Buck was having a religious experience, no he wasn't in the church offering up a prayer. Well, he might be praying in a manner of sorts, but it certainly wasn't in the church. Although he did have a preacher of sorts, in attendance, paying close attention to his every word. "Oh, yes, more, now, Josiah! Harder, damnit!"And of course Josiah, being an ex-preacher,and thus knowing how to minister to his flock, did indeed thrust harder and faster, wanting his flock, who consisted of one Buck Wilmington, to achieve true believing. If he could show Buck true ecstasy, then perhaps he too,would find his own nirvana. His next thrust knocked Buck into the table he was leaning on, and forced it over on its side. But Josiah was a strong and determined man, he didn't release Buck's hips from his powerful grip and followed his flock over the table top to land on the floor, still keeping their physical connection.
Yes, Josiah had problems turning the other cheek in the past, but now, now he wasn't about to let these cheeks escape from his ministrations. Nope, these cheeks needed divine retribution, and he was the man to provide that. He moved the lanky cowboy over the nearest chair and continued to pump the true word into his ass. "Fuck, Buck, you're so tight. Gonna reach my salvation soon."
Buck panted out his own confession. "Me too, Josiah, don't stop now. Harder."
And thus Josiah rendered unto him, his vast strength and endurance and pounded his knowledge and hard member into his receptive audience. And they achieved nirvana, spurting their release in a wave of rapture.
As they pulled apart, Buck repented his earlier comments about preachers not knowing anything about sex. "Damn, Josiah, I never believed in a Seventh Heaven before! Talk about your 'fire and brimstone delivery'!"
"Amen, brother!"
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