Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 10:14:55 -0500 From: Vince Subject: Missionary Man 2 Donate to nifty! Some people in your life have more profound influence on the person you become than others. This is the story of the man who, in a lot ways, made me who I am. Missionary Man 2 I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. Immediately the strange bedtime scene I had witnessed came back into my mind. With the back light on, Isaac and I watched Mei and Paul do what married couples do. After she had his thing in her mouth for a bit, she straddled Paul. Then all we could see was her back side, except down below Paul's big thing between his legs. She raised up and Paul put his pecker insider her and she bounced up and down on it. I don't know how long it took because I was probably in shock, but eventually Paul moaned really loud a few times and he shoved his thing in Mei really hard and held it there. It took me a while to get to sleep because I was trying to make sense of it all, but finally I dozed off. Now awake alone in the front bed of the RV, I heard voices in the back. The privacy curtain was closed. I climbed down from the front bed and slowly walked back to the curtain. I only heard Paul and Isaac's voices, so I pushed it aside. "Good morning, little brother," Paul said to me. "You gotta come look at these," Isaac adds. He was holding a magazine. I noticed there was a woman on the front of the magazine with nothing on her top so her boobies were showing. I also noticed there was a stack of several other similar magazines on the bed. Paul and Isaac were under the covers, but I noticed that they both weren't wearing shirts. I climbed over by Isaac so I could take a look. There was a close up picture of something but I wasn't sure what. "You know what that is?" Isaac asked. I shook my head. "That's a girls pussy." I gave him a puzzled looked and he added, "a girl's private parts." I nodded my head but still didn't really know what part I was looking at. Isaac flipped through the pages for a while. Then finally, Paul asked, "Got your favorite picked out?" Isaac said, "Yeah I think this one," but he seemed nervous about something as he picked up a magazine from the stack. Then suddenly, Paul peeled back the covers revealing Isaac's private parts. His pecker was hard and poking straight up. Not as big as Pauls, but it was bigger than mine for sure. He had a tuft of dark curly hair just above it. If I wasn't surprised enough by that, Paul then leaned over and put his mouth on Isaac's thing like Mei had done to him the night before. Just like her, he moved up and down on it, like rubbing the sides with his lips and mouth. Isaac looked at me for a split second and turned red. He looked back at the magazine like he was ashamed of what Paul was doing while I was watching. After that Isaac's eyes never left the magazine. He was glued to the pictures. Paul, however, looked over right at me every minute or so. When he wasn't looking at me his eyes were closed. I'm not sure how long it lasted, but eventually Isaac started moving his hips up and down. I almost chuckled because he looked just like Elvis dancing on a tv show I had seen once. Then he started moaning but it was weird because it wasn't the kind of moaning you do when you're in pain. He got louder and moved his hips faster then all of a sudden his whole body went stiff. He grunted like a wild animal just a few times and then Paul took his mouth away. Isaac was breathing like he'd run a mile up hill. When he caught his breath, he nervously got up and dressed. I thought he was going to leave without speaking a word until Paul asked him, "So you're coming back tonight for fishing, right?" "If the deal is still on," Isaac replied. "Of course it is. I promise." Paul assured him. Then Isaac went out the RV door. Paul got up after him, walked to the door to lock it. This is when I realized that Paul was naked under the covers too. As he walked back to the bed, he said, "What did you think of all that J.J.?" I shrugged my shoulders. It was an honest answer because mostly I felt confused. "I bet I can read your mind and tell you what you're thinkin' without you tellin' me." "Oh, yeah?" I asked. "Yep." Paul said "You're probably thinking that stuff like that is dirty and the Bible says not to do that stuff unless you're a married couple. Am I right? That's what you're wondering right now?" "Yeah, kinda." I replied even though I wasn't thinking that at the time, him saying it gave me a jolt. "Well, little brother, that's true most of the time for most people. But there are secret prophets who are allowed to do it and they are very special people." "Are you one?" I asked. "Yes." "Where does it tell about it in the Bible?" I asked, thinking obviously it was in Scripture if it was true. "it doesn't and you know why?" I shook my head. "It's been passed down through generations secretly since the time of Jesus. It is too dangerous for others to know about us." "Why?" "Well, Christians are human and jealousy would drive them to do things like pretend they have this gift or hurt those of us who do. And then there's other religions. If they knew about us, they'd try to kill us or kidnap us for our special gift." "Are you telling me the truth?" I said with excited in my voice for the first time. Paul nodded his head. "I swear on the Bible and all that is holy, I am not lying." "Wow." I said. "What's it like being a prophet?" He chuckled to himself before finally saying, "Well you tell me." "What?" I asked, completely confused. " You're one, too, J.J." "What? No way. I don't know how to do anything special for God. Half the time I don't pay attention in church." "Trust me, you are." "How do you know I am?" I asked. "You know that thing people say, takes one to know one? Well that's how I know. When you get older, you'll be able to see it too. I've always known ever since I first saw you just itty bitty." "Do I look weird?" He laughed again. "No, you look just like other people except there's a bit of light around you. Don't worry. Only other prophets like us can see it. No regular folks can see it. Like I said, as you get older you'll be able to see it in me and others too." I sat there for a long time contemplating this revelation. I was just thinking my dad would be proud that his son was so special when Paul spoke. "Now, it's secret so nobody can know. Not even your daddy. He'd be jealous and turn sour. He's a good man of God and we can't spoil that. When you perform acts, you don't tell the people you're helping. You just do it." "What acts? What do we do for people?" I wondered aloud. "Well, it's impossible to describe really. I have to show you. You're old enough to start learning if you want to." "Okay," I said. I was so excited I forgot the "dirty" things I had witnessed in the previous 12 hours. I hesitated when Paul told me to get undressed. "Don't worry," he assured me. "It's okay for us." As I got out of my pajamas and tighty whiteys, he pulled out one of the magazines and said, "Come lay down and look at this." He went through a few pages and I noticed this magazine was only men. Their peckers were all hard and big like Paul's. They all had hair too. "don't worry any, J.J." Paul broke the silence. "Yours will get bigger when you are older and it does some amazing things. But it does some amazing things now also since you're a prophet." "like what?" "Turn over, " he said to me, " and lay on your back." I did what he said and immediately he slid down the bed and took all of my privates into his mouth. I mean not just my pecker but my balls too. I gasped at the incredible warm and wet sensation. He gently sucked like that for a minute, then he let my balls come out of his mouth and started moving his lips and mouth up and down on my pecker. My thing was really hard now. Sometimes I woke up with it like that when I had to pee real bad in the mornings, but this was different. It was even harder now. And when Paul raised his head to ask if it felt good, I noticed something I'd never seen before. The end part of my pecker where the pee hole is was swollen really big. It was way bigger than the stick part of my thing. And it was purple. Really purple. I had no idea it could do that. Paul continued up and down on it for I don't know how long. I was enjoying the new pleasure too much to have any concept of time. Then, just like Isaac had done, I started bucking my hips. It was like a reflex I couldn't control. I had to squeeze my muscle and move my pecker into Paul's mouth. There was nothing else that mattered in the world but doing that. At least that was the feeling I had. Not long after, I got a very weird sensation and then thought I recognized it." "Paul," I said as he raised his head, "I have to pee really bad." "It's okay," he said. "Just let it go." "Pee in your mouth?" I asked surprised. "No, you're not going to pee. It feels kinda like that but it's something different and way better. Just let it happen. I promise you're not going to pee." He started sucking me again and in a few minutes I was back to that feeling. Even after what he had said, I was sure that I was going to pee, but I followed his instructions and continued. Then I started feeling dizzy and the pee sensation turned into the most ticklish feeling ever. I was just about to tell him to stop because I couldn't take the tickling any more, when my body started jerking. My leg muscles went straight and tight. My hands automatically went down to my crotch and surrounded Paul's face. I saw bright colors even though my eyes were shut. I think I made loud noises but I wasn't in pain. My whole body felt amazing. More amazing than anything I'd ever experienced. It seemed to last a long time. When I finally opened my eyes, I was shaking and tears streamed down my face even though I wasn't sad. Paul was holding me in his arms as I calmed down. Finally, when I was able to speak I asked, "What was that?" "That, little brother," he replied "was the Holy Spirit like only special people like us can feel it." It made sense to me. It was an intense experience and my Pentecostal upbringing describe the gifts in such a way that I would imagine it would be similarly intense. Paul added, "You saw Isaac earlier. He felt it, but not like that. He can't because he's not one of us." Puzzled, I asked, "Then why did he get to do it." Paul informed me then of our "purpose." "We give the Holy Spirit to guys when they need a boost. It's hard to tell who needs us, but after time you will be able to tell. To them it feels really good. Not anywhere close to what we feel, but they don't know what they're missing. They just feel better."