Matt shifted slightly in the pew, trying to keep his above-average concentration on the Pastor. His gigantic erection was rubbing against the course fabric of his cardboard boxers, a new play he had gotten into. Oh god, nothing made him feel more alive. He began to gloriously grind against the material, letting out low moans of ecstasy as he got closer and closer. The child next to him rose, along with the rest of the church, but Dckie stayed seated. He was almost there... Oh GOD. Dickie came like that fucking inevitable Jehovah's Witness to your doorstep, crying out for the name of his wildest fantasy he had been entertaining. "Oh Big Pussy, fuck me!" The church fell silent. All eyes turned to the picturesque man standing in soiled cardboard undergarments, thrusting wildly into the air. But Matt didn't care. All he cared about was Big Pussy's supple ass. That's all he needed.
THE END