I Was Read by a Saved Mason in the Works of a Church

This is less a story and more an absolutely true account, no videos this time.

I was looking for a job at the old VivaLocal, which used to be a really good classifieds site. (Laughter) In fact, my deviants website started because I ran out of vivalocal.

A guy contacted me -- he was a bricklayer, married, working on an annex building inside the temple of a Presbyterian church. He said that I wanted to get mad but couldn't get out.

And I came to the place, and he was alone; for it was not a day of service.

We walked through the church premises. The temple itself was still there, intact with its benches and altars and statues. It was right next door connected to the temple. He left me in the middle of it and went out doing something at the back. Then he came back. I confess that I wanted to ask him for sex in front of the altar nearby, but I didn't say anything because I was afraid of giving up on him.

Then we walked into one of the rooms under construction. Ground is dirt, cement has fallen down, walls are still rising, smell of dust and wood. He told me to take off my clothes and already lowered me on his knees in that gravel on the floor I started sucking him up and he holding my head put it in my throat gave a kiss in my mouth and kept punching at my mouth Kneeling in the gravel with his bag beating against my chin I could feel the taste of sweat and stink from someone who worked all day and the odor of work.

Then he stood me up and bent over, leaning on a scaffolding. He used the spit of my pacifier and some spittle from him, and already began to penetrate me without condoms. That married man inside the premises of a church. I felt his stick go in burning open. It didn't hurt like other times but it was strong. It was weird, the place preached against homosexuality and "adultery", and in there on that set a married man and some slutty pervert were having sex.

And then he let me go, and his dick slipped out of my ass half-soft with a fucking wire. Then I got down on one knee again in the gravel and sucked it so that his cock would be clean. The taste was like shit mixed up to my own butt. He just stood there looking at me,

When it was over, I didn't even clean myself. I got dressed quickly with my ass still running or joking but feeling proud of taking a married man's dick inside an evangelical church or whatever. He then walked me to the exit. Unlocked the lock, looked at the street and sent me out. Didn't say anything. Just closed the gate again.

The next week he asked me to come again, but I couldn't.

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