Deacon Tipton

As a kid growing up in church I can’t remember not singing. I leaned at an early age folks liked to hear me sing. I was in the children’s choir, I sang in Christmas plays, started piano lessons when I was in the third grade . My entire family was blessed with musical abilities. My grandpa was a southern Baptist minister and my sisters had a good voice and sang in the church choir.

My piano teacher also taught me voice lessons. I was able to sing female parts of soprano and harmony parts of alto… ..One summer a deacon in our church, Mr. Tipton approached my parents and said he wanted to organize a new quartet. This man was a long time family friend. He left our church and moved across the county to be the music director at a different church. Mr. Tipton was very handsome. He had jet black hair, hairy arms and always wore dress trousers and the wide collar leisure suits in the 1970’s. His day job … he was an insurance agent and traveled a great deal viewing properties, approving bids for repairs, damages, etc. He drove a cherry red Ford Mustang. As a teenager… I definitely paid attention to cars and when I saw him driving his car… I knew some day I wanted a nice car like his.

Mr. Tipton approached my parents one Sunday after church at our table at the Western Sizzling. This was the most popular Sunday eating place after services. I was surprised that Mr. Tipton knew so much about me. He knew I took piano lessons, that I placed saxophone in our marching band and he knew my grandpa was teaching me how to chord a guitar.

Mr. Tipton spoke directly to my dad… my mom listened, but it was obvious that the conversation was between my dad and him. They chatted and I picked up on the conversation that he would stop by our house tonight at Sunday evening services. My mom mentioned she had made a coconut pound cake and would have a fresh pot of coffee ready when they came to visit. Sure enough around 8:30 I saw Mr. Tipton pull up our driveway in his brand new Mustang. My father stepped out on the screened in front porch and greeted Mr. Tipton and invited him in to the living room. They made small talk about Tennessee Vols football and the conversation moved to his original idea of me singing with this new group he was organizing. Apparently Mr. Tipton had sang with other male quartets but the group he was leaving was just too old. Mr. Tipton was probably forty maybe forty five years old. He was the youngest singers in his present group and he told my dad the others just didn’t want to travel so much on the weekends.

My mom spoke up and said she wasn’t sure about it. My father immediately interrupted my mom and told her … it would be a great opportunity for me and my goals. My dad wanted me to go to Carson Newman or Belmont University in Nashville.

After a great deal of the conversation between my father and Mr. Tipton was back and forth… .eventually Mr. Tipton looked me straight in the eye and said… .I’m sorry, Randy… .we haven’t even asked you what you think about all of this. I looked at his warm smile and his smooth baritone voice… I was mesmerized. I found my voice and simply said… I love music, I love to sing … .and I looked at my daddy and said, if you allow me to join this group daddy I would love to sing with these men. I remember my mom excusing herself to the kitchen to get a serving tray for the coffee and cake.

Mr. Tipton walked over and knelt down in front of me. He placed his hand on my knee and said… son, go play something for me. I immediately moved to the piano my grandpa bought me when I started lessons. It was an upright piano with the a mirror across the top. I sat down on the bench… .started playing from memory my newest favorite song… .”It Won’t Be Long” by Andrae Crouch. For a negro singer… .I liked his music. I was surprised when Mr. Tipton started singing the first verse. My dad smiled. At first my father wasn’t sure if a colored black man singing gospel music was appropriate for me… but once my grandpa spoke his opinion… .and said his music was from the soul… .my dad didn’t question me listening to Andrae Crouch and spending my money to buy an album of a black artist. But if I wanted to buy Roberta Black or Natalie Cole… .absolutely not… .only gospel music was acceptable of black artists.

My mom served cake and coffee. Mr. Tipton sat beside me and I was very excited for this opportunity to spend time with this wonderful man. You see… I knew I liked men. My high school English teacher opened my eyes to appreciate a handsome man. I didn’t know what to do with these feelings… .but I knew I wasn’t interested in girls.

After a couple of weeks we decided Thursday night was our practice evenings and every other Sunday afternoon… .as long as there wasn’t any church activities, funerals or other events the other men had to attend.

Our first month I learned my role singing within these three men. Steve was the youngest member. He was maybe twenty-eight. He sang base and had a rich tone. The other member was Lewis. He was tall, handsome and I’m sorry… I couldn’t ignore his thick crotch in those polyester pants. Lewis always wore boots. He worked at a tractor supply store and he sold farm equipment. He drove a new pick up truck and had a thick mustache. He reminded me of the Marlboro guy in the cigarette commercials.

These men were great. Everyone had an amazing voice. But I had never been around me who smoked and drank. My mom definitely would not approve but I knew it was best not to tell her.

We worked up about six songs that we could sing from memory. Lewis insisted we not look at sheet music… but to look at the audience. These men were handsome… loved to make eye contact with women and I was surprised to see how they acted after a singing or a revival with girls, women and gave hugs, winked and laughed so open and freely. In my mind… they sure weren’t acting like Christian men I thought they were.

One night we were going to sing at a Saturday night convention in Chattanooga. About three hours from home. Mr. Tipton talked to my dad and said… depending on how late it would be… we might stay at a hotel and drive back on Sunday. My mom wasn’t thrilled with me not being home and missing church at my home church. But my dad had the final say and Lewis told me… .I knew your dad would be fine with us staying.

After the concert we went to Shoney’s for a late dinner. Mr. Tipton ordered me a hot fudge cake and he used his spoon and took a bite of my dessert. I dropped some ice cream on my matching tie we all wore… .he reached over… .slipped the tie out of its knot and dabbed it with some water. He rolled it up and placed it in the breast pocket of his sports coat. He winked at me and said… .it’s ok… I’ll buy you a new tie. He leaned in close to me and whispered… .son, I’ll buy you anything you want. My lord… I was shocked how sexy his voice sounded. I sat beside him and felt my cock get hard in my grey slacks.

We finished our meal. The other guys took off in Lewis’ truck. Later I discovered they went to the liquor store and bought some Jack Daniels. We got in Mr. Tipton’s Mustang and he reached over and took my hand and placed it on the gearshift. He told me when he tapped my finger to shift gears. I had driven my papaws truck with a stick on the post, column. But a car like Mr. Tipton’s was awesome. As we pulled into the motel he went to the office and got the key. We were on the second floor of the Scottish Inns. I really handed stayed in a motel that much. Each summer my dad, papaw and me would go to Atlanta to a Braves baseball game.

We got in the room and I asked about Lewis and Steve. He said they were in another room. When I realized me and Mr. Tipton, Fred is his first name… .we’re alone I was excited and some what nervous. He started to undress. He took off his clothes and left his v neck tshirt on and his jockey underwear. He folded down the comforter and I told him I needed to use the bathroom. I came out of the bathroom and he had turned on the television and had the show on Mission Impossible. I loved Peter Graves. He was a handsome man.

Fred told me to get comfortable. I took off my shoes, socks, grey slacks and my maroon shirt. I wasn’t wearing a t shirt … .all I had on were my powder blue low rise briefs. Honestly, my cock was a semi and I was about to get a hard on. Fred patted the pillow beside him. He smiled and I melted. I got right beside him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Kissed my forehead and told me … .as men… we can do whatever I needed , wanted… .but we couldn’t ever tell anyone about our friendship. He placed my head on his chest and said..I promise I won’t say a word. At that moment I climbed on top of his chest and put my crotch in his face. I knew exactly what I was doing. He cupped his hands on my ass and squeezed. I scooted down his body and kissed him … .his neck, his nipples and worked my way down and got to his underwear. He raised up and pulled them off. I placed with his balls… ran my finger over his cockhead and he just moaned, Next then I did was kiss his cockhead. He was leaking precum and I loved it.

He moved his hands and pulled my briefs off. He swallowed my cock and used his tongue to swirl around my head. I whimpered. He worked my cock and I shot my first load in the back of his throat.

He kissed me. Told me he loved drinking my cum. He got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He came back with a tube of KY jelly. He told me he was going to fuck me. He grinned and said… yes sir… .he inserted one finger… .slowly worked my boy pussy. He added a second finger. By three he told me to straddle his waist. I sat down on his fat cock and just let my ass get use to his thick pecker. My friend Thomas… a guy in band had always said he wanted to fuck me… but I knew I wanted a man… not a boy to be my first.

Fred kissed me. Told me he loved me and that he had wanted to do this for as long as he could remember. I trusted him. He was so loving. His hairy balls felt good against my ass. I did all the work. He told me he was close and I started to bounce up and down on his thick tool. It felt amazing when he shot his load deep in my ass. He rolled me over. Put a pillow under my ass and he placed his mouth on my cum filled hole and he sucked his cum out of my boy pussy. I had never imagined anything so great. We laid in bed and watched television. He made love to my ass three more times before morning. We took a shower together. As we walked to the car… he told me we needed to check on Steve and Lewis. For some reason Fred had a key to their room. As he unlocked their door we walked in and Lewis and Steve were in sixty-nine position sucking each others dicks. Fred told me to undress. All three men took turns sucking my rock hard cock. Lewis was so thick… and he was uncut. He begged Fred to fuck me. Fred shook his head… said absolutely not. For years the four of us sang, traveled and fucked… but Fred was the old one who fucked my ass.