Sin Studies | No Nut November Special 1 | No-fap just makes my church friend that much hornier (Patreon)

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He texted in the morning before church. It was in his short and curt style, so I didn't doubt that it was him. 

“We should stop fucking around.” 

I didn't have enough time in the middle of my morning routine to come up with a decent reply. We've been taught to always have our shirts pressed and our hair combed before entering God’s house so I just left the message while I thought about it.

What can I say anyway? It's not like it was me that initiated all the stuff we've done. If I think back, it was Brandon each and every time. 

Okay, rewind a little bit. Brandon and I are from a small conservative town, where going to church is the staple weekend activity. There's not that much else to do around here. Is it a drag? Yeah, kind of. But it's what we know. 

Our group of friends voted Brandon as “most likely to skip town as soon as possible.” A lot of our folks think he's a bad influence and have asked us to stop hanging out with him. 

But Brandon is real, you know. Everyone here in their 20s wants to drink and try some grass. We're all horny as hell for each other and pretend to not be. It’s ridiculous.

Brandon just isn't pretending. Any chance he has, he's introducing us to all the sins that we’re taught to avoid. I know his girlfriend Clara sure is the beneficiary of his tongue. If she wasn't so devoted, she could be the recipient of that big dick too.

How do I know my friend has a big dick, you ask? Brandon set up a little training schedule for us. He said that if we're going to pop our girlfriends’ cherries one day, we have to last longer than a minute. Especially, since our first time is supposed to be pretty significant after waiting so long. So he got us fleshlights, and we practiced at his house pretty much every day until we got to lasting up to 10 minutes.

I'm assuming that's what he means by “stop fucking around” in his text.  I made eye contact with him as we took our seats on the bench, and he just gave me a short nod with his near buzzed haircut. 

I supposed that I was a little upset. Well, curious and upset at the same time. We had a lot of fun training together, and it is strangely a bonding activity to help each other gain control of our bodies. Let's not forget that this was the biggest sexual outlet we had too, so I would miss it for sure.  I was wondering if I did something that messed it all up. 

“Hey, I got your text,” I whisper to him while our pastor drones on. “Did I do something?” 

“No. I just thought we,” some older ladies shoot dirty looks our way, “we’ll chat later,” Brandon says. I see that the chain that he bought is hidden under the polo he buttoned up all the way. 

We waited until the service was over, and we went to the basement to put some things away.

“You can have it. The fleshlight I bought for you,” Brandon says, lifting a box of materials onto the shelf.

“I mean, you bought it,” I say, “I guess it's not sanitary to share.” 

“That ship has sailed,” he says, dusting his hands off. We've shared it too many times. “Anyway, it's not personal. I just decided to try no-fap.” I cock my head at him in question. “It's what the big man in the sky would want. No choking it,” he reiterates when he realizes that I don't understand. 

“Why?” I ask curiously. Sure, that's probably in the bible somewhere… maybe. But, it's not like anyone follows the book 100 percent. Especially not Brandon. 

“Fuck, when are they going to get rid of this junk?” He lifts another box. Profanity, check. The grey polo he has on is starting to show his pit stains. 

“So, you're just going to… not cum anymore?” 

“Until the time comes for me to put a baby in Clara,” Brandon says. “I don't know, man. I was just reading online that keeping it in can make you more attractive to women.” 

There it is. That sounds like Brandon’s reasoning for sure. 

“When you keep your cum in, women can sense it and then they want to sleep with you.” 

I chuckle at myself for believing for a split second that Brandon was going to devote himself fully to the lord. At the end of the day, the man just wants to fuck. 

“Okay?” I say. “How long before that happens?” 

“They say like 3 months.” 

“3 months?!” I say loudly in the dust-filled basement. “Jesus!” 

We make a joke over making the sign of the cross on our chest at that. 

“It won't be easy. But I'm tired of the fleshlight, Terence. It's always so cold. I want something alive.” Brandon puts his arms on top of an old book shelf and rolls his hips. “Something that moves back.” 

I just smile to myself. He won’t last two weeks. No way.

“I’ll try it with you,” I say. He pats on my back. 

“I'll keep the fleshlights then.” 

I'd say my sex drive is considerably lower than Brandon’s. I mean, I want to fuck too, don’t get me wrong. Maybe, it's because my girlfriend Jenny is more conservative than Clara, but it's not like I’m getting offered anything. The first week zoomed by easily, and I only started to feel it in the second week. 

Brandon, on the other hand, was a lot more agitated by the 3rd day.

“Clara is such a fucking bitch. Honestly, when I fuck her for the first time, I'm going to teach her a real lesson.” 

By the end of the first week, I saw him checking out every woman in our community. It didn't seem to matter what size or shape, Brandon was pretty much drooling over them. 

I felt the same way during the second week. Suddenly, even the modest outfits that the ladies wear in church were doing it for me. Being on my knees praying while one particular lady, Sharon, did the sermon, made me imagine what it would be like to eat Jenny out while she was standing. 

“Amen,” we say in a resonating echo. I watch Brandon get off his knees, his slacks tight around his crotch. The man has big balls, literally, and I imagine two weeks isn't making our mandatory pants more comfortable. 

“Want to hang out?” I ask him. 

“Sure, yeah,” Brandon checks out someone's ass as she walks past us. “Fuck,” he says under his breath, his fingers grabbing the air. 

We walk to his place, and the further we get from church, the more our conversation opens up. 

“Is it working? Is Clara more into you?” I ask. 

“Fuck no, she's more of a prude than ever. She's probably a fucking lesbian the way she hates looking at my dick,” Brandon undoes the top button of his polo and his silver chain gleams in the sun. “How about Jenny?” 

“Same as always. I think about fucking her all the time though,” I admit to my friend. “I think I almost had a wet dream last night.” 

“Dude, the fucking morning boners!” Brandon laughs. “This morning I was going to piss myself cause it wasn't going down.” 

“You think you're going to last the three months?” I adjust my boner in my pants. Just talking about hard-ons now is getting me riled up. 

He turns his mouth into a downward frown and shakes his head. 

“I don't think it's working.”

“You don't want to keep trying?” I ask, looking at his tight pants. The package he's sporting isn't discreet at all. 

“I don't know if I can,” Brandon says as he unlocks his door.