Cult of Syn MxM (Staten Krown)

3

I hitchhike all the way back to Sampson's place. When I get there I see them through the window having a family dinner. It's a little annoying to say the least. I don't plan on interrupting their dinner but there was no way in hell I was going to leave here without Sampson knowing that Dahlia was a cheating bitch.

So I sit my patient ass on his porch. Luckily not too far from me I realize that there is something quite interesting going on.

A boy walks out of the pool house on the edge of Sampson's property. There is a huge pool over there. I assumed that it was Sampson's pool but then I realize this fucking pool is probably twice the size of Sampson's house.

The boy looks over at me.

It's the boy from the church. It's the young kid that was staring at me the whole time. He doesn't wave but he stares at me for a second.

Then I see him take off his shirt.

"God bless...the youth," I whisper to myself sitting on the lawn chair.

The boy was built. I could definitely get used to these Southern boys. It seemed like the south just did something with muscles. Here I was laying on a lawnchair trying my best not to resemble a beached whale while watching this sexy ass boy clean the pool. Sweat drips down his 6 pack. His biceps stretch as he attempts to clear some debris in the pool.

His pants are low. They barely cling to his tiny waist. I can see the beginnings of his v-section as well as the cuts at the top of his ass. My dick starts to get a little hard looking at this boy. He was young too. I bet he could fuck ALL night with no sense of stopping.
I'm struggling to keep my tongue in my mouth as I'm watching him.
"Hey Wade!" a voice says, "You mind putting on a shirt. My kids are about to come out and play..."

I turn to the door to realize it's Sampson.

"No problem Father Sampson!" the boy says.

Wade was a sexy motherfucker. I give it that.

"You being a cockblock?" I ask Sampson, "Don't worry. You're body is shaped just like that. Don't be jealous."

Sampson looks over at the boy. He looks over at me. He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arm as though being macho. If Sampson is anything like he was in the past he can't stand me being interested in someone else in front of him.

"Jealous? Wade is 19."

"That's legal."
Sampson rolls his eyes.
"The kid babysits for me. I'm not arguing about him with you. What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks me, "Didn't I tell you that you needed to leave?"

"Oh you were serious?"

"Syn. I'm not joking with you," he tells me harshly, "I want you off my property."

"I have to tell you something about your wife."

"You couldn't possibly tell me ANYTHING about my wife," he explains to me, "I want you gone. All you do is cause trouble Syn. You coming here was a mistake."
"A mistake. Sampson I love you."

"Stop fucking saying that."

"It's true. And it's also true you love me back," I explain, "Why did you say back at the church that you didn't? That shit hurts."

Sampson struggles. He looks down at his feet.

"Syn regardless of how I feel about you—"

"So you do love me?"

This seems to come as a surprise to Sampson that I ask him that. He seems taken aback by it. This country life has made him soft. If he was the old Sampson he would have been ready for the random shit that came out of my mouth. Right now Sampson looks lost and damn near confused.