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Educating an Evangelical Youth By Wolf
My family was members of a very fundamental evangelical religion. I was raised on the hell fire and damnation. Almost everything anyone can do is a sin. I was made to feel guilty about every thought I ever had. I was forced to confess my sins in front of the congregation on Sundays.
It was bad enough to confess steeling an extra piece of pie, but when I reached the age of puberty and discovered the pleasures of self-gratification I got caught by my mother, and was forced to confess having played with my pines in front of the congregation. I was ashamed to go to school the next day. I was forced to endure a barrage of teasing the rest of my days in middle and high school.
My parents insisted that I go to the Bible College supported by the church. It was not even an accredited college. The most they could turn out was potential ministers and wives for the new ministers.
When I arrived on the campus I was assigned a room with another young freshman, named Jacob. It turned out that Jacob was not as pious as his namesake. While I was tortured because there was no privacy, and I couldn't play with myself. Jacob was not bothered with any concern for propriety.
Jacob was very horny and able to seduce almost any girl he wanted to. He managed to bring girls up to our room some way or another, even though the girls were housed in another dorm on the other side of the campus, and had no business even being on the male side of the campus. He didn't even bother trying to hide his lust from me. He would fuck them while I sat at my desk trying to keep myself busy studying. The stench other those girl's pussies filled the room. It was enough to make me sick.
I went to the dorm supervisor and asked to be reassigned to another room, without snitching on Jacob. I was told that there was only one room available. I accepted the transfer without question. My new roommate was named Matthew. I moved my meager belongings into his room.
Matthew was happy to have a roommate. For a few weeks we got along famously. We discussed our homework assignments and studied the bible. The subject of sex became a subject of conversation regularly. I told him about why I asked for a room reassignment, because Jacob was always entertaining girls in our room. I told him that the smell of their sex disgusted me, and that was why I asked for a room reassignment. Mathew told me that he had no use for girls either. He did admit having strong sexual desires. I asked him what he did about his desires, and he informed me that he jacked-off a lot. I was too shy to admit that I jacked- off too.
The longer I listened to the religious teachings of the college the more I wondered about the truth of their teachings. I couldn't accept that the earth is only six- thousand years old. Everything I had seen visiting places like the Grand Canyon and the national forests convinced me that the earth was eons of years older than they taught in this college. That led me to question about their literal interpretation of the King James Bible. Reading some Jewish text brought up the existence of Lilith before Eve. The King James Bible begs the question of where the females Cane and Able produced families.
The college preached the same condemnation of sex that is not for reproduction as a sin. Guilt was their way of controlling the students.
That night I pretended to be asleep while Matthew lay on his bunk jacking-off. I didn't say anything the next day about what I had witnessed. The next evening Matthew didn't even wait for bedtime to sprawl on top of his bunk and proceeded to jack-off. It disturbed me because all of my life I had been told that I would go to hell for doing such things, just the same I was fascinated by the sight of my roommate masturbating openly.
It was a small room, and it was only a few steps to his beside. Matthew reached out and took hold of my wrist, and pulled my hand towards his cock. I was reluctant to touch it, but the warmth of his flesh was too tempting. I couldn't resist wrapping my hand around the shaft of his cock. I could feel the blood pulsing through his cock. I started stroking his cock for him. While I was jacking him off he unzipped my pants and reached in to pull my cock out of my boxer shorts. I stood there like a fool pulling on his cock while he was pulling on mine.
When I tried to point out all of the places in the bible where it condemned homosexual behavior Matthew pointed out just as many passages where it implied that Jesus was also homosexual. He pointed out that in the Jewish community of the time he should have been married by the time he was twenty. He also pointed out that in the writings of the time when Aramaic language referred to men and women knowing each other it meant marriage or carnal knowledge. He pointed out that in the Bible it describes that the twelve apostles had a hard time understanding the true meaning of the sermon on the mountain, so he took them into the wilderness to get to know them. He also referred to writings left out of the Bible because they eluded to things the Council of Nicea could not accept as a reflection of the Bible they wanted to be made public, a case in point the Bible never identified the fallen woman Christ challenged that let the man without sin cast the first stone, but the council allowed it to be interpreted that the woman identified as Mary Magdalen in the next chapter as the fallen woman to discredit her as a disciple or heaven forbid his wife. After all they were perpetuating a male dominated church. They refuse to accept woman's roll in the church on the grounds of them committing the original sin.
His logic made since to me. Why should I feel guilty about something that felt so damned good.
We jacked each other off until we both came. Matthew's cum landed on his belly, and my cum also landed on his lower belly. He rubbed it into his skin like it was a skin lotion.
As soon as we cleaned up and turned the lights out, I felt guilty as I struggled to get to sleep. Matthew assured me that what we had done was completely natural. I tried to tell myself that I would never do that again, but I couldn't resist Matthew's advance the next evening. For a couple of weeks Matthew took every opportunity to suck my cock long enough to empty my scrotum of cum. When I was comfortable with him sucking me off he suggested that I suck his cock too. I was reluctant to do it, but felt that if I was going to let him suck my cock I should return the favor.
The first evening he sat on his bunk naked with his legs spread to make room for me to kneel between his legs. It was strange to smell his crotch. I studied every wrinkle on his 5-inch dick before I ventured licking his cock. When I started sucking his cock, he placed his hands on the back of my head to encourage me. When he came in my mouth it was strange tasting cum for the first time. I was confused about my feelings, it didn't taste that bad, but I was faced with the acceptance that I was a cock sucker.
We started taking turns sucking cocks and even mutual sucking every night. Matthew started me one night by sticking his finger up my ass while he was sucking me off. That led to a discussion about anal sex. The idea that he was talking about sodomy went against everything my family had taught me about mortal sin.
Having him playing with my asshole while sucking cocks, was exciting though. I had accepted that I liked sucking cock, so why not find out if sodomy was my cup of tea too.
Matthew volunteered to let my fuck him first. So he lubricated my cock and his asshole before prostrating himself across his desk facing the open window. I stepped up behind him and spread his cheeks as I inserted my cock into his asshole. I clung to his hips while pounding his asshole. He was moaning with pleasure. When I came in his ass it was the most mind blowing experience for me. I knew that I had to find out what it was like to experience having my ass fucked.
Matthew coached me how to relax my sphincter to reduce the discomfort of being penetrated the first time. He assured me that the more I was fucked the easier it would be. When I prostrated myself across his desk and he penetrated me, I was thankful that no one was close enough to our second story window to hear my bleating moans. My asshole was sore for days afterwards. In time I got used to being fucked though.
One day Matthew insisted on me joining him for a bus ride. We caught the bus heading from the campus down the main street for several miles. When we departed the bus he led me several blocks west and a right turn past several houses, until we approached a small bungalow with a steeply pitched roof. It actually looked like and English cottage.
Matthew knocked on the thick door, and I was blown away when the door opened. It was our English Literature professor, Mr. Cooper. He looked like the proper Englishman. He was a little taller than us, slender and with a trimmed full beard. He was wearing one of his typical treed sports jacket with leather patches on the elbows, casual slacks, and comfortable light brown loafers. He was smoking one of his bent stem pipes with a Lucite bit. It took me back to see our professor in his home.
He invited us in, and offered us tea. We couldn't refuse the offer, even though we would have preferred a soft drink. His living room was not very large. There were only an overstuffed red leather sofa, and a red leather wing-backed chair There was a modest entertainment center, but the walls were covered with bookcases. The room smelled od old printed paper books.
When Mr. Cooper noticed my interest in the books on the shelves, he proudly showed his collection off to me. His collection was very eclectic. It ranged from Shakespeare to Mark Train. I didn't even know the Mark Twain had written some pornographic books under his real name Samuel L. Clemens. He even showed me some lithograph books from the late 19th century. They were pictures of the emerging middle class engaging in all manner of drunken sexual behavior. He even showed me and extensive illustrated collection Canterbury Tales. While I was flipping through the pictured Mr. Cooper placed his hand on my ass and gave the left cheek a squeeze.
It shocked me, but at the same time I sprung a boner that tented out the front of my pants. Mr. Cooper couldn't help noticing my response, and he used his other hand to feel the bulge in my pants. I just stood there looking at the pictures while he played with my dick.
Matthew got up and approached us. It came as a complete surprise when he unzipped the front of Mr. Cooper's pants and fished out his cock. I must say I was impressed with size of his cock.
Mr. Cooper's cock must have been at least 7-inches long with a typical scar where the foreskin had been removed at birth. The head had a thick purple around it like a helmet. There were several dark pubic hairs sticking out of his open fly. Matthew knelt in front of him and I watched as all of his cock disappeared down Matt's throat. My attention was interrupted when Mr. Cooper kissed me on the mouth.
I had never been kissed by a man before, let alone, by a bearded man. The mustache tickled me under my nose. While I was recovering from the kiss Mr. Cooper unfastened my pants.
I was wearing baggy kaki cargo pants that fell to the floor around my ankles. The boxer shorts fell too, as soon as the snaps were pulled open. It was embarrassing to be standing there with my English professor playing with my cock while my roommate was sucking his cock. The books were forgotten.
Mr. Cooper pulled his cock out of Matthew's mouth and turned me around, and draped me over the arm of the sofa. He spit on my asshole, and I knew what he was planning to do. Matt's cock was nowhere near as large as Mr. Cooper's. My asshole had never been stretched as much before. I have to admit that it was hard to keep my mouth shut while he fucked me. He was talking dirty the whole time. He was telling me that I had a tight ass. And as good a fuck as any boy he had ever fucked. The funny thing was by the time he came in my ass, I had squirted cum all over the arm of the chair.
We spent the afternoon sucking cocks. I watched as Mr. Cooper fucked Matthew too. By the time we headed back to the dorm I had sucked for of their cocks after they had fucked each other. As dirty as it seemed, it was exciting.
I learned that there were a lot of students and teachers that were very amenable to disregarding the churches objections to sodomy. I enjoyed four years of sex with men and boys. Upon graduation I couldn't return to my home town at all. I sought out a job on the west coast, and never looked back.
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