Monday, December 29, 2008
Sinful Actions - The Handjob
Christmas Eve I went to church with my parents and my relatives. It was the first time that I had been to church since last Christmas. Growing up I was forced to go to church every Sunday. This was often after being something less than an angel the night before.
As it always does, my mind started to wander. It started with some very sinful thoughts about the cute guy sitting a few rows in front of me. Soon, I was thinking about all of the very sinful things that I had done since last year - not in a repentant manner, more reminiscing.
At some point, I remembered Ken a guy from my youth group. At that point, he was really the only one in the group that I could relate to - into religion, but not too much. During classes and the events, we always found ourselves together. As all things go, it started off innocent enough.
Then one night, we were at the church for a spaghetti dinner/fund raiser. At some point we disappeared from the rest of the people and started wandering around the church. It was a rather large church and not just the chapel or whatever you want to call it. There was several different buildings all connected. It gave us a lot of room to wander around, talk and more.
We had kissed a few nights before after a youth group meeting. Soon, we were kissing again. It was innocent at first, but we were both soon having sinful thoughts.
We ended up in the church library. It was dark and we closed the door behind us. We sat on the couch, an old antique couch that had probably been there for decades. I even remember the room smelled stale, but I don't think either of us were really bothered by that. We had other thoughts on our mind.
We made out, then ever so slowly his hands went from my waist to my boobs. He felt me up through my shirt. It was very innocent, yet so very naughty.
Next, my hand not so innocent made it's way to between his legs. I felt his already very hard cock through his pants. I gently rubbed him through his pants.
We both said that I should stop before we went too far, but I didn't stop and he didn't try to stop me.
He asked me if I would give him a handjob. I jokingly said no, but my hands did otherwise. I unzipped his pants, then slid one hand into them. I wish I could say that I gave him the best handjob ever, but I just went to work, my hand wrapped around his cock, tugging on it as we made out more.
At one point we thought we heard someone, but it was more our imagination and the sounds of an old building. However, it was enough to make my heart beat fast and scare us.
I really started to tug on his cock now. It may have not been my best handjob, but he didn't have any complaints.
It wasn't long before he warned me that he was getting close. That's when I stopped briefly to get a a couple of tissues from the box on one of the tables.
A minute or so later, he was cuming. A lot of cum. So much that it poured out of the tissues and down on to him. I felt so naughty, but felt like I had done a good job as I was getting more tissues to clean it all up.
Ten minutes later, we were back at the still very boring spaghetti dinner. It was only then did I notice the cum stain on my sleeve and on my boobs. I felt so nervous that someone would say something. I even had that hot, guilty feeling when you know you're caught, but no one said anything.
I wish I could say that was the most sinful thing that I've done in a church, but that was just the beginning. I'll write about that soon.
As it always does, my mind started to wander. It started with some very sinful thoughts about the cute guy sitting a few rows in front of me. Soon, I was thinking about all of the very sinful things that I had done since last year - not in a repentant manner, more reminiscing.
At some point, I remembered Ken a guy from my youth group. At that point, he was really the only one in the group that I could relate to - into religion, but not too much. During classes and the events, we always found ourselves together. As all things go, it started off innocent enough.
Then one night, we were at the church for a spaghetti dinner/fund raiser. At some point we disappeared from the rest of the people and started wandering around the church. It was a rather large church and not just the chapel or whatever you want to call it. There was several different buildings all connected. It gave us a lot of room to wander around, talk and more.
We had kissed a few nights before after a youth group meeting. Soon, we were kissing again. It was innocent at first, but we were both soon having sinful thoughts.
We ended up in the church library. It was dark and we closed the door behind us. We sat on the couch, an old antique couch that had probably been there for decades. I even remember the room smelled stale, but I don't think either of us were really bothered by that. We had other thoughts on our mind.
We made out, then ever so slowly his hands went from my waist to my boobs. He felt me up through my shirt. It was very innocent, yet so very naughty.
Next, my hand not so innocent made it's way to between his legs. I felt his already very hard cock through his pants. I gently rubbed him through his pants.
We both said that I should stop before we went too far, but I didn't stop and he didn't try to stop me.
He asked me if I would give him a handjob. I jokingly said no, but my hands did otherwise. I unzipped his pants, then slid one hand into them. I wish I could say that I gave him the best handjob ever, but I just went to work, my hand wrapped around his cock, tugging on it as we made out more.
At one point we thought we heard someone, but it was more our imagination and the sounds of an old building. However, it was enough to make my heart beat fast and scare us.
I really started to tug on his cock now. It may have not been my best handjob, but he didn't have any complaints.
It wasn't long before he warned me that he was getting close. That's when I stopped briefly to get a a couple of tissues from the box on one of the tables.
A minute or so later, he was cuming. A lot of cum. So much that it poured out of the tissues and down on to him. I felt so naughty, but felt like I had done a good job as I was getting more tissues to clean it all up.
Ten minutes later, we were back at the still very boring spaghetti dinner. It was only then did I notice the cum stain on my sleeve and on my boobs. I felt so nervous that someone would say something. I even had that hot, guilty feeling when you know you're caught, but no one said anything.
I wish I could say that was the most sinful thing that I've done in a church, but that was just the beginning. I'll write about that soon.
posted by Amy at 6:47 PM
10 Comments:
Great story! It reminds me of more than one "anointing" that occurred in church during my teens. Thanks for the memory.
Mike
lol thats crazy man you really have done it all huh haha keep it up !
What a great story - especially realizing that you had stains on you - like a badge of sinfulness. Wonder if there have been times after a blowjob that you later realized you had a bit of cum on your chin or hair - how many people saw the white sticky mess on the side of your mouth and knew immediately what you had done.
Amy, Sounds like an unholy experience...
Where was the most "outlandish" place you ever had sex?
For me it was in a van driving down the Highway!
I have almost never been to church in my life, but obviously this is all about how exciting it can get when it's forbidden. Also, to make it short,I have never understood why sex is a more taboo activity than eating, for example, which is just as natural. Also, I find it sadly funny that you can see movies on TV at 9 PM featuring obvious viloence like people shooting each other while sex is X-rated. I bet I will never get a logic answer to that. Not sure which visual is worse for kids perception...
Sorry, didn't want to make it serious but this is how my mind flew away after reading your post
Kisses,
Yola ( mysexblog.blogbugs.org)
Mike - Sounds like I wasn't the only one that had some fun in church.
MoDogg - I hope I haven't done it all. There's still a lot of things I want to try and places I want to do it.
Anonymous - I've never had cum on my chin or hair...at least not that I known of. However, more than a few times cum has ended up on my shirts, etc. No one has ever said anything, but I'm sure that there's been times when I've come out of a room with a guy and people have some very good guesses what that stain in.
Anonymous - I've had more than a few wild ones - that one is near my top, but so is having sex in the church parking lot - a post to be written soon.
Yola - That's something I wonder about a lot believe it or not. On a side note, the link is fixed and at some point I do want to write a book or turn this blog into a book. I'd love to rework/edit some of my posts some day.
I started reading this blog because I think it is more constructive than the pornography that I used to be addicted to. After reading more of the bible and attending Church regularly, I am starting to take the sanctity of sex, within marriage, more seriously.
".... she said, "Lie with me." But he refused and said.... How then can I do this great wickedness, and sin against God?"" (Genesis 39:7-9)
I trust that Amy will realize that the Church is holy and the bible truly shows us how to live a fulfilling life.
Hehe, perhaps they were innocent enough not to realise it was cum on your sleeve!
that reminds me of a snake with an apple, haha. Thats a great story, i would of loved to be that guy
Jesus (pun intended)- I read this one second, and it's only slightly less hot than the car scene. The nearness of others definitely ups the ante. Once again, I'm left wishing I was him, or at least that I'd thought of this first!
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