Israel Angel Vol. 1 – Chapter 1 – Altar Call

When Pastor Cali invited me to join the new church that he wanted to found in the Westend, I was honored. I run a youth center here in Bankhead and the youth here are in dire need of the kind of role model that a man like Pastor Cali can provide. When he described the kind of youth ministry he had planned for his church, I was more than honored, I was deeply excited by his ideas. Young men in this part of town all too often live hard lives surrounded by temptation of all sorts. Pastor Cali and I have plans to bring the young men under our ministry into a righteous intimate relationship with the Lord and make them understand the value they have to us and to the community.

Israel is a good boy. He comes from a loving stepfamily, with two parents, which far too few of our young congregants can claim. His stepfather spends a lot of time on the road driving a truck, though, and now that Israel is a young man he needs a stepfather figure. With his mother’s help, I got him interested in the community center and he’s one of our most active members. Now it’s time for him to take the next step. With his mother’s encouragement, I convinced him to come to church. I can’t say how pleased I was when he came down for the Altar Call today.

Pastor Cali knows I have a special bond with Israel so he let me take him. Israel was the only one to come down today, so I brought him straight back to the anointing room after the service. I have waited so long for this moment. Ever since the first time I walked out onto the basketball court at the center and saw him shirtless, his dark chocolate skin glazed with sweat, his muscular young chest heaving with the exertion of the game, my heart almost stopped, and my cock twitched in my pants. The longer I watched him the bigger it got.

I never thought the day would come when I would have this chance, but there we were. I explained to him that in order to be truly saved he must give not only his soul but also his body to the Lord. I instructed him to remove all of his clothes, except his underwear, to prepare himself to enter the anointing room. The Lord blessed me with the vision of this gorgeous youth in the tightest white jockey shorts imaginable. Honestly, it should be illegal for young men to wear boxers. Young men with beautiful bodies should be proud of their gifts and show them off.

The way Israel’s ass and cock swelled in those briefs were testament to God’s grace that he created something so beautiful. I told Israel to climb up on the altar. I could tell that he was somewhat confused, but he did as I said. I reached out to touch him and his skin was as soft as velvet over firm young muscles. I slid his shorts down over his broad hips and the sight of his ass made me gasp with pleasure. Surely, God created such an ass for a man as blessed as I am to fuck.

I pressed my face between his hard round cheeks and tasted paradise. Soon I was working my thumb into his tight untouched entrance. He gasped and whimpered but he didn’t resist me. I anointed his body with holy oil, making it shine like it did that day on the basketball court. Stroking every inch of him, hoping I was igniting the same desire in him that the sight and touch and scent of him had already lit in me.

When I removed my pants and stepped to the head of the table, he knew what was expected and took my swelling cock into his mouth without being told to. As wonderful as the sensation of his clearly inexperienced efforts were, I wanted much more. I guided him to his knees and joined him on the altar. The time had come to welcome him into our flock. I placed the head of my cock against his tight hole and pressed in, feeling the warmth of his body surround me. His gasps of surprise and discomfort as he gave himself up to me were like the sounds of angels. I put my arms around him, holding him tight, as I let loose my holy desire to breed him hard and deep with the spirit of the lord.