Fast forward the story, and now I am 15 years old at another youth revival but this time in a large conference room of a hotel that my family was staying in. It was a 5 day thing and they had separate youth church services. I am listening to a preacher in a conference room, this time probably 150-200 kids all boys, yes 12 to 18 years old, they separated the boys and girls. The preacher comes up, "I sense the demon of masturbation is in this room". Come on, you don't need any spiritual insight to guess that in a room with about 200 boys between 12 and 18. The kid next to me nudges me, "I guess I should have washed my hands". I laugh, he laughs and he proceeds to make jokes throughout the service. I was always more respectful than that but he was kind of welcomed because these services could get very serious and be very long even the youth services.
At a time when there were no services going on I was walking around the hotel and I saw the joking kid and we recognized each other and started talking. He was 14 years old I was 15, he brought up what the preacher said about masturbation, we both affirmed that yes we believe in God but no we don't believe that masturbation is bad. I tell him about my experience with the purity pledge and I tell him about Peter (from part 1), whom he didn't know so it wasn't an invasion of privacy or gossip. I tell him all of this and he tells me his story and looks at me, "I kind of want to do it now". I did too but where would we go, he told me to follow him and we left our hotel and went into another one really close-by.
The lobby bathroom was empty, we walked all the way into the back and went into a stall together. He said if someone caught us that he'd act like he was mentally handicapped, he said the "R" word. We stood there admiring each other's dicks, he had a nice one, circumcised, a long banana shaped erection that curved upward, nice prominent mushroom head and surrounded by a bush of black hair, yet he had no hair anywhere else on his body except upon his head and that thick bush at his crotch.
He complimented mine, he was fascinated with the foreskin said he had never seen one up close. I let him slide it back and forth a few times, it felt so good. We stood there silently for a while jacking off slowly, I wondered if my parents would find out that I had left the hotel and gone to the one next door. I kept my pace slow, I didn't want to cum before he did. Eventually we both let loose into tissues and we started back to our hotel, nobody noticed that we had left. In fact we even skipped a few youth services to hang out at the pool and of course visit the hotel next door.
It was one of the most memorable 5 day revivals I had been to. It turns out that this kid's father was the pastor of a fairly large, "near-mega church" and when he finally told me that after the second time we jacked off together for some reason it made things even more exciting. He was the son of a semi-celebrity pastor jacking off with me in the bathroom.
I am still a man of faith and do take my kids to church but never to the type of services I grew up with.
RG
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