Vacation Bible School Students

 One of the things that was a big part of my childhood summers was attending VBS aka Vacation Bible School. Many churches have week-long VBS programs especially in the summer, there is usually a fun, child-focused theme like robots, adventures, safaris, sports or a more directly bible based theme made to appeal to children, like Noah's Ark. My family would put me in multiple VBS programs over the course of the summer. After the program at our own church finished, I'd start a program at another church.

  VBS is typically geared towards kids 12 and under but when I turned a bit too old my parents still sent me as a helper. One summer, when I was into my teens I helped at a church fairly close to our house. Of course a member of that church was an acquaintance of my mother so I got volunteered to help out for the week. It was not the church that we attended but I knew of it and the congregation was very much older. It was a surprise that this particular church decided to put on a VBS program because the congregation was so old and I don't think there were many families with young children attending.
strawberry blonde, white kid and the other a chubby Hispanic kid. They were at least 12 while all these other kids were barely out of toddler-hood. The three little old ladies were clearly gearing their program towards the little kids. The two older boys were not being ignored, but the ladies had a VBS program for young kids. The boys were being polite, they cut out hearts and colored pictures as directed but you could tell they were not having the time of their lives. To help make them feel at-ease I sat with them.
 
"You're in VBS?" the freckly kid asked.

  I told them that I was helping out. I asked how old they were, they were both 13. They did not know each other before that day they just happened to be the two oldest kids, so I kind of just hung with them, doing all the same projects as the little kids. To keep them engaged, I let them talk about whatever topics they brought up, which was primarily video games, music and school. I was only a little older so it was almost like chatting with some friends although very technically I was in a position of authority, however we became friendly,  Freckles introduced himself as Chad, and the Chubby boy was Roman.

  The next day Chad came back but Roman stayed home, so "Freckles" and I chatted all day in between doing VBS projects and helping younger kids. I remember he was wearing a shirt of a punk rock band the Dead Kennedys, which the two old ladies weren't too pleased about, but I told him it looked cool. I also supported his story (lie) that DK was a Christian band. He was appreciative of that and he didn't have to change shirts or turn it inside out. We talked about music and he really liked that I knew about all the bands and artists he mentioned.

 We also talked a bit about church culture, it turned out although we never saw each other, we were both at the same revival when a singer fell down the steps. He told me that he believed in God but wasn't sure if church was necessary and had some new age type views about spirituality. He liked that I didn't judge him for that because when he mentioned his views to the ladies they told him that was a trick of satan. He drew a picture of that Stussy S and I told him I liked it. The whole day was music, TV shows, his views on religion and inappropriately finding humor in the singer's misfortune who fell on stage during a big revival.

 
  The third day the Roman comes back. I was helping with some of the younger kids while Chad and Roman went to the restroom. They were gone for a very long time, so I decide to go check on them. I walk in and they are standing side by side at the urinals, bodies turned toward each other most likely comparing dicks. With my history, I have no intention of yelling at them, or embarrassing them. Roman sees me and has a brief panic attack. Chad sees me and tells his new VBS buddy that I'm cool and then he Chad actually apologized to me. He also tells me that they are coming out now, but I say it was okay because I came in to do the same thing. That wasn't the truth, I came in to check on them but after seeing them comparing dicks and lightly jacking off now I suddenly wanted to do the same thing.

  The three of us start off at the urinals but go to another part of the bathroom, standing in a circle. Chad was circumcised but Roman and I were not. Chad was the first one to say

  "I think I'm going to cum".

  I sped up my pace and beat him to it, catching the stuff in my hand. Chad was shortly after and also caught the semen in his hand. His body rocked, his eyes closed while he sprayed into his own hand. Roman came soon after, also catching his own semen in his hand.

  Now, here we were three boys with their own cum in the palms of their hands. Chad held his sticky hand out and jokingly said high five. I know it was supposed to be a gross joke but if he held his hand out just a few seconds longer I would have done it. It would’ve been a jizz five.

  We washed our hands in the sink and looked up and one of the younger kids was coming in and we all just looked at each other and laughed. Maybe because if he came in just a minute earlier he would have seen us. Chad acknowledged the fact by joking,

  "If he came in here a minute, earlier he would have needed therapy" and we all laughed again.

 My one regret was not trying to get the same thing to happen at least one more time before VBS was over.

RG