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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

[SS-273] Church Quitter


[CHURCH QUITTER]


Mrs. Ybañes rolled her eyes, "oh my gawd. That Mr. Redford is here."

Mr. Ybañes looked at the man she was referring to. He was walking mindlessly on the concrete a few meters away from them. He wore a tight muscle shirt that highlighted his bodybuilder frame. His skin tight jeans showed his meaty thighs.

"Ugh. The evil faggot that brainwashed our assistant church leader, Dav," Mr. Ybañes muttered in disgust.

A few days before their church-wide anti-LGBT march, Dav expressed that he no longer wanted to join the rally and was going to leave their religious group. Dav said he found love with the dashing, handsome and muscular Mr. Redford.

This intensified the hate and the movements of their against non-heterosexual unions. 

Mr. Ybañes stood up from the picnic mat. "I will give him a piece of my mind."

His wife nodded, "yes, show him the wrath of god."

Mr. Ybañes closed in on the man. However, as they came to the thickets of the park, Redford disappeared. 

He looked deeper and after a minute, Redford reappeared, naked except for his designer briefs.

The family man was stopped in awe. The faggot was an awesome creature, with smooth skin almost bursting with hot muscle.

Redford eyed him squarely, lips curling in seductive position. Then the stud started walking deep into the greens of the park where noone else was around.


Their chase led them to the tall grass area. He made sure that he was a few meters away from the man.

Redford turned to him, "are you following me?"

Ybañes walked slowly to his target. "Yes, I need to tell you that you will be punished for what you did to our Dav. You will burn in hell."

Redford scratched his guy, "oh. You are one of those that made him unhappy. Don't worry. Dav is doing fine. I found him a hot boyfriend."

Ybañes gasped, "you are a monster!"

Redford laughed, "he also told me that when he saw my dick!"

"God have mercy on your faggot soul--"

Even before he finished his curse, Redford sealed his lips into a kiss. He tried to resist but the feelings overwhlemed him. The man hugged him tight. The hard, warm muscles that enveloped him made him scared and happy at the same time.

"Do your faith. Leave me alone. Leave Dav alone," Redford mildly warned and then walked away.

Ybañes swallowed as he watched the stud's ass move farther away. But the stirring inside him, awoken by the forbidden kiss remained inside the family man. He took it back to the picnic grounds then back to his home, then to his room where he remained motionless even if his wife initiated lovemaking.

The next day, he found himself knocking on the door of the Redford residence.

The door was opened by the muscleman. His feelings started flooding his body. The heat caused his crotch to tighten.


Redford smirked. "You seem... converted. Why are you here?"

Ybañes kissed the man hard. "To fuck you."

Redford touched his shoulders. "Very well." He was ushered in. The door was closed but it was not able to contain the voices of pleasure that emanated from the inside.


After a week, Mr. Ybañes announced his exit from his church and from his marriage.

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