The preacher

My name is Ben, being gay was a curse as far I was concern. My Christian background forbids it. My father being a pastor, he never failed to condemn it whenever his opinion was sought. Without making any research on my own, I followed suit; I would argue the topic anywhere and condemn anyone who supported the gay lifestyle. I would usually tell any gay man I met that he was marked for destruction on earth and would inevitably end in hell after life. Like Saul in the bible, who later became Paul, I would persecute anyone with the weapon of my mouth.I was so good at convincing anyone who cares to listen that gay people are possessed by the demons. Whenever I saw a gay man in my way or in a gathering, I would pray for his soul. I felt too righteous in the sight of gays and lesbians, receiving sometimes dirty slaps and rock breaking punches for my stand against them. But I took that as a plus because I felt I was being persecuted for doing the right thing and I knew I was going to get a reward from God for my good work.


When I was done with school, I relocated to Chicago from Florida, I just did not like it there anymore. I wanted to try a new environment and Chicago seemed to be the perfect place for me. As soon as I got to Chicago, I started scouting for jobs and it did not take long before I could pin one down. I was so busy with work and barely had time for myself; four months into the job, I got the gist of it and became relaxed. As I earned good money to throw around, I soon began to go to clubs and bar with friends. I was really enjoying my life, I had no one to spend my money on, the other members of my family were all doing great financially.

Whenever I go to club, guys always come around me, making some funny advances; they often say they find me attractive. I am sorry for not describing myself earlier: I’m a guy of average height, black hair, grey eyes, a bit chubby with fat ass and thick nipples. One day I was provoked by some guy in the club so I punched him in the face. Prior to that day I had never fought with anyone but I was very much ready to fight this time because I was provoked beyond more than what I could take. I can remember that night, how I was bouncing like Mohamed Ali in the middle of the club, calling a much stronger guy to a fight. I knew a punch from him would knock me out and a second would kill my body, soul and spirit. I did not care, I felt I had a chance, the alcohol in my system was energizing me, giving me a false belief. To my greatest surprise, the guy I had challenged walked away without retaliation. This left the watching crowd disgusted, but seeing him leave the club, I felt like a champion. Then I asked for more drinks and while sipping my beer, I thought about how easy it was to make a statement that people will respect for the rest of their lives At this point I felt like kicking somebody’s ass to prove that I am one tough guy who can not be messed up with. After a few more drinks, I decided to go home; as I walked out of the club, I felt as tall as the incredible hulk. I enjoyed looking intimidating and no one said anything as I left. Once outside, I walked straight to my car, you have to be more vigilant, I said to myself, because my car was parked in a fairly dark place. When I got to my car, I saw the guy I had punched in the club waiting for me… For a moment I was terrified because I did not expect to see him waiting for me after having received a punch. I thought he would be scared and never come near me again, but there he was waiting for me. As I drew closer to him, a tiny voice in my head asked me to retreat, but a louder voice screamed and asked me to attack him. I am sure that was the voice of the alcohol I drank. The loud voice was more convincing, so I did as it had instructed, hence I charged forward to punch the guy again but this time he was very much prepared. He held my hand with his left hand for some seconds and looked at me fearsomely, with fire in his eyes. At this point I knew there was trouble, the alcohol in my system cleared off within the few seconds he held my hand and the next thing I heard was boom, a rocky punch had landed on my face and the world around me was all darkness, that is as far as I can remember.

When I opened my eyes, I was in bed in my own apartment, with a wet towel on my forehead, so I tried to think hard to remember what had happened… Then the whole incident came back to me, slowly playing in my head, and I concluded that a good Samaritan or someone who knew me had brought me home after the incident. But why was I being tied to the bed like someone crucified? I question myself aloud and a voice replied: “Oh! Honey, are you awake?” I was shocked to see the guy who knocked me
out with a punch. He was in my apartment and he was even wearing my robe.When he got to the foot of the bed, he let down the robe to reveal his cock; it was massive, his cock fit his huge masculine body, he stared at me for a while, wearing a very beautiful smile on his face.Even though I knew there was trouble coming, I could not figure out what makes a devil smile at his victim. But I was not going to go down without a fight, so I ordered him to let me loose as I struggled to get off the rope that he tied me with. While struggling I discovered he was getting an erection; the more I tried to escape the harder is cock became. Without wasting further time, he jumped into the bed,removed my pants and tore my shirt to reveal my bare chest. He then rushed at my nipples like a hungry suckling baby, he sucked and licked them until I had erection too. Then he began to stroke my erect cock with his hand as he sucked my nipples; at this point all my defense had been broken because it felt so good, but I still pretended to be protesting. Soon enough he slowly moved from my nipples to my cock, he tasted my pre-cum and told me it was nice, then he began to suck my cock so passionately that I saw all the planets spin around my head. While he sucked me dirty with some deep throat technique, he caressed my iron hard nipples; soon enough he had me moaning and screaming very loud, but he calmly asked me to keep my voice down.The feeling was so good that I begged him to untie me because I needed to hold him and play with him too. Without hesitation he agreed and we got into a 69 position. I held his massive 10-inch cock in my hand, giving him a blowjob in the best possible way I could. To my surprise, he liked what I was doing even though I was doing it for the first time. After a while we changed position, this time he asked me to go on my knees while he rimmed my ass with frenzy, his right hand doing some magic with my cock! Soon enough I let go my sperm and I collapsed in my cum on the bed but he did not stop, he continued rimming my ass and running his fingers all over my body. In about a minute he reached out for a lubricant, because he came prepared, and soon started to work magic with the lubricant in my ass.

First, he started with a finger and then two and when he made it to three, I felt terrible pain but I could not stop him because we were not friends and I did not want to get him angry. On the other hand, I was kind of enjoying what was going on… When he attempted four fingers I cried aloud and asked him to stop, which he did without saying a word. He reached out for the lubricant and applied more on my soft ass and with the speed of lightening he drove is giant cock inside of me! I screamed and cried bitterly,hitting the bed several times. He did not thrust any further, he was relaxed, we remained in the doggy position for a while, doing nothing, and as soon as I had calmed down he started to trust me slowly, still painfully, When he noticed that I had began to enjoy it, he increased the tempo of his thrust and as my level of cooperation increased, he fucked my virgin ass for twenty-five minutes before exploding his cum on my back and letting out a loud cry in the process. As soon as he came, I collapsed on the bed lying on my stomach and he did the same. After about three minutes or there about, he went to the bathroom and came back with water to clean the blood stain in my ass; while he did this, I could not move, I was feeling pain in my butt and I was exhausted too, so I slept off. While sleeping he turned me on my back and started playing with my cock again, he sucked me till I had an erection, then he lied on his back applied some lubricant on his ass and ask me to fuck him. Though in pain and very tired, I could not just let go such an opportunity, so I fucked him really hard. The harder I fucked him the more he yearned for an encore. After about twelve minutes, I reached orgasm, exploded and slept off till the next morning. When I woke up, I was in pains but managed to search for him in my apartment. He was no where to be found, he was gone with everything intact in my house, he did not take anything not even money. Recalling all that had happened, I knew he was a nice guy, so I went out in search of him. It is not until three months that I found him. I apologized for the punch I gave him in the club and he apologized for adopting me and making love to me against my will. At that point I stopped him and planted a kiss on his lips and asked him to come with me to my house. He did so, we fucked three times that day and we have been fucking since then! We are going to be married in a month time. I am the luckiest man on earth because I have Dave in my life. He has showed me love sweeter than honey and I am as happy as the wind, being gay is also a blessing and not demonic, I am proud to be one.

Story by Abis

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