Right (25) By Littlewing1957
Jack woke at 5:00a.m. Sunday morning with an almost painful hard-on. He had been dreaming about Ennis holding him inside the tent up on Brokeback. Jack grimaced as he replayed the dream. They were cooing and cuddling after a night of close and steamy sex! Jack held Ennis tight for a few hours, and after that, Ennis took his turn and cuddled Jack like a babe in arms. Jack rubbed his swollen penis, slid his fingers up and down the shaft until he released. He rose immediately after his orgasm and hid his soiled and sticky sheets under his bed. Jack was sure his mom washed a few of his semen stained sheets when he was a teen, but he was a man now – he should be able to control himself. He would wash the sheets in secret later.
After he showered and dressed, Jack headed downstairs to an empty kitchen. His mom was surely up in her room getting ready for church, Jack thought. His dad was probably walking somewhere on the property, keeping an eye on things. Mr. Twist never went to church, which saddened his mom, but suited him just fine. Jack walked over to the cupboard and removed a box of corn flakes. He had to prepare his own breakfast on Sunday morning, as his mom was too busy to cook before service. After he ate his morning meal, Jack climbed the stairs and knocked on his mom’s bedroom door. “I’ll be out in a minute, Jack.” Mrs. Twist yelled. Jack promised her that he would drive her to the Missionary Pentecostal Church. She even talked him into staying for service. Jack couldn’t believe that he agreed to go, but he couldn’t say no to his ma. Mrs. Twist assured Jack that he didn’t have to dress up, as their congregation believed: “come as you are.” Jack thought he looked mighty fine in a starched white shirt, a pair of khaki pants and black shoes. When his mom exited her room, however, Jack wished he had a suit! Mrs. Twist looked very pretty in her white Sunday-go-to-meeting hat, a floral shirtwaist dress, white shoes and a gold and white pocketbook. “You look very nice, ma!” Jack whispered as he took his mother’s hand. “I’m ashamed to be seen with you like this,” Jack announced as he swept a hand across his body. “You look fine, Jack.” Mrs. Twist countered evenly. “Now let’s get going or we’ll miss testimony service.” Jack nodded and escorted his ma to the truck.
Jack drove in silence, as his thoughts were with Ennis. He mailed the postcard 3 days ago, and even though he didn’t expect a response after only 3 days, he began to wonder if the card would even reach his friend. Jack remembered Ennis’ remarks about marrying Alma, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the marriage actually took place, and if Ennis and Alma were setting up house. “Jack, you passed the church!” Mrs. Twist shouted and snapped Jack out of his thoughts. “Sorry ma!” Jack mumbled as he turned the truck around and found a spot in the church’s tiny parking lot.
Mrs. Twist led Jack into church where they were greeted with several pews of people waving hands and white handkerchiefs. Jack was not a frequent visitor to the church, but he never forgot the peculiar manner of worship. They took a seat near the front, and sat directly behind a lovely young woman with waist length red hair. She was swaying and chanting - waving her white handkerchief. And in what seemed like a split second, the young lady rose to her feet and began to tremble and convulse. Jack didn’t blink an eye, as being touched by the holy spirit was a common occurrence at Missionary Pentecostal church. The young woman, who Jack knew only as Katie, looked as though she would fall backwards in a swoon. “You know what to do, Jack!” Mrs. Twist whispered in Jack’s ear. Jack knew very well that he was expected to break Katie’s fall. He rose quickly from his seat as Katie fell backwards in his arms, a look of sweet rapture on her lovely face. But just as soon as he tried to return Katie to her seat, he noticed that she was staring straight into his eyes. Jack blinked nervously as a seductive smile spread slowly over Katie's beautiful face. Jack knew the woman was flirting and he chuckled silently. Flirting in church when she should be serious about praising the Lord? Jack couldn't believe it! He gently lowered her to her seat and sat back down himself. Mrs. Twist saw the entire exchange and smiled knowingly at Katie.