Trusting the deacon of my church

When I was 16 years old one of the deacons in my church convinced my mom my voice and talents were needed for the male quartet in our church.  I have to admit, I’ve always loved to sing. At the age of 16 I had a strong, powerful voice as a teenage male.  I could sing lead, first tenor and harmonies of soprano and alto range.

The summer of 1973 when I was 16 and ready to enter high school a deacon in our church approached my mom that the quartet had an opening due to one of the previous male singers moving out of state.  I  was very eager to travel weekends and go sing with this group of men so I could get away from our tobacco farm in Tennessee and get the opportunity to travel to neighboring counties and use my voice and talents to sing for Jesus! 

After a couple of weeks of practice I had learned the majority of gospel songs the men were singing.  I remember clearly the first road trip was to Cleveland County, Tennessee so a Saturday night singing convention the second weekend in July.  I had never stayed in a motel without my family. I had stayed at a Days Inn in Johnson City when my dad was hospitalized at the VA hospital, but never with adult men who weren’t family. 

We arrived at the motel around supper time so we changed and grab a bite to eat at the Western Steer family restaurant.  To this day I recall odereding achopped State with peppers and onions with a Dr. Pepper.  Between my nerves and excitement I didn’t eat much because I wanted to be in good voice when our quartet sang.  

Honestly, once we got on stage I was in another world.  I had a featured solo and did an amazing job!  We sang 5 songs the first night and sang two sets the following Saturday night.  For a 16 year old kid I was memorized.  

When we returned to the motel room, deacon Tipton when down the road and got a sack of Krystal burgers.  About 30 minutes later two of the men came in from using the pay phone and announced they were driving back to Knoxville that evening.  Honestly, I thought nothing about it.  Deacon Tipton and I finished eating our burgers and watched Mission Impossible on television.  

At this point in time Deacon Tipton announced he was getting a shower.  He left the door open and I could hear the shower running.  A few minutes later he called me from the room and asked me to get in his bag and bring him a clean pair of boxers.  To this day when I think of light blue boxers my mind goes back to the JC Penney Towncraft boxers I dug out of his bag.  When he came out of the bathroom with his boxers on he sat on the edge of the bed and his balls were hanging out of his crotch.  I couldn’t help but look.  I’d never ever seen a grown mans balls.  

Deacon Tipton suggested I get my shower.  I remember using his bar of Irish Spring soap. When I picked up the soap there were small pieces of his body hair on the soap.  As I fingered the hair my cock became rock hard!  

Once I got out of the shower I put on a clean pair of Fruit of the Loom, white briefs.   

When I walked back into the room deacon Tipton was drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels.  He offered me a swig and I took it.  I had never drank alcohol ever in my life.  

We got in bed and continued to watch Mission Impossible.  Gradually deacon Tipton started rubbing my leg and getting closer and closer to my boy cock I was in a trance.  

The next thing in knew deacon Tipton pulled his boxers off and put my hand on his man cock.  He was uncut and I had never seen an uncut dick before.  He told me to kiss him....of course I did.  He told me he had wanted me in bed for the longest......I was beyond thrilled.   The next thing that happened was nothing like I had ever experienced in my life.  He pulled my briefs off and in one swift movement he swallowed my cock.  He sucked my boy cock while playing with my nipples.  ASI wiggled and squirmed I was in heaven.  

As he continued sucking my cock he started finger my virgin boy hole.  I was in another world.  Next, he picked me up and had be to stand on the bed.  He guided my ass over his face and had me to sit on his face.  Deacon Tipton had a thick mustache that felt amazing on my hole.  The more I whimpered the deeper his tongue invaded my hole.  

The next detail I recall was heading the lid pop off the Vaseline jar and landing on the night stand.  Mr. Tipton kissed me and told me he was going to fuck me.  He was patient, caring and fingered my hole and got me opened.  He directed me to sit down on his cock.  I relaxed and was able to sit all the way down on his thick 8” uncut dick.  That night he fucked me three times.  

Once I was totally exhausted he wrapped me in his big bear arms and snuggled with me the entire night.  

I knew as a big man with a deep voice I had always been intrigued with him.  As we drove home the next day he stressed the importance to me I could never tell anyone what had happened between us.  To this day that’s one promised I kept.  

More to come about me and Deacon Tipton.