Clean Hands and a Pure Heart (Psalms 24:4)
A story by David Lee ©February, 2015
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This short story (five chapters in all) was inspired by a rumor I heard about an institution of higher learning founded by televangelist Jerry Falwell. According to the report, the young unmarried men who attended the school were supposed to remain sexually pure. That included not only their interaction with females and other males, but extended to the point of not relieving themselves in the time-honored manner that most boys engage in. Perhaps it's not true, but thinking on the frustration resulting from such total abstinence turned it into the following fictional account.
Chapter 1
Jonathan Minor lay on the lower bunk in his dorm room feeling frustrated and dejected. It was only September and he wasn't sure how he could survive his final year at Freedom College. He HAD to pull himself together or he'd never make it. If he transferred, it would take him a couple of years to get his BS elsewhere. On top of that, he'd lose financial support from his family. Very likely, they would cut him out of their lives entirely.
His fate had been sealed something like eight years before, when he was on the cusp of puberty. One day when he didn't think his mother, Shirley, would be home for hours, he had done a little experimenting with his buddy Brent. She had caught them in the bathroom with their pants down checking out their developing dicks. It wasn't like they were doing anything overtly sexual. They were in the process of comparing the length and girth of their boy parts and showing off their newly-grown, sparse crop of pubic hair.
No matter how natural and innocent their actions may have been, his mother had gone ballistic! Brent had been banished from the house forever, and Jonathan's mother had decided, in that moment, that he must go to a strict, fundamentalist college when he was older so he wouldn't grow up to be a homosexual.
Had it not been for his father's intervention, Jonathan might have been grounded for the next four years. Roger Minor had a more laidback approach to life than his wife did, and he also remembered his buddies and him checking one another out at scout camp. In fact, he had participated in some contests to see who could cum the quickest and squirt the farthest. Of course, he couldn't admit that to his wife, but he did maintain that it wasn't abnormal for boys of Jon's age to be curious.
Shirley begrudgingly gave in to her husband's insistence not to discipline their son beyond forcing him to read an old, yellowed booklet her father had had as a boy entitled, "What Every Christian Boy should Know" about the evils of sex in general, and "self-abuse" in particular. She didn't like letting him off that easy, but she backed off because she must obey the head of the house, as the Bible commanded.
Jon and Brent couldn't be kept apart completely because they went to the same school and both swam for the YMCA. They continued to explore a bit in the showers when no one else was present. Their mutual exploration went on until Brent started dating girls. Brent taught him the joys that came with pleasuring himself. Of course, a wave of guilt always followed the euphoric thrill of orgasm, but the reward of feeling so good kept him returning, time and time again, to the activity he promised God he would quit.
Jonathan's problem at the moment was his fear that he could no longer live up to the code of conduct prescribed by the college. It not only forbade smoking, drinking, and drugs, as one might expect from a Christian institution, but it also placed masturbation in the same category as other sexual "sins." This last part wasn't advertised on the school's homepage, but it was revealed to applicants when they became serious about attending.
Jon lay on his bottom bunk with his stomach hiding his aching erection, wishing he were allowed to stroke it and find relief.
He began to move his hips a little, enjoying the hot sensation of lust radiating throughout his body from his crotch. In his mind's eye, he could see the past image of Brent's expression of joy as he stroked his little cock in the shower when he first introduced the vice.
Jonathan might have given in, and brought his humping movement to its logical conclusion, but he heard his roommate's key unlocking the door.
"Hi Matt, I thought you were studying late in the library," Jon said cheerily, trying to mask the nervousness he was feeling from nearly getting caught in the act.
"I was, but I couldn't sit still any longer. I feel so antsy I could scream!" Matt responded.
"I do too. Sometimes I can't wait for this year to be over."
"I know exactly what you mean," Matt agreed. "I feel like Freedom College' is a complete misnomer. I think it should have been named, Rigid Rules College' instead."
"Did you know that our illustrious founder originally wanted to name the school after himself?" Jonathan asked.
"I heard that, but I thought it was a joke. Can you imagine graduating from a place called, "Harold Ball College?" Matt snickered. "You know what its nickname would be."
"Harry Ball College would be an apt name for an all-male institution." Jon grinned. "I bet the old fart was actually so naive that he didn't see how the name could be turned into a joke. He must have lived a very sheltered life without any school-yard teasing."
"He evidently vowed to keep all of the inmates here as sequestered as he was!" Matt exclaimed.
"He probably wanted us to go insane by preventing us from getting off."
"For sure! It can drive you crazy. Have you ever noticed how much a guy obsesses over something that's forbidden? Like I'd kill for a piece of chocolate candy right now because I'm trying to keep my weight down," Matt groaned. "I'll bet most of us feel that way because we aren't supposed to masturbate."
"It is trying at times, but they say we'll be better men for it." Jon sighed. "Sometimes I don't aspire to be a better man!"
"Maybe if we go to dinner early we can get in a few laps at the pool to burn off some of our excess energy." Matt suggested. "You can probably use the extra practice."
"Are you saying I'm not one of the fastest guys on the team?" Jon asked, with mock indignation.
"Of course not, roomie; you're like a fish! I just meant that you always seem to be honing your skills, and I could stand to burn a few calories."
"Thanks, I was `fishing' for a compliment," Jon grinned. "Anyway, vigorous exercise is supposed to make us less horny, at least according to a book I was made to read as a kid."
Despite the workout, Jon felt restless and unsatisfied by the time he went to bed. He had a headache and was generally out of sorts. This often occurred with the buildup of too much seminal fluid in his body.
His wet dream in the wee hours brought much-needed release. However, the experience was disturbing as well. As was frequently the case, there were no naked girls cavorting around in the scenario. He was in the locker room shower after swim practice when his childhood buddy Brent came up behind him and soaped his butt. At the same time, a current teammate, Dave, dropped to his knees and began to kiss and lick Jonathan's dripping phallus. It took only a few swipes of the boy's long, wet tongue to cause Jon to blow a huge load all over the guy's face and chest.
He woke up in a cold sweat, thinking that his jumbled dream had been a real event. He was begging God's forgiveness as he awoke.
The noise of Jon's incoherent mumbling awakened Matt who had been in the midst of his own night emission. His heart was racing too, but more from exhilaration than from guilt.
"Are you okay," Matt asked, suspecting what had happened.
"Yeah, I guess I'll probably sleep better now."
"Did you bust a nut?"
"In my sleep; I didn't do what I'm not supposed to do," Jon said defensively.
"No problem. I had a wet dream too. I really can't understand why we're supposed to keep our hands off of ourselves. I think we'd both have had a more productive time studying last night if we could have jerked off first."
"Why Matt, you sound like a filthy hypersexual liberal!" Jonathan snickered, loosening up a bit.
"Sometimes I wish I'd have grown up in a normal `worldly' household. Having parents who are so active in the church is like living in a glass house with no window shades!"
"Tell me about it!" Jon exclaimed. "Your family and mine must be just alike.
The boys rolled over in their sticky boxers and soon went back to sleep. It was a deep, restful slumber that kept Jon from waking up until his backup alarm went off.
The blessed relief lasted only so long. Before the week was out, Jonathan was aching again. He was beginning to believe that the blue-balls syndrome his high school buddies used to joke about might be real. He had to do something to alleviate the stress and get some kind of handle on his problem.
He decided to make an appointment with the chaplain to ask for help. Surely, he and Matt weren't the only guys on campus to be facing these tribulations. He might, however, be the only one who was attracted to other males, so he decided to keep that part a secret. He didn't want his parents to get involved, and he fully expected that the administration of the school would call them over something that serious. Having read on the Internet about the horrors of conversion therapy, he didn't want to go through that on top of the other stresses of his senior year.
Chaplin Walsh listened with a grave expression on his face as Jonathan related his frustration over trying not to take matters into his own hands, and then the man asked some questions.
"You must answer me truthfully if you're serious about getting help. Have you been watching porn on the Internet?"
"No I haven't," Jonathan responded immediately. "Is it even possible? I thought all sites like that were blocked."
"So, you've searched? As a computer major, you must know ways around that."
"No sir! A senior told me about the restrictions my freshman year, and I've stayed away from trying."
"Okay then. Have you been having impure thoughts about girls? We've tried to prevent that by maintaining an all-male campus, but I know some of the boys have girlfriends either at home or here in town, and that's natural and Godly as long as lust doesn't enter in.
Surely you're aware that it's possible to send nude pictures on cell phones. I think it's called, sexting. Have you been doing that?"
"No, I haven't. I'm not going with anyone – presently - and I wouldn't yield to that temptation anyway."
"Do you get lots of regular exercise? That helps curb the sex drive and the desire to masturbate."
"I'm on the swim team, sir and I practice a lot."
"It bothers me that some boys practice naked; you're nearly nude when you compete, but I suppose that shouldn't affect heterosexual guys like our students. If there were girls here, it might cause them to lust.
There is one thing I can recommend that could be a lifesaver for you. Have you heard rumors about an anti-masturbation support group? It's somewhat like how AA aids people with drinking problems. I like to think of it as MA because it helps curb self-abuse. It has its own kind of serenity prayer, but without the bit about accepting things we can't change. Remember that the Apostle Paul said, I can do ALL things through Christ who strengtheneth me.' The verse doesn't say some things' or `most things;' it's ALL THINGS.
If you want me to, I will contact the student leader and tell him to let you into the program. But you must pledge not to reveal the names of any of the members. It is truly anonymous!"
Jon quickly read the form he was offered before signing it, "Jonathan E. Minor."
The following day, he met in a deserted corner of the library with a senior who went by the pseudonym of Abel. Abel explained that the members, including him, went by aliases when they met as a group, but would never address each other by those names in public where anyone else could hear them. Jonathan would be known as Phineas.
Abel suggested that Phineas should attend a gathering that very evening after dinner. At his first meeting, he would not be expected to speak if he didn't want to. He would be assigned another member to be his support person. They could meet for prayer once a week or more often if they felt it necessary. They were to become buddies who would help each other out when the temptation became too great for them to handle alone.
At the dining hall that night, Jonathan glanced around the room wondering who else there was in this secret society. He was relatively certain that he would know at least some of the members. With an enrollment of about 2,500 students, it would be almost impossible not to recognize at least one person.
Promptly at 7:10, as he'd been instructed, he walked down a narrow flight of stairs to the basement door of the old gym. The entry was virtually obscured by bushes so that it was not noticeable to someone unless they were searching for it.
He tapped out the secret code that Abel had taught him. Presently, the door opened and he was ushered into a dimly lit room.
"Welcome Phineas," Abel announced.
"Welcome," the 20 or so guys already in the room chimed in.
"Please be seated in the chair I've reserved for you. Tonight, we will open with our monthly confession. I will begin.
Good evening, my name is Abel and I am addicted to masturbation. I have abstained since May of my sophomore year when I joined this group."
"Praise the Lord!" one of the members said.
"Amen!" the others agreed.
"Does anyone else want to speak?"
"I am Jehoshaphat and I began my journey three years ago. I slipped back into sin for a few months, but I recovered and have been faithful since then."
Another round of praise echoed around the room.
It went on in similar fashion until almost everyone had spoken. Jonathan had intended to remain silent, but realized that he didn't need to be ashamed of his record.
"I'm Phineas, and I'm new tonight as you know. I have abstained completely for two years, but I'm finding it harder each day to remain pure. I need your support and prayers."
"You shall have them!" Abel announced.
The others added their agreement to his words in the form of "amen," "you have it, brother" and the like.
The testimony time was followed by a PowerPoint presentation of ways to distract one's mind when temptation arose. After that there was a session of prayer led by Abel. Finally, there was a period set aside for conversation and light refreshments. Before dismissing the group, Abel asked that Phineas and Apollos remain.
Jon recognized Apollos as David Albright, a fellow computer geek and a member of the swimming team. He was both surprised and pleased to find that they would be together as a support team. Dave was a smart, congenial guy and one who looked awesome in a Speedo! That thought made Jon's penis stir. He was beginning to have reservations about leaning on a person he found attractive, but he figured he shouldn't second-guess Abel's decision. Perhaps through this association, God would cure him of his desire for other guys.
Dave suggested that they have lunch together the following day. Though they weren't strangers, they didn't know each other intimately. That should change if they were to bond in the way the program recommended.
Jon found that he was excited about the prospect of bonding with Dave. That night, he carefully chose the clothes he would wear the next day.
As he slept, he had another powerful dream which featured Dave. It ended with a flood of seminal fluid. This time, he awoke briefly, with a smile on his face instead of a feeling of panic in his heart.
Matt had been awakened by Jon's moans of satisfaction. He was so turned on that he couldn't resist taking his own stiffy into his right hand. A few strokes later, he had violated the purity code, but felt much better for doing so.
David and Jonathan texted one another pretty frequently from that day on. By the weekend, Jon was again feeling overwhelmed by his desire for the pleasures of the flesh. He sent a message to Dave asking if they could meet somewhere.
Dave answered that Jon was welcome to come to his room where they wouldn't be disturbed. Since his roommate had been expelled for drinking, he had the place to himself. Jon was quick to take him up on the offer.
"Whoa, how did you luck out with a larger room and a big bed?" Jon asked as he looked at the twin-over-full size bunk bed.
"Tyler played fullback on the football team and needed a bigger bed because of his size. You know how the school babies some athletes. They have several of these units to take care of their favorites."
"They sure don't do that for us swimmers!" Jon exclaimed.
"Yeah, but we are all long and lean without an ounce of fat, like Greek sculptures. Those defensive players are squat and massive, like trolls.
Tyler and I had nothing in common."
"How did you happen to room together then?"
"The dean thought I might be a good influence on him. It didn't work. He jerked off whenever he felt like it without trying to hide it, and I know he went out at night and got blitzed sometimes. I didn't report him because I thought if I prayed for him enough he might change."
"Do you think the dean sees you as a savior for those of us with less self-control?"
"No, but I seem to have a reputation by virtue of being a missionary's kid. I'm no angel on the inside."
"You can't be as bad as I am," Jon insisted. "You don't know what dark secrets lie hidden in my heart."
"You don't know me either. I might have a much darker secret."
"Will you have a private room for the rest of the year?" Jon asked, changing the subject.
"I will unless I invite someone to share it with me. Would you like to be that someone?"
"I'd love to, but there are two problems, as I see it. First, how would we convince the dean to allow it, and how would Matt feel if I deserted him?"
"The first is easy. If Abel talks to the dean and tells him we need each other for support, I'm sure it will happen with no problem. Abel has influence.
As for the second, I would imagine that Matt might like living alone. You could feel him out about it."
"It would be awesome living together because we have a lot in common. We're on the same sports team, studying for the same degree, and after getting to know you, I've observed that we have the same taste in music and lots of other things. It's like we're twins separated at birth! We even like some movies we're not supposed to have watched," Jon smiled.
At Jon's suggestion, the two of them got on their knees by Dave's bed and prayed for guidance in making their decision. They also prayed for a solution to Jon's problem. Jon spontaneously hugged Dave before he left, and Dave returned his embrace with warmth. Jon left with mixed emotions. He really liked this guy; maybe too much.
Matt wasn't offended in the least at the prospect of living alone. He made sure to let Jon know that he would be missed, but inside he was really excited about having the room to himself. It would allow him to indulge in sexual fantasies that he wouldn't dare do in front a roommate. He had a few hard-core DVD's that he was longing to watch as a prelude to an awesome orgasm or two.
After obtaining the dean's blessing, Jon moved his belongings into Dave's room, with Dave's assistance, of course.
The two young men were quite content being together. They enjoyed having the opportunity to study together. Although they were in different sections, they were taking the same classes for the most part. That helped a great deal when reviewing for quizzes and exams.
They talked to their major professor and received his permission to combine their senior projects in order to broaden the scope of their research.
Sharing in the same sport was another thing that strengthened their bond. Since they had the same practice times, they kept the same hours, rising together and going to bed at the same hour. Their lives took on a similar rhythm.
Fall term moved along without much interruption in routine. After homecoming, there was little else to break up the flow. Because the college considered Halloween a Satanic celebration, there was no observation of it. All Saints' Day was considered too Catholic.
Thanksgiving, which WAS celebrated, was limited to a long weekend of Thursday through Sunday. It was too short a time for many of the students to make the roundtrip to their homes. Therefore, a lot of them stayed on campus for the worship service in the chapel and dinner in the dining hall on Thursday and lounged around for the rest of the time unless they had reading or projects to do.
As might be expected, not all of them went to the service, but most enjoyed the dinner.
Jon and Dave slept in that morning. It was a luxury not to get up at the crack of dawn to practice. They rolled out of bed at ten, broke their fast with fruit and muffins, and dressed in slacks and warm sweaters for the repast which was served at 1:00.
The guys were joined at the table by several others from the swim team plus Jon's old roommate, Matt, and a junior named Bryce who seemed quite attached to him.
Bryce was blond and good looking, almost to the point of being pretty. His mannerisms, combined with his manner of speaking, set off bells in Jon's head. Perhaps there WERE other boys on campus who weren't 100% straight. Dave evidently had a similar reaction to the boy, as they would discuss later.
For cafeteria food, the meal was quite tasty. There were real mashed potatoes, yams, a variety of other side dishes, and lots of turkey from the birds which had been roasted slowly in the kitchen's huge ovens.
At the end of the meal, the guys sat drinking tea with their pie and patting their full tummies in satisfaction.
Back in their room, Dave and Jon stripped out of their dress/casual clothes and changed into mesh basketball shorts, commando, in order to lounge around in comfort. The warm temperature in all the dorms made guys uncomfortable being fully dressed. Some boys hung around naked, unabashedly, but Dave and Jon had a fear of getting an erection while doing that.
Dave sprawled out on the large lower bed, which he had taken ownership of the moment Tyler had moved out. Jon sat at his desk near the bottom of the bed to check his email. When he looked up toward Dave, he caught a glimpse of Dave's dick peeking from one of the sizeable leg openings of his shorts. The sight ignited a fire in his groin giving him an instant hardon. At least he wasn't embarrassed by it since he assumed it was hidden under the desk. He gripped it lovingly, enjoying the hot steely feel of it.
As he tried to check Dave out without being discovered, he noticed that Dave's appendage began to swell and stand up on its own.
Dave scooted toward the side of the bed next to the wall.
"Why don't you come and lie down with me?" Dave called. "It's a big bed."
"Um, I don't know if I should right now."
"It's okay, there's plenty of room for ALL of you. That desk is open on the front you know..."
Jon knew it might be dangerous to do what his body tempted him to, but his libido took over, wiping out any semblance of willpower as he moved to join Dave.
At first, the boys lay completely still, facing one another for several minutes with their eyes locked. Neither said anything, nor thought they had moved in the least. However, they seemed to be communicating wordlessly and the space between them appeared to be narrowing magically. Eventually, their lips met.
If the sight of Dave's erection had started a bonfire in Jon's crotch, kissing him set off a huge conflagration! Within seconds, they were groping and grinding their bodies together. Jon's right hand found its way under the waistband of Dave's shorts and Dave's left hand copied the move.
The end came quickly in the form of the most awesome orgasm either had experienced up to that moment. The fronts of their shorts were sodden with cum.
"I'm sorry," Dave began to cry. "I've turned you to be like me!"
"I'm not sorry," Jon replied. "I've wanted to be with you for a long time. You're almost always in my wet dreams."
Then, he gently kissed Dave's tears away, enjoying the knowledge that the salty fluid he was ingesting was a product of his roommate's body.
"You don't hate me?" Dave said with astonishment and relief.
"Just the opposite; I think I love you."
Dave's crying stopped like someone had suddenly turned off a faucet. He started to return Jon's kisses.
"We're a sticky mess," Dave observed with a grin.
"It's a good feeling though, isn't it?" Jon declared more that asked. "Have you ever tasted your own stuff?"
"Um, I guess so, a long time ago."
"May I?"
"Okay," Dave agreed shakily.
Jon lowered Dave's shorts as the latter lifted his hips to help. For a long moment, Jon gazed lovingly at the organ he's just uncovered. Then he bent down, inhaled the aroma, and licked up a big white glob which he swirled it around in his mouth. He grinned at Dave before going back for seconds, this time using his mouth like a vacuum cleaner.
"It's even better than I thought it would be!" Jon enthused.
Dave couldn't hold back any longer.
"May I sample yours?"
"Of course! I hoped you would."
Jon rolled onto his back and helped Dave lower his shorts. Dave went for the gooey substance with no further delay. Within a matter of a very few minutes, he had licked Jon's crotch nearly clean.
After their big meal and recent expenditure of energy, both felt lethargic. They shed their shorts completely and climbed under the sheet. Snuggled together, they soon drifted off.
Author's notes: I need to extend a big thank you to my two editors, Tom in Scotland and David in Texas. The find the missing punctuation marks and typos!
Another chapter will be posted in about a week. If you want an advanced notice and are not on my "readers to alert" list, I'll be happy to add your email. If you're not familiar with my previous tales and want to check them out, just go to http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html and scroll down to "David Lee."
My offerings in the high school category are best read in chronological order beginning with Always and Forever. Each story is free-standing, but some characters in early ones have cameo roles later.
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