Stuff People Do

Chapter 7

"There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath


We entered the kitchen and Pastor Simpson pointed to the chairs where we were to sit. I was on his left, and Charles was on his right. Mrs. Simpson was at the oven removing a baked chicken. It smelled delicious. She looked over, smiled and said, “Hello, Boys.”

When we said nothing, Pastor Simpson said angrily, “When you are spoken to, the courteous thing to do is respond.” My face reddened as Charles and I said hello.

“It’s okay, Boys,” she remarked as she cut the chicken and placed it on our plates. “Children aren’t raised today to show proper respect like our parent taught us.” She looked at her husband as he nodded in approval.

I wanted to tell her that my parents did raise me to be respectful. Just because I was nervous and failed to do it this time didn’t mean I wasn’t taught good manners. I’m not sure about Charles, but I suspected he had been raised the same way.

When the plates were prepared, she sat down. She reached over and took my hand. My first instinct was to pull it away, but I knew I would receive another lecture. I jumped when Pastor Simpson gripped my other hand. I noticed that they did the same to Charles. I felt uncomfortable because even though I was used to my parents praying during meals, we didn’t hold hands.

Pastor Simpson started praying. “Our Dear Father in Heaven. We thank you for this wonderful meal. We ask that you bless this food. We also thank you for our guests this evening, Charles and Matthew.”

Thus began a ten-minute prayer in which he discussed the sinful nature of Charles and my ways. By the time he finished, I was scared that fire and brimstone might fall through the kitchen ceiling and burn us into Hell. When he spoke, it didn’t even seem like he was talking about me. I’m only sixteen, but he made it appear that I had committed every sin mentioned in the Bible. He kept saying one word over and over- lust. I don’t even know if I’ve ever felt lust. I guess I might have a little when I was with Ricky last night, but other than that I’ve never felt that my thoughts were consumed with sex. Even when I jack off, I don’t think about having sex with someone. I just enjoy the feeling I get when I do it. Of course, what Ricky did felt even better.

He also kept mentioning sodomy. I don’t even know what that word means. He called Charles and me sodomites several times. I think Charles was thinking the same thing because he kept taking quick glances at me. If this was what living here was going to be like, then I don’t want to have any part of it. I have to think of some way to escape.

Finally, he said, “Amen.” When I took my first bite from my plate, the chicken was cold and everything else was cold. I wanted to ask if I could be excused, but I knew Pastor Simpson wouldn’t allow it. Besides, we were supposed to meet with him after dinner. I wasn’t looking forward to that.

Everything I feared came true. After helping Mrs. Simpson clean the table, he ordered us into his study. It had a huge desk in the middle of the room. It was covered with papers, books and several Bibles. I guess it is where he prepares his sermons. There was a sofa and two leather chairs along the wall. There were also two small mats on the floor. I had no idea why they were there.

However, I soon found out. He walked over, stood before the mats and pointed down. “Kneel,” he ordered. I looked over at Charles as he walked over and knelt in front of Pastor Simpson. Nervously, I walked over and knelt on the other mat. My entire body was shaking with fear.

He placed his hands on our foreheads and began praying. He kept shoving us slightly, and several times I felt that I would fall over backwards. He began speaking in a language I had never heard before. It scared me because the longer he mumbled he grew angrier. He kept grabbing the top of our heads and pushing harshly on them. I wanted to jump up and tell him to stop, but I didn’t know what he would do if I did. Charles didn’t budge the whole time. I guess he had already experienced it before. However, my first time was unnerving. I felt my eyes fill with tears several times.

After a while, Pastor Simpson began to grow calmer as he started speaking English. Like at the dinner table, he kept talking about sex, lust and perversions. He cited several Bible verses that mentioned men having sex with men. Finally, he stepped back and stared at down at us.

“Confess you sins,” he barked angrily. My eyes widened because I didn’t know what to say.

“Admit your filthy perversions to our Lord God,” he insisted. “Ask him for his divine forgiveness.”

When Charles and I remained silent, he shouted angrily, “Do it!”

I started to cry. “I’m scared!” I sobbed. “I don’t know why you are doing this to us.”

He knelt and looked into my tearful face. “I’m doing this so you can repent for your sins and avoid being cast into the fires of Hell.”

“But I’ve done nothing,” I cried. I looked over at Charles, and he was also crying.

“Liars!” he shouted. “Your parents tell me that you are both homosexuals.”

“But I’m not,” I cried. Even though, I knew I was lying, I didn’t want him to think I was. If he did, he might treat us worse than what we were now experiencing.

“I’ve been doing this for years,” he replied. “I know when a boy isn’t right with God.” He put his hand on my head, but I pulled it away.

“Boy!” he shouted. “You have Satan within your soul.”

I’m not even sure what happened next. He grabbed me by my shoulders and started lifting and tossing me around like I was a rag doll. He started speaking in that strange language again. I saw a movie once where a priest tried to exorcise a demon from a little girl. I think that is what he was trying to do to me.

When Charles attempted to stop him, he began to do to him what he was doing to me. Both of us were trying to stop him, but he was much larger than us, and he was able to overpower us easily.

I think I fainted from all the excitement. I don’t remember anything that happened next. When I awoke, I was lying in my bed. Mrs. Simpson had a cold wash rag pressed to my forehead. “It’s okay, Matthew,” she said softly. “God protects his little children. He’s watching over you.” When she saw I was alright, she kissed me on my forehead and left the room. I heard the door lock behind her.

Charles rushed over to my bed and sat down. “God, Matt,” he asked worriedly. “Are you okay?”

I tried to focus on his face, but it was blurry. I batted my eyes a few times, and my vision began to return. “What happened?” I asked as I attempted to sit up in bed.

“Go slow,” warned Charles. He held my arm as I sat up and placed my feet on the floor. “You want some water?”

“I gotta pee,” I said. It felt like my bladder was going to burst. When I stood, Charles gripped my arm and led me over to the bathroom. When I had trouble unzipping my pants, he bent down and loosened them for me.

“Thanks,” I said as I pulled down my underwear and began to pee. Charles stood beside me and watched. When I looked at him, his eyes widened and he muttered softly, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I giggled. “But I really had to use it.” He stood looking down at my cock. When I finished, I shook it a few times. When I did, it began to harden.

“I…I…better go,” stammered Charles as he continued to look at my erect cock. I giggled when I saw him rearrange the bulge that was growing in his pants. He turned and hurried from the room.

I walked over and looked into the mirror. I didn’t recognize the boy looking back. My face was still badly bruised. The bruises were getting lighter, but it was obvious that I had been in a fight. My hair was unkempt, and my clothes looked ragged. I then remember that I hadn’t changed clothes in several days. I sniffed my underarm, and it smelled horrible.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. The warm water felt soothing. There were soap and shampoo on the floor. After ten minutes, I stepped out. I looked for a towel, but I didn’t see any hanging on the towel rack. I looked in the cabinet under the sink, but I found none. “Just great,” I muttered to myself.

I opened the door and hollered for Charles. “Do you know where the towels are?” He turned in his desk chair and stopped when he saw me standing naked in the doorway.

Until a few days ago, I would never have stood naked in front of someone. Even in gym class, I never showered with the other guys. I dressed quickly and waited until I got home. But I guess lying naked in bed with Ricky had made me feel less embarrassed about my body. Besides, if Charles and I were going to share a room, we might as well be comfortable around each other.

He tried to look away as he approached me, but he kept scanning my naked body. My face started to redden when I realized that I was enjoying him looking at me. Besides Ricky, no one had seen me naked since I was a little boy. Again, I started to get erect.

“I…think…there are…some,” Charles stammered as he rushed past me and opened a small closet door. He reached in, pulled out a green towel and nervously handed it to me. “Here, Matt,” he said as he stared at my erection. I don’t have the biggest dick in the world, but I wasn’t ashamed of my six inches. Ricky sure seemed to enjoy it the night before.

“Thanks,” I said appreciatively as I stepped over to my bed and dried myself off. Charles returned to his desk and pretended to write. Occasionally, he would turn to look at me. I walked over, bent down and opened one of the luggage my father had packed for me. I was hoping to find some clean underwear and clothes. After digging through it, I finally found something I could wear. As I dressed, I noticed that Charles continued to look over at me.

When I finished, I walked over and sat down at my desk. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I hope I didn’t upset you.”

He gave me a puzzled look. “Upset me?”

I grinned and replied, “I’m sorry if I upset you walking around naked.”

“No,” he smiled, “You didn’t upset me.”

“Good,” I replied. I scooted closer to him and asked if he was doing homework for school.

“No,” he stated, “I’m doing the lesson Pastor Simpson wants us to do.”

I asked, “What lesson?”

“Here, look,” he said as he pushed a piece of paper over to me. “We are supposed to copy these passages from the Bible. At tomorrow’s worship study after dinner, he’s going to ask us about them.”

“Worship study?” I said excitedly. “That ain’t a worship study. He’s torturing us. Look what happened tonight.”

“But we gotta do it,” replied Charles.

“Why?” I asked as I got up and started pacing around the room. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it,” said Charles dejectedly. “Our parents want us to be here, and there isn’t anything we can do about it.”

“Yes, we can,” I stated adamantly.

Charles looked at me and shook his head. “Matt, there is nothing we can do about this. We just do what we are expected to do, and then maybe we can go home.”

I started to pace again. “I don’t want to go back home,” I said adamantly.

Charles gave me a puzzled look. “What are you going to do?”

I sat down in my chair. “I haven’t decided yet. But I do know,” I said, “I’m not staying here, and I’m not going home.”

Charles turned and started writing again. “You better do your lesson.” He pointed to the paper and pencil on the desk. A large Bible was already opened.

I rose, walked over to my bed and lay down on my back, staring at the ceiling. “I’m not going to do it,” I replied as I crossed my arms and closed my eyes.

“You’re going to make this worse for yourself,” muttered Charles. “One thing Pastor Simpson won’t stand is someone challenging him.”

“Fuck, Pastor Simpson,” I said angrily as I rolled over on my side and fell asleep.  

I awoke when I heard rustling coming from the other side of the room. I rolled over and opened my eyes just in time to see Charles remove his underwear and walk naked into the bathroom. I wasn’t sure but I think he did it so I could see him.

Surprisingly, he had a very nice body. Charles is small built, and he doesn’t play sports at school. However, he appeared to have some muscle. His chest, though not large, was well defined. His body was hairless except for a small tuft of hair above a small cock. I found him to be sexy. I also saw him as rather effeminate. However, naked, he looked like any teenage boy. When I heard the shower turn on, my dick began to harden as I imagined him standing naked under the water.

I rose from bed and tiptoed to the door. I tried to open it, and it was unlocked. I opened it slightly so I could peek inside. The shower has a glass door, so I could see him lathering his hair through the steamy door. I reached down and started stroking myself.

As I watched, I pulled off my shorts and underwear. I was hoping that Charles would take a long shower so I could cum. I pulled off my tee shirt so I could cum into it rather than shooting off onto the floor. As I was removing my shirt over my head, I heard the shower stop. I froze when Charles shouted out, “What are you doing?”

The shower door was open, and he was standing looking angrily at me with his hands cupped around his dick. I didn’t know what to say. I had been caught. He asked again, “What are you doing, Matt?” His voice didn’t sound as angry.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized as my face turned a bright red. “I…I…was just curious.”

“Curious?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said embarrassedly. “I was wondering what you looked like naked.”


I guess it was time for the truth. I was standing naked at the door with a raging hard-on. There was no need to lie. Besides, what reasonable excuse could I come up with. “I just wanted to see what you looked like naked.” I let my eyes scan his naked body.

He removed his hands and let me see him. “Happy,” he asked sarcastically.

“Yeah,” I grinned. “You’ve got a nice body.”

He let a small smile escape his mouth. “You ain’t too bad yourself.”

“Really?” I asked excitedly. “You like my body.”

“You’d do,” he grinned.

I grinned back and replied, “You would too.”

He got out of the shower, reached for a towel and started drying himself while I watched. “Want me to dry your back,” I offered. He hesitated before he handed me the towel and turned.

I had never seen a naked boy’s ass before. Even when Ricky and I had sex, we did it on the bed, and I was more concerned with sucking his dick. I rubbed his chest, but I didn’t even think about rubbing him anywhere else.

I took the towel and dried his back. I kept looking at his firm and rounded butt. I wanted to dry it, but I was afraid Charles might be upset if I did. I let the towel go lower and lower, and he didn’t object. Finally, I ran the towel over his mounds and into the crack of his ass. He let out a loud moan when I did. I moved closer and pressed my body to his. I thought he would move away, but instead he pushed his body into mine. My dick was pressed into the crack of his ass. I felt that I was going to explode at any minute.

I pushed harder and began rubbing my dick against his soft skin. I then reached around and took his dick into my hand and started stroking it gently. He moaned again and fell back against me. For a second, I was afraid that he had passed out.

He mumbled softly, “I’m scared, Matt. I’ve never done anything with a boy before.”

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He turned slowly, looked into my eyes and then kissed me gently. I wrapped my arms around him and held him in a gently embrace while we continued to kiss and grind our bodies together.

Suddenly, he moaned loudly, and his body went rigid. I could feel his dick pulsing against my leg as he erupted. I could feel his cum running down my leg. I stepped back, started stroking myself, and within seconds I was shooting onto his stomach.

Charles fell against me and breathed heavily. “Wow, Matt,” he sighed. “That was great.”

I embraced him and said, “It was.” I held his face as I gave him a gentle kiss.

Charles reached down and grabbed the towel off the floor. “We’d better get cleaned up,” he warned. “Pastor Simpson sometimes comes in for a bedtime prayer.”

We wiped ourselves clean and then dressed hurriedly. We rushed over to our desks, sat down and started writing. Five minutes later, we heard the door unlock, and then Pastor Simpson peeked in, closed the door and locked it.

Charles let out a huge sigh. “That was close,” he said softly.

I could only imagine what he would have done if he had come in and seen us naked in the bathroom with our bodies pressed to each other. I looked at the worried face of Charles, and I knew he was thinking the same thing.