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Writer: NinePlus
Subject: FIFTH STREET BAPTIST CHURCH
Story Codes: Blasphemy, Sacrilege, Gay, TS, Racism
Fifth Street Baptist Church
My name is Deacon Jackson. I’m the head Deacon of Fifth Street Baptist church. Like many black Baptist churches, we could be located in the heart of any black community in America. And like most of the elders in our church, we are always trying to steer our black youth in the right direction. Especially our young male black youth.
As we say in the church, “These young niggers are going crazy.”
And who can blame them, knowing the history of Black Americans. Our forefathers were sold into slavery by white men. He was stripped of his name and religion. He was told he was dumb and backwards. But the one thing the white man could not take from him was the black man’s big dick. But you have to admit the white man sure knew how to make the best of a strong black man. Put him in the fields to work, but more importantly to reproduce
You can’t deny it, white people. You gather around with your families and watch with amazement as a strong black male, you called them “bucks,” or “bulls,” fuck a young nigger wench … until you thought she would become pregnant with a nigger baby — Isn’t that true, white people? — And you did this for hundreds of years.
White man, you even did it yourself. You had your way with select niggers wenches. You can’t deny it. You fuck them in front of their families. And your friends, whenever you wanted to. Then you did the unthinkable. You grabbed a young buck, and you did everything to him. You did this for hundreds of years. It’s no wonder these young niggers are running wild in the streets today.
As if that was not bad enough, the black family was given your religion. Yes, the black man in America is all screwed up. But the black church, like Fifth Street Baptist, is doing all it can to save our young black males.
As head Deacon, I am often approached by black mothers seeking help in guiding their sons. So, I resort back to a proven therapy that has been working for hundreds of years — case in point.
Ms Black, the mother of Jerome Black, age fourteen, found some porn magazines under his bed. She brought them to my office, and we talked. Ms Black is a single mother. Jerome’s father ran off soon after he was born (that no good nigger doing what he was taught). And now the black church has to deal with the son.
Jerome Black, fourteen-year-old, six-foot-five-inch black male. Very dark complexion. Not too bright. We talked, and he said he wants to be a doctor.
“Now, who the fuck is he kidding,” I answered.
I size the young nigger up. I see potential, but it’s not in medical school.
Ms Nicole Fay, a white transgender woman, very pretty with blonde hair. And yes, she loves herself some big nigger dick. You may ask how I met Ms Fay? All I can say is our ministry leads us into strange places.
The following is a path down one of those strange places.
“Nice seeing you, young man.” I said, “Your mom wants me to talk to you about sexual issues. tells me you are asking questions, and she feels it would be best that I address them with you. I just want you to know that the entire deacon board and I are here to help. That’s why I ask you to meet me this Sunday in the church basement. And what better way than to face your demons than with me, Deacon Jackson, the deacon board chairperson. Come, let’s walk over here to the corner and talk.”
Brother Leroy appeared from the shadows.
“How was Ms Nicole Fay, my dear brother?” I asked.
“She was fucking great … as always, Deacon,” replied Brother Leroy as he walked by us, zipping up his fly and stepping fast to join his family upstairs in the church chapel.
The young man seemed hesitant to walk any further, but with a fatherly arm over his shoulders, we moved forward to the corner.
“He has nothing to fear, for I am with him. Face your demons head on, for I will be with you every step of the way,” I told him.
Jerome had never been down in the church basement, because we were now standing in front of the church’s ‘glory hole’ section. Some brothers in the church called this area the ‘resurrection area’.
I’ve watched many black men clinging to the wall while one of our cum catchers, particularly Ms Fay, drains every ounce of cum from their balls. But I digress.
As we stand there. ”See, there is nothing to fear,” I said, “It’s just you and me here. But I must say Ms Fay is also behind that wall, and she knows you are here too.”
I can feel the young man tremble with fear.
“Calm down, my son,” I quickly tell him, “We will face your demons together. Let’s take a step closer to the wall.”
I remind him I am a ‘Man of God’ and I know what’s best for him. We take another step closer to the wall.
Suddenly, in the middle of the wall, a double door opens up waist-high. And there she is, Ms Nicole Fay sitting in a chair. Her blonde hair down below her shoulders, her full lips painted with a blood red lipstick. A sexy smile greeted us. I have a strong grip over Jerome’s shoulders, steadied him to face his challenge. He is directly in front of Ms Fay, and I begin to pray.
Two minutes later, Ms Fay has her noose rubbing against Jerome’s stomach — his ten-inch, black dick is buried in Ms Fay’s mouth. Her soft tongue is sliding under his hanging sperm full balls.
Jerome pants are down to his ankles. Jerome is holding on to the two grab bars I had installed so maximum leverage can be applied. Jerome’s black ass was rotating around like it was two weeks before he went to therapy. I watch with amazement as Ms Fay’s sexy mouth slowly slides from base to the tip, and back to the base. Words of encouragement came from my mouth about Jerome’s huge dick.
“Go ahead, Jerome. Let Ms Fay resurrect you back to life. That’s why she’s here. Don’t that feel good?” I said, ”Look down at her, Jerome. She’s a real cum snatcher, and the Fifth Street Baptist is lucky to have her.”
Just as I said that, Jerome was shooting one of eight jet streams of cum into Ms Fay’s hot mouth. And there you have it. Another black buck lifted in prayer by our resurrector, Ms Nicole Fay, doing the hard work.
THE END?