Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2013 15:43:25 -0500
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer  ~  part 3

		     A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 03
		      by    blondeallover@hotmail.com

This is the 3rd chapter in a 4 part series. The reader will recognize the
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      It seemed only minutes later that Ebenezer was awakened again by the
church clock striking 2. There seemed to be no such assured presence in his
bedroom. "Jacob cannot keep to his post-mortem arrangements. Huh! Humbug!"

 But seconds later, another brilliant light emerged again to the side of
his bed. This was a more commanding presence than the previous ghost. No
mistaking gender this time.  He was fully bearded and a full head of ruddy
hair. He wore a wreath on his brow stocked with plenty of berries and other
small fruits. His robe was more plain, but still with a white ermine trim,
but otherwise a sort of maroon velvet, not unlike Father Christmas. He
brandished an ornate shiny lit metallic torch.

 The way the robe only partly covered him is what caught the attention of
the man in the bed more than anything else. It was not covered over and
tied in the front so that one could witness much of his muscular form,
covered in an appealing hirsute graze running patchwork down his front to a
dense tufted pubic nest and beyond. Ebenezer could feel his covered gender
organ twitch and bounce in appreciation.

 But the apparition's peculiar penis was an object of some studied
focus. Unusually large and hung low, it had a broad fat glans at the end,
covered in a foreskin with a shriveled nub that extended at least an inch
longer than would be expected. It looked as though it may have been the
extended head of a defective shar-pei runt. Most perplexing was a cord that
was tied around the shaft snug against a pronounced corona. It hung about 3
inches down from there, attached to a small glittering bell. The whole
arrangement was reminiscent of the joke about the monks who, under their
cowls, were made to wear bells hanging off their danglers.

 "I am complimented by your interested attention and inspection of my
gender organs, Scribner Ebenezer."

 The man in the bed was startled to hear the specter speak and with such a
male "basso profondo" of authority. "Er, I was just noticing it all
comprises an unusual arrangement, spirit. Do you regularly present yourself
in such unsociable exposure?"

 What happened next startled the subject of new lessons in life, more than
anything else. Of its own volition, the flaccid penis was able to wag
itself up and down with enough rapidity that the attached bell rang a noisy
high noted tinkle. "I'll wager you have never seen a bell jingle from such
a trick, Scribner Ebenezer. With such talents as this, why should I ever
cover myself?"

 A disapproving look of disgust was suddenly cast over Ebenezer's face. "Is
this supposed to be a joke? Am I supposed to be impressed by supernatural
lewdness that among mortals would suggest that serious abnormalities at
birth have taken place? God did not have it that we were born to be circus
animals in some perverse burlesque show, spirit. Such a child would be in
need of surgery, at the very least to pluck that perverse prepuce. . . You
are the second ghost Jacob alerted me to expect this night. Tell me who are
you?"

 "I am the ghost of winter solstices present, Scribner, and for tonight,
your festive present." The dangling organ wagged again, prompting another
round of high noted but high volume jingle bell.

 "I wish you would not do that again. Are you an old apparition, or new
just for this occasion?"

 "There have been many brothers before me, hearkening back to an age when
hominids who walked the earth first noticed the change of seasons and that
in this hemisphere, the sun would fade in the southern sky every year."

 "Well judging from my experience, the creator of all of you has a warped
sense of humor. It must of have been a ghost of great vulgarity who has
been genesis of your kind."

 Ebenezer still covered in his bed clothes winced as the ghost waved his
penis up and down once again, summoning the annoying jingle of the little
bell slung about by the motions. "How do you know our creator is not the
god you worship and you assert created all mortal humans?"

 "More like His archetypal opposite, Satan."

 "Well I do not have time to argue such fine points of philosophy. Get your
splendid mortal bare arse from that bed, and let us go about our business
in this immediate community."

 As the middle aged naked man climbed out of bed, "I trust I will be
granted the same protective amenities?"

 "You will be escorted with the same consideration as did my predecessor."

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

 As soon as the mortal and the ghost slipped beyond the bedroom window,
they were at the union hall in the town where the annual LGBT event is
located. Naked Ebenezer scanned the room with a look as if he had caught a
whiff of bad odor. There was a pastiche of wintry scenes with decor of the
more pagan tradition of Christmas. The churchman was disapproving that
there was no creche or other Christian nativity scene about.

 They were among the first to have arrived. But Ebenezer noticed that one
table was festooned with mostly members of the Crocker family. "There is
that slacker, Bob Crocker. I nearly killed myself tonight because he did
such a poor job of clearing the paths of the compound. I should sack him
before Christmas."

 "Christian mercy, huh?"

 Ebenezer shot the spirit a frosty and unfriendly glare. "You don't know
the people I have to deal with."

 The ghost set a finger from his free hand vertical to his lips. "Let's
listen to what is being spoken." Bob and a son of his had left the table to
greet someone entering the central hall whom he recognized. Most of the
rest of the family were still seated at the table and a friend or neighbor
joined them. Mrs. Crocker conversed with her.

 "My Tim is the apple of his father's eye, 'ceptin' his having the eye out
for other young men and all. It don't bother Bob at all, 'ceptin' this
recent round of bad health."

 "He has the HIV, doesn't he?"

 "Oh how that is a burden to all of us. His brother and his sisters have
all known that he is the sweetest and most loving of us all. Now you know
in the little house Bob rents for us, things have always been too cramped
for us to observe all the modesty of to and from the bathroom and all. Well
when the girls got that age when they start to feel self conscious about
such things and try to cover up, our Tim would come up and say 'oh Ginnie,
aren't your boobies coming in so nice. Soon, you will need more than your
training bra.'

 "Well, he was just a young tyke and they knew he meant it. They would hug
and kiss him. When he was even younger, he was such an affectionate
gad-about, he would want his sisters to help bathe him. Well they would
titter and giggle and start to calling him 'Tiny Tim', because of how he
was between the legs, and all. I would scold and tell them they should be
happy and love him no matter how God put him together."

 "You don't say!"

 "Well hear this, now. When his ailments started, one time we heard him
almost fall as he was trying to get out of the tub. Well Ginny and Margie
insisted that they help him in and out of the tub from then on and help him
dress and undress if needed. Now they are always with him at bath time. But
when the subject has come up, they take to snickering and giggling again. I
scold them but they tell me 'Oh Mum, we don't laugh at him when we are with
him and all. We just think that here he is all grown up, and he is still
our Tiny Tim. We love him more than ever and we enjoy taking care of him
even more than we did before.'

 "Well I tell them, he must have been attractive there between his legs to
somebody, because that somebody got him HIV."

 "Oh spirit, this is indecent eavesdropping at its worst. Imagine a mother
relating such personal things to anyone else, especially someone outside of
her own family."

 The ghost started to speak with a look of profound declaration on its
face.

 "I know, we mortals have such peculiar ideas about 'indecency'. . . Tell
me spirit, what is the medical prognosis for young Tim? Are there no sound
treatments for his stage of HIV infection?"

 "He has had very little medical attention. What there has been suggests he
may be on the verge of full blown AIDS. I can only read the shadows of the
future. What little I can see, is that without any medical coverage for his
family, the little attention he will garner will not be enough to prevent
an early demise."

 Several friends of the Crockers had returned to the table with Bob and
Tim. They had mugs of the Yuletide punch and many other mugs to pass around
to the table. Everyone became quiet when Bob spoke the toast. "To my family
and dearest friends at this festive time of the year, Merry Solstice!"

 "Merry Solstice!"

 Tim spoke up next. "And blessings upon us all, every one."

 The invisible pair moved on to another table.

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

 "My Uncle called our annual event 'so much humbug'."

 One of Fred Blade's friends at the table chuckled with a sense of genuine
mirth. "'Humbug'!?! What a delightfully archaic word. It sounds like the
poetry of some dreadful curmudgeon ~ a prominent word in a stanza by Robert
Frost. Or, a word used by a colorful villain conjured by Dickens."

 "He refused to make even a brief appearance to meet my new hot and
handsome significant other, George here. He dismissed our whole festivity
as 'revelry's impiety.'"

 An older lesbian spoke up at the table now. "Your Uncle Scribner sounds
like a repressed old queen of the church."

 "Not exactly. He is a gay man, partly because of his place and time, who
made different choices in his life."

 "Thank you Fred." The naked invisible man felt genuinely consoled for the
thoughtful defense from his nephew. "The lad does have a head on his
shoulders. If only he would use it in pursuit of some coherent
organization."

 "He looks like his mother. "

 "Now that you mention it, he does. My sister Fannie died giving birth to
him."

 The music had become louder. An over-amplified string quartet was playing
the Wassailing song. Ebenezer signaled that he wanted out of the room. It
was difficult to hear the guests speak at the table. Besides he was annoyed
that he had not heard any traditional carols yet.

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

 It was almost as if the invisible pair drifted to the back of the old town
structure, including through two locked doors. They found themselves in a
poorly lit room stuffed with dingy old stage props. There was a distinct
noise of some syncopated squeaking and pounding from somewhere in the
back. As they approached the source, Ebenezer distinctly heard some grunts,
groans, and kissing smacks.

 The invisible naked man stopped in his tracks and called out to the ghost
who was peering over the back of the couch at the source of all the
commotion. He was irate and his displeasure was written all over his
face. "You spirits are really obscene. This couple should find themselves a
motel room."

 "Now they can't see or hear us. Our being voyeurs to this beautiful
performance of lovemaking would be completely innocent. You will never see
me again after tonight. There would be no reason for anyone to ever know
what I brought you here to witness. . . Do you really regard this union of
physical bliss as obscene?"

 "No, I do not. But there is a time and a place for everything, spirit."

 "Then consider this the time and place for your opportunity to be revealed
true physical passion in an act of great pleasure in love. Come and watch,
my man. Come and see depths and intensity of love Jesus would promote
universally."

 Ebenezer was seduced to the idea of the moment. He stepped up and looked
over the back of the sofa. The spectacle he observed sent rushes of warm
goose flesh all over from his scalp to the toes of his bare feet. A naked
youth was mounted on a naked man below him. The up and down movements of
hips, thighs, and waists suggested copulation in the missionary position.

 He could see that the ample erection of the mounting youth had penetrated
anally the man below and that the movements were causing a sort of desired
pumping in the penetration. The movement of the buttocks of the youth on
top, the way they would move, clench and then relax in a sort of steady
rhythm was especially visually pleasant. Both males had tattoos about their
shoulders and arms. The top penetrating man had shoulder length black
hair. His face could not be seen.

 But the man below had short dark hair with a trimmed mustache and
goatee. His legs were raised to give his partner best access to his
available posterior. He was evidently breathing in shallow gasps, probably
with a racing pulse. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, probably intent on
all the sensations of masculine friction in intimate stretches and impacts
within his contacted rectum, beyond, and all the brush against him of warm,
toned, naked flesh. Occasionally he would call out to his partner in a
whisper: "harder, . . oh that's nice, . . . stay like that." He had flashes
of gray about his sideburns and ears. They would sometimes reach to purse
lips and kiss or tangle tongue tips together.

 "Spirit, the man, ahem. . . receiving, seems to be perhaps somewhat older
than his partner."

 "The man below is what in gay parlance is called a 'late cummer'. He had
problems of sexual dysfunction because he was bullied and derided in his
community, including from within his own immediate family for his evident
sexual and gender preferences early on."

 "Well surely there must have been some professional counseling available
for him almost immediately."

 "Are there no crisis centers at the State Hospital?" The ghost wagged his
penis again to ring the little bell.

 Ebenezer squinted again. "You spirits will not achieve your objective by
mocking me with my own words."

 Suddenly two ugly gaunt children scampered out curiously from behind the
ghost's robes. The clothes they wore were dirty and their bare feet were
filthy. They grimaced derisive surly expressions at the naked copulating
couple on the couch and pointed fingers at them, sounding grotesque cackles
amid mouthing hateful curses.

 "Beware these two, Rev. Scribner Ebenezer. The girl represents hateful
bigotry and the boy personifies ignorance. Their kind is profligate even
among believing Christians in our time. Be mindful of the boy even more
than the girl, for they could bring your safe sanctified world to a
crashing calamity."

 Their curses, mean laughter, and pointing were now directed at Ebenezer.
"You disgusting old filthy naked fag, what do you think you are trying to
accomplish? "

 Ebenezer could hear the penis bell ringing but looked around desperately,
unable to find its owner. "Spirit don't leave me here alone and without
clothes. . . I beg of you."

to be continued . . .