Date: Sat, 04 Aug 2001 12:32:22 -0400 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Angel - Chapter 7 G/M Y/A Angel by Tom Cup Copyright 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth and adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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"See," said Angel, "I told you it was here. We'll be safe here." There before them was an old abandoned farmhouse. The priest checked the pump to the well and was amazed to find that the well produced water. He had lost sight of Angel however and panicked only momentarily before the boy came skipping into view. "Look," sang Angel holding out a hand full of strawberries for the priest to examine. Jonathan hadn't realized that he was hungry until that moment. The thought that they now had water to drink, something to eat and a roof over their heads caused the priest to give a sigh of relief. "See," said Angel, "I told you it would be all right." "Yeah, as long as we're not found." "Have faith Jonathan. Have faith." Jonathan shook his head and surprised himself by laughing. They gathered strawberries together. The boy was dressed in a white alb that hung loosely over his body. Jonathan couldn't stop looking at the boy as the fabric move to reveal more or less of his body. The priest wondered what stirred him more having seen the boy nude or the teasing lines produce by the alb. "Do you want me to take it off?" Angel's voice broke into the priest's thoughts. "What?" "The alb. Do you want me to take it off?" "No. I mean, I don't know. Yes and no." Angel took a deep breath and smiled. "You told me the truth," he said still beaming, "I love it when you tell the truth. No matter how hard it is." "I'm trying Angel but this is extremely hard for me. You know that don't you?" "Yes, I know." "I want you more than anything I've wanted in my life. I keep arguing with myself. I keep wondering which I want more; you or my immortal soul. My mind says of course it's my soul but my body burns for you." "You can have both." "That's not church doctrine Angel. You know this." Angel simply shrugged and lifted the alb from his body. The priest stumbled toward his naked body drawn by some unseen force. He knelt before the naked boy and before he knew what was happening his lips felt the heat of the boy's bear skin. The boy sighed and the priest's hands roamed over the boy's body. Jonathan felt himself falling. He couldn't stop himself. He wanted to stop. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to have this boy. He waited for some sign of resistance from the boy. He knew that if the boy showed any hesitation it would be enough to bring him out of this dream and back to his senses. But the boy was encouraging him. He marveled at the small size and chiseled hardness of the boy's penis. It felt natural taking the boy's member into his mouth. It felt natural as the boy began to move to the rhythm of his sucking. Neither hesitated when the boy shook and quaked shooting his seed into the priest's mouth. Jonathan's only thought was that he would experience every form of pleasure he could think of with this boy. As if reading his mind the boy shifted his position and found the priest's hardened cock. Angel released it and slid it into his mouth. Jonathan gasped. The warmth of the boy's mouth seized his entire body. He could barely breath. He heard the cry erupt from his throat. It was a song lacking of restraint. It was a song dedicated to a soul's emancipation. It was a song that erupted from Jonathan's very bowels. He would cry for hours after the release. He both mourned and rejoiced that he would never be the same again; that for as long as he lived he would be this boy's protector, servant, and lover. It was the vow he was forever meant to take. "Angel?" Jonathan whispered to naked boy lying next to him. "Yes." "Can I ask you something?" "Yes." "You seem to know a lot about... what we just did... um... sex." "Yes I said. I have done it before. I've done a lot of things before." "But when? Where? My Lord, Angel you are so young to know these things." Angel kissed the young priest on the lips with a smile. "When is not important. Where is not important. What is important is that you need me." "Yes you're right. I didn't know it before but yes, I do need you." "Then enough talk. I'm yours for tonight." "For just tonight?" the priest asked feeling a sudden stab of pain. "Tonight will be enough. Tomorrow will have it's own concerns." "But...." "No more talk," Angel insisted pulling Jonathan on top of him, "You have needs." ***** It was not like the bishop to make such an angry telephone call but he had been pushed beyond his boundaries. He was already concerned about Father Kennedy and the disappearance of the two boys; but the visit from the Cardinal was so unexpected, and hinted at so many things that he did not know, that he was shaken to his very soul. "I assure you that all that can be done to locate the boys is being done," the bishop tried to reassure, "Two boys alone with not were to turn can hard remain hidden long. I am sure..." "We will take charge of this matter from here," The Cardinal interrupted with a raised hand, "You will release all records of the boy to my assistant and make no further inquiry into the matter." "The boy?" the bishop responded showing his confusion. "Yes," flatly stated the Cardinal, "The one you call Angel. The other boy we leave in your care but Angel is to be found and returned to us." "I don't understand," responded the bishop in confusion, "You mean that Angel has been under the care of the Church? We were under the impression that the boy..." "It matters little what your impressions were," the Cardinal again interrupted, "The boy has been under care since birth. You will return him to us. You will not question him. You will remain silent. You will obey." Bishop Albright kissed the signet ring and remained silent as the Cardinal rose and left the room. The phone call to Cornelius was made only moments after the Cardinal's departure. Bishop Albright would himself take over the search for the missing boys. Send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com