Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 10:14:55 -0500
From: Vince <vindoesanything@hush.com>
Subject: Missionary Man 2

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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."