Preachers, teachers, parents, and peers talked about sex a lot, without defining it, and when I pressed them, they described a penis and a vagina, nothing else. Where did I get the idea to do other things?
I learned from our Nazarene Youth Minister.
The Preacher might be elderly, but the Youth Minister had to be young, cool, and attractive enough to keep kids interested. Ours was Brother Bob, fresh out of Olivet, in his early 20s, tall, with enormously broad shoulders, a barrel chest, and gigantic hands.
Unfortunately, I never saw him shirtless -- he always wore a suit and tie, the Nazarene equivalent of a clerical collar. But when I went down to the altar to get saved or sanctified, he came down and wrapped his huge hard arm around me, and I could feel his hard barrel chest against my back.
I never got a Sausage Sighting either. But you could hardly miss the gigantic Mortadella+ swinging around in his pants every time he moved. Particularly in NYPS, when we were kneeling to pray, and he walked from person to person to see if we needed help: his crotch was exactly at eye level. And at least once, when he hugged me after altar call, I felt it press against me like.
One Sunday night during the summer after ninth grade, I walked out into the parking lot during altar call to escape from the frenetic shouting, and saw Terry and Dave, twelfth grade best buddies, talking in the shadowy area by the church bus.
Dave was a member of church royalty, with perfectly cut black hair, perfect teeth, and an athletic physique. Last year I got a Sausage Sighting at summer camp: impressive, maybe a Bratwurst, cut.Terry was slim, with dirty-blond hair almost too shaggy to meet Nazarene standards, an aspiring Gospel singer from an unsaved family who started coming to church last fall. He backslid every few weeks and had to go down to the altar again.
I didn't usually associate with twelfth graders -- the three year age gap seemed unbreachable. But I had to say "hello," or they might think I was spying on them.
"Twelve inches, easy!" Dave was saying. "Brother Bob's is bigger than Brother Dino's by a long shot. No way it's happening!"
The rest of the story is too risque for Boomer Beefcake and Bonding. You can read it on Tales of West Hollywood