Sin Studies S2 E7 | We commit sins in the one place we shouldn't (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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For lack of better words, I felt like a pile of flaming dog shit when I woke up. Thinking about going to church makes me want to throw up, and staying in bed instead burns something in my core. 

It just keeps going further and further. This time last year, I was a model member of the flock. Frustrated, sure. Repressed, definitely. However, I followed the word of God and there's at least pride in that. 

Now? Sinful thoughts destroying the relationship with my girlfriend. Acting on my urges before marriage. 

Sexual relations with another man.  

Brandon surely woke up with the same thoughts too, because I had received a message from him at 5 am. 

“God has his way of making his intentions known.” 

We could read every version of the bible from front to back and we still wouldn't find the verse that says it's okay to eat your friend’s ass out. 

And nowhere are we going to find the part where having an orgasm while doing it guarantees you your entry to heaven. 

I fucking hate this oral fixation that I developed. Really, it's Brandon’s fault. If he didn't do it with Clara, then Jenny wouldn't have heard about it, and then I wouldn't have been tempted by it. 

The wicked taste of flesh though, is a powerful spell. Even in bed, I can imagine flicking my tongue through the lord’s design of every crook and crevice. 

Do not masturbate to this. Do NOT masturbate to this. Do NOT MASTURBATE TO EATING ANOTHER MAN’S ASS.

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself and sit up. “FUCK!” I say more loudly into my hands. Goddamn sinful thoughts! 

If I stay home, I won't be able to resist the urge to combat my morning wood. So instead, I put on my nice clothes, and headed to church. That's what that place is for, right? 

I expected it to be empty, since it's 6am and usually the seniors start filing in at 7:30 or so. I figured an hour of prayer was a reasonable start to cleansing myself of all that's happened. 

I'm guessing that's what Brandon figured too. I saw his car in the parking lot, and a part of me felt relieved that I wasn't the only one feeling this intense guilt. 

“I've missed you.” 

Not Brandon's voice. Not a man’s voice at all actually. 

“I've missed you too, but we're not a good match.” I hear Brandon’s voice. I quietly close the gigantic door behind me and scan the room for their voices. 

“We are a good match. We're both… imperfect,” Clara says. There. I spot two figures almost hidden by one of the church’s large pillars. 

They're quite far from me, but the resonance of the high ceilings acts as an amplifier for their discussion. 

“I still love you, Clara,” Brandon brushes her hair back, “but I can't just have what we had before. That’s not going to work for me.” 

“All we have to do is wait a year to get married.” I watch Clara touch his chest, and they kiss delicately. 

“I'm okay with waiting for all the way, but I'm a man, Clara.” Blood pumps in my veins as Brandon cups Clara's hand over his crotch. “I have needs. These are God’s desires speaking through me. Don't you feel it too?” 

“I do.” 

I do too. 

“I don't want to have to be on my knees and beg each time. It's humiliating,” Brandon continues. “It's not what a man should have to do.” 

“I know,” she says. The unholy ambiance intensifies as lust compels her to rub him.

“And I've made you cum so many times. Can't you see that that's what the Lord wants? How it feels so natural?” He surrounds her body by placing his hands on the pillar. 

Jesus Christ. I look at the large wooden cross hanging on the wall as Clara sinks to her knees. They're really going to do this here, of all places. 

“Uh…” His moan echoes in the stone cavern. “Once we let go of the shame, then we can really understand each other…oh… forgive me Lord, for I have sinned.” He turns to the cross, his face contorted with conflicted pleasure. 

I watched Brandon whisper prayers to himself, then he kisses the cross around his neck. Then, he takes off his polo shirt and brings his girlfriend back up. They made out passionately, while he removed her panties from under her flowy skirt. 

“Oh, Brandon!” Her voice pierces through the church’s careful silence. Brandon places her on the pews, and I see just her legs in the air. Her legs, and his face warped with demonic hunger. “OHhh!” 

He indulges fully into her, eating her out as if she was made of sugar. True to his own advice, he masturbates himself, fueling his knowledge on how to please a woman. 

“Ah!” Her hand grabs the back of the pew. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!!! Ah!!!!” Her orgasm sings loud praises at Brandon’s tongue work. “Oh…oh…” 

“Blow me.” Brandon emerges, his chin wet. He plants a foot on the wooden bench, and his rock-hard dick juts out like a powerful sword. “Oh! Fuck! Yeah, suck it, babe.”

He can’t stop looking at the cross, no matter how much tantric pleasure he's in. I could tell that he wants to finish, but the shame doesn't let him. 

“Terence?” 

Suddenly, Brandon is looking straight at me. 

“You keep sucking.” He guides her head. “It's okay. It's just Terence.” He grimaces at me as he gets blown. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to pray,” I say, awkwardly standing up from my hiding spot. He looks down at my tightened trousers, and then closes his eyes. 

“Help me cum.” 

I was drawn to their sinful act. My feet floated across the polished floor until I was beside my friend. 

“She's not sucking right. You know, women need the same thing as we do. If you eat her out, she'll suck me better. And I think Clara here,” he pulls her head off his junk. His swollen red tip rubs on her lips, “has heard the stories from Jenny.” She licks his dick while looking at me, then bunches her skirt up to reveal her bare bottom.

“Fuck.” I move to the other side and caress her soft skin. “This is infidelity, isn’t it?”

“Do it,” Brandon says to me. I lower myself slowly, confirming again and again that this is what they truly want.

Then, the thirst in my bones obliges me to look at the task at hand instead, and my oral fixation comes back in full throttle. 

“MMMm!”

“Oh… yeah… that’s good, babe. Oh, you're taking it so deep now,” Brandon says. “Just like that. Eat her out, man. Make her cum for me.” 

Her moist flesh reacts to my tongue's array of attacks, and the sexual energy flows from Brandon to her to me, and then from me to her to Brandon. 

“Oh fuck, I'm close. I'm fucking close. Lord, forgive me for this.” 

“MmMMmM!” I feel her approach the same point. I unclasp my pants and touch myself, connecting their pleasure with mine. 

“Oh Jesus… fuck…”

“MMMMMmMMm!” 

“MMMm!” She climaxes on my face and the sweet taste of that sets off my orgasm. My hot seed pumps into my best pants, and I hear Brandon reach his point of no return too. 

“AH! Fuck!” He grunts loudly, and I feel her body push into me from the force of him humping into her mouth. “Jesus…fuck!”

“MMMm! AHhH!” The chorus of us moaning melds into one harmonious sound in the large space. The cold figures on the wall reflect our sinful acts back at our sweaty bodies. 

“What time… is it… fuck, we have to clean up…” Brandon says. There's still shame on his face, but there's also bliss. “I'm serious, you guys. It's 7:25…”