Churchboy ~ Yoonmin

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          Cleanse me from my sin

Soft moans filled the otherwise quiet room. The sound of pleasure erupting, radiating a passionate atmosphere. Soft lips molding perfectly together like a pair of puzzles, as if they were made for each other. Suddenly the boy felt a tongue exploring his wet cavern, enjoying the sweet taste of the other. The two boys were passionately making out, grabbing onto each other's clothes, hastily tearing them off. Jimin was sat on top of the kitchen counter, his legs apart, inviting the other to stand between them.

He felt an electrifying touch on the small of his back, then that same hand tracing down to his hips, giving the plush meat a squeeze, making the boy moan in pure extasy.
Jimin felt his neck being peppered with kisses, bevor the boy in front of him started sucking and licking the blank canvas, being his neck.
The peculiar feeling sending him over the edge. His head thrown back, almost banging against the cupboard, his hands flying up to the others shoulders,holding on for dear life.

At this point his lower region was begging for attention, it was almost painful for the poor boy. He bucked his hips forward, desperately seeking friction, but much to his dismay loud sound interrupted the blissful moment.

That's when he pulled away and looked into the others irises for the first time, shock and horror painted on his face, when he sees who's been pleasuring him all this time. It was none other then Min Yoongi.

Jimin gasps and opens his eyes wide, jerking awake, sitting up in his bed. Confusion and worry clouded his mind as he pulled himself up into reality. His breath was quickened and he felt a sweat run down his back. Frantically looking around the room, Jimin slowly took his surroundings in, while trying to regain his composure.

The loud sound was the clock, signaling that it was time to wake up, the device letting out shrill screams, irritating the freshly woken boys ears.
Jimin wanted to smash it against the wall again and again, till it broke into a million pieces.

He was incredibly exasperated, but not because he was woken up from his vivid dream. The boy was angry at himself for having  such a dirty fantasy, imagining such sinful acts.
He profusely tugged at his black strands, in a lousy attempt to rid himself of these sinister thoughts.
To say that he was ashamed would be an understatement. He simply hated every molecule of his body at this point. His very existence was a bug, a discretion, in his eyes.

When he finally managed to control his rapidly beating heart, he felt his lower part throb. Upon lifting the sheets, he quickly made the shocking discovery that that he was hard. His cock straining against his boxers, the tip leaking precum.
It didn't take a genius to notice that he was turned on. The illicit dream somehow managed to arouse the boy.

This was so wrong on so many levels. He had never even imagined anyone naked in a sexual way, let alone dream about kissing them. Having such a dirty fantasy was a sin, simply despicable. But with a boy of all things. That was a one way ticket to hell according to his beliefs.

Jimin had never sinned before. He was the definition of innocent, pure. Having never even gotten a boner let alone touched himself, just for a boy, he had just met a week ago, to come along and stir up these feelings, Jimin spent his life burying beyond the surface, within him, was awfully terrifying.

That doesn't mean the boy lived under a rock. He knew what porn was, he even unwillingly caught a glimpse of it in class. Boys his age were passing magazines of nude women around the school like candy. They always talked about masturbating and 'fucking bitches'.
Jimin never understood how they could be so vocal about something so private, personal.

He, himself never felt the need to engage in sexual activities until now. He never had a reason to do so. No girl was able to tempt him, excite him. The second reason being was that he was taught from a very young age on to save himself until after marriage. Everything else was unacceptable.

Yet here he was, sitting on his bad, longing for affection directed towards his lower parts. He couldn't control his thoughts, clouding his senses with those never ending images of the new boy. His mind was unwillingly imagining the other male doing inappropriate,dirty things to him.

This can't be happening.
Jimin didn't feel like sinning further, opting for an ice cold shower to ease the pain in this private parts and hopefully cleanse him of these impure thoughts.

Thankfully the shower had done the trick.

The 17 year old sunk to his knees and prayed

Have mercy on me
O god
according to your unfailing love,
according to your great compassion,
blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my skin

He repeated the prayer over and over again, until his tongue felt dry in his mouth, his voice grew weak, before heading downstairs for breakfast.

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