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Good Christian - Chapter 02
🕑 Added 2025-09-16 10:00:04 +0000 UTCGOOD CHRISTIAN
Chapter 2: The Test
“Let's see what feeling up this chest does to you, young man.”
I watched as my hand was guided toward the hairy, muscular stomach, but it felt as though it was not really me.
I saw my shaky fingers running over his defined abs, but I could not believe this was happening.
Was I actually touching that shredded flesh? Was I really feeling that heat?
Christian had the most devilish grin on his face.
He held my wrist, forcing me to rub his stomach more forcefully.
Was he for real with his test?
“What do you want from me?” I whispered.
My mind was reeling.
I realized the bedroom door was wide open.
What if Grace happened to walk by? What would she think of her husband? What would she think of me, caressing him!?
“Are you aroused? Do you like that?” Christian asked in a deep voice.
This was a trap.
If I said I was not enjoying it, he would accuse me of faking my homosexuality.
But if I said I was enjoying it, he would probably kick me out for lusting after him.
Either way, I was screwed and bound to be homeless.
I just kept feeling him up, my mouth shut.
“Hm… I'm unsure about you.” He spoke.
“Why?”
Frankly, it was difficult to have any kind of cohesive thought.
“The fruity guys in the army were way more eager l to get on their knees and open their mouths wide. If I were to do this to them, they’d be already on all fours with a quickness and an appetite you don’t seem to have.”
“I'm gay. I swear. I didn't lie.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Let's try something else.”
He guided my right hand further up his chest and underneath his tank top.
I felt his pecs. They were hairy and meaty under my touch. My fingers brushed against one of his nipples.
It took my breath away for a moment.
What the hell was going on?
Christian was patient. He let me get a feel of his torso for a little while.
“Mr. Holmes, I… I’m not sure this is appropriate.”
Could I have been any nerdier?
“Do you want me to stop the test?”
“What if your wife sees us?”
Again, it was a silly thing to say, but that was the first thing that came to mind.
I was definitely not going to ask him to stop! The sensations were amazing.
He chuckled.
“Gracie is in the bathroom. She doesn't need to be bothered with our little evaluation.”
“Okay…”
“I'll find out if you're a trickster, Harry. This is something we need to settle between men."
I swallowed my saliva.
He was so strong and confident.
As I ran my hands over his pecs again, I stared at his thick, well-groomed mustache.
For some reason, it epitomized manliness.
There were many types of facial hair; I had a very shallow mustache myself, but his was different.
A pornstache if you will.
“Sir, I'm no trickster.”
Christian smiled, looking satisfied.
“I suppose we're about to find out.”
With a swift move, he brought my hand to another area of his body. A much more sensitive one!
My brown eyes widened as I felt his crotch.
I groped it spontaneously. What else was I supposed to do with it?
I felt his flaccid dick through his khaki pants. It seemed large, massive even.
“God.” I whispered.
“Don't take the Lord's name in vain.” He scolded me.
“Sorry.”
“I’ll allow it… Just because I admit God was generous with me. He was very gracious when he created my features. We must be thankful.”
Apparently, Christian had not heard about the theory of evolution.
Not that I cared at that moment.
The situation was unexpected and crazy, but I could not help myself. I had to touch more of that cock.
The stud was offering himself to me—how could I deny myself the pleasure?
After some back-and-forth, I realized three things.
First, Christian Holmes was getting hard in his pants.
Second, my own cock was throbbing in my pajamas.
Third, he was no longer holding my wrist.
It was just me, in full control, playing with that cock through the fabric of his military pants.
Christian lifted my chin with his now free hand and made me look up at him once again. I bet he loved that feeling of towering over me.
Then, he traced the outline of my lips with his thumb.
The touch was electrifying; my whole body buzzed with excitement.
“You're drooling, young man.”
“I am?”
“People can lie, but the body never does.”
It was funny how he said that while his erection was growing in his pants.
Actually, it was getting really big… and tempting!
“That’s true. Our body’s reaction will always betray us.”
I replied, feeling a bit more daring.
I was not sure what kind of power trip he was on, but I was getting into it.
He looked at my obvious erection. The pajama pants did not leave much to the imagination.
“Hmmm… So, you really are a fruit, aren’t you? Interesting.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“You didn't. Show me, just so I can be sure.”
“What?”
“Lower your pants.”
His voice was calm and soothing.
I was not required to obey him, but I felt compelled to. More accurately, I wanted to.
The only problem was that sliding my pants down would have meant letting go of the glorious crotch I was playing with, even just for a few seconds.
What a dilemma!
“You can tell, sir. I'm very horny right now.”
I bet a drop of precum pierced one of the teddy-bears on my pajamas. I was leaking, literally dripping from the so-called test.
“You do look more and more like a freak.”
There was a noise in the hallway.
Had Grace finished her shower?
Christian took a step back, and I was separated from his dick.
Damn it!
I wanted this to continue. At the very least, I should have been allowed to take it out and jerk it off. Worship it in all its glory.
“Is this over?” I asked.
He glanced behind him.
He did not want to get caught.
“Show me now. Quickly!” He urged me.
It was interesting that he was not so much in control anymore.
I nodded and pulled my pants back just enough to show my hard, leaking dick.
Christian was no longer smiling. He looked completely focused. His bulge was simply outrageous at this point.
“See.”
“Fine. You can stay.”
“Excuse me?”
“You can stay in my home. Clearly, you haven't been, and you won't be, sniffing around my wife. You've never enjoyed a pussy in your life, have you?"
“I haven’t, sir.”
“Good.”
I wanted to ask to see his cock as well (I was dying to see the khaki pants slid down), but we were interrupted.
“Chris? Honey, where are you?”
It was Grace.
“I'm with Harry.” He replied casually.
What was he doing? I was as hard as a rock! He was too!
I quickly slid my dick back into my pants, but my erection was still visible.
“I hope you're not giving him a hard time.” Grace said, walking closer.
He was giving me a VERY HARD time, but not in the way she thought!
As Grace appeared behind her husband, I quickly grabbed the math book I was reading before Christian had walked in and I placed it over my crotch.
“On the contrary, I wanted to apologize to Harry for my reaction earlier. I want him to feel comfortable around the house.”
Grace stood behind Christian, put her hand on his shoulder tenderly, and looked at me.
“That's nice. Harry is very discreet anyway, an angel around the house. Are you okay?” She asked.
I must have turned red as a lobster.
My eyes were still bouncing toward her husband’s bulge.
“I’m fine and I’m glad we… were able to clear the air, Mr. Holmes. Grace, you must be so happy to have your husband back.”
“That's an understatement! Having Chris at home is such a blessing. I’ve been praying non-stop for his safe return.”
“You're so sweet, honey. Well, I suppose we should leave Harry to it.”
“Yes, let's not bother him. He must be busy with his class and studying.”
“Yeah… His studying.” Christian winked at me.
“Good night, Harry.”
“Have a good night.” I told them.
Christian flashed me another wicked smile and disappeared with his wife.
A second later, I threw my book away and started pumping my dick like crazy.
Do not judge me too much; It was really the only way to process what had just happened.
Ultimately, it had not been that sexual, but the entire interaction had put me in the mood like I had rarely ever been before.
I got to see that hairy chest and shredded stomach.
I was able to feel those bouncy pecs.
And that dick, frustratingly trapped in those pants, which definitely grew under my touch!
I was not thinking about how awkward the situation was, or about Grace, or what this power trip could mean for the future. I was just horny and had tunnel vision.
My vision specifically? The enormous bulge anytime I shut my eyes.
I usually enjoyed edging myself while jerking off, but this time I could not.
My spunk flew away from my dick after less than a minute of intense stroking.
I softly moaned as I sprayed my chest and part of my pajamas with fresh cum.
Only then did I come back to my senses and think about the consequences of what had happened.
Needless to say, I was unable to return to my homework and those stupidly difficult equations.
My thoughts were all over the place, and about half an hour after Christian visited my room, I started hearing him again… In a whole new context.
First, I heard the sound of a bed squeaking, followed by muffled moans that gradually became louder
Fuck!
I had horned up the man, but his wife was the one getting all the reward.
That bitch!
The worst part was that hearing Christian fucking his wife got me horny again.
Despite months without sex, the man seemed to have a lot of stamina, which impressed me.
Unless…
Could he have had some on the side during his deployment?
What did he say about the "fruits" in the army again? How did they get on their knees? Should I have gotten on my knees?
When the fucking was finally over, I was distracted again.
The mundane sound of someone using the shower made my mind go wild.
Christian was naked on the other side of the wall. He was probably washing the remaining cum off his body, the water pouring over his cock and fat ass.
I wish I had the power to see through walls!
Here we were again, my dick dripping.
Could I sneak out and peek through the door?
Was there any way to see anything?
Shit.
Maybe Grace was the one taking another shower—she would need it after some raunchy sex. What the hell was I thinking?
The man was probably toying with me anyway. He was married, super-religious, and I was living rent-free in their home.
I could not even entertain this idea.
I slept terribly.
My hormones were raging, and I had odd thoughts about Christian walking into my room again in the middle of the night.
I was scared, too.
If things got any weirder, I would have to leave, but I had nowhere to go.
My alarm clock woke me up at 7:00 a.m.
I felt tired and I stayed in bed a little longer than usual.
I took some time to figure out what had truly happened and what part may have just been a lucid dream.
Christian had walked into my room. That was real.
He actually tested me to confirm that I was gay.
But did he really let me touch his body and cock through his pants?
I was sure he did, but maybe the part where he got hard was just my (perverted) imagination.
I waited for my erection to subside before leaving the room, just in case I saw someone in the hallway on my short way to the bathroom.
The path was clear.
I knocked—we did not have a lock on the door, so Grace and I were always careful—but it was empty.
When I got into the bathroom, I noticed a few changes. There was another toothbrush on the sink, cologne on a shelf, and a pair of white briefs in the corner.
Christian was not as tidy as his wife; he had left the used tighty-whities on the floor. Nice choice of underwear.
I took a cold shower to clear my head.
I kind of hoped this new living situation would be like with Grace or Elizabeth before her, meaning that I would not have to run into my housemates so much, and we could just live our lives without awkward conversations or encounters.
But with Christian in the house, it would be much tougher.
He was on break from the Army, yet he still woke up early. He was already sitting in his armchair with the Bible in his hands when I got downstairs.
“Good morning.” I said, trying to sound normal.
At least I was wearing normal clothes for my day (a pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt) and not ridiculous pajamas.
He looked up at me briefly, then returned his attention to his Bible as he mumbled an unenthusiastic “Hello”.
Christian wore a white bathrobe loosely tied around his waist, open on his upper chest, giving me a glimpse of his hairy pecs.
He was certainly intimidating, and a bit scary, but he was also a total hunk.
I did my best not to stare.
Since he did not acknowledge me further, I went straight to the kitchen.
When it came to food, I usually took care of myself. Whether it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner, I would either eat something in my room, use the kitchen when Grace was not around, or get something on campus.
One thing I had loved about dating Brett was that he was an excellent cook.
Sometimes, Grace would prepare something for me, or more likely, she would offer me some leftovers.
She was always cooking for the parish, where she spent most of her time outside the house.
I thought, though I was not sure, that she was even paid by the church as a part-time job for all that she did for them: assisting the priest, handling communications, and organizing the many events they held.
I did not know that Arizona was so Christian before moving.
In the suburban Phoenix area where I lived at least, being affiliated with a Catholic church seemed to be a prerequisite.
I had my own cupboard in the kitchen, and I grabbed a few cereal bars that I had set aside earlier before heading to campus. My commute was longer since I had moved from Elizabeth’s home to this one.
Before I left though, and as I was about to reach the door, Christian apparently had something to tell me.
“Harry, would you come here?”
Given what happened the last time we were alone together, my mind immediately started racing and I began to imagine things.
I tried to appear collected.
I was more prepared this time. Or so I thought.
“Yes?”
I walked into the living room, and I was pretty sure the bathrobe was slightly more open, showing more skin than before.
“Would you be a doll and bring a piece of paper and a pen from the kitchen?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Thank you.”
It seemed like another power play, but it would have been impolite to refuse such an innocent request.
Christian was sitting comfortably in his armchair while I walked around the kitchen. It was fine. I could do that for him.
I brought him the notepad and pen Grace used for grocery lists and appointment reminders.
“Here you go.”
At least I had a good excuse to take a closer look at his furry chest.
Do you remember when I told you that I had a crush on my mechanical engineering professor? While living with Christian Holmes, my crush rapidly shifted onto him!
“Thanks. I like writing some verses down when I’m reading the Bible. I think it really helps me understand and remember the words. Repetition is key when you want to get closer to God.”
“Of course.”
“Are you a Christian yourself?”
“No, not really. I believe in God, but not in that sense.”
“Then you're an agnostic. You can't make up your mind.”
In reality, I was more downright anti-religious. I believed a God might exist, but I was convinced that all churches and religions were human inventions.
However, I was not going to start this conversation with a man literally named Christian, especially when there was a cross in every single room of the house.
“I respect everyone's beliefs and faith.” I spoke.
It was a safe answer.
“Hm… I see. Still, you can't deny the wisdom in this sacred book, the Bible.”
He started writing on the pad while reading aloud.
“Psalm 101:7: 'No one who practices deceit shall dwell in my house; no one who utters lies shall continue before my eyes.'”
There he was again with the deceit and lies.
Did he actually think I was a master manipulator, faking my sexuality to steal his wife?
In any event, I was not in the mood for a Bible lesson.
“I guess I should go if I don't want to be late for class.”
I started walking toward the door, but then…
“Oops! Damn it! I'm so clumsy!”
What did he want now?
I turned around.
“What is it?”
“The pen got away from me. It must have rolled under the couch. Since you're already up, could you please pick it up for me?"
“Of course.”
I retraced my steps and lowered myself down to find the pen.
With my head much closer to the ground, I realized I was now very close to the man’s bare cock.
There was no doubt in my mind that he was naked under his robe.
He was also barefoot, and his feet, like the rest of his body, looked gigantic and hairy.
I squatted down and tried to look beneath the armchair he was sitting in without it seeming weird.
Well, it definitely got weird.
Christian spread his legs, and I saw the shadow of his large, flaccid cock and balls.
Was I supposed to look closer and get a better view of the family jewels?!
I was already freaking out internally, but his next sentence pushed me even closer to the edge.
I could not believe it when he said: “Get on all fours, now.”
Comments
James
Thanks Thomas! Someone is going to be late for class. 😈
Devin
Yes daddy! Send Grace to work and pound my hole daddy. I think we’re getting closer to him sucking that big dick.
