Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2023 01:49:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naked Church Part 2

"I'm going to live in the wilderness, Dad."

I said it with all the religious conviction of someone who has heard the
call, but for me it was something that I saw, well actually that I had
read. I was always a big reader, but that spring I got very invested in
three books: My Side Of The Mountain and Robinson Crusoe and The Bible.

I couldn't stop thinking about removing myself from society, from
everything that my friends were doing, from everything on TV and that I
didn't have the money to do, and I started taking long, long walks in the
woods by myself, longer and longer as it got warmer, but only on
Saturdays and after church on Sundays.

I would get lost and then realize where I ended up and how to get back
home. Dad would say, "Where were you? Why didn't you come home for
dinner?" and I'd tell him where I had to walk from. He couldn't believe
that I had walked that far.

Then I started finding places that I could go that weren't so far, places
where I could try to be alone. As it got sunnier and warmer, I took my
shirt off in a meadow of new grasses and felt them scratch under my back
as the cool breeze blew through over my sweat. I looked up at the sky and
thought about how it would soon be summer and really hot, and I could
live like Adam did in Eden, no need for anything and no clothes and no
shame. I pulled my T-shirt back on and looked for some blueberries to eat
but they were still green.

"I can live off of the land," I said, and told Dad about my in-depth
research. Dad nodded and listened to my proposal. I could tell that he
was just humoring me. I thought he was going to ask me where I'd find
wild-growing bananas around us.

He said, "Oh, I see. Well... you know, son," he told me, "I don't know if
you're ready to tackle that yet, at least not for the whole summer. And,
as for Thoreau, I heard that the wilderness that he escaped to was really
just a big family estate and that he had relatives bringing him meals the
whole time."

I didn't know that. Nobody mentioned that. And I guess Adam had his food
provided for, too. Or maybe he didn't need to eat? No, he ate stuff, I
guess. Or else he wouldn't have known how to eat the apple. I mean the
fruit of the tree of knowledge, not an apple. But why is knowledge bad?
Why go to a school to learn that knowledge is bad? Still, I couldn't stop
thinking about the idea. I just wanted to be alone in the wilderness.

A couple weeks later, when I brought it up again, Dad said that he was
worried that I'd just disappear on him one day and that he didn't want to
spend three months worried to death. "Okay, I won't go without telling
you first, in person, not just a note."

On the first day of summer, I tried to go swimming. I found a creek in
the woods, but I was scared that somebody might come along the path and
see me, so I went around a corner, and I didn't swim naked like I wanted
to. I kept my underwear on and my socks too because the bottom was slimy
and muddy so I got out and put my socks back on.

It was cold. And the water was fast, so I slipped a few times. It wasn't
that fun. And then I was wet and cold, and it got cloudier, so I couldn't
dry off in the sun like I figured I would. I put my clothes on while I
was still wet, and then my clothes were still wet on me when I got home.

Dad asked what happened, but I didn't want to talk about it. He told me
to get changed and get a shower, but not in that order. I locked the door
and started the water. It's just me and Dad, so he sometimes says I don't
have to lock it and then he can come in if he needs to take a whiz.
That's what he calls it sometimes. But I don't want him to come in if I'm
in the shower.

I had pajamas on, early, and we said grace and then started to eat
dinner. He asked me why I wanted to live in the wilderness instead of
spending the summer hanging out with my friends. I told him that I wanted
to be alone, like in the books I read, and like how Adam was alone.

"Well, Adam was also buck naked. Is that part of your plan, too?"

"Well..." I said, staring at my plate, "yeah?" He didn't say anything. I
didn't look up. I ate a little.

"So you want to spend the summer all alone in the woods and naked? To
live like Adam in the garden of Eden?" I looked up slowly and nodded. I
felt less secure in my plan. I felt embarrassed. I ate a little more and
then looked up at him. He said, "Well, you don't have to go up into the
woods for that! You can live like Adam right here at home. We'll both do
it, here," and he started taking off his shirt.

He was still wearing his clothes from work, like usual at dinner. He
sometimes had to work on a Saturday.  He didn't have an undershirt on
this time, though, so when his shirt was opened all the way it was like
he was really getting undressed. I just stared at first, but then I
thought he was just teasing me, like making fun of my idea. Of course
I've seen him without a shirt, but only at the beach, never sitting at
the dinner table. He said, "Go ahead," but I thought it was just a joke.

But he had his shirt off all the way. The table was up by his chest, so
it just looked like he was naked. It looked funny. He told me to go ahead
and unbutton the pajama shirt I was wearing. "And you don't need to wear
that to bed in the summer if it's too hot. Well, you don't need to wear
anything if we're going to live like Adam, right?"

I couldn't tell if he was teasing me, but I was smiling 'cause it looked
funny. I undid the top button and he said, "Keep going, Adam." I did the
rest of the buttons, nothing under it, and tossed my shirt to the side
like he had done. And then I laughed. I figured that that was it for my
dumb plan, and he'd make me forget about it once and for all, but then he
leaned forward, almost like he was gonna reach over the table to get the
butter or something. His hands were down under the table, and he said,
"just slide the rest off, there!" and he sat back down and leaned to one
side. "Naked as the Lord made me!"

His hand brought up his work pants and belt, and he held them there for a
second and hooked them over the back of the chair behind him. I just
glared at him for teasing me. He said it was my turn and to go ahead. I
said that he was just making fun of me and that he had his underwear on.
"Nope, I didn't wear any today. Sometimes I don't. See?" And he stood up
a little.

First I saw his bellybutton and then his hip bones on either side and the
smooth, flat skin on them, and then where his stomach curved under and
some curly hair and then a bunch of curly hair all together, and that's
where the table stopped. I was shocked. He plopped back down on his chair
and picked up his fork.

I just watched him start eating, occasionally looking up at me. I thought
it must be a joke still, like he had his underwear pulled down lower to
fool me. I've never seen him naked before. Maybe I saw him naked before I
can remember. And of course he saw me naked before but it was before I
can remember. He can't be sitting at table having dinner naked. I craned
my head down lower and under the table and looked across at his bare feet
and hairy knees and above them in his lap were his balls and his dick
right there! I couldn't believe it.

"Dad!" I said. He asked what was wrong. We can live like Adam just like I
wanted to, and no need to find someplace in the woods or get bug bites on
my butt.

He said, "Go ahead, whenever you're ready, and then we can finish
dinner."  I thought about it. He waited. I reached down and felt the
soft, loose elastic of my pajama pants and the stiff elastic waistband of
my underwear underneath. I looked down at my plate instead of looking him
in the eye while I slid everything under my butt and down off my legs and
around my ankles.

It felt weird and cool and cold on my butt and stupid and fun. I had
everything bunched in a ball in my lap, and I adjusted my balls away from
my leg. I looked at Dad, and he was just eating his dinner. I took my
clothes from my lap and reached behind to hang them on the back of my
chair. Dad asked how I felt, and I said it felt different. It felt
cooler, like not so sweaty under my arms. We ate some more, and it almost
felt like a regular dinner.

"Could you get the salad dressing from the fridge?" he asked. I didn't
know what to do. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want Dad to make fun
of me or my whole idea. I got up slowly, and I had my hands covering
myself as I hurried to the kitchen. I was thinking about how he'd be able
to see my bare butt, but he said, "Wait! Now, Adam was without shame. You
don't have anything to be embarrassed about, and you don't need to hide
anything."

It took me a little bit, but I took my hands away and let him see
everything. He just looked like it was no big deal, like okay then. I
stood there, taking it all in and letting myself feel a little less
uncomfortable. After maybe a minute, he reminded me that I was supposed
to be headed to the fridge.

I brought it back and sat down again, and it felt weird. It felt silly to
be naked at the dinner table, but it made me think about being naked all
the time in the wilderness. Then Dad stood up. I looked at his body, all
of it, with nothing hidden. I looked up at his face, eventually, and he
smiled. "Just gonna grab a beer." I watched his body as he walked away
and stood at the fridge and bent down and held a can of beer and popped
it open with a hiss and wiped a drop of foam that sprayed out onto his
hairy chest and held it up to his mouth for a gulp.

He walked back and sat down again, and we finished dinner, and it was my
turn to clear the table and do the dishes, and I did it all naked, while
he went into the other room and turned on the TV. I pictured myself in a
jungle, cleaning off big banana leaves as plates and coconut shells as
glasses. Then I thought that maybe Dad would be dressed again to tell me
that I was being dumb, but when I finished cleaning up and went into the
living room he was in there naked still, with his feet up, crossed at the
ankle, and his balls and dick pulled out from between his legs.

I sat down next to him, and we watched a baseball game, with that ocean
sound of the crowd. I looked at his body and at my body. Everything on
him was big and strong and muscled and hairy. Everything on me looked
small and weak and soft and smooth, and I felt a little embarrassed
again. Dad must've been able to tell what I was thinking about, because
he said, "I remember when my body looked just like your body does now."

I said that I thought I looked pretty stupid, especially next to him, but
he told me that I'm young and have a young body, just as God planned for
me to have right now, and then he said, "and I'm older, and so is this"
and he held his dick in his hand, and I looked at it. It was bigger than
mine, obviously. I asked more about my body, and he said, "God gives each
of us a million little differences that makes us each special, but we're
all His children so we're all the same, too."

I nodded, and then the commercials were over so we were paying attention
to the game again, and I felt a little tired, and then I must have
drifted off to sleep for a bit, because then it was totally dark out and
the news was on instead of the game. I couldn't remember if I was
dreaming. Dad was still next to me, only his arm was behind me on the
back of the couch, and there was another can of beer next to him.

I looked down, and my dick was sticking straight out, long and hard. I
was shocked and embarrassed and went to cover it, but Dad touched my
shoulder and said not to. "Don't worry about it. Always happens to me
right when I wake up, too. It's called morning wood, even if it's not
morning. It'll go away, one way or another."

I asked him what he meant, and he told me that it's supposed to get hard
like that to have sex eventually, when you're ready, or else you might
have a wet dream, or else you might masturbate, or it'll just go back to
normal on its own. "Actually, hard is normal. That's the default. That's
why it gets like that when you're asleep. During the day, it changes so
you can get some work done!"

Then he had to explain what all of that meant. Years before, he gave me
"the talk" about the birds and the bees but in really general terms,
barely more than we got at school. Now he gave me real answers, but short
ones that I didn't fully understand, and I was obviously a little
distracted.

I just looked down at it, so hard, and then over at him. He said, "We're
just two guys here, just you and me, exactly as God made us." His was
soft but big, and mine wasn't as big, but as big as I ever saw it get,
and it was hard and thick, so it looked a lot like his. I said so, and he
said, "Of course it looks like mine! You're my boy."  Then he patted my
chest and said maybe I should get to bed.

I walked up the stairs to bed, still hard, and brushed my teeth, still
hard, and got in bed, still hard, and looked at the ceiling, and I looked
down at the steeple. After a little while, Dad poked in and told me to
turn off the light. My sheet was still tented over me, but my hands were
behind my neck, and he asked if I thought I'd have trouble falling
asleep. I asked him if maybe I'd have a wet dream, which I was pretty
curious about before when he was telling me.

"Well, usually, for me, and maybe a lot of guys, I'll just masturbate to
help fall asleep," and while he said that sentence he sort of wrapped his
hand around in a circle, in front of his dick, and jerked it back and
forth real quick for a second. Then he said goodnight and closed the
door.

I wrapped my hand around my dick and jerked it fast. It hurt a little but
felt good, so I did it a little slower. I always thought it was bad and
you shouldn't do it, and I didn't really even know what it was that I
shouldn't do. Touching it felt really good, but it felt a little weird
and bad. Sex stuff always made me feel a little weird and bad, but then I
thought about how Dad said I shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed.

Then that made me think about how God made me and every other guy to jerk
off, including Dad. I thought about how Dad's body used to look like mine
and do what mine was doing. Then I thought that maybe Dad was in his bed
doing the same, because he just told me so, pretty much. I just kind of
held my dick and pulled on it really slowly. It made me feel weird.
Pretty soon, I got tired and fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up and walked to the bathroom to pee. It felt
weird to do something that I've done every morning only doing it naked. I
looked at myself in the mirror. Then I peeked into Dad's room. He was
still in bed, with a sheet over him, and it was tented up, because he was
on his back. I just looked at the way the sheet draped over him for a
while, not saying anything, and then he opened his eyes.

"Hey, buddy. Sleep okay?" I told him yes, and then I asked him if he
slept naked last night too. He said that he did, and he sat up and his
knees went up, so then you couldn't even tell. I got up into his bed like
I sometimes do in the morning and asked if he was gonna stay naked again.
He said, "I thought it was for the whole summer? Wasn't that the idea?" I
couldn't tell if he was teasing me or not. "Hey, I'm gonna hop in the
shower. You want me to yell when I'm done and then you can get yours?"

So he got up and walked to out, and his dick was kind of big and floppy
but not like hard. When he was done, he yelled for me, and I got my
shower while we talked, and then we dried off together. Then he looked at
the clock and said, "Well, time for church!"

"So I should get dressed?"
"No, we're living like Adam on this the Lord's day!"

"We can't go to church like this, dad!"
"Okay, then we'll have church here, like this, just you and me."

So it was kind of weird but kind of cool. We got our Bible and read from
it together, and he said we should do a sign of peace so I held out my
hand and we shook hands like we do at church each week. It was a little
silly, just the two of us shaking hands in the living room, very formal,
even without any clothes. But then he put his arm around me and gave me a
big hug. That wasn't too weird, except that we were both buck naked. It
felt a little weird to feel all his skin on all my skin and his hair
touching my skin. When we let go, my arm went down his back and along the
side of his butt down to his leg.

Then Dad went and got this stick of bread and ripped it in half and
talked about breaking bread together. We missed church, but we had our
own kind of service, and it felt a lot like real church. He read some of
Isaiah, and it had a part about being naked and barefoot. When he closed
the Bible, I said that the bread got me feeling hungry.

"Can we order pizza for lunch?" I said, "Then we don't have to get
dressed to go someplace."

"What about when the delivery guy gets here?" he asked. I said that I
didn't think about that and maybe Dad could just put on a robe or some
shorts. "Well,  we'll see. I'll call."

He called and ordered us a large pizza and salad. Then we waited, and I
asked what he was going to wear. He didn't answer. Then I saw the pizza
guy out front, and I asked what he was going to put on, and he just held
out both hands to his sides with a smirk. The doorbell rang, and I got
behind the couch, kind of hiding. Dad opened the door. The bottom of the
screen door kind of covered the bottom of him. The pizza guy gave him a
look. I couldn't tell what he could see.

"I just got to grab some cash," he said, patting where he didn't have
pockets. "I don't have any on me right now. Be right back." He went into
another room, and the guy looked over at me, and I waved. When Dad came
back, he opened the door a crack and reached out to hand over the money,
but then the pizza delivery guy held up the food, and Dad just opened the
door and took everything. The food kind of blocked the view, but I saw
the guy sort of lean to the side and look inside.

He walked back to his car, but he looked back when he got there. I was
looking from the window and stepped back when he looked. Then me and Dad
ate lunch at the table, naked again, and it felt just as weird and funny
and different as dinner and church did.

But I liked it. "Dad, do you like being naked like this?" He shrugged and
nodded and said yes. He said that it felt different and maybe will take a
little time to get used to, but that there's no reason to feel ashamed. I
said, "But then why did Adam feel ashamed and wear anything in the first
place?"

He shrugged again. "Maybe he shouldn't have." He asked me if I liked it
like I thought I would. I said that I liked it a lot but it didn't feel
like Adam or Robinson Crusoe, because I wasn't alone and because I wasn't
in the wilderness. He thought about it for a bit and then said, "How
about if tomorrow we get out into the wilderness?"

We spent the day just hanging around and watching TV and playing board
games and video games. Then Dad said we should get to bed early. "We'll
get up early tomorrow."

Early meant the middle of the night. It was still dark when we stood at
the front door with backpacks, not much to pack. Dad put fishing gear in
his truck the night before. I said, "Shouldn't we just put on something
for the drive? What if someone sees?"

"We won't see anybody and nobody will see us," he said, and he walked
right out to the truck. I ran quick, but I didn't cover anything. I
didn't realize how much it would hurt to run without any clothes on. I
looked all around, but it was completely dark and empty. We pulled out
and started driving. The streetlights weren't even working. They just
flashed yellow. It was kind of a long drive, and I feel back asleep, and
my dick got hard. I looked over at Dad, too see if he noticed, and he was
just driving like it was no big deal.

When we got there, it was just sun-up, and we drove down a long road
through the woods to a little house by a lake, maybe a pond. We walked
down to the pond and looked at the water. Dad asked me how I felt now
that I was out in the wilderness, now that I was like Adam. The sun felt
warm, and everything looked so still and beautiful and almost like it was
all arranged like a painting. I told him that it felt more like being
with God than in church.

"Well, of course it does. This is what He made, not what we made. A nest
is the eggs, not the sticks, and church is the people and how they take
care of each other, not the building." Then Dad said we can make our own
church, even if it's just the two of us, The Church of Adam.

I said that we should get baptized in the water, so we waded out and
stood in the water, and he told me about how Jesus learned from John the
Baptist that we can use water to wash away things. We said that we were
washing away all the fear and shame and doubt, and it felt like I was
getting a new body that fit me just right when he held me by the back of
the neck and dunked me under. Then I did the same for him but he had to
kneel down and kind of fall back to help me.

Then we went went in and dried off and had breakfast, and dad gave me a
book, Swiss Family Robinson. "In this one, they have each other, just
like you and me here."

I wanted to go fishing, so Dad told me to go sit on the dock and he'd get
the fishing poles set up, but when he got there I showed him how my dick
was hard again. I made a joke like I had my own fishing pole, and I held
onto my dick like it was a fishing pole. We both laughed, and it stayed
hard, so I kept holding it like I was fishing with it, and then I noticed
that Dad's was hard too, and I was staring over at it. That was the first
time seeing it like that. We looked at each other, and he held his like
he was fishing with it, too, and we both laughed again.

We were fishing and occasionally said something but we both stayed hard,
and were both kind of looking at each other's dick. His was pretty big. I
asked, "Do you think mine will get like that when I'm older?"

He said, "Of course it will. You're my boy!" and he patted my chest
again. It felt good but weird because we were both hard but good. Then we
were just fishing for a while, and every once in a while I held mine or
he held his, just for a second.

Then he was kind of pulling on it, almost stretching it out, and
squeezing it too. I gave mine one long pull down, and it felt good and
then it flexed back up. I said that it feels good and that the sun felt
good on it. "I like to do this," he said, and he twisted his dick in his
hand. I looked down and did the same. He asked me if I ever did that. I
said I didn't. We were both stroking.

He set his fishing pole off to the side and so did I. We were both just
sitting on the dock with our legs hanging down and each pulling. My dick
felt so hard, and it felt so good to rub it. I could tell that Dad was
really liking it, too. He was moaning, and when I rubbed on mine, the way
that he showed me, it made me moan too.

The sun felt warm, and the water smelled salty, and birds and frogs and
bugs made noise all around us, and it felt like we were part of all of
that, part of what God made. I told Dad that but later that night. In
that moment, I didn't want to change the subject away from what we were
doing.

I looked down, trying not to stare, but then Dad held it out towards me,
telling me that I can look without having to say anything. I watched him
stroke down his long, thick dick, and when I eventually looked up at his
face, he was looking down at mine, and I shifted my weight and legs to
angle my body toward him, showing him, letting him watch.

"This is jerking off?" I asked. He nodded yes. I said that it felt really
good. He asked me if I was okay with us jerking off together, and I said
yeah. Then he rubbed his other hand all down his sweaty front and held
his balls and jiggled them in his palm. I put my hand flat on my palm,
where his hand had been, and I thought about my chest getting firm and
hairy like my dad's, and felt my nipple between my fingers.

Dad squeezed one of his nipples and moaned more and said "yeah." He
leaned back. I leaned forward. It felt like pain but good, and I could
tell that he could tell that it was my first time feeling what it felt
like. I looked at his dick, and it had a sticky wet line sliding out of
the tip, and it landed on my leg. He reached out and caught the rest of
it and swirled it all around his hand and up and down his dick, and he
squeezed it tight and touched the tip with his thumb. It didn't feel
weird or bad. It felt like I was joining him in something new, something
he did that was now for me too.

Then he started jerking faster, so I went faster too, and it felt
amazing. He moaned and watched and went faster, so I went faster, and
then it felt tight and weird and new and hot and suddenly my dick started
shooting out blasts of hot white jizz, and then Dad went really fast and
put his fingers under his balls and he started shooting too. Drops and
globs landed in the water below us and on our hands. One whipped up from
my hand to my chest, where Dad had touched before. I felt dizzy and
sweaty, and I leaned back to the hot, dusty, wooden deck behind us, flat
on my back.

Dad did too, with his arms back behind his neck, and his dick oozing onto
his belly. "Hoooo! That was a good one," he said. We stayed there for a
while, just listening and feeling the sun on our naked bodies and the
wind blowing across our skin. Then he reached back to his bag. He pulled
out a couple apples and handed me one. I took a bite, with a loud crunch,
and it felt cool and sweet and pure, as the juice slid across my tongue.

That day, we stayed naked. That night, we looked up at a billion stars
against an endless black. The next morning, we woke up both with morning
wood and walked barefoot through the fog, stroking slowly. When we got
hungry, we broke bread again and prayed over it, even though it wasn't
Sunday, and we called ourselves The Church of Adam, and shared a sign of
peace.