The evangelist who was conducting one of those week-long revivals brought along a teenage boy who sang solos at the nightly services. That kid was the tallest, skinniest guy I'd ever seen. He was 16 or 17 but acted weirdly like a saintly adult. He could quote the Bible from memory, talk in King James language, play the piano, and make people cry when he sang. However, he seemed out of touch with the real world.
Not long after we turned the lights out the first night, the kid started humming to himself. And then my little Pentecostal mind was blown away: As he hummed he started jiggling around in the bed. And soon he was fully masturbating right there in my bed. What the hell? Wasn't that a sin? Shouldn't he be denying himself the pleasures of the flesh? But he was clearly jacking with me as an audience.
His humming continued but after a few minutes of wanking the sound became kind of fragmented, an "Mmm" tone punctuated with jerky interruptions. Sometimes he seemed to be pounding his dick frantically. At other moments he was apparently giving himself the slow treatment.
Although it seemed like an eternity to me, he reached fulfillment fairly fast, leading into his climax with a series of soft hums that grew choppier and more intense as he approached the culmination of his act. These noises were followed by a brief silence that culminated in the bed quaking as the orgasm hit his body. Then he exhaled several huge sighs. After another silence the barely audible whisper "Thank you, Jesus!" ended everything.
Apparently not satisfied with his nighttime wank, the singing boy masturbated again when he woke up the next morning, once more humming and thanking Jesus. I quickly realized that he was on a two-a-day schedule, ejaculating at bedtime and dawn no matter where he was. Hiding my actions in my covers, I kept pace with him, although I'm sure he never knew it. He was apparently so lacking in common sense that he had no idea he was communicating his sexual act to the kid on the floor.
I have come to believe that the whisper of "Thank you, Jesus!" with which he ended every wank was a heartfelt thanks for a specific blessing, the blessing of masturbation.
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"The blessing of masturbation" - I do believe that God made our bodies intentionally so we could enjoy this, and made it so that we could begin really enjoying it when we were still just very young boys. Too bad the writer didn't make the suggestion to him that maybe they could do it together.
ReplyDeleteI can readily picture a holy boy like you describe. I can also see him avidly enjoying his "blessing" after he finished performing. I was not Pentecostal but was raised in the holiness tradition of the Methodist church. One of my friends in MYF learned to recite the names of all 66 books in the Bible. The pastor called on him every so often to do it in public. His parents were very proud of him for being such a devout kid at 13 or 14. If they only knew, standing in front of an audience gave him unbearable stiffies. He would speak his memory work, leave the chancel and go straight to the restroom to jack off, often with my help. All of us church boys lived in two worlds, the world of pious abstinence for as long as we could keep our hands off of our dicks, followed by a delirious descent into (as the other guy said) "the blessing" of churning our stiff peters until our bodies erupted in the divine gift of a heavenly climax.
ReplyDeleteDude should have sang HALLELUJAH when his load shot.
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