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Deacons & Choir BoizThe announcer stood and walked to the lectern. She started as always with, “Good morning St. Simon’s! These are our announcements. Please govern yourselves accordingly.” She launched into a slew of updates to which many of the congregants took interest. When she said, “The Deacons Mentoring Fatherless Young Men Group will be meeting this afternoon,” a few ears perked up from the choir stand. There was Ali, who was light-skinned, and about to enter the tenth grade sitting next to his best friend Tristan who was in the same class and had a pecan complexion. Ali whispered, “Are you ready?” “Been ready,” winked Tristan.In another row sat Cody, Devin, and Jalen. They all giggled and discreetly poked one another. Cody was heading to eighth grade while the other two were going into the ninth. “Hush,” hissed the music minister. The p*****ns sat up straight and paid attention.Now, the youth choir stood and gave a powerful rendition of Hezekiah Walker’s ‘Every Praise’. The lead singer was a baritone by the name of Micah who also happened to be the upcoming starting quarterback for the next school year. All the girls were enthralled by the tall, toned standout player. And, there were a few of guys that were just as intrigued. The entire congregation respected him. He was not only an amazing athlete, but boasted a three-point-seven grade-point-average. His mother and father clasped hands as they watched their youngest and only son take the church to heaven.After the glorious song, Pastor Brown stood and began his sermon. It was a mighty call to action that had folks swaying, calling out in unison, and clapping their hands. Finally came the benediction. The mass of people spoke to one another and hugged. Deacon Davis kissed his wife on the cheek and told her he had to get the van ready. The six-foot-two, one-hundred-ninety-eight-pound, caramel-skinned, thirty-one-year-old, Sheriff’s deputy wandered away from his betrothed. The crowd was dispersing. Davis, a mechanic brought the church bus elazığ escort around to the front. There were four other deacons waiting with the five adolescents they mentored. The passengers loaded into the van. Once Davis started driving, Deacon Williams, who was thirty-seven, five-eleven, two-hundred-pounds, dark-skinned, and a sheriff’s deputy, barked, “Alright, mentees! Pass your cell phones up now!” Each of the choirboiz sent up his mobile device.Deacon Jackson, the one-hundred-sixty-pound, five-eight, dark-skinned, police detective, dressed in a dark green suit opened each Android and removed the batteries. He placed the contents of each into separate plastic bags. Then forty-six-year-old pulled the brown-skinned Devin next to him. Devin giggled as the much older man went in for a deep tongue kiss. While all this was happening, Deacon Hall was smooching up Ali. The fifty-one year-old, dark-skinned, six-three, two-hundred-thirty-five-pound, retired Army colonel squeezed the ass cheeks of his redbone younger lover. Ali gripped Hall’s bulge and cooed about how much he wanted it when they got to the farm. Hall said, “You’re gonna get it too, faggot!”The final grown man was Deacon Carter. He owned and ran the farm where the group was going. At forty-four years of age, five-feet-ten-inches, and two-hundred-nine-pounds, the brown-skinned man already had his eight-inch dick out. Choirboi Tristan was sucking it with fervor. Carter encouraged his cutie pie to keep going.Deacon Davis sped along to the outskirts of the city.This overnight trip was under the auspices of Deacon Jackson. He had put together a nice camp of all the attendees he thought. Since he and the other deacons were married, they had to plan these trips carefully. Usually, their meetings were only for an afternoon. But, it was summer, so they could get away with a sleep away trip. The van turned down the unmarked lane. It finally came to a stop in front of double-wide four-bedroom manufactured home that sat erzincan escort in the middle of a secluded part of the 100-acre farm. The passengers disembarked. Deacon Carter unlocked the door to let the group members inside. He and Jackson had been there earlier that morning. Jackson pointed to the singers to the table in the dining area. There were five juice boxes, five pills, and five covered containers filled with two-tablespoons of peanut butter. Jackson announced, “Choirboiz! Eat the peanut butter first, then take the tablets with the juice.” The boiz complied.After the mentees had done as told, Jackson continued, “You know the rules. Strip down!” The youngsters undressed. “Now go into the master bedroom,” he pointed, “And put on those costumes. Be back out here in ten minutes.” The deacons laughed as Davis poured out E&J for each of them. Jackson extracted the wine coolers from the fridge that the boiz would be drinking. The men headed into the living room where the 60-inch LCD TV was playing video of a slim thug fucking a thick bodied high yellow tranny.The choir boiz emerged from the master bedroom wearing imitation Hooters-girl style outfits. The deacons hollered with approval.The first to stand was Deacon Williams. The little, sexy Cody ran to him. They embraced. Cody pulled out Williams’ nine-inch, dark, deputy dick. “Oh yeah, choir boi! Suck on that dick!”This was the impetus for all the rest to begin the amorous night.Williams and Cody moved to a bedroom and on the mattress Cody threw up his attractive little booty. The substantial piece of meat was drawn to the caramel ass that twitched in front of it. Cody grabbed a bottle of poppers that was on the mattress. Every bedroom had a fresh vial of poppers on a mattress. He sniffed it hard. Williams stuffed his dick in the choir boi. “Take this dick, boi,” Williams yelled. Cody backed up on it with ease. They banged.Davis beckoned for Jalen. “I’ma fuck you right here,” the mechanic said. Jalen moved closer escort bayan to the now exposed ten-inch dick. Jalen bent down and Davis thrust his meat into Jalen. Jalen screamed with pleasured discomfort. Jackson tossed Davis another bottle of poppers. Davis caught it and handed it down to Jalen. The sissy opened it and inhaled. Davis’ big member went in. “Oh, shit,” barked the man. “That young boipussy is so tight!”“Fuck me,” cried Jalen. “I love your big grown man dick in my little faggot ass!”“Hell yeah! That’s my li’l fag booty hole. Take it!”Deacon Jackson led Devin to another bedroom. “You ready for this,” inquired the detective.“Yes, deacon,” opined the dainty, slender Devin.“Bend on over!”“Yes, sir!”Jackson pulled down the tiny orange shorts covering Devin’s delectable bottom. The older man rubbed his eight-and-a-half-incher before stabbing his bitch with it. “You’re such a faggot bitch,” Jackson shared. “I love this tight hole!”Devin whined, “Fuck my young faggot boi ass!”“Hell yeah, hoe! All mine!”Deacon Carter by this time had snatched up Tristan. He had the choir boi sucking up his thick, seven-and-three-quarter-inch, beer-can-thick, tool. Tristan fell flat onto the mattress in the bedroom. He reached for the poppers. Carter waited. Tristan took a huge whiff. “That’s it boi,” Carter remarked.“You want this sissy ass pussy,” the choir boi checked.“You know I do,” confirmed the land owner.“Then fuck me!”Carter pushed inside his gorgeous pussyboi. “Goddamn! You take this dick better than my wife,” yelled Carter.Tristan cooed, “I’m so glad! I hate Mrs. Carter! She’s so mean!”“I know! And she’s a dumb, stupid, bitch too!”Meanwhile…Deacon Hall led Ali to the remaining empty bedroom. There, the big, huge muscle-bound deacon scooped up Ali. He slammed the sissy on the mattress. “Love those boi titties,” Hall announced.The chunky, bright-skinned bottom boi readied himself for the onslaught.Hall went into missionary style.“Oh, young bitch! Take this grown dick,” Hall demanded.“I’m your li’l fag,” Ali wailed.“Ahhhh! Yeah!”“Fuck me!”The nine-and-a-half-inch snake invaded Ali. “Fuck it,” Ali whined.“It’s all mine,” Carter delighted.The deacons took their choir boiz with amazing delight. The couples of grown men and young sissies fucked repeatedly until the sun rose.
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