Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2019 02:18:41 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Naked Church My dad and I were going to church. It was just the two of us. It wasn't Sunday. Our church has special services on other days too. If you have to miss church for something like sports or a vacation then you can go to one of these other ones when they have them. This one was just men only. I was old enough to go this time. They only did it a couple times before like this for only guys and my dad went without me. This wasn't in the regular church. It was in this smaller one but still with pews and everything but smaller. My dad called it the chapel instead of the church. It was only maybe 30 guys there. Nobody my age was there. Some guys a little older were there. I knew everyone from going to regular church and neighbors, but it was only the men and some sons but not everyone. Everyone was still dressed up like for church in dress shoes and slacks with belts and shirts tucked in. Some were wearing ties but my dad and I didn't wear ties to church. He doesn't like wearing a tie. If he did, then we'd both probably have to wear ties to church. We shook hands and talked and stood around before it started. I mostly just stood there looking up and waiting without interrupting. I'm still short even for my age but my dad and my doctor say that I still have some growing to do. My dad is pretty tall, taller than most of the other men. Then it was starting. The priest was the new younger one who looked like my dad and he looks around at everyone when he's talking instead of just down or up. I see him sometimes wearing almost regular clothes, but he was wearing the special robe they wear. The thing that he was standing behind was smaller than the one in the big church so it was kind of just like a teacher, but the pews were hard wood like regular church so it still felt like church to me. We all stood and then we all kneeled and then we all stood and then we were sitting when he started reading, "...and the spirit came unto Saul and he began prophesying. He too stripped off all his clothes and prophesied to Samuel. He lay naked all day and all night." Then he just stopped and didn't say anything for a little. I think he's thinking. Then he starts talking about how the word "naked" is in the Bible a lot. He's saying that these prophets would be unclothed and he starts to take off his robe and pulls his collar out. He's saying parts of the Bible, like the numbers. "...and Saul stripped himself naked before Samuel and so did Micah..." He says, "Micah. I will go stripped and naked. Amoz. Take off the burlap from thy body and the sandals from thy feet. And he did and walked naked and barefoot..." While he's talking, he starts unbuttoning his shirt too and taking it off to bare chest. "...and so Bartimeus came to Jesus... and stripped himself." Then it almost looks like he's pulling his pants down and stepping out of them but he's still behind the podium, so it looks like he's just shirtless. I couldn't tell. I'm looking up at my dad, but he doesn't look back down at me, and everybody's just looking like it's a normal part of church, and I'm wondering if this happened before. He lifts his arms up when he's talking and I can see hair in his armpits and his muscles. It kind of feels like church is at the beach. We all stand up again and do a song while he's up there like that, naked, I think, but behind the thing still. I try to crane my neck around to see his side, and I'm kind of leaning into the tall man next to me. My dad says sorry and makes me stand up straight. Then we all kneel for a prayer and then sit. Then the priest steps out and you can see everything. Nothing on at all. He got totally naked up there and was up there naked for a while talking. He starts talking about Adam in the Garden of Eden being naked and unashamed. This part I know, not like most of the other Bible parts. His body is not fat. He's not old. I've never seen a man without any of his clothes on like that before. Lately I started looking at my own body totally naked in the mirror, and he looked like me but just bigger. He walked down from the front and up close to the first row and is saying, "from the gospel of Thomas... when you disrobe without being ashamed... Now, will you men strip yourself with me?" So then everybody changes from all sitting quietly to making noise and standing up and moving and doing stuff and looking around, and they're all loosening their ties and undoing all the buttons down their shirts and pulling them out. I look next to me and that tall man has his shirt off all the way and no undershirt and he's looking around while he's undoing his pants, like he's looking to see if anyone else is taking off his pants yet. I see that he's looking back so I look where he's looking. In the pew behind us, I can see that a guy has his off 'cause I can see the top part of his bare butt and the back of our pew is covering everything else. He's folding his pants. I'm about to look over the pew to see more. I feel my dad's hand on my shoulder and I turn around and his shirt is unbuttoned and open with his undershirt there and he's looking down at me. He asks if I want to. Then the priest walks by completely naked and close, talking about how David stripped bare to fight Goliath and that we join together the same way to fight together. So I start pulling my shirt off quick and then it's me and my dad with no shirts on in church together just slacks, like dressed up but no shirts, and we both kick our shoes off. We start undoing our belts and then he just slips everything down to his ankles and stands there waiting for me. I've never seen him like that, seen everything. I stop staring and do the same with my pants and underwear and belt around my ankles. We just stand there flashing each other. His body looks like my body. He looks at my body. I kind of flex and stand up straight as he looks at me, and he kind of does the same. So then everybody is setting their clothes next to them and standing or sitting naked. We step out of our pants and underwear that were around our ankles. "We are as God made us!" the priest says. He starts walking around the room reading more about men in the Bible being naked or stripped or unclothed. He's in the aisle and behind us so we're looking back at him and I notice our neighbors from down the street, a dad and his two sons, and they're standing and their naked butts look the same, all in a row, like three identical butts: small, medium, and large. "The loaves and the fishes..." the priest says, and he brings out two big loaves of bread. He's talking about how Jesus broke bread with his disciples and shared his body with them, just as we're all sharing our bodies. As he's passing the bread around, I'm watching everyone share and take just a little to make sure that everyone else has some. That neighbor showed his sons to think about everyone else, and they just took a little. My dad and I did the same and then passed the rest along. The priest says, "and that was the miracle of how so many were fed, the miracle of togetherness." As we all ate a taste, I thought about how the bread was better than the usual wafers, even without any butter. Then he asks us to share a sign of peace with our neighbors, just like we normally do, only now everyone's naked. I turned to one side and saw my dad reach out and shake our neighbor's hand and then the two sons. Leaning over kind of made his butt stick out. A man in front of us turned around and reached his hand out to me with a smile. The back of the pew covered him from just below his waist down. We shook hands. He said, "Peace be with you." Then I saw him turn to the guy next to him and give him a big hug. I couldn't see but I knew that their naked dicks were touching each other. I wondered what they thought about that and how it felt. I was staring when the very tall man next to me patted me on the shoulder and reached out his hand to my dad. When he got my attention, I reached my hand out to shake his but it ended up that I kind of took his dick in my hand. He kind of walked into it. I just held it while he shook my dad's hand, one of those long sign-of-peace handshakes like 5 or 6 seconds. But they didn't act weird about me doing it. He just sort of messed up my hair and smiled at me while I held it and they talked. My dad saw me do it. Then I let go and put my hands behind my back and felt how my butt had nothing covering it. I wondered if anybody behind me was looking at it, so I turned around and did some more handshakes and waves. "Without our business suits and police uniforms and doctor's coats, we see each other as merely another of God's creations," the priest said. That made me look around to see who else I recognized. I could see one of my teachers a few rows back. I never saw him at church before that. I realized that I had to go to the bathroom, something that often happens in the middle of church. I usually just go by myself but I didn't know where it was in this part of the building, and I was butt naked and going to stroll around. So dad could tell I wanted him to come. When we got up, all eyes were on us, but the priest kept talking. We walked out the aisle, and I looked at each pew full of naked guys. A lot of them had bibles in their laps, covering them. I figured I wasn't going to get to see much more, and then everybody would get dressed when it ended. So we get up and head down the hall past some offices and classrooms. It was a little dark. It kind of felt like we snuck into the place. I wondered what would happen if the janitor saw us, but then I remembered that he was back there naked in the front row. When I was younger, my dad might have held my hand as we walked together, but we didn't do that, but he did come up to me close and hugged me from the side. His arm went around me and our sides pressed together as we walked. It felt weird but cool and like a lot of skin. Then I reached my arm around him. When we got to the bathroom, first we stopped at the water fountain in front of it. He let me go first and then I watched how he bent down to drink and his butt stuck out again. Then he let me go ahead of him in. The tile floor felt a little strange on my bare feet, but so did the carpet. It's weird how that was the weirdest part, not having socks or shoes on at church. So we go and use the urinal together, not the same one just at the same time next to each other. I usually leave an empty one but what's the point? We used the 2 in the middle right next to each other and without any wall in between so we were right next to each other. I watched and he didn't care. He looked at mine while I was peeing too. He finished first and I watched him shake it and I did the same just like he does. On the way out I drank a little more from the water fountain, and when I was bent over, he gave me a little swat on my bottom. We laughed. I went back to walking with my arm around his side again down the hall. His hand was resting on my shoulder and kind of squeezing me close when we got to the door and saw everybody standing. We walked past all the butts in all the rows. When we were about to go back into our row, the priest asked my dad to step up to the front and I went with him. It might have been extra weird to be up there but everybody already stared and saw everything from us walking out. The priest said that that night was very special for my dad because he agreed to take on a role of leadership. I wasn't listening all the way because I was looking at everybody and at who was looking at me, but my dad was gonna be like almost a priest but not a priest, and the real priest was really thankful. "He shall be anointed," the priest said, and then he talked about that word anointed and how it seems like it means something really special but it's just like a blessing, which is just wishes for the best from everyone around you. And he said that the word literally means oil and came from blessing someone by rubbing olive oil on them like if their feet hurt. So he takes this big fancy bottle of oil down from an altar and pours some oil out over his fingers and into a big bowl, like the kind for holy water. "I anoint him!" the priest says, "that he may be blessed and bring blessings onto his fellow men!" Then he smears some oil across my dad's forehead. "I invite you, brothers, to join us in anointing and sharing your blessings!" and everybody gets up and makes a line like they're going up to get the Eucharist, but it's up to my dad on the platform. They're each taking some oil on their fingers and making a line across my dad's forehead or a cross. One older guy holds his hand over my dad's whole head and says a little prayer. I'm thinking that it's important but I'm also looking at each guy because everybody's in the aisle without the pews blocking the view, so I can see everything. The priest has me do one too and I reach up to my dad's forehead and then I follow the guy who went before me, but he just goes back to the end of the line instead of sitting back down. Then I can hear the priest up there saying, "and bless these eyes that they may see..." and he's wiping oil across my dad's eyelids. I'm wondering what it's like to be naked up there with your eyes closed, and everyone else is going up there too and not in a neat line anymore, kind of crowding around and then going to the back. That dad and his two sons each take a turn standing naked like an inch in front of my dad and blessing him. "And bless these lips that they may speak truth and comfort to us..." so then I'm back at the front again. I take some of the oil and swipe it along my dad's lips just like everyone else is. It's a little weird to touch his lips but the whole thing is weird. But when everybody's doing something you go along. "And bless this heart to have courage..." and I'm walking around to the back, looking over my shoulder at that very tall man getting oil poured over his fingers and then pressing them against my dad's chest and holding his hand there. Then everyone else is doing the same. "And bless this back to be strong and help us to carry our burdens..." so then the priest is standing next to my dad and washing his whole back with the oil and holding his hands on my dad's shoulders. The priest is up there the whole time. Then I get up to the front again. I see how my dad's body is shiny with the oil, and everybody else has it down their arms and dripped onto their legs and chests or some smeared on their faces. And there's not really a line anymore, just everyone standing around kind of smushed together. My hand joins some others on my dad's back. Someone's hand goes all the way down and lands on his butt, and the oil is dripping down to his legs. My hand feels his firm back and then the softness on his butt, and everything is smooth and soft. There's a hand on my shoulder, and my body is touching someone else's, a few someones' else's'. I start to go around to step down to the back again, but my dad grabs my wrist and keeps me up there with him, next to him. I'm right there to watch everyone step up and rub their hands all over him. "And bless these loins, that they bring power and mightiness..." And the priest's hand goes down and covers my dad for a couple seconds and then he takes two fingers and swipes down it before someone else prays over my dad's groin, wiping his hands all over. That tall man is there again, and he kind of kneels a little to get lower and takes it in his hands, worshipping it. He gives me a smile before walking around me, and I see how his dick is bigger than it was before. He tugs on it as he walks to the back of the group. I look down and the same thing has happened to my dad's and a few others'. I look over at the priest, and his dick is huge and hard and slick with oil, pointing to heaven. Without thinking about it, my hand finds my dick and gets it oily. Standing there naked in church with everyone else all naked too, I realize that I'm just totally jerking off. I'm next to my dad, and in between getting stroked by each guy that steps up, he's jerking off, and his other hand is around my side, keeping me up there next to him. And all the men who live around us are butt naked and oiled up and climbing over each other to get to the front, rub my dad's dick, and then walk around us and behind me, sometimes with their hard dicks knocking into me. I feel overwhelmed. It's this mass experience. Everybody is looking at everybody and showing off and reaching out and rubbing. I can see my teacher, my doctor, that neighbor. Again, that very tall man is giving his third or fourth blessing, and as he walks by I decide to take his dick in my palm again, and it feels familiar from before but bigger and harder and straighter. He grins and I pull his body against me, pushing into my chest. I look over at my dad. He has his arms raised out as his body is worshipped. He smiles at me, at us. He reaches over and pets the hard cock that I'm hugging. The tall man stays there with me. Another hand appears and holds his balls, which makes the man push into me and shiver. Hands are all over the priest's rod. A hand pets my butt. I watch my dad's hand reach over and bless my loins slowly, then more, then holding onto me like a handle as the bodies get closer. I can't tell if I'm the first to lose control, but I do. The tall man stares at it and joins me. He's pushed into me, and I can feel it land hot on the hot oil. All hands are rubbing, pulling, carressing. I can smell it everywhere in the air. I'd fall down exhausted, but we're all holding each other up. I watch my dad try to hold and wait to be the last, and then it's an impressive show. It shoots. You could say it sprays. Some guys love it. I wonder if I'll shoot like that when I'm older like him. He shoots and he's not tired at all. Him and the priest take these wet cloths around and wash everybody. The priest says some quote, and I start helping my dad and some other men do too. And some start getting dressed. Everybody waits until everyone is dressed again. Then church ends like normal, and everybody leaves at the same time, all in nice neat dress clothes all tucked in. As I'm walking out with my dad, I ask him, "Is it like that every time?"