Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2013 00:16:40 -0500
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer part 2

		     A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 02
		       by blondeallover@hotmail.com

This is the 2nd chapter in a 4 part series. The reader will recognize the
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     The churchman slept fitfully in the cold night. But he was vaguely
conscious enough to hear the old church clock strike 1. Sure enough, a
vivid light at the side of the bed shone, embracing a smiling sort of
androgynous creature in a charming old fashioned robe of shimmering damask
and lined with white fur. It seemed to have a great burning lamp on its
head. The apparition smiled at him with radiance and enthusiasm.

 "Well you seem to me almost a well-costumed child. You must be the first
spirit the ghost of Jacob Moorfield spoke of. Tell me, who are you?"

 "I am the ghost of winter solstices past."

 "Long past?"

 "Well for the purposes of tonight, just your past.".

 Ebenezer felt the chill of the room on his bare skin and quickly grasped
the end of the bed sheet to cover himself. He spoke sheepishly. "Many
pardons, spirit. In the unexpected commotion of coping with my dead
partner's ghost, it seems I have forgotten to cover myself in my night
shirt. Now, I am just naked."

 The apparition laughed in sort of a pleasing quiet high pitch, but not
precisely as if female. "Scribner Ebenezer, you have cared for your mortal
countenance very well. You are not just naked, but splendid in your
nudity. In the solstices of long past, some cultures would celebrate and
dance nude ~ well, once the bonfire had been blazing for a while, at any
rate. It would be a privilege and a tribute to old times if you would
accompany me just your natural self."

 "But spirit, there are no bonfires in recent ages. I would surely expire
very quickly in the deathly cold of the night. If not dead yet, I would
expire from embarrassment when others would encounter us, me in my
indecency."

 "When you clasp your hand on my robe at my heart, we will be able to
travel effortlessly through the night sky. The wind will be like the brush
of a soothing warm blanket to you. You will be protected from all the
natural elements. The flow of your night shirt would just be a
nuisance. What indecency? The past was better than our current
times. Mortal people enjoyed encountering and frolicking together unclothed
and natural. Maybe in future times, they will return to such
sociability. But no reason to be concerned all the same, for no one will
see or hear us despite being in their presence."

 Ebenezer sheepishly climbed out of bed. The ghost beamed its smile as it
ogled his naked form. "As I say, everything splendid. Now place your hand
over my heart.'

 Doing as it instructed, he was enveloped with warmth. The window flew open
instantly and the strange pair floated out the window up into the moonlit
sky. They traveled 100s of feet up over the small houses in a way that was
strangely liberating to a naked churchman who under other circumstances,
would be vulnerable to most dangerous and compromising calamities. Like
magic, they approached their first destination in broad but frosty
daylight.

 The naked man recognized the campus buildings of what had been the first
college he had attended before transferring to the seminary. He saw
students he knew and had been friendly with each other. They were greeting
each other "Merry Christmas" as they were climbing into vintage period
autos. He beamed and tried to wave at them. But remembering his nudity, he
quickly scooted behind the spirit when he realized some female students
were among them.

 "Silly mortal. I told you they cannot see our presence. But come with me,
I have something else to show you." They approached a dormitory building
that the naked man recognized as his campus residence. The lobby seemed
deserted. But they took the elevator to a deserted floor all the same. It
was as if they drifted through a closed room door to witness a naked youth
lying on the bed with many open magazines of apparently varied erotic
content. Ebenezer in his own nudity was horrified to recognize the naked
student as himself years earlier.

 The younger version in present company had his fist wrapped around his
hard throbbing cock and stroking it with grunting conviction in a brazen
semblance of hot masturbatory pleasures. The magazine he focused on in the
other hand was opened to a glossy photograph of young naked youths wrapped
into themselves in the variety of orgiastic gay group sex on an otherwise
barren beach.

 "I like that. I call that some skillful handiwork." The ghost looked on
with grinning approval.

 "Really spirit! What purpose does it serve that I should be reminded of
such things?"

 It was as if it ignored him. "Look at the way he grasps his cock with such
confidence. Pleasuring oneself well is truly an art. Look how he retains
the same quick rhythm about his meaty cock. Those glazed eyes set on the
exciting picture and the way his tongue tip sticks out just beyond his
lower set of teeth demonstrates a total commitment to ecstatic feelings in
the body."

 The ghost's naked accompanist protested. "Spirit haven't we seen quite
enough?"

 "Wait! He will be interrupted before he brings himself to climax. You will
see."

 Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Who is it? Give me a minute and I
will be right there." The naked youth scurried to shuffle the magazines
into an obscure pile.

 "Scribner, it 's me, Fannie."

 "Fannie, I am just getting ready to use the showers. I will be right with
you." He next wrapped himself in his over-sized robe.

 "Oh Scrib sweetheart, I have so much to tell you. You are coming home for
the holidays this year, anyway. Let's go into the boys room and I will tell
you about it in the shower. We are the only ones here." The acoustics were
such that he could not hear her through the rushing water. So they waited
for him to step out and towel off before she spoke up.

 The older Ebenezer looked at the spirit. "You don't have to say anything
to me. She was the older sister who doted on you even in your bath
time. You were both very close. That was a nice thing in your life Scribner
Ebenezer."

 Tears welled up in the eyes of the older naked man. "It was a very nice
thing. I loved her so. She died too young."

 They both listened intently to the older but still young woman, now
deceased. "Dad is so much nicer now. He rented a car that I could drive out
here and fetch you to bring home for Christmas after all. I think now it
does not matter to him if he thinks you are gay, Scrib."

 "Oh Fannie, after all the denial, I think now maybe Dad is right after
all. I think I am gay."

 His sister shot him a funny cross-eyed expression. "You big cutie. Do you
really think that makes any difference to me? I almost hope you are
right. It would be so super cool to fix you up with cute
guys. . . . Anyway, if you recall, our family tradition was to always
decorate the tree on the winter solstice. I put my foot down and told him I
wanted Scribner home and I would do nothing with the tree until after
Scribner got here. I was so surprised when he agreed with me right away."

 The whole setting started to fade and the ghost spoke, now. "In your brief
stay home that holiday season, you two almost became remarkably closer."

 In reply, Ebenezer tried to avert his gaze from looking the phantom
directly in the eye. "Spirit, you confront me with scenarios of my past I
have tried to forget. She noticed the magazines on my bed were pornographic
and that intrigued her. At home, she dared me to masturbate in her
presence. She said she always had imagined me doing that since I grew hair,
. . well, . . you know. I declined right away of course. . . . But, . . ."

 "Over the years, sometimes you regret not complying with her most intimate
requests."

 "Well, it was completely innocent, really. The more personal things I
would reveal to her about myself the more endeared she would be to me ~ the
closer we would become. She was probably my most loving friend. She was
scrupulously discreet about all my confidences, as I was of hers."

 "But you two were not able to enjoy your home stay for very long."

 "It was shorter than I had expected. My father was seldom direct with me,
as if he did not trust me. I did not know until two days before New Years
that I was to be transferred to the seminary. There the semester started
only a day or so into the year. I did not believe him at first. Who would
admit a student only on a parent's recognizance? My alma mater did.

 "At first, I dreaded it. But the faculty and school staff were very
tolerant and patient with me. Asking other students questions about their
beliefs and understanding of religion and all its associated cultures, I
found their enthusiasm infectious. Within weeks, I was caught up in the
spiritual mysteries of faith in things unseen and the attendant inspiration
of joy in possibilities of love and fellowship."

 The ghost had taken Ebenezer's hand and applied it to its robe. The naked
accompanist again marveled at the sensation of dizzy flight in warm
embraces.

 ******************

 "Why, I recognize this place, spirit. It is the home of Dean
Fundywhistle. And there I am with books in my arms with Jacob
Moorfield. Spirit, they say religious people are stern and boring, but the
Dean's whole family was the most outrageous assortment of cut ups on God's
green earth. Look! There is Mrs. Fundywhistle in that silly Mrs. Claus
outfit with her two daughters. All 3 of them were overt and unembarrassed
total flirts. I think the fact they knew we two were gay only made them
more attentive toward us. We loved them."

 The situated but not really visible naked man's broad grin quickly turned
to a frown. "Oh spirit, praise God that this fine assembly of the past
cannot catch sight of us. My state of complete undress would be completely
inappropriate on this festive occasion even in the presence of broad-minded
informal people such as these."

 The ghost responded with a mirthful soft titter. "I think the young ladies
would be very pleasingly surprised, but not in the least bit offended. They
would be very curious if it was your birthday. If not, why intend to enjoy
present company in only your birthday suit? This reminds me of a familiar
nightmare you mortals always speak of."

 They listened to the Dean scold the young Ebenezer. "Tsk, tsk,
Scribner. Ever the student. Your exams are over and now it is time to be
merry on the eve of this winter solstice."

 The older Ebenezer was beaming again. "Spirit, there was wonderful food on
these occasions, but terrible music ~ all Christmas oldies from the radio."
The naked man grew more reflective. "Fundywhistle was a kind and almost
indulgent old soul, but somehow not as diligent on behalf of the school's
interests as a more serious man could have. It could have earned the
reputation it has now as one of the outstanding schools of Christian
theology, small as it is."

 ****************

 The image of the room changed and suddenly they were in a room that
apparently was in the same house but just where, the older Ebenezer could
not quite recollect. The younger Ebenezer was there and an old flame of his
was taking off his goose down parka and other winter effects.

 "Beau, the party is just breaking up. Why don't you come back and join
us. You have been introduced to most of the people here."

 "Scrib, it is just you I have come to see. We are both going home to our
families tomorrow and when I return, I am going to have a ball buster of a
semester next year. Most of the weekends will be filled up with lab work. I
don't know how much time we are going to be able to spend with each other
for several months."

 "Those science departments at your prestigious school down the road are
really swamping you, aren't they?"

 "With my major, that's inevitable, Scrib."

 "You could consider transferring here."

 The taller handsome youth started to grow agitated. "Jeez, I am not going
to argue with you about that tonight. I just want this last night to be
special for us."

 "Would you like to go out somewhere?"

 "Fuck no! I would like to be alone with you. I would like us to do some
things queer boys do when they are in love. It 's about time" "Shshshsh!
They've stopped the music in the parlor." Now it was the younger Ebenezer
who was averting gazes. "Oh Beau, you dreamboat of cute dude in my life, I
should have said something earlier. You know how much I love the idea of
having a future in the church. Being gay, I think the best thing is that
all my pursuits in love and devotion be celibate."

 The other youth assumed an incredulous expression mixed with shock and
some disdain. "By God, this place with all its mumbo-jumbo has really
gotten to you. Apparently, I know you better than you do yourself. You
could never make it as some sort of cloistered monk, Ebenezer. Remember I
have kissed you many times, and I remember how you have always kissed back
with plenty of passion ~ lots of hot desire there. How many times have I
held you in my arms and your hot blood rushes to the surface? I can feel it
right through your clothes with a cock pressed against my leg, stomach, or
my own that would be the dream of any partner in the least bit disposed to
be homo."

 "Oh Beau! I am sorry I hurt you. Please don't retaliate and try to hurt me
back. No matter what, I love you more than I thought possible, and I will
need your friendship and affection more than ever."

 "Get your love from the queer boys here, then. You don't even have to seek
out the many closet cases. What about that Jacob who is always hanging with
you? At least he is queer straight up."

 "Jacob Moorfield is my best friend here, but we don't have any feelings
for each other romantically."  The taller youth's expression remained
stolid, but his sad eyes widened. "Get real, fella! I have seen the way he
looks at you. . . Look, I know the showers in your dorm bathrooms are not
stalled off, but open in the old fashioned way. I would be willing to wager
that the majority of times that you shower, he is under one of the shower
heads in there with you."

 The other youth was silent for a minute. "That 's probably an odd
coincidence."

 "I don't think so, bucko. Think about the dudes who most happen to be
using the showers the same time you are, and there is your little queer boy
fan club. . . . Speaking of showers, I have made it to both the volley ball
and tennis teams, but have had to quit because school work load takes so
much of my time. But they still make us take fucking gym for a few
semesters to earn our credits. Every time in that stinky locker room
between the showers and my locker, I have been reminded that we have never
even seen each other naked. Now in the straight world, that is not
exceptional, but for steady boys in the queer boy club, that is just
fucking weird."

 The taller youth now approached the younger Ebenezer with his face up
close as if he was about to make a pass. He lowered the tone of his voice
to almost a whisper and seductively spoke with warm exhalations that
smashed into the cheek of his listener. "Scrib, I am doing my best to try
and understand you. You keep speaking of 'false idols' that corrupt our
popular culture. Don't twist the church to be a false idol that steals your
heart. If you don't want me to stop loving you, for Christ's sake, everyone
else has gone home for the holiday break, let's go to your dorm right now
and take off our clothes and take a long hot shower together. I mean that
doesn't consummate anything, man. It is just what the queer boys do when
they want to separate from the rest of the crowd and have their own party."

 The young Ebenezer set his eyes to the floor and ever so subtly shook his
head back and forth. "Oh my hot and gorgeous Beau, I think not."

 The taller youth turned red in the face as he gathered up all his clothes
for winter outdoors. "Well Merry fucking Christmas! You can just fuck off
for the holidays." He stomped out of that front room and out to the front
landing, slamming both doors behind him.

 *******************

 "I regret breaking that fine boy's heart, but what else could I do?
Spirit, I have seen enough. Please take me back to my bed."

 "Just a couple more scenes. We do not even have to fly to another locale."

 A room in what Ebenezer recognized was the dormitory he resided in at the
seminary visualized and sharpened before the invisible twosome, but the
middle aged naked man realized it was not his own. Another student was
looking out the frosted window. It was his classmate and future co-pastor,
Jacob Moorfield. The intruders moved in to see that he was watching the
younger Ebenezer pack his luggage into Fannie's car. It would be the
partner, this time, who was left to spend the holidays on campus. There
were tears in the youth's eyes and he sobbed softly.

 "Oh Sbrib, I can hardly stand for you to be away." The two intruders
thought there was a pathetic but poignant sadness about the young resident
as he watched the car drive off. He then abruptly stood up and started to
stomp out of the dorm room with still a hurt expression, but also red-faced
anger. He snatched items of clothes off and tossed them every which way as
he marched down the dorm hall. He shoved open the bathroom door with some
impact and was stark naked seconds later. His penis was erect at flinching
full mast and its stature was surprisingly notable in the impression of the
older Ebenezer.

 They followed the comely nude youth into the shower room, his muscles
bristling with taut emotions. He stood directly under a shower head and
turned the hot water spigot on at full blast. Ebenezer marveled that his
partner so vulnerable in his young visage was not instantly scalded. Even
before reaching for the bar of soap, the showering man commenced to getting
a firm grip on his erection and stroking it with quick steady rhythm and an
evident state of conviction that he was intent and focused on profound
self-pleasures for pent up release. The invisible audience of two could
feel the hot wet spray after the ghost insisted that its naked accompanist
step right up for close inspection. "I love you so much, Scrib."

 "Spirit, this is positively indecent". The older naked man growled at it.

 "Again, since Victorian times and before, you mortals hold peculiar
notions about 'indecency'. Look at the obvious depth of feeling this poor
boy has for you. Shame on you. Have you no pity for those who loved you so
fiercely? . . Don't worry, it won't take him long."

 Almost instantly, they heard the glassy-eyed showering youth groan, his
stroking stopped but grip still so firm. Richly aromatic streaks of
climactic male saucy fluid shot from his snake-eyed piss slit centered in a
very exercised purple nub, all the liquid bullets somehow evading the
rushing hot droplets cascading from the shower head.

 *******************

 The older Ebenezer sounded pleading and conciliatory. "Back to my rectory
house now spirit, oh please." But the scenery changed to just a very short
distance in the same locale. The dusk sky was all a blazing red sunset. The
dark buildings of the seminary campus were hundreds of yards away from an
acutely novel small social assemblage across snow covered athletic fields
at the edge of a great expanse of dark woods.

 There was a bonfire ablaze surrounded by what looked like a small ring of
7 or 8 older boys and young men. They were all naked and totally
aroused. Little piles of their clothes were set to one side. Their left
hands were clasping the right ass cheek of the boy next to them. With their
right hands, they were frantically manipulating their rigid erections in
masturbation. Two or three boys were also dancing sort of joyous jigs. The
younger Ebenezer was fondling and clasping the right buttock of young Jacob
Moorfield next to him. Jacob was one of the boys dancing a jig.

 Very quickly, one male after another stopped as they reached climax and
spewed out their ample increments of semen in warm fits of spasmodic
throbbing.  The naked older Ebenezer now turned to the ghost, eyes blazing
in abject anger. "You have no right to show me this."

 "It seems an awfully peculiar ritual for a Christian seminary."

 "You know why we did this."

 "I want to hear you tell me why."

 "I don't have to."

 "Do you want to return to the warmth and safety of your bed?"

 "Alright!! It was the last winter solstice before we would graduate in the
spring. We planned for the event in September because we decided it would
be our last tribute to the life of temporal indulgence and corrupt pleasure
before we all committed ourselves to the pursuits of sacred observance in
the glow of Christ our Savior. Once our clothes were back on and we were
back at the campus, we never spoke of it again.

 "Are you satisfied now, spirit?"

 "Your head may tell you that you cast aside such desires." It ogled his
midsection. "Where your manhood is revealed to me, it shows that it still
has powerful 'temporal' needs."

 The older Ebenezer ignored his own raging erection, still furious with
indignation. "Spirit, you're a freak. What kind of an occultist devil are
you that you think you can toy with my feelings and mock me?"

 The ghost's high pitched laugh turned to more of a cackle, as if it really
was mocking him.

 "You impudent entity. If I had the power, I would snuff you out. , . I
would snuff you out, I tell you."

 Not knowing how he returned, he found himself kneeling on the carpet of
the floor of his bedroom at the rectory, wringing his hands. For a few
seconds, he thought he could still hear the faint cackle of the spirit in
the room with him. He was still naked, his penis still cock hard with even
a glint of wetness about his piss slit. He still could not find his night
shirt in the darkness, so he quickly climbed back into bed under the covers
to fend off the chill of the room. "These dreams are so much humbug, Jacob
Moorfield."

to be continued . . .