I go to the confessional and confess my masturbation addiction and its frequency to the Father. I think I really need a good fuck, but pre-marital screwing is absolutely forbidden by the church. I have to get up, wipe the gooey mess off of me, change my shorts, then try to find a dry spot when I crawl back in. I'm still a virgin, but I'll be dreaming about pounding a wet pussy, then WHAP! I'll come in my shorts and all over the bed. What really pisses me off are wet dreams.
There isn't such a thing as a bad jackoff, but the mornings are real good. I also jack off in the morning before I get up. I feel everyone is staring at my crotch.Įvery night, before I go to sleep, I jack off. Why does it have to happen at school? I walk into class with this big uncomfortable throbbing bulge and I can't do anything about it. My peter is always up at the wrong times. My peter has grown and I have a full bush of blond, silken hair around my balls. Most of my pimples are gone and I am rapidly developing into manhood. It seemed he understood us boys better than our parents. He took us camping, and enjoyed sand lot baseball as much as any of us. Immediately, he took over the job of running our scout troop. He hadn't been ordained too long when he was assigned to our town. Our parish Father is about one of the nicest guys I have ever met.
