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Preparing for bed, I slipped on my robe and knelt down, saying my nightly prayers. My mind was troubled. Reverend Spencer quietly slipped into the room, came up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders, moving down, rubbing lower and lower. He asked me what I sought that night? I told him I continued to struggle with impure thoughts and urges. I had grown up in a home and was taught that sex was evil, but I wanted sex, no, I craved it. Worse, I craved it with men. I knew my stepfamily would torment me worse than they already did, especially my stepdad. Reverend Spencer asked me if I was willing to submit so that he could guide me? With comfort knowing that relief was coming, I agreed. Reverend Spencer continued to rub lower down to my butt, telling me that I did not need to struggle, that my desires can be a sacred gift. The reverend lifts up the back of my robe, exposing my underwear, rubbing my buttocks with the tips of his fingers, sending chills all over me. I kept thinking, how could anything that feels so good be so wrong? Already in a state of desire and lust pumping throughout my body, Reverend Spencer also told me that my sacred gift is to be shared by all men of the priesthood, letting me know that I will be fulfilling my deepest desires and lust for men like him. His last directive of sharing my sacred gift with the priesthood, fulfilling my deepest desires, gave me goosebumps all over, but I still did not know what all that meant. I knew this was a hell of a lot better than the way I was raised.Reverend Spencer moved his fingertips inside my underwear, slowly pulling them down while still rubbing my ass. He slid my nightshirt up my back and I started panting as the reverend continued to tickle my body, kissing me on the back of my neck. The reverend took my nightshirt off of me while continuing to grope and kiss me. I got brave and turned my head back, kissing Reverend Spencer more than a little peck, we actually used our tongues like in the movies. He started tweaking my nipples and I felt a tingling inside me, my need was growing fast. As the reverend continued to kiss me, he also began to play with my hole, nibbling on my ears, holding me close, groping and moving his hand down to my cock, stroking it, and then I heard a noise. I realized I was moaning, whimpering, and knew I was putty in his hands. Wasn’t this wrong like I was taught? Damn, I did not care, I loved it.Reverend Spencer ...More
