Date: Sat, 17 Jan 1998 16:53:45 -0000
From: Ken Claybourne <kencly@globalnet.co.uk>
Subject: FATHER JOHN

      The following story is fiction. It must be common knowledge that
there are, unfortunately, a small number of priests who abuse the secrets
of the confessional to seduce young boys, but the priests in this tale are
imaginary creations. The story is in no sense autobiographical, so don't
ask. The author does not condone such behaviour, or any illegal sexual acts
between adult men and under-age boys. If you are under the legal age and
despite the many warnings given, you continue to read this story, I think
you should go to confession and ask for forgiveness. You will, won't you?

      Benny and I were both nearing fourteen. (I am Ben.) I suppose we
first became friends from having the same name. We had been friends for
ages, at the Catholic Orphanage for Boys we had been placed in when quite
young.

      The nuns were terribly strict about almost everything, but most of
all about what they called `immodesty`, which was anything to do with our
bodies. We bathed with a towel round our middles, even in the bath
itself. We dressed and undressed under the blankets, so as not to expose an
inch of flesh below the waist or above mid thigh. And any talk about sex,
or even about urination or bowel motions, was severely punished if we were
caught.

  Of course we broke the rules, in those as in other matters; but always in
great secrecy, and with feelings of guilt. Not that we did much - looking
at each other; playing with ourselves, or very rarely touching each other
in the forbidden places. What held us back was not just guilt, but the fact
that we had to go to confession every week and tell it all to the priest.
It never occurred to us to hold anything back: the fear of Hell was too
firmly instilled in us.

  There were three priests in the parish. Father Michael, the oldest, was
nice enough, but I didn't like confessing to him, as he would make me go
over the little sexual sins very carefully, and tell him in great detail
what had happened, which embarrassed me. Father Pat, the middle one, was
not often there at the times we had to go. Both Benny and me preferred to
go to Father John, who took all we told him without comment, and always
gave the same penance - `three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys`. He was
also nice to us at other times, and often gave us sweets after we had
served Mass for him.

  Then one Sunday morning, after Benny and me had served early Mass for
him, he turned to us in the sacristy and told us that he thought he should
have a talk with us about some personal matters. "Not now, lads. You need
to be getting back for your breakfasts. I'll arrange something with Sister
Mary, maybe this afternoon."

  So we were not surprised when we were told after dinner that we were to
go across to the house where he lived with the other priests for some
instructions on serving High Mass. We were told to behave ourselves, and to
tell Father John that we must be back for four-thirty, for our afternoon
tea. We presented ourselves at the house, and he led us into a big sitting
room. He sat us down on a big soft settee, and sat between us.

  "Now, lads, we can talk. Father Michael and Father Pat have gone for a
walk, and will be back later. Before I start, I must tell you that I told
Sister Mary a little fib. I don't only want to talk about serving Mass, but
about something that concerns only us men."

  "You two come to confession nearly every week and tell me these `sins of
immodesty`, as you call them. Now what I am going to say is for you two
only. You are not to pass it on to the other boys. Do I have your word on
this?"

  We both nodded, wondering what on earth could be coming.

  "I want you to know that the good Sisters are making far too much of what
is perfectly normal behaviour, boys. For young people to explore the needs
of their own bodies is normal, and to do the same with a friend, in
private, is normal too. You know your catechism?"

  "Yes, Father."
  "Who made you?"
  "God made me", we replied in unison.

  "Then surely, boys, if God made you, then he made all of you, including
those parts that you are told not to touch. And He made the nice feelings
that I know you get when you are touching them."

  Benny had a question. "But Father, why do the nuns tell us not to even
look at each other?"

  "I'm not really sure. Maybe it's what they were taught; or it's because
they have taken a vow of Chastity. The Church does have rules on these
things. Now it is wrong for married men to play with themselves in that
way, if in doing so they neglect their wives. But you aren't married, are
you?"

  We laughed. "No, Father!"
  "And you haven't taken a vow of Chastity?"
  "No, Father!"

  He smiled. "Now a few questions. Do you have what are known as `wet
dreams`? I knew what he meant. Benny had found his pyjamas wet a couple of
times recently, but it hadn't happened to me. Benny admitted that he had.

  "And it makes a mark on your pyjamas, doesn't it, which you hope the nuns
won't notice. You know, I think it is more sensible to make it come out
when you want it to. That's what I do, and that's what you should do,
whether by yourselves or with each other. Do you know how to do it?"

  I shook my head. I knew that when Benny touched me I got a good feeling,
and he always liked me to touch his. But neither of us had thought of
taking matters further.

  "Would you like me to show you how? Don't be afraid to say no, if you
think you are not ready yet. There will always be another time. It's a very
personal thing, and should not be rushed."

  I wasn't sure what to say. I was interested, but a bit afraid as
well. Benny had no doubts, though, and said he would like to know how to do
it.  We wore short summer pants and shirts, and in those days no
underpants, so it was easy for Father John to push up the leg of Benny's
shorts and expose his cock, already half- erect. He took Benny's cock in
his hand and started to stroke it up and down. I felt myself getting hard
as I watched, and the priest smiled at me.

  "Get yours out too, Ben, and do the same as you see me doing to your
friend. Maybe it would be easier if you took your pants right down; and you
too, Benny."

  We both obliged, and he now started properly to masturbate Benny, who was
enjoying it a lot, and lay back on the settee. Father John was working
faster now. I was trying hard myself, but without much success. Father John
looked at me.

  "I can see that you will need special treatment. Just wait until I finish
with Benny here." He speeded up, and brought Benny to a climax, and a few
drops of sticky white stuff spurted out of Benny's cock. It was the first
time I had seen it happen, and I found it intensely exciting.

 Father John laid me full length on the settee, and removed my pants
completely. Then he knelt beside me, and started to play with my
cock. Benny joined him, watching with great interest, and Father fondled
his bum as he played with me. Then he bent his head and kissed my belly,
then moved down to my erect cock. He took it fully into his mouth and
sucked at me strongly. At first I was a bit afraid, but then a lovely
feeling came, and I felt for the first time that magical tingle that seems
to come up from your toes right to the tip of your cock. I felt myself
pushing up to him as something that was not pee spurted from the end of my
cock. He took his head away just in time, and let me see it shoot out onto
my belly.

  "Well, little friend, did you enjoy that?"
  "Oh yes, Father. It was lovely."
  "Good. Now for your next lesson!"

  He stood up, and unbuttoned his trousers, and let them fall. His cock was
huge, to my boyish eyes. He took my hand and placed it on the throbbing
object.

  "Now, Ben, hold it quite firmly, and move your hand up and down on it so
that the skin slides back and forwards over the end. That's right. All he
way to the bottom and then back up again. Now carry on, but go a bit
faster.  Squeeze a bit tighter. That's it!"

  As I served him in this new and exciting way he fondled me everywhere he
could touch, but most of all my bottom cheeks, and between them, which I
liked a lot. "Now go faster, Ben, and harder. Here it comes!"

  We were amazed. A great spurt of stuff shot out, onto my chest, and onto
the settee, and four or five more spurts followed. He sat down on the
settee, and hugged me to him.

  "That was really good, Ben. Thank you. Did you enjoy doing it?"
  "Yes, Father."
  "Enough to do it again some time?"
  "Oh yes, Father!" "And me" added Benny.

  He got out a big hanky and wiped off the stuff from himself and me, and
then we got dressed again. We were sitting innocently on the settee when
the other two priests came in. To our astonishment they came across to
Father John, and Father Pat put an arm round his shoulder.

  "Well, John, How did it go? Are they any good?"

  "Very promising, Pat. Benny here had no doubt what he wanted. Young Ben
was a bit shy at first, but he certainly got over it after I gave him the
mouth treatment. He gave me a really great tossing! Look, boys, there's a
good half-hour before you need to go back. Would you like to oblige Father
Pat and Father Michael? I'm sure they'd like to see what you can do."

  We were teenaged boys, once roused, ready for anything. Of course we
agreed! Benny knew what he wanted, and went straight across to Father
Pat. I was left with old Father Michael. I was a bit disappointed, but
thought that I had better show willing, so I smiled at him and took his
hand. He bent his head close and whispered "Thank you, lad. I hoped it
would be you."

  The four of us went upstairs, leaving Father John to hold the fort.

    Father Pat took Benny into a bedroom, and Father Michael took me into
another. It was a nice big room: I suppose, being the senior, he had the
best. He took me across to the bed, and slowly undressed me, clearly
enjoying what he was doing.

  "Oh, my boy, you are beautiful. You are very beautiful."

  I was embarrassed. No one had ever talked to me like this. But I was
flattered as well. Then he started to undress, and on impulse I began to
help him. He was very pleased, and let me finish off, and I took off his
vest and pants for him. He was quite thin, and I liked the hardness of his
body. When we were both completely naked he took me across to the bed, and
lay on his back, and drew me on top of him. He pushed his cock, longer than
Father John's, but thinner, between my legs, and told me to grip it with my
thighs. I did as he said, and he started to push against me, while feeling
right into my bottom hole with his finger. I liked the feeling it gave me.
He pushed his cock against my hole with his hand, and I could feel its heat
against me. I pushed back against him as I squeezed on his shaft, and I
felt as if the end of his cock was going to come right into me. Then I felt
the hotness of his juices spurt against my hole. He pressed almost into me
as it happened, and some of it actually went in a little bit. I wished it
had been more. I felt the good feeling again, and hugged him tight. Father
Michael sat up, and pulled me onto his lap. He held me close, and kissed
the side of my face. I turned to him, and he kissed me full on the lips.

"Did you like that, my little Ben?" I snuggled up to him, feeling very
secure with this old priest.

"Yes, Father. I liked it a lot."
  "I think that next time you would like me to go a bit further, wouldn't
you, Ben?"
  "I would, Father. Thank you for showing me."
  "I think you and me are going to do nice things together, little
friend. But it's time to get dressed now. Come on."

  We got dressed, and went downstairs, where Benny was already waiting,
looking very pleased. Father John smiled at us, then took me aside, and
asked me if I knew of another boy who might be interested in a bit of
fun. I said I had an idea, but that I wouldn't give him a name until I had
made sure.

    Then Benny and me walked back for tea, and compared notes. I told him
about Father Michael, and he told me that he and Father Pat had sucked each
other at the same time, and had come in each other's mouths together. I
suggested that we might try things tonight, in bed.

 "Just you try and stop me, Ben!"

     We got back to the Home, and the Sister who let us in asked what we
had been doing. We showed her some pamphlets that Father Michael had given
us, and told her that Father Michael had said he wanted to talk to the
Sister Superior about us. She said she would pass on the message, and sent
us for our tea.

 That night we waited impatiently in bed until we were sure that Wally
Corner, who shared our bed, in an attic room at the top of the old house,
was fast asleep. Wally did sometimes join in a bit of fun with us, but he
always did it in the dark, as if he was afraid of anyone seeing. There was
another bed in the room, shared by two younger boys of about twelve, but
they always seemed to fall asleep quickly. At last we were happy that Wally
was off, and we took off our pyjama bottoms. I had explained earlier to
Benny what Father Michael had done, and how much I had liked it, and I told
Benny that I thought that he might be able to get his right in. He agreed
to try, and suggested that as he had found from Father Pat that he liked
being sucked, I should do that first to make him nice and slippery. So I
did that for him, until he told me to stop, as he thought he might be going
to do it again.

 Then I bent over the bed and let him push his cock into me. It hurt a bit,
but he soon got it right in and started to push in and out. It felt good,
and I pushed back to help him. It was a moonlit night, and as he was
pumping away at me I realised that Wally was wide awake, and
watching. Before I could say anything he threw back the bedclothes to show
that his pants were also off, and his cock as stiff as a poker. He moved
across and sat in front of me, his legs either side of my head.

 "I've been awake all the time, Ben. I knew you two were up to something.
Now suck me like you sucked Benny."

 He didn't give me a choice, but thrust his cock at my mouth. I was happy
to oblige, and sucked on him as Father John had done to me that
afternoon. Then Benny said he was nearly there, and I felt him spasm as he
came into me. Wally was not much behind, and I tasted spunk for the first
time. Not much, but it made Wally very happy.

 Then we got another surprise. I suppose we had been making rather a noise,
and we saw that George and Joe, the two young ones, were sitting up
watching us. Benny and me didn't know quite what to say. We didn't know how
long they had been awake, or how much they had seen. Wally wasn't put out
at all.

 "Come across, you two, and join the fun." They came across, minus pyjama
bottoms, and sat on the bed with us. Wally explained that he and they often
had a bit of fun when we were asleep.

    "George is a lovely sucker. Let him show you, Ben, as you haven't
managed anything yet."

     George didn't wait for me to answer, but went straight to my cock and
started to suck it. Wally was right! The little lad knew all there was to
know about his craft, and was soon giving me intense pleasure. Best of all,
he knew how to make it last. Joe went across to Benny.

 "I saw what you did to Ben just now. Do you want to do it to me?"
 "Not just now, Joe. My knob end's a bit sore. I must have gone too hard at
Benny."
 "Yes, you were giving it him good. Well, then, let me do it to you."
 "Do you know how?"
 "Better than you. George and me have done it a few times. We never wear
our pyjama bottoms. We were hoping that Wally would want to do it soon. He
comes across for sucking sessions when you two are asleep."

 He told Benny to lie on his front, and got on top of him and got to work.
George took his head from my cock and looked up at me. "You can do me if
you like, Ben. Let me show you how I like it."

 Who was I to say no, fully roused as I now was? He made me lie on my back,
and sat over me, and lowered his chubby little bottom onto my erect four
inches. He pushed hard down, and I entered him easily. He pushed down
further, and I was soon all in him. Then he started to bounce up and down
on me. I couldn't take much, and within half a minute I was spurting into
him. He seemed disappointed that it had been so quick, and looked across at
Wally.

 "Do you want to as well, Wally? I can see that you have a good hard one
again."

     Wally, like me, was not one to refuse such an offer. George decided
that he had done enough work, and lay on his back with his legs in the air
for Wally to enter him, which was managed with ease, George being well
relaxed by now. And of course Wally was able to carry on for quite a
time. I don't think Joe could actually produce anything at all at his age,
but he seemed to get a lot of satisfaction from his performance with
Benny. In the end, everybody was satisfied, and we had a big communal
embrace before settling down at last to sleep. I knew that we were going to
have a lot more fun in the weeks ahead, and was almost sorry that we had
got involved with the priests. But I supposed that without them we would
not have got round to discovering the pleasures awaiting us in our own
bedroom!

     Of course, we hadn't said a word to Wally and the other two about our
involvement with the priests, and we waited for what would happen next. I
thought that perhaps Father John would tell us something when we went to
confession again, but things happened before that.

 The next day, at about teatime, Father Michael came to the home. I saw him
coming up the drive, and went to the door to open it for him. As he came in
I whispered `Wally Corner`. He smiled, and said he might have some news for
us after he had talked to Sister Superior.

 He told us later what had gone on. He had told Sister Mary that he was
concerned that some of the boys were having difficulty in coping with their
developing sexuality.

 "I'm not giving away secrets of the confessional, Sister, when I say that
two or three of the boys are definitely troubled by these matters. I know
you do your best for them, but of course you are all ladies, and must find
it hard to instruct the lads. I suggest that two - no, three of the boys
who seem the most in need of guidance should have a course of instruction,
controlled by me, and involving also Father Pat and Father John. We would
need to proceed very slowly, of course. Perhaps one talk a week; and not
here: I wouldn't want those boys who are too young to get ideas of what we
were talking about. Is there an evening when the boys I'm thinking of could
come across to our house for instruction?"

 "Why of course, Father, and it's very good of you to give your time like
this. But wouldn't one boy at a time be better?"

 "In a perfect world it would be, Sister. But there are always nasty
people. Even an old priest like me, visited regularly by a young lad, can
become an object of malicious gossip. But even the most foul minded of my
parishioners would hardly dare to suggest that three lads..."

 "Yes, I see what you mean, Father. You are right, of course. And the boys
too need to be protected from such malice. Would Tuesday evening be
possible for you?"

 "I think we could fit that in, Sister. We might need to change the night
on occasion. Now I suppose you want to know the boys' names. There's Ben
and Benny, who did ask Father John a couple of questions that embarrassed
the poor man the other night ( that's what led me to realise that something
needed to be done ) and their friend Wally Corner. If this goes well, we
could extend it as other boys pass, say, their thirteenth birthday. But
let's keep to these three at first."

 "Three very good boys, Father. I'll let them know after you've gone. And
thank you again for your trouble."

 As he left he gave me a sly wink. Then, after tea, the three of us were
called to Sister Mary's office, where we were told that we were to report
to the Priests' house on the following evening for `special
instruction`. Benny and me knew what it was about, but poor Wally was
puzzled. We said nothing about what was really going on!

 That night we were all eager to get going at our newly found games, but we
had to wait until Sister Catherine came up to say night prayers with us. We
always had to go to sleep with our hands folded on our chests, away from
the `danger area`! She went downstairs, and we got on with things. It was
clear that little George, a pretty dark-haired kid, small for his age, was
becoming determinedly attached to me, whereas Joe was committed to Benny
and Wally. We talked about the possibility of changing the sleeping
arrangements, but decided that the nuns would never buy the idea, with
their nasty suspicious minds. But we did change round for the moment, and I
left Benny and Wally with Joe and joined George in the smaller bed. George
wanted to see me come, and sucked me until I was nearly there, and then
withdrew his mouth and watched quite a good spurt splash onto my
belly. Then I sucked him, and pushed my finger into his sweet little hole
as I did it. He got a good dry orgasm, and then we lay and talked. He said
he had an idea that might fix things as we wanted, if I was willing to take
a risk. I said I wanted to hear more first.

 "This is the plan. Are you listening, you three?"

 They broke off from their games and listened as George put the idea
forward.

     "You know that I can always get round Sister Catherine. Well, I'm
going to `have a nightmare`, and wake up screaming. Ben will wake up, and
come across, and sort me out. I won't let him go back to his own bed
because I am so frightened, and in the end he will agree to stay with me
for the night, and Joe will get in with you two. She will come in for
morning prayers and find us changed over. Before she can say anything I
will come all `sweet little George` on her, and say it was my fault. She
won't want to punish me, and I'll say how safe I felt with Ben here. Do you
think it will work?"

     Benny laughed. "It just might; and she can hardly object even if it
doesn't. But we must remember to put our pyjamas back on! And it would be
fun to have Joe in with us all the time, wouldn't it, Wally?"

 "Fun, but bloody tiring!"

     So we did it. I stayed with George, and fell asleep with him snuggled
half-naked in my arms. We woke at first light, and made ourselves
respectable, and waited. Sister came in, and did a double take when she saw
the new set up.  George got his word in before she could say anything. He
sat up in bed holding my hand touchingly as he, half sobbing, told her the
tale.
    "And I felt so much safer with Ben with me. He didn't really want to
stay, because he thought you might be a bit cross, but I begged him. I'm
very sorry."

 She swallowed it whole. "Well, I think it was very kind of Ben to do that
for you. Perhaps he should sleep with you in future, if you have these
fears.  Could you two boys put up with Joe?"

     Wally said "Of course, Sister. He doesn't kick as much as Ben. And
he's smaller, which gives us more room. But what will Sister Mary say?"

 "She leaves the sleeping arrangements to me, Wally, so you needn't be
concerned. Now out of bed for your morning prayers."

     So we were all happy.. I found that I was really fond young George,
and we became real, and lasting, friends.

     That evening we went as instructed to the priests' house. Father
Michael greeted us, and said that each priest would talk to one of the boys
before we all got together for a general talk.

 "Let me see. I'll take young Ben here. You, Father Pat, have a talk with
Benny, and you, Father John, explain things to this lad - Wally, isn't it?
Half an hour should be long enough. Come upstairs, Ben. You find somewhere
quiet with your boys, you two."

 I followed Father Michael to his room, and he shut the door.
 "Do you think that Wally will be OK, Ben?"
 "I'm sure he will, Father."
    I briefly outlined the events of the previous two nights.
     "Ah, yes, Joe and George. I know those two. Joe understands me very
well."
     "What do you mean, Father?"
     "I love hearing boys - and girls - telling me what they get up to with
each other. Joe understands that, and gives me all the details. I often
have to relieve myself when he's at confession! Tell me what you did last
night, and don't leave anything out."

     So I told him, as he slowly undressed me, and then himself. His long
cock was hard as I spoke, and he fondled me lovingly.

     "That was good, Ben. And I'm so glad for you that you have found a
special young friend. Now do you think you could manage to take me? Not all
of me, not yet, but just a beginning?"

     "I'd like to try, Father."
     "Good lad. I'll be very careful, and you must tell me if I hurt you
too much. I don't think I can promise that it won't hurt at all, but it
will be worth it, I promise you."

     He took me to the bed, and got some oily stuff from a bottle and
rubbed it into my hole, and on his erect cock. Then he lay on the bed, just
as George had made me do, and told me to crouch above him. He guided his
red end to my hole, and told me to press down on him. I did as I was told,
and felt it in me. It was tight, and yes, it did hurt. But I pressed on, as
George had done, and felt it push further inside me.

 "Are you all right, little one?"
 "Yes, I can manage, Father. I can take a bit more, I think."

     I pressed down, and then suddenly I was able to let a lot more in. He
was very pleased, and asked me to try moving up and down a bit. I did that,
and began to get a lovely warm feeling. The oil helped a lot, and I moved
more assuredly on him, taking a little bit more with each return push. He
began to get excited now, and gripped my haunches, and thrust up at me. I
realised that I had taken him in properly by now, and the pain was turning
into a sort of hot glow, which I found thrilling. I was moving freely now,
and was very excited, and was determined to take all I could. He felt
enormous in there, but I was beyond caring about anything but the wonderful
feelings I was getting. Then he pulled me hard down, and I felt by bottom
touching his hairy groin, and realised that I had managed everything. Then
the hot spunk started to flood into me as he came to his climax. I suddenly
realised that my spunk was shooting out onto his chest, and even up to his
face, much more than with George the night before. I felt wonderful, and
looked down at him.

     "Did I do it right, Father Michael?"
     "Oh, Ben, Ben, you little wonder! How long have you been able to come
like that?"
     "I've never come like that before, Father. But you made me feel so
good.  Thank you"
     "And thank you, Ben. But we must get cleaned up. Go in into the
lavatory and try to get rid of the stuff I've pumped into you. You'll have
a bit of a sore bottom tomorrow, I'm afraid, but it will be all right in a
couple of days.  Oh, my sweet boy, I'm going to have to find a way to keep
you in the district after you leave the orphanage."

 I did as he told me, and we got dressed again. It was time to go
downstairs. As we came onto the landing, He knocked on Father Pat's door.

 "Are you two ready to join us?"

 There was a muffled reply. "In a minute, Michael. I've got my mouth full!"

 We laughed, and waited a couple of minutes for Benny and Father Pat, who
came out looking like cats who had tasted cream. Which I suppose they had!
Then we went downstairs, to find Wally and Father John busily
dressing. Father Michael turned to Father Pat.

 "Pat, you go out and get us all fish and chips. I'll tell the boys how to
behave while you've gone."

 Father Pat left on his bike, and Father Michael spoke to us.

     "Now I must tell you all, no risks. Don't be tempted to have a bit of
fun in the sacristy. Anyone could come in. Let's keep our pleasures to this
house; or to your bedroom, of course, but do be careful. If you know of any
of the other boys who are, well `at it`, we wouldn't mind knowing. But
leave it to us to approach them in our own good time. We seem to be well
provided for at the moment, but you lot will be leaving soon, and we'll
want replacements! There's Joe and George, but they are too young for grown
men at present.
 Each week, when you come to see us, I'll give you a real talk on a subject
that you can tell Sister about if she asks. Today I'll tell you about
bodily cleanliness, and how to keep you private parts clean, and how to
deal with the temptations that could occur when you do that!"

     He did just that, telling us how to clean under our foreskins, and to
wash well between our legs.
     "And don't forget the rest of your bodies. As you grow, you'll sweat
under your arms, and stale sweat smells terrible. And look after your feet
properly."

         He turned to Wally.
    "Are you happy about the set up, Wally? It was sprung on you rather
suddenly. These two did know what was happening, but you must have had
rather a surprise."

 Wally smiled, and leaned snugly against Father John. "I'm happy,
Father. Very happy. Can't wait for next Tuesday!"

     "Good lad. Now here's Father Pat with the food."

     We tucked in to the fish and chips, and one of the priests got pop for
us and beer for them. Then Father Michael walked us back to the Home, `to
protect us from the sort of unpleasant men who try to interfere with young
lads - next week's talk`!


 All that was years ago. Father Michael got me a job with a local
shopkeeper, a greengrocer, and I lived with the family. His son, a little
older than me, soon found that we had interests in common! I progressed
well, as did the business, and by the time I was twenty I was running one
of a chain of shops for my employer. I kept in touch with Father Michael
and I gave him the occasional hand or mouth job for old times' sake. And,
of course, blow-by blow accounts of my sex life.
    Oh, and I have an assistant, little George, not so little now, but as
close as when we shared a bed together: which we still do.
    Ben and Wally vanished from our lives, but I did hear recently that Joe
had gone to join them.
     Poor Father Pat took one risk too many, and had to flee back to
Ireland before the police got him; and Father John got his own Parish. I'm
sure he's finding more likely lads!

  The End.
  CASEY 1998