A long time ago now I was once the loved boy of an evangelical Christian. There was nothing bestial in his relationship with me; there was nothing that could be considered an abomination. In fact, the only pseudo-sexual moment came when we found ourselves, quite by chance, sharing the church urinal togethor. Let me tell you, I had a jolly good furtive look at him, and sometimes I wonder if he looked at me. I was only 12.

I post here because I believe there's nothing wrong with being a BLer, and that the others here can be trusted to have honourable relationships with the boys they love.