[Brother Harold Porter]

Brothers,

You all know my past. Something I don't like to talk about at all. Especially not with any detail.

The gayness, the bone-fests in cheap motels. Waking up with a strange man still coupled to me. Multiple male genitalia in my face. Sticky sheets and pillows.

It was all so very sordid, I still ask Jesus to this day to forgive me for my filthy sins.

But God helped me overcome my desire for homo-rectal coitus, praise Him!

With no innocent men to assault, and with my wife long past her child bearing years, I am so proud that I have not had an issue in over 15 years!

I don't even miss it. The mild spasm of the prostate, ever increasing in intensity. The "slow-down" to restrain. And then the volcanic eruption when the man-steel is plowed into the inner depths of the rectum and held still, momentarily, before the seed is spewed.

Fag-free, and I'm sorry Jesus.

In Him