Featuring pastor and televangelist, John Hagee
CHAPTER THREE: The Wages of Temptation
The Texas sun sank low, casting fiery streaks of amber and crimson through the stained-glass windows of Pastor John Hagee’s private study in his San Antonio mansion. The room, with its dark oak paneling, leather-bound books, and the rich scent of cedar, exuded an air of authority and gravitas. Yet beneath this polished surface, a raw, unspoken tension simmered, electric and undeniable. David Palmer entered with a stride that radiated quiet confidence, his 5’11” athletic frame cutting through the space like a sharpened edge. His framed hazel eyes glinted with defiance and allure as he locked the door behind him, having slipped past Diana Hagee with a casual excuse about discussing sermon revisions.
John sat behind his polished mahogany desk, his stocky 5’6” frame clad in a tailored navy suit, the top button of his crisp white shirt undone, revealing a hint of silver chest hair. The morning’s sermon at Cornerstone Church, a thunderous call for moral fortitude, lingered in his mind, but David’s presence sparked a challenge he wasn’t ready to admit he craved.
“David, this stops now,” Hagee declared, his voice booming with the conviction, his bushy white eyebrows furrowing. “I won’t be swayed by this—this weakness.”
David’s smirk deepened, his eyes locking onto Hagee’s with unrelenting intensity.
“You’re full of fire today, John, but we both know you’re not walking away.” He stepped closer, towering over the seated pastor, and seized Hagee’s suit lapels, pulling him to his feet with a force that nudged his glasses askew.
David’s lips crashed against Hagee’s, the kiss bold and unyielding, his tongue parting the pastor’s lips, tasting the faint peppermint of his breath. Hagee resisted for a moment, his broad shoulders stiff, but a low groan betrayed him as his sturdy hands gripped David’s shoulders, their tongues tangling in a heated, slick exchange, saliva glistening on their lips.
“I’m not some lost sheep you can lead astray,” Hagee growled, pulling back, his voice thick with defiance, yet his stocky frame pressed closer, drawn to David’s lean strength.
David’s hands moved with purpose, opening Hagee’s shirt, the pastor’s broad chest, dusted with silver hair, lay exposed. His hands explored Hagee's chest, squeezing his tits as he moaned. David kissed down the pastor's neck, the skin so warm and supple beneath his lips, flavored with the sweat of the day. His teeth grazed a nipple, biting sharply to elicit a gasp. David's tongue swirled over the sensitive bud, sucking with deliberate intensity, then nipping again, making Hagee’s robust frame shudder. While his hand cupped one of the pastor’s supple breasts, his lips circled around the tender flesh of the other.
“You’re dragging my soul to ruin,” Hagee muttered, his voice a mix of defiance and faltering resolve, his thick fingers threading into David’s wavy hair, urging him on despite himself.
David kissed across his chest and began to suckle Hagee's other nipple, but as much as he would like to nurse on him for the rest of the night, he had a thing of his own that needed to be sucked. David stepped back, unzipping his jeans to reveal his 8.5-inch cut cock—thick, veiny, with a slight upward curve and a prominent, glistening head.
“Kneel, John,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Let’s see how long that fire lasts.”
Hagee’s brown eyes flashed with defiance, his jaw tightening.
“I bow to no man,” he snapped, but his gaze lingered on David’s pulsing shaft, a flicker of curiosity betraying his words.
Removing his glasses, placing them on the desk, Hagee slowly knelt as he faced the thick cock. David watched as Hagee struggled with himself while he grimly guided the dick head toward his mouth. He shuddered before his lips parted, taking the head into his mouth, the salty tang of pre-cum sharp on his tongue. He swirled it around the tip, exploring David’s musky essence, his wide mouth stretching to accommodate the girth. David groaned, hips rocking gently at first, then with more insistence, pushing deeper. Hagee gagged, saliva dribbling down his double chin, his eyes locked on David’s, a storm of resistance and awakening desire swirling within them.
“Keep going, John,” David urged, his fingers tightening in Hagee’s white hair. “Suck it like you mean it.”
The expression on Hagee's face softened, cheeks hollowing, his throat relaxing as he took more, the wet, slurping sounds of his effort filling the room. He bobbed his head rhythmically, lips sliding up and down the veiny length, his tongue pressing flat against the underside to heighten the sensation. The act, so foreign yet thrilling, stirred a hunger Hagee hadn’t known existed. David thrust harder, the head hitting the back of Hagee’s throat, making him choke, spit coating his lips.
The pastor’s fervent mouth worked with growing eagerness, saliva trailing in glistening strands down his full-cheeked face. Hagee’s hands gripped David’s thighs for leverage, pulling him deeper, his throat convulsing around the invading shaft as he fought his gag reflex, tears welling in his eyes from the intensity.
"I know what you're trying to do," David told him, as he looked downward. Hagee rolled his eyes up toward David again.
"You are trying to make me cum so that I can't fuck you." David said as he smiled down at him. "You can work on my cock all you want, but it ain't going to squirt until it has tasted your ass."
Hagee winced but started sucking on David's dick harder and faster, taking more of it down his throat, his nose burying into David's pubic hair with each deep plunge, the musky scent filling his senses.
"I'm going to fuck you like you fuck your wife," David told him as Hagee moaned. "I bet you have secretly been fantasizing about getting fucked by me."
There was a slight hesitation when he heard David's accusation, and David took the advantage. David pulled out abruptly, a slick string of spit snapping between them.
“Stand up. Bend over the desk,” he ordered, his tone sharp and confident.
Hagee rose, his defiance waning, shedding his suit jacket and trousers to reveal his aging body—paunchy midsection, sturdy thighs. David could see the outline of his 6-inch cock standing rigid in his briefs. Hagee quickly removed them, leaving his black socks on before bending over the desk, family photos bearing silent witness as he turned his big white ass toward David. Overcome with lust, David quickly spread his cheeks, and pushed his mouth against the rosebud of Hagee's asshole. Then as Hagee began to wiggle in delight, David started licking his asshole. It was tight, but not as tight as the first time David had fucked the pastor. His cock had stretched his old asshole enough that it would never be as tight again.
David still had to work some to get his tongue inside Hagee's asshole. The old pastor went crazy as David worked his tongue deeper and deeper into him, probing the warm, velvety walls, swirling in circles to loosen the ring further. Hagee started arching his back and bucking when David began to twist and turn his tongue deep inside his asshole, flicking against the sensitive inner flesh, eliciting deep, rumbling moans from him. David's hands spread the cheeks wider, his tongue thrusting in and out like a mini-cock, saliva dripping down Hagee's crack and onto his heavy balls.
Ready for more, David stopped and spat into his hand, slicking his cock until it gleamed. He pressed the thick head against Hagee’s tight rim, the pastor’s body tensing at the intrusion.
“I’m not your pawn,” Hagee muttered, but his voice lacked conviction, his body trembling with anticipation as David pushed in slowly, stretching him with a burning intensity.
Hagee groaned, a deep, guttural sound, the pain of entry giving way to a pulsing, revelatory pleasure as David sank deeper, filling him completely, hips pressing against Hagee’s large, rounded backside. The tight heat enveloped David's shaft, every inch gripped by the slick, pulsing walls. David slapped the pastor’s fleshy cheek, the sharp sting drawing a hiss, a red mark blooming on pale skin. He thrust with deliberate force, each stroke making Hagee’s belly quiver, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the desk. David’s hands gripped Hagee’s hips, spreading him wide to watch his veiny shaft slide in and out, the tight ring of muscle pulsing around him, slick with spit and sweat. He varied his pace—slow, deep grinds that stirred Hagee's insides, then quick, pounding thrusts that made the desk creak, the friction building an intense heat between them.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you, John?” David said, his thrusts quickening, the rhythmic slap of skin echoing through the study.
“I shouldn’t—but I do,” Hagee admitted, his voice raw, the discovery of his own desire breaking through his defiance as David angled his hips to strike the pastor’s prostate, each hit drawing a choked cry, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through Hagee's body. David reached around, wrapping his hand around Hagee’s throbbing cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The pastor’s shaft pulsed, the pink head slick with pre-cum, his heavy balls slapping against David’s wrist in a lewd rhythm.
A sudden knock at the door halted them—Diana’s voice, bright and oblivious, called out, “John, will David be staying for supper?”
Hagee struggled to respond, “He’s—not—” but David slammed into him, cutting off his words with a strangled moan, his ass clenching tighter around David’s cock, the sudden grip milking him deliciously. David smirked, waiting until Diana’s footsteps faded, then pinned Hagee harder against the desk, rutting with unrelenting force. His cock gleamed as it plunged in and out, Hagee’s stretched hole gripping him tightly, the sight pushing David toward the edge. He felt the inner walls flutter and contract with each deep penetration, the slick sounds of their union growing wetter.
“Take it all, John,” David growled, his climax hitting with a low groan, hot cum flooding Hagee’s insides in powerful spurts, filling him to the brim, a trickle escaping as he slowed, his hips jerking with each pulse, the warmth spreading deep within.
Hagee trembled, his cock still hard, his body slick with sweat. David flipped him onto his back, spreading his sturdy legs wide, the pastor’s slick, open hole glistening with cum. Kneeling, David took Hagee’s 6-inch cock into his mouth, his tongue teasing the slit, lapping at the bitter pre-cum. He sucked deeply, his throat constricting around the shaft, the silver hair at Hagee’s base brushing his nose. Hagee bucked, his hands clutching David’s wavy hair, his voice a fractured prayer: “Sweet Jesus, David—deliver me from this!”
David’s mouth worked with skill, swirling the sensitive pink head, then sliding down to suck Hagee’s heavy balls, rolling each one gently in his mouth, tonguing the wrinkled skin and drawing them in fully to savor the salty flavor. The pastor’s moans rose to a fevered pitch. As Hagee neared release, David pulled back, his hand pumping Hagee’s shaft with tight, rapid strokes, thumb rubbing over the slick head. Hagee’s face twisted—eyes squinted shut, mouth agape—as he came, thick spurts of cum splattering his silver-haired chest, one streak hitting his double chin. David leaned in, licking the final drops from Hagee’s softening cock, his tongue teasing the oversensitive head until Hagee whimpered, utterly spent.
They shared a final, sloppy kiss, the taste of cum and discovery heavy on their tongues, before David dressed and slipped out, leaving Hagee slumped on the desk, his navy suit crumpled on the floor. The weight of his newfound desire hung in the air, as stifling as the Texas heat, his earlier defiance now a distant echo in the transformed study.
Disclaimer: This narrative is entirely fictional, satirical, and erotic fantasy. It does not reflect any verified events, actions, or inclinations of John Hagee or any person named David Palmer. It is invented for entertainment purposes only.
