his chest as he watched Matt’s hips undulate against his hand, his beautiful, thick cock twitching against his navel. For some reason, Matt had opted to keep his gown on. It was bunched up against his chest, the silky material rubbing against the tip of his cock.
Jeff reached up to tenderly touch the choker on his neck, gently running his fingers over the outline of the cross. Matt wore one too, his bouncing against his neck as he fingered himself roughly. Somehow, Matt got off on knowing that they were gonna fuck in a confessional booth. The place where you could openly admit your sins, not create new ones. But that’s what intrigued Matt the most. Jesus preached freedom, but what freedom did his followers really have? Thou shall not commit adultery. Why not? Was it bad to enthrall yourself in passion?
Matt jerked his fingers harder, incensed by his thoughts. He threw his head back and moaned, working his fingers faster and faster. Jeff quivered at the spectacle, dropping to his knees as he leaned in to close his mouth Matt’s length. Matt shuddered and wetly slid his fingers out of himself, shaking his head at his little brother.
“I want to suck your cock.”, Matt sighed out, offering his slick fingers to Jeff, watching in satisfaction as Jeff licked his hand clean, moaning against his fingers.
Matt stared down into his brother’s gleaming eyes, gently reaching out to touch the side of Jeff’s face. He kneeled down next to Jeff, pressing his sweaty forehead against his baby brother’s as he snaked his tongue out to trace the outline of Jeff’s lips. Jeff gasped at the sensation of Matt’s tongue piercing licking at his lips, lightly parting his lips to allow Matt the benefit of kissing him deeply. Their tongues danced for a brief moment, Jeff barely breaking the kiss to squeeze Matt’s cock through the silk garment.
Matt just moaned, letting his hands caress every inch of Jeff’s body before becoming impatient and tearing at his clothes. Jeff reluctantly pulled away to allow Matt to remove his clothes, catching Matt’s seductive gaze as his brother slipped his pants from his body. Matt marveled at how beautiful Jeff really was, taking the time to entwine his fingers with his little brother’s before snatching off his shirt. Jeff’s body was an exquisite work of art, perfectly muscled and toned, with just the right balance of femininity and masculinity.
Matt smiled subconsciously as Jeff stood up to plop down in the chair, his legs spread wide. Matt just gasped, Jeff’s erection was really quite gorgeous, to say the least. A neatly shaven labyrinth of hair rested at the base of his cock, leading up to his long, thick shaft. Jeff moaned as Matt eyed his cock hungrily, the brunette licked his lips as he crawled his way over between Jeff’s thighs.
Jeff gasped in amazement as Matt immediately swallowed his cock, deep-throating it in the first shot. Jeff groaned in delight as Matt hollowed out his cheeks, the spike on his tongue running along the rigid underside of his length. Jeff let out a tiny shriek as the sharp stud lightly pierced, waves of pleasure wracking his body as he felt Matt gently dragging his tongue against his throbbing cock.
Matt smirked around Jeff’s cock, gradually pressing the tip of the stud deeper, as to draw blood. A trickle ran down Matt’s throat, and he moaned, the taste of Jeff’s blood was even sweeter than God’s. Matt slowly rose to the tip of Jeff’s cock, grinning as he lapped at the droplets of sweet cum before dipping back down to swallow his brother once more, ravaging his cock.
Jeff let his eyes roll back in his head, the swirling feelings of eroticism eating away at his brain. He reached down to tangle his fingers in Matt’s dark curls, rhythmically lifting his hips off the soft material of the chair to bury himself even deeper down his brother’s throat. The friction of Matt’s tongue stud combined with the swallowing motions of his throat was enough to drive him crazy. He mumbled incoherently as his eyes slipped open, focusing on a shiny metal cross hanging on the wall. He chuckled to himself.
Matt’s mouth felt like Heaven, as ironic as it was. The heat of his tongue felt like the fiery depths of Hell, lashing at his cock wickedly as Matt moaned against him. Jeff’s voice softly called out his brother’s name, his body trembling and shuddering as he felt Matt’s warm fingers pinching at his sack. Jeff clenched the arm of the chair with his free hand, the muscles in his thighs tightening as he spiraled closer and closer to spilling down his brother’s throat. Matt mewled in content, sucking on Jeff until he knew he couldn’t take it anymore, and then he stopped.
Jeff breathed deeply, a small groan escaping his lips as his head rolled back and forth against the back of the chair. He wanted so badly to release, to watch Matt swallow his load, but he knew Matt had other plans.
“F-Fuck Matt..that was..”, Jeff gasped out, searching for the words to describe how irresistible his brother’s mouth was, but quickly losing the battle as he closed his eyes.
“Heavenly?”, Matt chuckled lightly, licking the remnants of Jeff’s cum from his mouth. Jeff smiled, nodding as he stood. He wrapped his arms around Matt’s waist, his fingers delving in the silky folds of his older brother’s gown before pushing him up against the wall. Matt moved his mouth right next to the small square cut out of the wall, where confessions of sinful acts were supposed to be heard by a priest. He smiled. If Father Miller was on time for his scheduled appointment, then he would surely get an earful..
“Fuck me, Jeff...ram your cock up my ass..”, Matt moaned against the opening, a few strands of hair falling over his eyes.
Jeff smirked, spontaneously ripping the silk gown from Matt’s body. He wore nothing underneath, and for that, Jeff was sincerely grateful. He couldn’t wait to sink into the tight sheath of Matt’s ass, because however incredible Matt’s mouth was, his ass was unbelievable. Jeff took his cock in his hand, moaning as he stroked himself teasingly. He lightly ran the head of his cock against Matt’s tight entrance, smearing his essence between his brother’s thighs. Jeff sunk his fingers into the pre-cum dribbling out the tip of his cock, smearing it all over his fingers, using it as a method of lubrication. Jeff firmly pressed his body against Matt’s back, kissing at his neck as he trailed his fingers down the length of Matt’s spine, to rest at the tiny entrance of his opening.
Matt purred and lifted his delicious ass, closing his eyes as he felt Jeff’s fingers slowly pushing in. Matt groaned and spread his legs wider, already excited to the point that Jeff’s fingers slid in all the way to the knuckle in the second push. Matt rocked his hips against Jeff’s hand, licking his lips as Jeff loosened him up a bit. Matt smirked back at him, jade eyes meeting deep brown as Jeff gently stroked his prostate, which nearly caused Matt to cum right then and there.
“J-Jeff..”, Matt barely breathed out, his tone needy and desperate. Jeff nipped at Matt’s pierced ear, smoothing his hands over the beautiful globes of Matt’s ass before driving into him completely, sliding into the warmest comfort of all. Matt groaned as Jeff sunk into his ass, his knees nearly buckling as he felt Jeff’s cock pulsing inside of him. He clung to the wall anxiously, trying to scream out Jeff’s name, but the words stung in the back of his throat.
Jeff attached his hand to the rounded curve of his brother’s hip, his colorful nails digging into Matt’s waist. He began moving slowly, giving his brother time to adjust before fucking him senseless. Jeff soon realized what Matt meant, fucking in a church was exciting, and demoralizing in a way as well. If sin felt this good, how could it be wrong?
“You like pounding into my ass, don’t you? I’m your little slut..“, Matt raised a questioning eyebrow as he ground his hips back against Jeff’s cock, wanting all his brother could offer.
He wanted to make sure the Father could hear him loud and clear as he was being fucked. Jeff complied, gripping Matt’s hips as he gradually sped up, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. Soon enough, Jeff was pounding into Matt’s ass, panting at the wonderful feeling of being joined with him so heatedly. Matt’s moans turned into screams of pleasure as he slammed his body against Jeff’s, chanting a few testaments from the Bible as he was being thoroughly fucked.
Jeff didn’t hear the door on the other side opening, or the priest’s voice as he slid the tiny wooden screened door ajar. He was so far lost in his passion that he didn’t even hear Matt’s soft voice chatting with the priest, revealing how deceitful he had been.
“I have something to confess, Father, for I have been very sinful..”, Matt lustily breathed into the netted opening, a tiny smile on his lips.
“What sins have you committed, my son?”, Father Miller folded his hands, resting them in his lap as he listened.
“I have been with a man..my own brother..”, Matt moaned softly, slamming his hips back to meet Jeff’s powerful thrusts, nearly whimpering out his name. The priest frowned slightly, sighing as he spoke.
“God forgives all sins, my son..”, Father Miller proclaimed, “Even incestuous affairs.. Have you been praying?”
Matt grinned lightly, shuddering out Jeff’s name as he felt his baby brother’s hand wrapping around his waist to pump at his hardened cock, “Mmm-hmm. I prayed I would get the chance to fuck my brother in church today..”, Matt smirked and lifted an eyebrow, “Who says prayers aren’t heard?”
Father Miller gulped, closing his eyes as he distinctly heard the sound of the two men fucking each other right there in the booth. He lifted himself up from his chair slightly, peeking into the opening to see Matt’s dark face smiling up at him. His chocolate eyes were filled with evil and deviousness, totally unlike the man he had seen earlier. He gasped aloud, exiting the booth immediately as horrible thoughts flashed in his mind.
Matt closed his eyes with a smile, feeling Jeff slightly tensing against his back, knowing he was dangerously close as well. Matt’s mouth hung open as he listened to the slick sounds of Jeff pumping into his body, Jeff’s warm hand squeezing his cock sending him over the edge. His eyes flew open as he came, jerking his hips back against Jeff one last time before losing him in their pleasure. Hot, sticky cum spurted out of Matt’s cock, splattering against the wall and dripping down.
Jeff let out a loud grunt, the staggering tightness of Matt’s ass clenching around his cock combined with the soft moans of encouragement, sending him flying over the edge with his brother. He rammed his cock deep inside of Matt’s ass, pressing his cheek against Matt’s as he flooded him over and over. Matt groaned and giggled to himself. Maybe this is what the Bible meant when they mentioned the Great Flood. Jeff kept his hands rested at Matt’s sides, his breathing ragged as he kissed at his older brother’s ear.
Matt reached out to grab a glob of his cum, scooping it off the wall. He could feel Jeff trembling as his little brother wetly slid out of his ass, the feeling of cum spilling from his opening making him shudder.
Matt turned around to stare into Jeff’s eyes, pressing his gooey index finger against his luscious lips. He traced an outline of a holy cross on Jeff’s lips, starting at just under Jeff’s nose and smearing his cum all the way to Jeff’s chin. He made a horizontal line in the cleft of Jeff’s lips, smiling at his creation. Matt pulled Jeff’s lips to his, his passionate kiss leaving them both breathless.
“I love you.”, Jeff choked out, sighing as he buried his face in Matt’s hair, inhaling his scent. He gently squeezed Matt against his body, his chin resting in the crook of his neck.
Matt smirked, “I love you too..”, he winked over at the cross hanging on the wall, his eyes sparkling as if he was Satan himself..