Saints & Sinners, pt. 3: Unholy Children

ALVIN JOHNSON JR

Alvin Johnson didn’t hear his cell phone ringing. All he heard was the sound of his headboard banging against the wall of his dorm room and the loud moans of his lover.

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“You like this dick?”

“Yes daddy...YES!!!”

The fuck session continued for about thirty minutes before AJ climaxed and collapsed on the bed next to his lover.

“Damn...when Coach Thomas said we should bond, this isn’t what I had in mind” AJ said to his teammate/lover. Darien Thompson was the teams starting point guard, and one of the best players. He was determined to enter the NBA draft. 

“You have a powerful weapon...keep it up” Darien said as he grabbed AJ’s thick 10 inch manhood. 

AJ looked at his phone as Darien showered. He missed three calls and two text messages from his father. He wondered what was wrong...his father only sent text messages when there was an emergency. He tossed the phone on the bed and buried his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Darien asked.

“Nothing...I’m fine.”

AJ didn’t want to focus on his fathers issues right now. He wanted to focus on school, basketball, and fucking as many boys as he could. AJ loved church and basketball, but he loved dick and ass even more. He’s not able to mess around at home because of his ‘churchboy’ status, so he has a little extra fun while he’s away at college. Darien is his ‘boyfriend’ but they are in an open relationship.

“You sure you ok bae?”

He wasn’t ok, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

“I’m fine D”

He kissed Darien on the lips and walked him to the door.

“See you at practice”

AJ slapped Darien on the ass as he walked out of the room. He laid down on the bed and thought about his issues. He was starting to get serious feelings for Darien, but he knew that their relationship would never be accepted. He thought about his father. He knew his father had secrets, but he was tired of being caught in the middle. His father was always calling him when he needed an alibi, and he couldn’t deal with it anymore.

His phone rang...it was his father.

He pushed the ‘IGNORE’ button and rolled over and fell asleep.

KEISHA JOHNSON

Everyone thought Keisha was a good girl. She was always home before curfew, always said ‘yes sir and no maam’, and she always gave a helping hand and a kind word to anyone that needed it. Keisha Johnson, the pastors 16 year old daughter, is the last person you would expect to see at the free clinic.

“I can’t believe this! My parents are going to kill me!” Keisha said to her best friend Shantrell as they waited for the doctor to return with her test results.

“Girl, it’s ok. They won’t find out...how did this happen?”

“I don’t know...I’m scared. I hope this goes away!!”

Keisha was messing around with Adam, a 21 year old college student, and she caught gonorrhea. This was her second time catching the disease. She was using birth control pills, and didn’t feel that it was necessary to use protection when having sex.

“Girl you need to stop having raw sex with that boy! Aint no telling what he got!”

“But I love him!”

“And what are you gonna do if your parents find out that you’re dating a 21 year old white boy?”

“Girl I don’t know...I’m just gonna keep playing this ‘preacher girl’ act and hope that they don’t find out a damn thing!”

“You better do something! Because I can’t keep coming with you to these free clinics in the middle of nowhere!”

Keisha knew that her actions were wrong, but she couldn’t help it.

She met Adam one day after school. He was picking up his sister from cheerleading practice. They exchanged numbers, then started texting and talking on the phone every night. They went on their first date a week later, then a second date, then a third date. Then they started having sex. At first they were using protection, but he convinced her to stop using condoms.

“I can’t date a white boy...I heard they have small dicks”

“Girl that’s NOT true...Adam is packin!”

She held her hands up about 9 inches apart

“Like that!?”

“Yes!”

Suddenly, the doctor rushed back into the exam room.

“Ms. Johnson, we have a problem”