When I asked why Cindy called (for I thought it was rather unusual for her to phone me) my Mom said that she didn’t exactly know why, but that it had something to do with Catholic Charities. She added that Cindy had recently been appointed by Bishop Shannon to head up the organization for a two year term in the Quad Cities area (Bettendorf & Davenport Iowa/Moline & Rock Island, Illinois--all cities located within 20 miles of each other).

I didn’t think it was any big deal at the time because she and my brother, Kevin were big social climbers in the Catholic Church. Cindy came from a rather large Catholic family too and she and my brother were always doing something for the church to please both sides of their family. Not only that, but my brother Kevin had his sights set on becoming President of the Catholic League one day for the entire Quad Cities area.

Anyway, I hit the bathroom, stripped down and took a quick shower. I hopped out, toweled myself off, blow-dried my hair, rolled on some deodorant, shaved off what little whiskers I had growing under my chin and splashed some after-shave on. I hit my closet and put on some gray slacks, white button down Polo shirt, conservative red & gold tie and navy blue sports coat. I had a few minutes left over so I picked up the phone and called Andrew’s father. After the fourth ring, his answering machine picked up like it usually did when he wasn’t home. I was kind of glad that I didn’t have to talk to him cause I was in a hurry, but I wanted him to know I had called and would try to phone him the next day. I wished him a happy New Year and hung up.

When I went downstairs, my Mom was just about finished getting ready, my two sisters were waiting for us in the kitchen and my little brother was still running around the house all pissed-off looking for his dress shoes. Well, I knew exactly where he had placed them last--in the hall closet behind the vacuums cleaner just after we came back from church on Christmas Day.

When my Mom finally walked into the kitchen, we could hear my little brother still screaming & yelling his head off that he guess he couldn’t go to the party because someone stole his shoes. I laughed, winked at my Mom & sisters, and yelled out, “Try looking in the closet behind the vacuum cleaner where I told you not to put them when we walked in the door after church on Christmas.”

Immediately there was dead silence and within 30 seconds or so my little brother popped into the kitchen and said, “OK. I’m ready now,” as if it were no big deal and he knew all along where they were.

My Mom handed me the keys to her car and we exited the kitchen door and entered the garage. Just as we all got settled in the car and I started it up after popping the garage door open, my Mom looked over at me and said, “Honey, I hope you don’t get too tired tonight; you got up so early today.”

I didn’t want my Mom to think I was too tuckered out to enjoy myself so I informed her that I took almost a three hour nap over at my friend Terry’s house after we played basketball at the YMCA. I had known Terry since kindergarten and Andrew and I often shot hoops and played touch football with him. Therefore, I didn’t think a ittle white-lie would hurt.

My Mom smiled politely and replied, “ That’s good honey--I was kind of worried about you--you know you need your sleep--especially since you’re always on the go.”

I thought if she only knew how much I had been on the go for the past few days like having hot-steamy sex and getting fucked by Andrew’s Father and then a priest. I could still feel the protrusion in my hole from the wonderful morning ass fucking I received from Father Williams.

But instead I just said, “Well I feel great. I’m really looking forward to seeing everyone tonight.”

When we arrived at my uncle’s house about 10 minutes later, the party was just getting started. About 20 people had already arrived as some of my older cousins were setting up the bar and serving drinks to the adults. I walked in the kitchen and said hello to some of my aunts who were cooking a huge dinner for everyone. Normally we served corned beef hash, cabbage and black eye peas for New Year’s.

I then said hello to the rest of my aunts, uncles and cousins who were standing around socializing. My great Aunt Hazel came up, gave me a kiss on my cheek and announced to everyone that I was the most handsome young man in all the Quad Cities. It was no secret I was her favorite and she often had a way of embarrassing me in front of everyone.

A few minutes later, Fathers O’Toole and McDonald, two long time priests my father and uncles drank with down at the Knight Of Columbus bar, arrived. They were regulars at our New Year’s parties especially since my Dad and uncle always stocked the bar with “Bushmills” original Irish whisky just for them.

Within an hour or so, the party had swelled from about 20 people to almost 45 with people still straggling in the door. I said hello to my oldest brother Jack and his wife April along with their friends from out of town, Dennis & Christina.

Jack mentioned to us as we stood around chatting that our other brother, Kevin, and his wife, Cindy, would be along shortly for they had to stop and pick someone up they were bringing to the party.

About 20 minutes later, just as my aunts began to set up the buffet, I was chatting with two of my older female cousins, Emily & Candice. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I got the shock of my life. Coming through the front door were Kevin & Cindy along with their guest. And their guest just happened to be none other than Father Williams. He was dressed in his standard priest’s garb exactly like I thought he would be wearing.

I almost shit in my pants as one of my cousins took their coats and Kevin & Cindy began introducing him to the gang. It was obvious the minute Father Williams walked into the crowd that he was going to be the hit of the party. My relatives began flocking up to him introducing themselves I guess because they had never seen a priest with so much charisma, charm and was so damn good looking all at the same time.

I knew it was only a matter of time before they spotted me. So I told myself not to panic like I did that morning when the food server saw me in bed without my clothes on. I mean it wasn’t like he was going to tell Kevin & Cindy that I liked taking my clothes off in front of him and then riding his cock. So I tried playing it real kewl in front of my female cousins as if nothing had happened and told them what I knew about Andrew’s trip out to California for the next 15 minutes or so.

As soon as Kevin, Cindy and Father Williams approached the bar, all the blood rushed out of my face and my knees began to buckle. I needed to duck and hide at that point.

I quickly excused myself from my two cousins and went into the bathroom. I leaned on the counter for about ten minutes mediating. Then I took about five long deep breaths. I just wanted to stay in there and crawl up behind the toilet and hide. But I knew that wasn’t a realistic option. I paced the floor back and forth for another five minutes or so, took two more long deep breaths and finally opened the door.

When I stepped out into the hall, one of my male cousins, Tim, just happened to be passing by. He said rather hurriedly, “Hey Robby, Kevin & Cindy are looking for you,” as he dashed down the hall and into his bedroom for a minute.

“This is it,” I said to myself. “Stay cool & calm cause they want to introduce Father Williams to me.”

I walked into the living room which by now was wall to wall people. I couldn’t spot my Brother, Cindy or Father Williams. Evidentially they had disappeared into the crowd. I quickly asked my cousin, Steve who was bartending if he would spike my coke with vodka. Sure enough like the good cousin he had always been to me, he poured me about two shots when no one was looking and I chugged it right down.

I wiped my mouth with my arm as I spotted them over in the far corner of the living room talking to two of my uncles and three of my aunts. I figured it would be better if Father Williams saw me walking towards him so he could prepare rather than just getting a sudden reaction like if Kevin & Cindy walked him up to me and then I suddenly turned around and shocked the hell out of him.

I yelled out to Kevin as they stood around in a circle chatting. Suddenly the circle of people broke and looked to see who was calling out Kevin’s name for a moment. Sure enough they all saw me including Father Williams as I stopped for just a seconds to say hello to one of my Aunts who was talking to some other relatives in another circle. I figured Father Williams needed a second or so to think about what was happening before I walked up to them.

When I finally approached their group, Father Williams played it real cool as if he had never seen me before. My sister-in-law said in a very perky upbeat tone, “Oh Robby, you’re just the person we’ve been looking for --I tried to call you earlier today cause I wanted to talk to you about Catholic Charities--Your Mom may have already told you that I have been appointed director by Bishop Shannon and I am going to need a lot of help this coming year. This is Father Williams, Robby--he’s is on temporary loan to us from the Des Moines Diocese. I want you two to get together and come up with a plan to get CYO involved in fundraising this year--I’m hoping they can raise twenty-five thousand dollars for us in the Quad Cities area.”

I shook Father Williams hand as if we were just meeting for the first time. Cindy & my brother then bragged on me and told everyone about the time I coordinated the CYO field trip for some 200 kids to Chicago. Father Williams replied in a very formal matter-of-fact tone in front of the group, “Well I’m sure Robby here can be of great
help to me since he’s been in CYO.”

My Aunt Rosie then looked me over from head to toe as I stood there with my hands behind my back and paid me a flattering, but totally embarrassing comment in front of everyone when she declared, “ My Robby, you look so very handsome tonight all dressed your in your sports coat and tie. I bet you turn a lot of girls heads at school.”

Needless to say my face turned red as I stood there with my hands behind my back and lifted myself up & down using my toes. I wanted to say, “ Well thanks Aunt Rosie for the kind compliment, but I would much rather turn a few guys heads instead--especially ones with big cocks and want to fuck me like Father Williams here.”

Then Kevin who was known as the maverick and business minded person in our family said, “Robby, let me tell you the best way to go about this. You and Father Williams need to meet one day in the next couple of weeks--like on a Saturday, say over lunch, like say at Denny’s, and brainstorm some ideas. Write these ideas down and then the three of you (meaning me, Father Williams and Cindy) get together and come up with a plan. I mean it may take you and Father Williams two or three meetings before you get down exactly what you want to do, but the point is to come up with some good sound ideas that you can then formulate into an action plan.”

Of course I agreed with my older brother for what the hell else could I say or do in front of everyone. I mean doing work for the Catholic Church was big in our family for there were a number of families in the Quad Cities area who often tried to out-catholic one another. And my brother wasn’t about to play second fiddle to anyone.

We then made small talk for a few minutes--like, my aunts asked me how school was going and what year I was in. Then I figured it would be best to leave and let Kevin & Cindy continue walking Father Williams around introducing him to the crowd. So I politely shook his hand again along with my uncles, kissed my aunts on their cheeks and told Father Williams it was nice meeting him and maybe we would bump into each other later that evening.

Just as I turned around and headed across the room back over to the bar, I took a very deep breath and thought to myself, “If everyone in that circle only knew that I had a load of his cum in my hole right now, it would probably stroke them all out.”

Up until midnight, I walked around visiting with everyone trying my best to enjoy myself. From time to time I would look over at Father Williams and I could feel him glancing over at me every so often. We even exchanged smiles later as he was talking to one group of my relatives and I was talking to another.
At one point I was making my way through the crowd when I bumped into my parents who by now were both a little tipsy. My Mom gave me a huge kiss on my cheek in front of my Dad and said, “Robby dear, we are so proud of you--your brother, Kevin just informed us that you are going to be helping Cindy with fundraising this year and it’s really good that you are getting involved in work for our church--we are so proud of you--you are following in Kevin’s footsteps.”

Then my Dad chimed in as he gave me a big hug and exclaimed, “ We sure are proud of you, son. And if we can be of any help, just let us know--you know we are always here for you.”

Suddenly a flash came across me and I wondered if they would be just as proud when I told them that I was a homosexual. But then reality set in and I just replied with a big smile, “OK I will,and thanks.”

By now the party took on a more lively tone like it always did after three hours of drinking, eating and socializing. Most of the adults if they weren"t a little drunk certainly weren"t feeling any pain either.

As the midnight hour finally approached, everyone began gathering in the living room so we could count down the seconds to the new year and sing that stupid song, Auld Lang Syne.

When my Uncle Jim finally counted down the final second, everyone yelled out, “Happy New Year” as plenty of kisses and hugs went around the room. I quickly headed over for the bar for it was unattended given the celebration and poured myself a stiff shot of Irish Whiskey cause after all that had happened, I certainly needed one.

Then the most odd thing happened. My 34 year old second cousin, Ellen, the one who I took off my clothes for and fucked several years back after I helped her move into he apartment suddenly staggered up to the bar. Ellen, who was known for her loose lips especially after drinking too much at family gatherings poured herself a shot of scotch and then stood next to me looking shit-faced as all hell. As we both leaned up against the bar and looked out across the room she glanced over at Father Williams who was now standing in the corner charming several of my female cousins.

Ellen then said slurring her words, “You know Robby, that Father Williams is certainly one hot, hot looking guy!”

I looked at her, but had no idea how to respond to her comment. So I replied, “OH.”

She swished her drink around with her hand, looked me up & down several times with a smirk on her face and remarked, “Yea, and I bet he’s really good in the sack too.”

Again not knowing what to say which I knew she wouldn’t remember anyway the next day, I replied, “Really?”

She exclaimed with a totally drunken smile on her face, “Really,” as she downed her drink while she glanced across the room at him.

Then she blurted out, “The problem is, I bet since he is a priest, he’s probably gay like all priests are. So I am sure you’re more his type than me and therefore he would much rather get you in the sack since he would find you to be so goddam adorable. And for all I know, I bet you might just be the kind of guy who"d like something like that,” as she walked off before I could respond zigzagging her way across the living room floor.

While I knew she had no idea about the two of us, I wondered if women"s intuition lead her to believe that I was a homosexual if not BI--especially since she had witnessed first hand the extent of my love making abilities with the opposite sex.

About 20 minutes later, I was pouring myself a cup of coffee up at the bar when Father Williams approached to get himself another drink. No one was around, so he gave me an upbeat like look, winked and whispered, “Small world, isn"t it?”

As I turned and looked out across the room, I replied, “Yea it is; I’m sorry all this happened tonight.”

Father Williams very quickly remarked biting his teeth, “ What do you mean, sorry? Heck, don’t you see, this is great, Robby? Now we can be together whenever we want or you can call me or I can call you--I mean if anyone ever asks, all we have to say is that we were working on our fundraising projects together---I can’t believe what a break this is for us.”

I never thought about it that way, but he was absolutely right.

After I downed my coffee and was pouring another, Cindy & Kevin suddenly strolled up. Kevin said in a very upbeat tone to me and Father Williams, “Gentlemen, tomorrow Cindy and I are having a New Year’s get together over at our house --Notre Dame is playing so why don’t both of you join us and we’ll watch the game on my new wide screen TV that Cindy got me for Christmas? Robby, Mom and Dad are coming over and so are Father O’ Toole and McDonald,” as he looked over at Father Williams.

Kevin then added, “Robby why don’t you pick Father Williams up after Bishop Shannon’s New Year’s mass and bring him over to our place since he doesn’t know where we live.”

Well, needless to say, Notre Dame football was king in our household like it was in every Catholic family’s household. I couldn’t say no even though I knew it was going to torpedo my plans the next day with Andrew’s Father. I looked over at Father Williams and asked even though I already knew the answer, “Are you staying at the rectory and should I pick you up there?”

Father Williams replied, “Well why don’t we all meet at church and sit together for Bishop Shannon’s mass and you can take me from there over to your brother and Cindy’s house, Robby?”

Kevin quickly jumped in and said that was a great idea. So before I knew it, we all agreed to hook up in front of church.

Then Kevin said with a serious look on his face, “Robby, may I see you for a minute in private,” as he grabbed my arm and lead me over to the corner of the room. He carefully looked both ways to make sure no one was around and said, “Robby, that fucken cousin of Mom’s and ours, Ellen, is drunk again and needs to go home. But she’s too drunk to drive herself back to Iowa City. We tried to take away her keys, but she won’t let us unless you agree to drive her back--what the hell is going on with you two?”

Instantly, all the blood rushed out of my face. The last thing I needed was for Ellen to tell someone like Cindy or Kevin about what happened several years back given she was totally inebriated by now.

So I quickly said with a blank look on my face, “I have no idea why she wants me to drive her home--hell Kevin, I haven’t even seen or talked to her since last year on New Year"s.”

Kevin looked me in the eyes with kind of a furious look on his face and replied, “Well who the fuck knows--look, just drive the bitch home in Mom’s car---I"m driving Mom & Dad home in their car cause they’ve had a little too much to drink---Cindy is going to follow me in our car and then we are going to drop Father Williams off since he"s staying at a motel tonight ---you take Mom’s car and drive Ellen over to Iowa City (which was about 30 miles away) and if you are too tired to drive back, just dump her in bed and sleep out on her couch--I’ll get Mom’s cell phone from her and you
take it with you in case you have a problem--then you meet us at church tomorrow at noon---just wear what you’re wearing tonight and you’ll look fine if you decide to stay the night.”

Well, I wasn’t about to question my brother, so I told him that it sounded like a plan to me. Kevin and I quickly walked over to Ellen and he demanded her keys the second he told her that I would take her home. After she reluctantly handed them over, Kevin whispered, “OK Robby, let me get Mom’s cell phone while you shove her in the car.”

As I held Cindy under my arm while I said goodnight to everyone, Father Williams gave me a quick wink as if to say, “Can’t wait for tomorrow sweetboy.”

When I got to my Mom’s car which was about a half a block down the street, I hit the unlock button on her key chain. I leaned Ellen up against the car for a minute and opened the door. Quickly, I grabbed her before she fell over cause she was already staggering to begin with. I threw her in the front seat after I opened the passenger side door. Kevin rushed up from behind and handed me my Mom’s cell phone. Just as I was closing the door, Cindy opened her stupid drunken mouth and exclaimed, “Robby, I want to fuck again,” as she slumped over in the seat and passed out.

Kevin, exclaimed, “What the hell--what did she say?”

I quickly replied as I ran around the front of the car to get in the driver"s side, “Oh hell Kevin--she’s drunk--she doesn’t know what she is saying.”

Kevin looked at me just as I got in and simply replied, “Oh, OK see you tomorrow--drive real careful cause there’s bound to be drunks out there.”

I nodded my head up & down acknowledging to him that I would. As I peeled off I couldn’t believe that I had dodged yet another bullet.

The drive to Iowa City took about 40 minutes. By now it was almost 1:15 am. Soon as I pulled up to her apartment, I gabbed Ellen and almost had to drag her out of the car. Thank God she lived on the bottom floor for I wouldn’t have likely got her up the steps. Just as we stumbled into her apartment through the front door, I turned on the lights and she woke up into what I would call a semi-coherent state. Her apartment was nice and warm because she had left the heat on. I quickly phoned my brother, Kevin, on his cell phone to let him know that we had arrived safely.

Kevin then informed me that he had just pulled up into our driveway with my parents and two sisters, little brother, Adam and Jim, our neighbor. He said in a firm voice that under no circumstances did Mom & Dad want me driving back for it was way too late and there were probably plenty of drunks out on the roads. He added they wanted me to sleep on Ellen’s couch like he first suggested and then head back sometime the following morning and meet them at church. So I agreed to their wishes cause I didn’t want to worry anyone.

Just as soon as I hung up, Ellen exclaimed as she began to stir, “Oh Robby, I’m so glad you are here, I’ve really missed you!”

I quickly replied just to get her cooperation , “Well I am glad to be here too,” as I held her in my arms trying to stabilize her so I could at least walk her down the hall and into the bedroom. But then, unexpectedly, she reached over to my crouch and began rubbing my cock through my trousers. That 30 minute or so nap she had on the drive home rejuvenated her to certain extent. I quickly said, “Now Ellen come on -- it’s time for you to go to bed,” as I grabbed her hand trying to stop her.

I wanted her to crash out cause what I really wanted to do was jack-off thinking about me and Father Williams before I went too sleep that night. By now the testosterone was brewing in my nuts again and I needed to ejaculate in the worst
way.

She quickly protested slurring her words and burst out, “I want you to take off your clothes for me again.”

We quickly got into an argument as she sat down in the kitchen chair and refused to budge. At first I told her, “no way,” but after about 10 minutes or so I could see she wasn’t going to change her mind. Besides I figured she probably wouldn’t remember it anyway. So, I reluctantly agreed only if she promised she would go to bed right afterwards.

With an unwilling look on my face which I was sure she noticed, I removed my jacket and blue sports coat first. Then I unbuttoned my white Polo shirt, peeled it off and removed my undershirt. I removed my dress shoes, pulled down my pants and underwear. The second I stepped out of them she said with grin on her face, “Now come over here you little cutie-pie and let me take your socks off.”

I quickly lifted one foot up at a time and she tugged each one off. As I stood before her completely naked and with my flaccid cock hanging out she smiled and said, “Now turn around so I can check out that darling little tush of yours. Given I knew she wouldn’t go to bed until I at least met that demand, I turned around for about 60 seconds or so and let her look my backside over. I kind of felt like a raw piece of meat on display at that point as I stood their with my arms at my side while I could feel her eyes glazing me over. Then I finally said, “Satisfied now?”--As I turned back around before she could respond.

Then she said, “Now come here I want to see that little charmer (my flaccid cock) of yours.” I replied somewhat impatiently, “OK Ellen you can touch it, but that’s all we are going to do.”

So I walked up to her and instantly she began to fondle my cock hoping it would grow as she held it in her hand and teased it. And sure enough it sprang to life. Once it was fully erect, she remarked, “Oh my God--it’s so much bigger than it was a few years ago--it’s darling--and your little blond pubbies are all grown in too,” while she admired my big purple cock-head gingerly with her eyes.

I didn’t know how to respond to her comment so I just smiled and blushed as she leaned over and kissed it several times while she rubbed my balls.

Then she did something that kind of aroused me. She reached over to a drawer in her china cabinet and pulled out a new feather duster. She looked straight at my cock & balls and began to tickle my privates. The feeling was extraordinary even though I just wanted her to go to bed. With an enormous smile she worked the feather duster under my groan and into my crack fluffing my pink hole. While the feeling was peculiar, it was also quite zestful. I felt humbled, but yet stimulated at the same time.

Then she asked, “Does it tickle cutie-pie?”

I replied with grin on my face, “Yea, Kind of.”

She said with a satisfied look on her face, “Well good.”

Once she was content that she had teased my privates out of nowhere she suddenly demanded that I do a little dance in front of her like I had done the first time just after I had taken my clothes off back then. Again I protested her request, but I knew it was in vain since I had already done it before. So I allowed her to turn the radio on and I danced to an old 80’s tune, “Shout” by Fears for Tears. As I moved my hips back and forth she kept asking me every so often to turn around so she could check out my ass. Even though I didn’t like what she was making me do, I was kind of excited by my predicament at the same time.

When the song finally ended, I said, “OK Ellen, Now it’s time to go to bed,” as I reached for my clothes.

Ellen quickly replied, “Well, I’ll go to bed, but you have to do one more thing for me.”

This time I looked at her very impatiently and said, “ What’s that?”

She then said with a drunken smile on her face, “Since I take it you don’t want to fuck like we did last time you were over here, I want you to jack yourself off for me.”

I angrily protested, “What? What the hell--no way, Jose.”

She gave me a very taunting look and then replied, “Now Robby you know I like to watch guys masturbate--especially a cutie-pie like you--just lay down on the floor and play with yourself--it’s no big deal---Really!--and I promise I won’t ever tell anyone.”

Before I could say a word, she reached over and grabbed my cock again, “Slowly she began to stroke me as it began to grow. With a smile on her face, she exclaimed, “Come on Robby; just do it for me--pretty plezzze.”

The second it became fully erect, she teased my cock-head by softly stroking it with just two fingers and her thumb. I must admit that the feeling was sensational even though it was a female toying with it. It was almost as if she were trying to hypnotize me until I agreed to her little request.

About a minute later, I said to myself, “What the hell--I’ve already fucked her once-- stripped for her twice--danced in the nude for her twice--so I mize well jack myself off for her since I’m feeling horny anyway.”

So I closed my eyes and laid down in front of her on the carpet just as she requested. I placed my hand over my shaft and began stroking myself very slowly at first. Suddenly a really exciting fantasy came over me. I visualized I was down on my hands & knees getting fucked in the ass by Andrew’s Father while I sucked off Father Williams at the same time. Then I imagined that Ellen watched the whole thingexcited as all hell.

She suddenly exclaimed in my fantasy, “God Robby! I don’t blame you for being a homosexual one bit. I would be one too if I were a guy and could have hot steamy-sex with these two handsome men.”

“Now this is really a hot fantasy ,” I told myself.

Before I knew it, I was stroking myself faster and faster. Ellen exclaimed as she looked down at me, “God this is so hot, go faster.” I went as fast as I could stroking my hand at lightening speed across my shaft. Before I knew it, I could feel myself want to cum. I needed to have a terrific orgasm so I held it for as long as I could and then finally released my nuts. Instantly my cum shot out all over my chest and tummy as my body jarred and I struggled desperately to catch my breath.

As I laid there gasping for air, she kicked off her shoe and began smearing my cum all over my chest using her big toe. I was so exhausted at that point from the terrific orgasm, I didn’t even bother to object.

Ellen then suddenly got up and went into the kitchen. I could hear her pour herself a drink. Just as I opened my eyes, she quickly downed the scotch and then poured herself another. She grabbed a washrag, rinsed it off in the sink and came over to me. She downed her second one, knelt over and wiped all the cum off my body. When she went back into the kitchen to pour herself yet another, I decided it was time for me to get up and get dressed. Just as I grabbed my underwear, she came over and tried to stop me by placing one arm around my waist and the other around my bare ass as she hugged me tightly. She said,“ Come on Robby, why don’t you come to bed with me?”

This time, very impatiently. I replied as I tried to break her lock, “Ellen I have done everything you have asked and then some. Now let go of me and please go to bed. I want to get dressed. I’m sleeping on your couch tonight.”

But by now she was already sloshed again from the three shots. We quickly got into an argument and she refused to let go of me. Just as she grabbed my cock again, I exclaimed in anger, “Ellen, please -- leave--me--the--hell -- alone.”

Slurring her words she asked almost angrily, “What the hell’s a matter with you Robby; are you gay or something?”

I didn’t even think about her question as these words just automatically and angrily shouted out of my mouth, “Yes, I’m gay; now leave me alone.”

Silence suddenly feel over both of us as my breathing became heavy and we looked deep into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t believe what I had just said. Now the genie was definitely out of the bottle at least to one member of my family.

She looked up at me with a smirk on her face and said, “Well I guess that explains everything”.

I quickly replied, “I guess it does; now please let go of me and go to bed--we both need to get some sleep”.

Indeed my statement had a very sobering affect for she gently slide her hands off my ass & waist, kissed me on the cheek and said, “I’m sorry about everything Robby--I shouldn’t have tried to come on to you. I was just thinking of the old times we had and got carried away cause I’ve probably had too much to drink.”

I could really sense the sincerity in her words so I kindly replied, “It’s OK Ellen, and thanks-- don’t worry about it--I promise I will never hold what happened tonight against you--but please do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about me---I’m not ready to deal with my sexuality yet. Listen, my Uncle Jim is going to pick you up around noon tomorrow and take you back to his house so you can get your car.”

I kind of felt sorry for her so I even walked her back to her room even though I was still in the buff. She pulled down the covers and got into bed without taking her clothes off. Within seconds she was out like a light. I pulled the covers up over her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.Despite her shortcomings she was still family after all. I turned off the light and walked back into den.

I sat down in the chair and thought about everything that had just happened. I couldn’t believe I actually outed myself, but then I thought Ellen was probably the most logical choice in my family to first out myself to anyway---especially in the condition she was if she even remembered.

When I looked over at the clock, it was about 1:50 am. I put on my underwear & T-shirt, grabbed two blankets out of the closet, turned out the lights and hit the sofa. The minute I got settled in, I began thinking about Father Williams and how bad I wanted to be with him. I was in love and I couldn’t help it--especially after all he and I had been through together that day.

I must of tossed and turned for half an hour trying to sleep, but it was no good. I just couldn’t get drowsy thinking about us. I wanted touch him, feel him, kiss him, hold him, smell him, lick him and suck him. And I wanted him to hold me, kiss me, touch me, suck me, and most of all, I wanted him to fuck me again like he did that>morning. I was a true homosexual now and there was going back.

I convinced myself that I had to be with him again that night even if it was risky by driving all the way back and parking my mom’s car out in the hotel parking lot. I quickly got dressed, left Ellen a note thanking her for everything and that I would call soon.

I drove real slow cause I knew there were lots of cops out. But I was sober especially after the two cups of coffee I had just before I left the party. I figured Father Williams was probably back in his room by now sleeping for it was already 2:30 am. I wanted to call him on my mom’s cell phone, but I didn’t have the number of his motel. As I came off the last turn, my heart started pounding and my foot began shaking again. But like I had done in the past, I took about three deep breaths until my body calmed. When I drove into the parking lot, I parked my mom’s car all the way to the rear where it was hard to spot. I quickly dashed across the parking lot and into the lobby. A few stragglers were just coming out of a banquet room from a New Year’s party that had long broken up.

Rather than risking going up to the third floor and pounding on his door, I walked over to the courtesy phone for I remembered his room number. When the operator came on the line, I quickly asked her to connect me to room 3-K. The phone rang only twice when Father Williams picked up. When he heard my voice he became jubilant and exclaimed, “Robby! Is that you, where are you?”

I replied that I was down in the hotel lobby and asked if it was OK if I came up. He exclaimed, “Of course it’s OK--hurry up, I can’t wait to see you.”

I quickly hit the elevator button. As I was waiting for the doors to open, suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore about someone seeing me. I gladly hopped on as about five people got on behind me and we headed up to the third floor.

Before I could even knock, Father Williams opened the door. The instant I walked in we held each other and kissed harder than we had ever done before. We never wanted to let go of each other. When our lips finally parted he held me tightly in his arms and asked how I managed to pull off our, “in the middle of the night,” encounter.

I quickly explained what had happened. Except I left out of course the details about how I became a sexual exhibitionist for my cousin Ellen. I simply explained that after Ellen went to sleep, I decided to leave her a note and drive to back to the motel so we could spend the night together.

Knowing that I had taken some risks, it proved to him just how much I cared for him. From that point on, he never questioned my love for him again.

He quickly undressed me and I removed his robe & underwear. The second we got into bed we both felt a sense of serenity. I cuddled up tightly next to him while we kissed and then talked & laughed about all that had happened that day. He told me he almost died when he first saw me at the party. I informed him that I almost peed in my pants when I first saw him walking through the door with my brother and sister-in-law.

About 4:30 am, we finally drifted off to sleep cuddled tightly in each other’s arms. Our souls were bonded together just as tightly as our bodies were.

When morning rolled around, once again, I woke up to the wonderful feeling of his sweet gentle lips planting soft warm kisses all over the back of my neck & spin as we remained on our sides with his arm wrapped around me tightly. If ever he had got me in the right mood to make love, it was now.

Slowly I rolled over on my stomach and spread my legs under the covers. He instantly got the hint that I wanted him again. Very gently he kissed the back of my neck one final time, reached over to the night stand and grabbed the bottle of baby lotion. He peeled the bedspread all the way back until see could see my naked body was totally spread eagle with my ass looking him right in the face. I guess the sight of it was just to much for him to bear for he instantely lowered his head and kissed my buns back and forth, then inserted his warm wet tongue deep into my crack. My body instantly recoiled as I cried out in soft moans of ecstasy. He had gotten me so hot & horny that I felt like we were going to catch the bed on fire. I couldn’t help myself and blurted out, “Ohhhhhh, fuck me.”

He popped open the bottle and applied a healthy portion of lotion all over his fingers.

Just as he inserted one into me, I let out a soft moan to encourage him. It felt so submissive which was just the sentiment that I wanted to experience. Slowly he worked his finger in and out of my hole while I laid there and enjoyed his foreplay. Moments later a second one entered me. This time I let out even a louder and longer cry as I moaned out, “Ohhhhhhh, that feels so good---I want you so bad.”

Like he had done the previous morning he lubbed up his cock and then gently mounted me. Carefully he positioned his cockhead up to my opening and admitted it into my hole. The feeling was so wonderful! I whispered out in a joyous & nelly like moan, “Ohhhhhhhh, you feel so good”.

Within seconds he worked his shaft up my all hole until it was all the way in. Even though I wanted him to just hold it in place so I could feel his thick piece of meat, more importantly, I wanted to feel the sensation of him sliding his cock in and out of me.



So I moaned out, “Oh please go slowly; I want to feel you”.

Just as I requested, gradually he began to pump me. I cried out in a low moan, “ I could do this forever with you--I love you.”

He kissed me on my cheek and replied, “Oh, I know, so could I sweetboy--I love you too.”

There was no doubt in his mind that I loved getting fucked by him. I even interlocked our fingers and squeezed them tightly because I couldn’t get enough of him. A few minutes later he began to pump me faster and faster as I squeezed our fingers even tighter. Right away he began holding his breath for he was trying to bring himself to climax. Suddenly he exclaimed, “Ohhhh, Robby--sweetboy--I’m cumming,” as he pumped me about five more times and then thrust his cock all the way into my body. Instantly I felt warm droplets of his seed fill my hole and did it ever excite me.

As he tried to catch his breath while he came back down to earth, he exclaimed, “ I can’t believe how good that was--we’ve got to do that again-- I mean real soon.”

I absolutely concurred and replied, “Ya, I know we do”.

After we laid in bed together for about 20 minutes or so kissing & cuddling, we got out, took a nice hot shower together and got dressed. We had 20 minutes to get downtown and meet my family on the steps of the church as we had planned for Bishop Shannon’s New Year’s Mass. Father Williams quickly checked out at the front desk and we headed to the parking lot. He got in his car and I got in mine. My plan of course was to tell my parents that I just drove back from Ellen’s apartment in Iowa City. I knew Ellen was probably just waking up and didn’t know exactly what time I had left.


On the way downtown, I called Andrew’s Father on my mom’s cell phone. As soon as he answered we wished each other a happy new year. I explained that my older brother, Kevin, and sister-in-law were having a get together over at their house after church and I didn’t know if I could make it over. I added it was simply something that unexpectedly came up at the last minute and that I couldn’t get out of. But I quickly offered to try and make it over on Sunday morning before we had to go pick up Andrew.

While he sounded somewhat disappointed, he said that would be fine and to just try and get over to his place whenever I could between now and the following morning.

About 10 minutes later, I pulled up as close as I could to our Church. It appeared the service was going to be packed judging by the number of cars that were already parked on the street. I walked about two block to the steps of the church. My parents, sisters, little brother, Kevin and Cindy were already waiting on the steps. I had just kissed my mother and hugged my Dad when Father Williams came marching up the steps from the other direction. After he exchanged greeting with everyone including me, we headed into church. As we walked through the entryway, I felt kind of strange strolling into mass after just getting fucked in the ass--especially since it was a priest who had done the dirty deed and I could feel his cum oozing out of my hole and onto my underwear. I guess that’s why I considered homosexuality to be the “dark side” which I loved so much. It seemed to be so clandestine and immorallike my relationship was with both Father Williams and Andrew’s Father.

What seemed interesting was I found myself sitting next to Father Williams all day. We sat right next to each other at mass, then Cindy seated me next to him at lunch over at she and my brother’s house and then my brother had me sit next to him while we watched the football game. But I sure didn’t mind and even felt like we were kind of a couple.

About thirty minutes after game ended, the get-together began to break up. I asked Father Williams if he wanted to see Kevin’s trophy room which was upstairs. My brother had a room full of trophies from when he was a big jock in both high school and college. While of course I knew he didn’t give a shit about some stupid trophies, but it was a chance for us to be alone one final time for a few minutes.

The second we walked upstairs and into the room we gave each other a deep wet kiss and held hands for a few seconds. Then we talked about how we were going to get together again the following weekend. We quickly gave each other one final kiss and then walked back downstairs where he said his good-bye’s to everyone. After he kissed my sister-in-law on the cheek and thanked both her and Kevin for a wonderful time, he left. I chatted with two of my uncles for the next 20 minutes or so until my parents said it was time that we head home as well.

I knew after the previous night and the full day we just had not to ask my mom if I could borrow her car that evening so I could secretly drive over to Andrew’s father condo. Instead I asked her if I could borrow it early the next morning and then he and I could drive over to Peoria in his car to pick up Andrew. I informed my mom that I thought Andrew’s plane landed at 10:AM even though I knew it was scheduled to arrive at 2 PM. I figured if I got over there by 8 AM that would give me and his father a chance to be together for at least three hours before we had to leave for the airport.

When my mom said, “sure” I phoned Andrew’s Father just as soon as we got home.
I informed him that I would be over between 7:AM and 8:AM the following morning. While he was a little disappointed that I couldn’t spend the night, he remarked, “OK,Great Robby, see you on the AM and I’ve got a little surprise just for you".

That night I went to bed really early which surprised my parents. I wanted to have at least one more action packed day, so I figured I needed to get my beauty sleep.

When I woke up super early at 5: AM, I decided not to go back to bed. I had gotten a good night’s sleep and was already super horny again. I hadn’t cum since New Year’s Eve when I jacked myself off in front of my cousin, Ellen. The testosterone was definitely brewing in my testicles again and I knew I would cum at least twice with Andrew’s father if not more.

Of course at that hour everyone was still sound asleep. I hit the bathroom where I took a massive dump and then a nice long hot shower. I even fingered myself with baby shampoo just so I could prep my hole really good for there was no doubt that Andrew’s Father was going to seek it out in just a few hours with his hot sizzlen rod.

Just before I left my house at 6:AM, I phoned Andrew’s Father. He was already up and excited to learn that I would be coming over early. The second I hung up, I headed out to the garage, hit the garage door button, started up the car and backed out. On the way over I thought about everything that happened to me since Andrew left. I knew when he got back that afternoon from California things would never be quite the same again. And while I was a little sad about that, I was also excited about the new chapter I had opened in my life. Besides, nothing is forever I thought and I certainly wasn’t about to go back to the heterosexual world that I once lived in even if I had to be closeted about my homosexuality for a while. It was way too exiting being a queer cause it seemed so mysterious and dark.

When I got about a mile from his place, once again my arms & legs began to shake. And once again I took several deep breaths to try and calm myself. I never could figure out exactly what would bring my anxiety on other than the fact that I knew I was going to have a homosexual encounter shortly. But I even found my uneasiness over it kind of exciting.

Just as I pulled up, by body began to shake like it had never shook before. This time I took about twenty deep breaths until I calmed. I opened the door and got out.When I walked up the steps and knocked on the door, he opened it almost immediately with a delightful smile on his face. He looked so damn handsome too.He had a fresh hair cut, was wearing blue jeans and a really soft masculine looking red flannel shirt.

No sooner did he close the door after I walked in when we immediately embraced and he gave me a deep wet kiss. Instantly my cock became rock-hard and I knew his stiffened too. He quickly exclaimed, “ I’ve missed you so much; I’m so glad you’re here, Robby”.

I looked deep into his eyes as I gave him a quick kiss on his lips and replied, “ Well, I’m sure glad to be here too---it seems like it’s been forever.”

Even though I had a terrific fling with Father Williams the deep feelings I always had for him suddenly came back. After all, I had known him for many years and he was the one who I first let insert his cock into my boy-beaver and pop my cherry that snowy cold night.

Just as I had removed my jacket, he poured us both a cup of hot coffee. After we talked a few minutes, I could unequivocally sense that he couldn’t wait to see me in my birthday suit again. So I thought I would give him a late New Year’s treat to make up for not being able to make over on New Year’s Day. So,I kindly excused myself and went to the bathroom. I quickly removed my shoes & socks first and then stripped off my clothes. I folded them neatly and placed them over the sink. Once again I felt splendid inside knowing that I was going to expose my naked body to him once again.

The minute I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, his eyes opened wide until they became almost perfectly round. An enormous smirk crossed his face and he exclaimed, “Come here Robby, you look so beautiful--just like the first time I saw you in the bathroom,” as he embraced me immediately.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me and we frenched deeply. I just loved the feeling of my naked legs pressed up against his sturdy blue jeans and my bare chest mashed up against his soft flannel shirt. I felt so dainty like inside being engulfed by his masculine body.

Slowly he worked his firm hand down and began rubbing my naked buns with sheer pleasure. The feeling was so incredible that I lifted my leg and began rubbing my knee into his groan I was so hot and horny by now.

A few seconds later, he gave me my ultimate fantasy come true. As we continued making out, slowly he walked us over slightly to the kitchen counter. He reached around with one hand and pulled something out of a brown bag that was sitting on the tabletop. When our lips parted and he swung his hand back around so I could see what he was holding, I became more ecstatic than at any point in my young life. In his hand he held a nice sized carrot with the longest green stems that I had ever seen. He exclaimed, “I looked real hard for this one cause I knew you would love it--see I remembered your dream.”

Indeed I did love it for I knew exactly what he’d planned to do with it. Without even saying a word, I bent over his kitchen table and spread my legs. I was excited as all hell in anticipation of having it shoved up my butt just like he had done in my dream.

He reached into the pantry and pulled out a can of Crisco. Just as he opened it and swabbed a gob on his fingers, he explained that lard was a terrific lubricant. At a leisurely pace he spread by ass cheeks using his thumb and index finger and then fingered my hole with the lard using his free hand. By now, getting fingered, while it felt good,just didn"t satisfy me after having two big juicy cocks in my hole during the past five days.

Very carefully he inserted the carrot into my crack and began twisting it gradually up my boy-beaver. The feeling was absolutely splendid--far beyond my wildest imagination! In fact is was better in real life than in my wet dream. My cock was so hard knowing what I was allowing him to do to me that I thought it was literally going to break in half.

Once the carrot was all the way in me, he carefully stood me back up. By now I was happier than ten blind lesbians in a fish market. The marvelous feeling was indescribable! Seeing my joy, Andrew’s Father gave me a quick deep wet kiss.

Just when I didn’t think it could get any hotter, Andrew’s Father toped it when he reached in and pulled out of a plastic bag that was laying on the counter the cutest pair of pink bunny ears. He explained that he bought them at a costume shop in Des Moines when he went to visit his parents. With a sinister smile on his face he carefully fitted them on top of my head. When the placement suited his satisfaction, he looked me over from head to toe as he grabbed my razor hard cock and exclaimed, “You look adorable, Robby, lets go see yourself in the mirror”.

He led me by my cock down the hall until we reached his bedroom. We closed the door so I could view myself in his full length mirror that was attached to it. Even I had to admit that I looked absolutely precious with the carrot up my rump as thelong green stems hung out making it appear as though I had a bunny tail. And wearing those pink bunny ears made me look all that more submissive at the same time.

The only way I could genuinely thank him was to suck his cock which by now I was dying to do anyway. So I got down on one knee and carefully unbuttoned his jeans as well as the bottom buttons on his flannel shirt. I pulled his jeans down along with his boxers just below his waist. The instant I did, his beautiful cock came springing out and brushed up against my right cheek. Immediately, I planted soft gentle wet kisses all over it and then slowly took that thing of beauty into my mouth.

At once, he moaned out to let me know just how good I was making him feel. Slowly, I guided my lips back and forth over his cockhead taking his cock as deep as I possibly could into my mouth. He was so appreciative of my efforts that he placed his hands on my naked shoulder blades and massaged them while I sucked him.
As my lips slide back and forth I couldn’t have felt any more passive. Here I was down on one knee, completely naked, sucking the juicy thick cock of a fully clothed man, with a carrot up my ass and wearing darling little pink bunny ears all at the same time.

By now I couldn’t wait to taste his warm delicious cum so I gently reached up and grabbed the base of his cock. I jacked him off with my right hand while I locked my lips firmly around his cockhead. I could tell he loved the sensation for he let out about five gentle moans of ecstasy and bent over slightly for his body was so stimulated. It wasn’t but about a minute later when I could begin to taste a small sample of his warm delicious manhood. Clearly he was enjoying a pre-mature ejaculation as his body shook violently. I worked both my hand & lips faster and faster. Suddenly a river of cum filled my teenage mouth.

Like the good queer I was, of course I swallowed every drop of his offering as it surged out of his sexy body went down my throat. He was so spent from the terrific orgasm that it took him almost a full minute to cool off.

Once he came back down to earth, I pulled his jeans back up and buttoned them along with the bottom buttons on his flannel shirt. I got off the one knee I was on and then straightened myself back up. Immediately he held me in his arms and gave me a colossal wet kiss as a way of thanking me for the wonderful blow-job I treated him to. As we swirled our tongue around deep into each other’s mouth, he worked his hand down to my ass and slowly twisted the carrot in my butt back & forth. Of course he knew as if I already wasn’t all ready hot and horny enough, he was making me even hotter for the sensation was phenomenal. My cock couldn’t have been harder as it pressed up against the hardy fabric of his jeans.

Knowing how sexually excited I was, he slowly walked us over to the night stand just like I had in my dream. Immediately I became ecstatic for I knew what he was planning to do. He was going to jack me off until I shot my load all over the wedding picture of he and Andrew’s Mother. I was about to ask him if he was sure we wanted to do this, but by now he had taken to the point-of-no-return. And besides, I figured if he didn’t want to do this to me, he wouldn’t have walked me over to the night stand to begin with.

Within seconds he was jacking me off slowly as we both looked down at the photo enclosed in a glass picture frame. But this was by far hotter than I had in my dream. As he stroked my cock with his right hand he pinched my nipples with his other. This naturally drove me into lunatic state and within seconds I could feel my nuts want to explode. I couldn’t control myself and railed out, “Oh God --I’m cumming!”

Hearing my cries of joy, he stroked me as fast as he could and pointed my cock right at the picture. He pinched my right nipple really hard one final time just as I released my nuts. Seconds later, my cum shot out all over the picture and night stand and even managed to hit the glass casing almost right in the middle. Andrew’s Father looked on with pure joy and exclaimed , “ Oh Wow Robby--this is so damn hot---I love it”.

Once again, my organism was so sensational, I could hardly breath and my knees actually buckled this time. But he quickly caught me as I fell to the floor and held me up with his strong arms until all the cum oozed out of my body and I calmed which took almost two full minutes. It seemed like every time I thought gay sex could get any hotter, it sure as hell did. And of course I cherished every second of it.

For the rest of the morning, I pranced around his condo naked and even pretended like I was a little bunny rabbit every so often as the carrot remained up my butt. He only removed it about 30 minutes before we had to leave for the airport. We hopped in the shower and of course I bent over and let him fuck me like we did the first night once we had soaped each other up.

After we picked Andrew up, on the drive home, he told us all about his trip out to California and how he met this girl he really liked. I could tell he was definitely in love this time and was even planning to see her again the following weekend for she only lived about 120 miles away down in Missouri. I knew right then and there that our paths would soon begin to part and we would eventually go our separate ways. For one thing Andrew was a year older than me, would be graduating in June, and then moving on to college. I still had a year to go.

But despite that,I had opened up a brand new chapter in my life and as it turned out, it was by far the best year of my life. Not only did I continue seeing Andrew’s Father, but I also had an on-going affair with Father Williams at the same time.

Up until the time Andrew graduated, if I wasn’t seeing his father on Saturdays while he was down visiting his girlfriend in Missouri, I was fooling around with him when Andrew and I spent the night together over at his place. Mostly his father and I would have sex in the middle of the night after Andrew had long fallen asleep in his bedroom. Andrew’s father would simply wake me up as I slept on the couch and we’d go back to his bedroom and quietly sixty-nine. Sometimes, if we really wanted to play it risky, I would bend over his bathroom sink and let him fuck me. It was really exciting I guess because it was so damn risky. Then we would get up in the morning along with Andrew and all have breakfast together as if nothing ever happened.

When Andrew went off to school that fall, I would sometimes meet his father over at his place with the excuse that we were going fishing early the next morning-- which sometimes we in fact did. One of our most memorable experiences together took place at a lake the three of us use to go to when we were in Boy Scouts. After Andrew’ father and I had cast our lines into the water around 5AM, we noticed no one was around. Normally there were always a few people with their lines in the water around that hour, but there wasn’t a sole at the docks that particular day. So I took my clothes off, bent over a wooden rail and let him fuck me in the great outdoors. It was so damn exciting because in the back of our minds there was always a remote possibility of someone catching us. In fact, it was so exciting that we stayed until late evening and did it again once we were the only two left.

And when I wasn’t having a fling with Andrew’s father, I was having one with Father Williams while we worked on our so called fundraising projects. We really lucked for about a month after the New Year’s Party, one of the older parishioners at our church, Mr. Hambrow who was 91, gave Father Williams a set of keys to an old farmhouse to use as his personal retreat that had been in his family for years and no one used anymore. The farmhouse was only 15 miles north of Davenport. So Father Williams and I would often hook up on Sunday’s after church and pretend we were working on our fundraising projects together. Actually we ended up mixing work with pleasure for we would work on our projects for a few hours and then hop in bed and fool around for the rest of the day. Of course I would spread eagle in bed and then he would faithfully mount me and do the dirty deed.

When summer rolled around that year, we would hook up at the farmhouse at least twice if not three times a week. And after having outdoor sex with Andrew’s father, I desperately wanted to try it with Father Williams. So sometimes we would go out to the pasture where I would strip, bend over and let him fuck me up against this incredibly beautiful maple tree.

With out a doubt, I had the best of both worlds that year. Having not one, but two hot men to fool around with was perfect since I was such a horny kid to begin with.

About a year later, I came out to my mother. It was kind of interesting how it all happened. To this day I’m not sure if it was based on one if not two separate incidents.

The first happened later in October of that year. Father Williams and I along with a group of friends in CYO put on a “Octoberfest” dinner in the basement of our church one weekend to raise money for Catholic Charities. The festival was held over three nights-- Friday, Saturday and Sunday for we didn’t have school on Monday or Tuesday due to in-house teacher service meetings that week.

Needless to say, the Octoberfest dinners went off without a hitch. Even Bishop Shannon showed up on Saturday night and had dinner with all the parishioners. Cindy was excited as all hell for we felt comfortable that we would make about a $5,000 profit. Since Father Williams and I of course were the ones who came up with the idea and put the event together, naturally we stayed until the last volunteer left after we cleaned up.

Just after we counted all the money, we determined that we had actually made a $5,300 profit. Thinking we were all alone and it was rather late, Father Williams smiled, leaned over and gave me a deep wet kiss. Of course I naturally put my arms around him while we made-out. Just as we were in the middle of our frenching session, suddenly we heard the sound of a chair moving in the right back corner of the room. Of course my heart starting pounding harder than jack-hammer trying to break through 10 ft of solid concrete for I knew someone else was in the room. When we quickly broke off our kiss and separated, we looked over in the corner of the room where the noise was coming from. There under the table was my little brother, Adam. He had told my parents that he would ride home with me since he didn’t have school either the following day. Only he didn’t bother asking me in advance so he just hide out until after my parents left then he knew I would be forced to take him home.

I was so pissed, I could have killed the little shit. But Father Williams grabbed my arm and whispered, “Now stay kewl, Robby. You don’t whether he saw us and even if he did there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

So I took his advice and told my little brother to come out from underneath the tables. He made me promist that I would get angry or hit him before he did. Once he came out, he walked up to us and we visted for a few minutes before we then said goodnight to Father Williams and left.

On the drive home I had a really strange feeling my little brother witnessed the whole damn thing cause we hardly spoke. It seemed to me he was in deep thoughts as he looked out the window and never once looked over at me.

It wasn’t but about three days later when my mom began to both look and act funny around me for about two weeks. I was hoping that my little brother didn’t tell her what he saw that night if he in fact did see us. But I had a sinking feeling that he probably did.

The second incident took place about six months later in early April. Andrew’s father and I were over at his place. After we had one of our hot-steamy love making sessions we fell sound asleep in his bed. But he had gotten a little careless and forgot that he’d told his former wife (Andrew’s mother) to meet him at his condo late that afternoon so she could give him check for Andrew’s college fund his grandfather had established when he was born.

After she rang the doorbell a few times, I guess she assumed no one was home. She must have unlocked door with a pass key Andrew’s father had given her so she could leave a check on the kitchen table for him to deposit in Andrew’s account.

But I guess when she saw my clothes spewed all over the living room, her curiosity got the best of her and she started calling out his name to double check. We both woke up just about the time we heard her voice coming down the hall. We tried to scramble out of bed, but it was too late. Suddenly she walked into the bedroom for the door was wide open and caught us red-handed in bed together. If looks could kill, hers certainly could that day.

She looked at him, then looked at me, then looked back at him, then looked back at me and then finally looked at him again before she spoke.

Then she exclaimed in rather sheer hostility, “Well, Well , Well-- Now I know why you never loved me, Harold. Obviously I’m not your type nor was I ever your type--and here I thought you left me cause you liked chasing those young little skirts around--what I fool I was --well you sure like them young all right--even if they are your son’s best friend---so tell me when did you first seduce this boy with your deceitful charm?”

Andrew’s father tried to reply in a rather panicky tone, “Now just hold on here, Sue--you don’t understand....”. But before he could get another word out, she burst out, “Hold on nothing you asshole. What the hell do you think your son would think of you if he could see you right now in bed with his schoolmate and very best friend? Think he would be proud of you---haaaaaa? Do you Damnit?”

By now I was frozen in place as I sat there in bed trying to pretend like I was invisible.

Then Andrew’s father yelled back. “Yes Susan...I’m gay and so is he ...so what...we aren’t hurting anybody...who the hell are you to judge me anyway.”

Andrew’s mother then shot back, “You’re right Harold...who in the hell am I to judge you...maybe we should leave that up to your son,..what do you think about that idea you son-of- a- bitch?”

Andrew’s Father tried to respond. But before he could, she stormed out of the room. She slammed the door as she rushed out of the condo and we heard the sound of a car start and peel off. When we finally got out of bed ,we walked into the kitchen. There was the check she had for Andrew’s trust fund lying on the floor.

This time it wasn’t but two days later when I noticed my mom began to act rather strange around me again. About a week later I walked into the kitchen very early one morning. My mom was sitting at he kitchen table just after making a pot of coffee. Knowing that no one was up but the two of us, she suddenly asked before she even said good morning, “Robby I want you to tell me the truth; Do you like guys better or do you like girls better?”

All the blood rushed out of my face. While I knew Andrew’s mother must have told her about that day, she sure as hell didn’t let on. So I just looked my mom right in her eyes, shrugged my shoulders and simply replied, “Guys, and that was end of it.

After that day we never discussed my sexual orientation again. But my mom forbid me from going over to his condo and everyone in my family never quite acted the same around me. And one night, before I went to sleep, my little brother and I were talking in our room like we usually did. We were discussing a baseball game we watched on TV when he suddenly asked, “Robby, are you gay?

When I asked why he wanted to know, he replied, “Well, I guess cause everyone thinks you are.”

I replied, “Well yes I am, is that OK with you?”

He replied just as he rolled over and went to sleep, “Don’t worry Robby, you’re still my brother and you can always count on me.”

I replied, “Well you are my little brother and I will always be there for you too”, as I closed my eyes and rolled over on my side.

Shortly after that, I went off to college in New England. I later learned that Father Williams had been given his own parish out in Denver. Andrew’s Father of course remained in the Quad Cities where he was born, lived and would most certainly die there one day.

When I was about 20 years old, I received a letter from Father Williams. He had quit the Church and became of all things, a trial lawyer. We hooked up several times that year and even went on a gay cruse together. We still get together about four times a year for we have become soul mates in a way over the years. Either I hop on plane and visit him in Seattle or he hopes on a plane and visits me in Atlanta.

As for Andrew’s Father, every time I come home to visit my parents, I run across the Mississippi River to the Illinois side and visit him. And every time I knock on his door, he always has a fresh carrot with a long green stem waiting just for me.