The Basement

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was about 13 when my mother draged me to church. It seemed like and another boring Sunday when I saw a new boy that I had never seen before. We struck it off instantly and while the preacher was speaking we began talking about sex. So, I then asked him if he masterbated. He said yes, but didn't know where we could do it. I told him that I knew of a place. It was the basement of the chrch where the bathrooms were. I knew that we had a lot of time since the pastor had just began his sermon.

When we had arrived in the basement we pulled out our dicks and started to masterbate. It didn't take long for us to come, but after I was done I soon got hard again.

After that day I really enjoyed going to church to met my new friend.