Dominic Young Vol. 1 – Chapter 2 – No Half Steppin

I almost literally grew up in the church. My stepfamily spent as many evenings on the church campus as we did at home. There is a full calendar of events to go to, often several on the same night. My mom insisted on going to as many as possible. I swear she would have gone to the Young Married Women’s group, or Expectant Mothers if they had let her in. It’s a wonder she didn’t start drinking 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 start their new church in Bankhead, my mom decided I should go with them. I wasn’t thrilled, to say the least. I didn’t want to leave my friends behind and I wasn’t sure about the guys down there. I’m not a snob, really, but middle class black families are not like guys growing up in the projects.

There was nothing to do to change her mind, though, and Deacon Johnsyn offered to drive me. Actually, he seemed strangely enthusiastic about the idea, but I didn’t think anything about it. They are starting a new 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 turned out to be way different than I thought, though. I couldn’t even begin to imagine.

I won’t deny I’m sheltered. I haven’t done much to un-shelter myself. I said I’m a good Christian, at least I try 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 good Christians don’t let themselves think about! I don’t think about girls, either. The Bible says lust 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 ready to get married.

Anyway, after my first Sunday service, after social hour was over, I was getting ready to go home and Deacon Johnsyn said we had to do my baptism. I reminded him that I did that ten years ago, but he said it’s different at Fruits of Life. He said he was going to introduce me to a whole new level of salvation, but I shouldn’t tell anybody. This was just between 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 Young Adult Sunday School class, yet.

So we go into this room with white draperies and a really tall bed that he calls an altar. He told me to get undressed, but I didn’t see 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 butt hole and, Lord help me, it felt really good. After I got over being shocked and grossed out, it felt better than anything I ever felt before. Like, really really good!

But then he stood up and started pushing his penis up inside me. That hurt but I let him do it. I mean he’s a Deacon, right? But then that started to feel good, too. I started realizing that I like Deacon Johnsyn a lot. I mean I don’t have any uncles and he’s my stepdad’s best friend so it’s like he’s my stepuncle. I just realized that I’ve always really liked him. He wears this aftershave stuff that I always liked but I didn’t realize that I guess it smells sexy. I mean I really like it and the way his body 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 inside 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 stiff and I think bad things.

Yesterday, he took me to Pastor Cali’s house, but I didn’t know that’s where we were. Deacon Reign was there and he and Deacon Johnsyn tied a piece of satin stuff over my eyes and led me into another room. There was a man there. He wears aftershave, too. It’s different from Deacon Johnsyn’s but it smells nice and manly and it makes me tingly all over. When he spoke I recognized Pastor Cali’s voice.

Pastor Cali said some stuff about faith and trust that I can’t remember now because, all of the sudden, I was on my knees and Pastor Cali was holding a book that I think was a bible. It smelled like a bible, you know? But his cock was lying there on the pages and it was stiff and he wanted to put it in my mouth. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, after what Deacon Johnsyn did. I was, though, but I let him have sex with my mouth. Then he stood me up and bent me over another bed thing and put his cock in my ass. Except this time I was expecting it and it felt so good! It was really long and fat and stretched me open but I’m learning to let it happen. Deacon Johnsyn calls it “opening myself up to the Lord’s work.” After what seemed like a long time his cock squirted inside me and he said I was blessed with his seed. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t think I should, but I want it to happen again. Maybe with Deacon Johnsyn, since I like him best. I prayed and asked Jesus what to do, but praying about it and telling Him what happened just made my cock hard again so I guess it must be ok.