Choir Boy -Temptations of the Flesh

Smoking weed wasn't an activity Kenneth did in his pastime. Just from those few hits Kenneth was high as a kite. He felt like he was on a rollercoaster ride. Micah looked over at him and laughed.

"That Kush be getting you right, don't it?"

Micah threw his head back laughing as he lit another blunt. Kenneth was going through the ups and downs of his high, gripping the wheel tight. He just drove and drove with no particular destination in mind.

Micah lit, puffed and passed blunt after blunt and Kenneth just kept on driving. They went through four blunts before Kenneth took an exit. Kenneth wasn't really thinking about where he was going. But the area was starting to look familiar.

"Nigga," Micah started laughing, "why you bring us to the church?"

Kenneth looked down the street and saw the church on the corner. He started shaking his head in disbelief.

"My bad, I was just driving."

"Naw, you good. Go ahead and pull in."

Kenneth frowned. "You sure?"

A sly grin creased Micah's face. "Yea, I'm sure."

Kenneth parked in the far corner of the church parking lot away from the lights. Micah jumped out the car. He made it halfway to the church and realized Kenneth wasn't behind him. He started waving for Kenneth to follow him.

Kenneth was high but he wasn't a fool. And being around a church that time of night smelling like Jamaica wasn't a good idea. Micah jogged back to the car and snatched open Kenneth's door.

"Don't make me drag your ass out here, slim."

The serious, threatening look on Micah's face quickly dissolved into a playful smile, dimples and all. Kenneth almost melted. He jumped out the car and followed behind Micah. They jogged up to the church like a pair of school boys late for class.

Micah hunkered over the back door connected to the church kitchen. He pulled out a set of keys and looked up at Kenneth, a devilish grin spreading on his face. Kenneth shook his head. Only one thought was going through his mind: trouble. Micah turned the key and pushed the door open. Kenneth grabbed at Micah's arm.

"You sure about this? There isn't some silent alarm or something, is there?"

"Damn, you worry too much. Told you to let that good choir boy routine go. You with me right now. Just go with the flow. I got you."

Micah motioned Kenneth inside as he stepped through the door. Despite the overwhelming feeling that going in the church was a bad idea, Micah's words eased Kenneth's worried spirit. Like he said, Kenneth was with him. Kenneth followed him inside.

Micah moved with purpose through the dark church. Kenneth figured he knew where he was going. It didn't take long for Kenneth to realize where they were headed. They were walking pass the choir room and the Bible study classrooms. The only thing left were the offices of the senior church members.

Micah stopped in front of one of the doors. The sign on the glass read: Isaiah Smith, Choir Director. Kenneth shook his head as Micah pushed through the door and pulled Kenneth in by his wrist.

"Is there a reason why you dragged me into your brother's office?"

"Shit, needed somewhere to smoke and sit."

Micah pointed over towards the sofa nestled against the wall adorned with pictures and plaques as he lit up. Kenneth walked over towards the wall. He saw pictures of Isaiah, Micah's more successful brother, shaking hands with politicians and church leaders from the area. About have a dozen certificates and awards hung with the man's college diploma. He was well accomplished and seemed to be getting well connected.

"Your brother seems quite the overachiever."

Micah walked over and stood next to Kenneth looking up at the wall nodding.

"Yea, Isaiah was never the fuckup I was. The first born golden child. Man does no wrong."

Kenneth looked over at Micah. He felt sorry for him. There was obviously some tension and history between him and his brother and probably his family and their expectations for their second born. Micah offered the blunt to Kenneth but pulled it back before he could take it.

"Want to do a shot gun?"

Kenneth licked his lips and grinned. "You're trying to get me high off my ass, hunh?"

"Nah, you be alright. Just turn and face me."

Micah brought the blunt to his lips and started pulling. Kenneth's brow scrunched up.

"I thought you were supposed to cup your hands around the blunt and blow?"

"I thought you didn't smoke." Micah shook his head Kenneth and grinned. "We going to do a shotgun, Micah style. Trust me, you'll like it."

He looked at Kenneth as if waiting for permission to continue. Kenneth slowly nodded. The distance between the two of them shortened in the blink of an eye. Micah had moved just inches from Kenneth's face.

"Make sure you exhale and open your mouth to get all the smoke."

Kenneth nodded again. Micah licked his lips, turned his head to the side and pulled at the blunt three times. It sounded like he was kissing the blunt each time he pulled but he wasn't inhaling. Micah moved in until he was only an inch from Kenneth's face.

Despite being exactly where he wanted to be, under Micah, Kenneth couldn't help but stumble back from his dream of a man's unexpected closeness.

Kenneth back into the wall, hard, hitting his head. Micah pressed forward, placing his hand on the wall inches from Kenneth's head, pinning him against the wall.

Micah moved in again like before and raised an eyebrow. Kenneth looked from Micah's thick lips up to his eyes. His heart raced and he felt hot all over. He had to remind himself that it was only a shotgun. Slowly, he opened his mouth to receive the smoke.

Kenneth sucked in the air between him and Micah. The moist hot breath gliding from Micah to Kenneth's lips titillated the senses. Kenneth felt like he was on cloud nine. He closed his eyes as he continued inhaling.

Kenneth inhaled for as long as he could and held the smoke in his lungs. It seemed an eternity before he released the air from his agonizingly stimulated body.

When he opened his eyes Micah was still right there, in his face, inches away. There was no more smoke. He wasn't puffing on the blunt for a second shotgun. Micah was just looking at him with an air of expectation.

A husky, firm voice in the back of Kenneth's mind screamed, 'Do something'. He heard it over and over again. His body tensed up like a bear trap, ready to spring at any movement. He wasn't sure if he should but all the pent up emotion and longing pressed him forward.

Kenneth leaned in and gently pressed his lips against Micah's. Just as quickly as he done it he pulled back. His eyes locked on Micah's, waiting for a response. But Micah didn't move. He didn't smile or frown or give any indication as to how he felt about what Kenneth had just done.

Kenneth backed into the wall on the verge of panic. He got sober quick. For the first time that night he genuinely felt like Micah might intentionally hurt him. His lips started moving as he searched for the words to plead with Micah; to explain that it was the weed and his tiredness; to explain that he was sorry and wouldn't do it again. Micah raised his hand and gently placed his index finger on Kenneth's lips.

"Relax, you're with me."

A wave of relief washed through Kenneth's body. But that moment of calm was quickly replaced by a flurry of emotions.

Micah took hold of Kenneth by the waist and pressed his body against Kenneth's. Micah leaned in and kissed Kenneth, hard. The sensation of Micah's hands travelling up Kenneth's back was staggering. His touch was electric. Shock waves of pleasure rippled all through Kenneth's body. Micah's firm, roaming hands settled on the nape of Kenneth's neck, steadying him.

Kenneth tensed up as he felt Micah's tongue jut in and out of his mouth, tasting him. Slowly, Micah pulled back, with Kenneth's bottom lip gently wedged between his teeth, teasing him all the more. Micah looked at Kenneth with concern.

"I want you to relax and let go. Trust me. I'm going to take care of you."

Kenneth took a deep breath and nodded. He tried to relax and let the disbelief of what happening go. He wasn't going to let the novelty of the moment spoil what was happening. Kenneth looked deep in Micah's eyes and let go.

Micah stepped back and began to strip. His tank top and basketball shorts came off without much effort. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He stood there naked, letting Kenneth take in the sight of his amazing body. Micah's chest made Kenneth's mouth water like a flood. It was muscular and manly with a few wisp of hair running down the middle. Aside from that and the hair nestled close to his thickening dick, Micah was smooth.

The few moments it took Micah to make his way back to Kenneth felt like an eternity of torture. Kenneth wondered what his body felt like to the touch, what it tasted like. He wanted to run his fingers over Micah's lightly defined abs and cusp his low hanging balls.

Micah jerked Kenneth's tank top over his head feverishly and shimmied Kenneth's shorts and boxers down to his ankles. Micah looked down at Kenneth's hard dick and grinned.

"Damn, that's how you feel?"

Kenneth shrugged his shoulders innocently. "It's what you do to me."

Micah nodded and stepped toward Kenneth. He held Kenneth's body close to his as he attacked Kenneth's neck and collar bone with kisses and gentle bites. Chills shot up Kenneth's body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure coming from Micah's lips and teeth.

Soft moans left Kenneth's lips as Micah traveled down his body. Micah sucked at Kenneth's nipples and dragged his wet hot tongue from Kenneth's chest, down his abs down to his belly button.

Kenneth took in a deep breath as he felt Micah wrap his fingers around his already straining manhood. And just that quick, Kenneth felt his dick enveloped in a wet warmth. He thrust his head back as the stimulation of Micah sucking his dick reverberated through his body. Kenneth's toes curled and he clinched at the wall behind him. Micah's oral skills were nothing to play with.

His orgasm was growing. Kenneth could feel the tension in his balls spread through his groin. But he wasn't ready. An overwhelming urge to please Micah overcame Kenneth. He was ready to do anything to satisfy Micah. He reached down and stopped Micah from bopping up and down.

"Wait. Not yet." The words struggled to come out. "I want to please you. I want to make you feel good."

"You sure you ready for all that?" Micah asked, his eyes looking down at his swollen meat. Kenneth nodded apprehensively. His body ached for Micah. He just hoped he wasn't biting off more than he could chew. Micah took hold of Kenneth by the waist and forced him to turn around. Kenneth felt Micah's heavy hand press down on the middle of his back, urging him to bend over. He complied without protest.

Micah brought his hand down on Kenneth's ass cheek, sending waves of pain and pleasure through Kenneth's body. Micah gripped each cheek with his large hands and parted them. Kenneth shivered as he felt Micah's hot, wet breath on his wanting hole.

"When I make this ass mine aint no turning back. You feel me?"

Kenneth could only moan his understanding and agreement as anticipation of the lustful pleasure coming ahead rendered him incapable of giving any other type of response. He was in the troughs of sinful rapture and his only recourse was total subjugation.

Micah pressed his tongue hungrily against Kenneth's hole. He darted in and out until he broke through the tightness of Kenneth's sphincter. Kenneth yelped as Micah began his oral onslaught inside of Kenneth.

Kenneth reached down and gripped his pre-cum dripping dick and began to stroke as his tongue filled ass sent undulated wave upon wave of pleasure through every sensitive and receptive nerve ending in his ass.

Micah backed off with a loud audible kiss on Kenneth's ass. Kenneth took a deep breath, preparing for what was coming. He knew Micah wasn't done. The show had just begun.

The heaviness of Micah's swollen prick smacking against Kenneth's now wet and open hole was mind numbing. Micah rubbed the length of his dick up and down the crack of Kenneth's ass. Both wetting his meat and sending Kenneth into a frenzy of arousal.

Micah gripped Kenneth by the hips and pressed the head of his dick in Kenneth's ass. Between the oral prep from Micah and Kenneth's overwhelming want to feel Micah deep within him, it wasn't difficult to accommodate Micah's long, thick pole.

The mushroom shaped head of Micah's dick popped pass Kenneth's tight ass ring. Kenneth's face pressed against hard against the wall. Slowly, inch after inch disappeared inside of Kenneth's ass. He moaned and wiggled in pleasure as he was filled to the brim.

His ass felt like fire as he gave himself and his body over to Micah. The moment was euphoric. Micah leaned down, pressing his chest and abs against Kenneth's back. He wrapped his arm around Kenneth's waist. Micah spoke gently into Kenneth's ear as he pumped slowly inside of him.

"I want you to fall in love with this dick. Will you do that?"

Micah nodded and moaned yes between grunts of pleasure. He bit his lip as he fought the urge to tense up. Micah was well endowed and not easily taken. But Kenneth was determined to please Micah. He would endure the pain for the pleasure.

"Don't promise something you can't do." Micah straightened up and grabbed Kenneth by the waist on both sides. "Cause when you fall in love with the dick, you going to fall in love with me."

Micah pulled his dick out until only the head was in and shoved the length of it back in to the hilt. Kenneth let out a grunt wonderfully mixed with pain and pleasure. Micah did the same thing over and over slowly until Kenneth began to squirm.

"Tell me you love this dick."

Micah drove his pulsing prick into Kenneth's ass to the hilt before a word could leave his lips. Kenneth felt his knees almost buckle. Micah was doing something amazing inside him and his body was on the verge of over stimulation.

"I said tell me you love this dick!" Micah demanded between thrusts. Micah moved faster and faster, pile driving his manhood in and out of Kenneth's beaten hole.

"I love your dick! I love your dick! Oh my God, I love your dick."

Kenneth spoke the words as loudly and resolutely as he could. But the sound of flesh smacking filled the room and muffled the words. Micah fucked Kenneth mercilessly, plunging in and out of Kenneth's ass with only one mission; his own pleasure.

"Beat your dick, nigga. I feel this shit."

Kenneth took hold of his hard-on and stroked furiously. His orgasm came quick with Micah's thick pole massaging his prostate. Kenneth stroked his seed out as Micah pumped faster and harder.

The sensation of Kenneth's tightening and loosening ass from orgasm brought Micah to climax. He hunched over Kenneth's back and hooked his arms over Kenneth's shoulders, impaling his dick deep inside Kenneth's guts.

"Fuck! Got me bout to bust!"

A few more furtive strokes sent Micah over the edge. Kenneth could feel his dick jump inside him. The wet warmth of Micah's nutt filled Kenneth's spent hole and dripped down his leg. Kenneth squeezed his hole, milking the seed into his ass. Micah jumped back.

"Damn, what you doing that for?" He giggled. "Got my shit all sensitive."

Kenneth smile as he looked back at Micah. He was about to say something until the slamming of the office door shook him out of the moment.

Micah's brother, Isaiah, the choir director, stood at the entrance with his arms folded. A distinct look of disgust covered his face as he took in the sight of what was going on his office.

Despair and regret flowed through Kenneth's veins. He closed his eyes and collapsed on the floor. He felt like his world was over.