Why wouldn’t he? However, one lonely weekend at the lake house with a then-short and stout nineteen-year-old boy who didn’t know how to take a hint I got him in the restraints and hung him upside down on the underside of the deck. Gay porn I knew what they smelled like, but after awhile of holding my breath, I was desperate for air. We ain’t lying down to do this.” Brother Lee growled, slapping my face with his hefty dick underneath his big belly. Not like from the congregation, but from someone I knew from time gone by.“Why Brother Hercules, I’m glad you’ve decided to join us tonight.” He said with his hung and bass voice failing to match his sinewy redbone frame.“It wasn’t like I had much of a choice, now did I?” I growled.“Don’t you now, Brother Hercules?” He said plying tongue-and-cheek.“Very funny, what the hell do you want?” I demanded, and after I got the words out I saw it was the choir director, Brother Quentin Stevens.I had never seen the man up close before, only just behind the pulpit in his room with his back turned to the audience directing the group of wannabe crooners.“Why in the hell you and your dick looking at me like that?”“Brother Hercules, you
