Growing up, my life revolved around the church. My family spent countless evenings on the church campus, attending a packed schedule of events. My mother was particularly enthusiastic, eager to participate in as many activities as possible.
I was raised as a devoted Christian, saved and baptized at the age of nine. Deacon Johnsyn was present for these milestones. When Pastor Mr. Cali and Deacon Johnsyn left to establish a new church in Bankhead, my mother decided I should join them. Reluctantly, I agreed, despite my reservations about leaving my friends and the familiarity of our old community.
Deacon Johnsyn offered to drive me, his enthusiasm puzzling but unquestioned. I was apprehensive about being a “Good Example,” fearing it would isolate me further. However, my experiences at the new church were far from what I anticipated.
I admit, I’ve led a sheltered life, adhering to my Christian values and avoiding thoughts of lust or desire. My first Sunday at the new church took an unexpected turn when Deacon Johnsyn insisted on a private baptism. Confused but compliant, I followed him into a room adorned with white draperies and a tall bed, which he referred to as an altar.
What followed was a blur of shock and unexpected pleasure. Deacon Johnsyn’s actions, though initially unsettling, awakened feelings I hadn’t known existed. His scent, his touch, and the intimacy of the moment left me conflicted yet yearning for more.
Days later, I found myself at Pastor Cali’s house, blindfolded and led into a room where Pastor Cali awaited. His words about faith and trust faded as he guided me through an intimate ritual, similar to what I had experienced with Deacon Johnsyn. The encounter left me craving more, despite my internal struggle.
Now, I find myself torn between my faith and my desires, unsure of how to reconcile the two. Prayer offers little clarity, as my thoughts continually drift back to these intense experiences. I seek guidance, hoping to understand the path I’ve been led down.
Baptist Boys
No Half Steppin DOMINIC YOUNG Vol. 1
Growing up, my life revolved around the church. My family spent countless evenings on the church campus, attending a packed schedule of events. My mother was particularly enthusiastic, eager to participate in as many activities as possible.
I was raised as a devoted Christian, saved and baptized at the age of nine. Deacon Johnsyn was present for these milestones. When Pastor Mr. Cali and Deacon Johnsyn left to establish a new church in Bankhead, my mother decided I should join them. Reluctantly, I agreed, despite my reservations about leaving my friends and the familiarity of our old community.
Deacon Johnsyn offered to drive me, his enthusiasm puzzling but unquestioned. I was apprehensive about being a “Good Example,” fearing it would isolate me further. However, my experiences at the new church were far from what I anticipated.
I admit, I’ve led a sheltered life, adhering to my Christian values and avoiding thoughts of lust or desire. My first Sunday at the new church took an unexpected turn when Deacon Johnsyn insisted on a private baptism. Confused but compliant, I followed him into a room adorned with white draperies and a tall bed, which he referred to as an altar.
What followed was a blur of shock and unexpected pleasure. Deacon Johnsyn’s actions, though initially unsettling, awakened feelings I hadn’t known existed. His scent, his touch, and the intimacy of the moment left me conflicted yet yearning for more.
Days later, I found myself at Pastor Cali’s house, blindfolded and led into a room where Pastor Cali awaited. His words about faith and trust faded as he guided me through an intimate ritual, similar to what I had experienced with Deacon Johnsyn. The encounter left me craving more, despite my internal struggle.
Now, I find myself torn between my faith and my desires, unsure of how to reconcile the two. Prayer offers little clarity, as my thoughts continually drift back to these intense experiences. I seek guidance, hoping to understand the path I’ve been led down.