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I nearly literally grew up in the church. My stepfamily spent as many evenings on the church campus as we did at home. There is a total calendar of events to go to, constantly a few on the same night. My mommy insisted on going to as many as possible. I vow she would have gone to the Youthful Married Women's group, or Expectant if they had let her in. It’s a wonder she didn’t commence so she could “recover“ and go to AA meetings. Anyway, I was born a “good christian”, and got saved and baptized when I was nine. Deacon Johnsyn knew that. He was there. When Pastor Cali and Deacon Johnsyn left to go commence their fresh church in Bankhead, my mommy decided I should go with them. I wasn’t thrilled, to say the least. I didn’t want to leave my buddies behind and I wasn’t sure about the dudes down there. I’m not a snob, really, but middle class black families are not like dudes increasing in size up in the projects. There was nothing to do to switch her mind, though, and Deacon Johnsyn suggested to drive me. Actually, he seemed strangely ecstatic about the idea, but I didn’t think anything about it. They are kicking off a fresh church and I guess they need all of the help they can get. I’m not too keen on being a “Good Example.” That’s like taking the Peach Pass Express Lane to becoming a social outcast. Everything revved out to be way different than I thought, though. I couldn't even start to imagine. I won't turn down I’m sheltered. I haven’t done much to un-shelter myself. I said I’m a Fine Christian, at least I attempt to be. I’m not stupid, though. I know what sodomites do together, at least I think I do, but it’s one of those things Fine Christians don’t let themselves think about! I don’t think about girls, either. The Bible says eagerness in your heart is a sin, so I don’t have any sexual experience. I figured I would think about that later, after college, when I’m well-prepped to get married. Anyway, after my very first Sunday service, after social hour was over, I was getting well-prepped to go home and Deacon Johnsyn said we had to do my baptism. I reminded him that I did that 10 years ago, but he said it’s different at Fruits of Life. He said he was going to present me to a entire fresh level of salvation, but I shouldn’t tell anybody. This was just inbetween me and him and the Lord. I thought that was strange but he’s a deacon and I’m just a boy. I’m not even in the Youthful Adult Sunday College class, yet. So we go into this bedroom with milky draperies and a truly tall sofa that he calls an altar. He told me to get undressed, but I didn’t witness a baptismal pool. I thought it was in another room. Next thing I know I’m lying on that altar and he’s licking my arse fuck hole and, Lord help me, it sensed truly good. After I got over being perplexed and grossed out, it sensed nicer than anything I ever sensed before. Like, truly really good! But then he stood up and started shoving his salami up inwards me. That hurt but I let him do it. I mean he’s a Deacon, right? But then that started to perceive good, too. I started realizing that I like Deacon Johnsyn a lot. I mean I don’t have any and he’s my stepdad’s bestie so it’s like he’s my . I just realized that I’ve always truly luved him. He wears this aftershave stuff that I always luved but I didn’t realize that I guess it smells sexy. I mean I truly like it and the way his figure smells, too. His thing was in my ass, he says it’s a cock, but anyway, I was just like lost in his smell and the feelings inwards me. I realized that I guess he was taking my virginity, but we were in the church so it must be ok. But now, every time I smell him, my…cock… gets rigid and I think bad things.
I nearly literally grew up in the church. My stepfamily spent as many evenings on the church campus as we did at home. There is a total calendar of events to go to, constantly a few on the same night. My mommy insisted on going to as many as possible. I vow she would have gone to the Youthful Married Women's group, or Expectant if they had let her in. It’s a wonder she didn’t commence so she could “recover“ and go to AA meetings. Anyway, I was born a “good christian”, and got saved and baptized when I was nine. Deacon Johnsyn knew that. He was there. When Pastor Cali and Deacon Johnsyn left to go commence their fresh church in Bankhead, my mommy decided I should go with them. I wasn’t thrilled, to say the least. I didn’t want to leave my buddies behind and I wasn’t sure about the dudes down there. I’m not a snob, really, but middle class black families are not like dudes increasing in size up in the projects. There was nothing to do to switch her mind, though, and Deacon Johnsyn suggested to drive me. Actually, he seemed strangely ecstatic about the idea, but I didn’t think anything about it. They are kicking off a fresh church and I guess they need all of the help they can get. I’m not too keen on being a “Good Example.” That’s like taking the Peach Pass Express Lane to becoming a social outcast. Everything revved out to be way different than I thought, though. I couldn't even start to imagine. I won't turn down I’m sheltered. I haven’t done much to un-shelter myself. I said I’m a Fine Christian, at least I attempt to be. I’m not stupid, though. I know what sodomites do together, at least I think I do, but it’s one of those things Fine Christians don’t let themselves think about! I don’t think about girls, either. The Bible says eagerness in your heart is a sin, so I don’t have any sexual experience. I figured I would think about that later, after college, when I’m well-prepped to get married. Anyway, after my very first Sunday service, after social hour was over, I was getting well-prepped to go home and Deacon Johnsyn said we had to do my baptism. I reminded him that I did that 10 years ago, but he said it’s different at Fruits of Life. He said he was going to present me to a entire fresh level of salvation, but I shouldn’t tell anybody. This was just inbetween me and him and the Lord. I thought that was strange but he’s a deacon and I’m just a boy. I’m not even in the Youthful Adult Sunday College class, yet. So we go into this bedroom with milky draperies and a truly tall sofa that he calls an altar. He told me to get undressed, but I didn’t witness a baptismal pool. I thought it was in another room. Next thing I know I’m lying on that altar and he’s licking my arse fuck hole and, Lord help me, it sensed truly good. After I got over being perplexed and grossed out, it sensed nicer than anything I ever sensed before. Like, truly really good! But then he stood up and started shoving his salami up inwards me. That hurt but I let him do it. I mean he’s a Deacon, right? But then that started to perceive good, too. I started realizing that I like Deacon Johnsyn a lot. I mean I don’t have any and he’s my stepdad’s bestie so it’s like he’s my . I just realized that I’ve always truly luved him. He wears this aftershave stuff that I always luved but I didn’t realize that I guess it smells sexy. I mean I truly like it and the way his figure smells, too. His thing was in my ass, he says it’s a cock, but anyway, I was just like lost in his smell and the feelings inwards me. I realized that I guess he was taking my virginity, but we were in the church so it must be ok. But now, every time I smell him, my…cock… gets rigid and I think bad things.
Added: 2025-08-11 • Views: 17 • Duration: 17:16
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