My friend Israel joined. He started acting differently and I knew something must be up. One night, he, our friend Reggie and I, were over at Jamal’s house. His dad works nights and he has the house to himself. Reggie is twenty one so he bought a bottle of bourbon. We all got totally shit-faced drunk. Jamal passed out on the sofa and Reggie left to go home. It was just me and Israel. We went out on the porch for some air. Jamal doesn't have A/C in his house. That’s when Israel told me.

Pastor Cali and Deacon Johnsyn convinced Israel that the only way to get truly saved was to be anointed with oil and accept the elders' sacred seed into your body. Israel is getting ass fucked for God sakes! I don’t know. I never went to church but I don’t think it works that way. Israel is all into it, though, he said that he wasn’t at first, but now getting fucked by Pastor Cali makes him feel the Spirit of the Lord all deep inside of him. I’m not going to argue with him. The thing is, I have a secret. I like guys.

I knew what my homie Israel was feeling with a dick in his ass didn’t have anything to do with the Lord, even if I hadn’t done it yet myself. I thought there weren't any gay guys in our neighborhood. I don’t even know where to go to meet guys like that, and I don’t have my own car to get there anyway. After that, I decided it was time for me to join the church.

Deacon Johnsyn is hot as fuck! He’s not even just hot for an old guy. He’s just a total stud! Luckily, Israel was so drunk he didn’t remember what he told me. I don’t know how I would have explained joining the church after I knew it meant letting the men fuck me. But the next Sunday I just tried to shuffle down the aisle and not act as excited as I was.

Pastor Cali said a short prayer with me and told me to sit in the first pew. Nobody else came down that day.I don’t know what happens if they do. It was just me, though. I also wasn’t sure it would be Deacon Johnsyn doing my ritual, but it was. Pastor Cali is not exactly bad looking, either, but Israel says the pastor has the biggest dick he’s ever seen. I didn’t know if I could take that my first time.

Deacon Johnsyn sat down beside me and we talked. He wanted to make sure I was committed to my faith and willing to do anything he asked me to do. He said the path to righteousness is not easy and requires faith and obedience. He asked if I was willing to do absolutely anything he asked. Of course, I said “yes.” Then he took me back to the Baptism Chamber. It had white curtains all around and a sort of bed thing in the center that the deacon called an altar, but it looked more like a massage table.

Up until that point, I really wondered if Israel had told me the truth. I mean, he wouldn’t lie about letting the deacon fuck him I don’t think, but he was really drunk. That room must look really strange to guys who don’t know what’s up. I knew right away that altar thing was where Deacon Johnsyn was going to take my cherry. Right away he told me to take my clothes off and climb up on the altar.

He started stroking me all over and giving me looks like a hungry wolf. Then he rubbed oil all over my body, even on my feet. What Israel didn’t tell me about was him spreading my cheeks open and putting his face right into my ass, trying to get his tongue into my hole. That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. He could tell I was enjoying it and told me to stroke myself. Finally he pulled me to the edge of the altar and pushed his cock into me. He stretched me as wide open as he could and started thrusting and out. It might not be the Spirit of the Lord but I wanted to yell every time he went all the way in. Then he let out a grunt and I felt warm and wet inside and I knew what it was. Deacon Johnsyn can bless me with his seed anytime he wants.