My Bad Habit

 I just read this story. That revival singer coulda been me many, many years ago.

  My grandfather sang in a gospel quartet that traveled far and wide. I went with them whenever I could work it around school. The men introduced me as Angel Boy. I started as a boy soprano and developed into a tenor. I sang with the quartet or as a soloist. I knew every hymn and gospel song from memory. I knew a lot of bible verses.

I enjoyed singing gospel,  but I had one habit that would have ruined me. The most important thing in my life was masturbation. To hear people clap and yell Amen was all well and good but feeling the stirring of my dick and the tingling of my balls when I needed a wank was what I lived for. Sometimes I would go to a church restroom during intermission, lock the door and stand in a stall edging myself until big bursts of cum would blast out. Then go back and sing some more. But I never jacked while staying with a host family.

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