If you look at my past comments, from time to time I mention this story of when I almost became a pastor. If you want a quick breakdown feel free to check my history. This is part 1 of a long story.

Back when I was younger I was really into the church. My parents were not overly religious, no one "Pushed" me into the church, I decided to go with my brother and best friend in order to meet "good girls". Which oddly enough means I joined the church and consequently left the church because of women. As I went into church chasing tail, I began joining youth groups and going out on church events. I really enjoyed doing it. I'd go to my main church which was mostly elderly folks and single mothers twice a week. Bible study Wednesday and Sunday service. I'd also attend a mega church on Fridays for the youth outreach.

I admit that I entered the church for some rather dark reasons I actually began believing. To be clear my new found faith in God didn't change my love for sex. I managed to be a good church goer and still sleep around quite a bit. Overtime I began getting more involved, and I was really good at witnessing and bringing in young people to both churches. My main church exploded with new and younger people. I began helping our youth pastor with her classes and leading Wednesday Bible study. One day our youth pastor was unable to attend her class and I was asked to fill in by the pastor. I happily did. Eventually I became the alternate youth pastor at my main church. One day, the actual youth pastor stated she needed to move because of her work. The pastor came to me and said that the youth pastor recommended me to take over her spot, and the elders all agreed. So I ended up being the youth pastor. I was great at it. The kids loved me. Before long my classes went from 5 to 20 kids. The kids begged the parents to go to church because they enjoyed my classes.

At this point I was in church for about 3 years. I had gained the trust of both churches and was a prominent leader in my main church. I was a great preacher and helped grow the church. As I was doing all that, my sex life had altered. I jumped into S&M in Jr.high with my girlfriend at that time and I loved it (full story of that also in past posts). It did seem as I got into the church my fetish took a swing from chains and whips to sacrilegious acts. From sleeping with a catchlic girl while she repeated to me her last confession, to talking about how Jesus died so we can have premarital sex, I'd be getting off on sacrilegious acts and words during sex.

One day I had forgotten my (college) school books in my (church) classroom. I had (college) classes and I needed them so I casually went to the church, opened up the door and went to my (church) classroom to get them. As I walked out the door a thought entered my mind. "I can bring a girl in here"

I'm gonna end it here, next post will be the first time I brought a girl in. Sorry for the blue balls.