Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2013 01:05:14 -0500
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer  ~  part 4

		     A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 04
		      by    blondeallover@hotmail.com

  This is the concluding chapter in a 4 part series. The reader will
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      Ebenezer somehow found himself back near the rectory house on a fog
bound night that one would expect to be bone-chilling clammy and cold, but
he was still enveloped in comfortable warmth. Just a few feet away he
caught sight of an unfamiliar specter, very dark but with a sheen of foggy
light, just enough to distinguish it in the moonless dark of night. It was
the image of a very worn out but black full monk's cowl with almost
skeletal hands and bony fingers at the end of the wide sleeves. The naked
man could catch only very faint glimmers of morbid facial features within a
very deep pulled over hood. He did not want to see more.

 "I take it, spirit that you are the final ghost that Jacob Moorfield
identified for my visitation tonight. I can deduce that you are the ghost
of winter solstices yet to come?"

 The ghost nodded affirmatively. He pointed toward the rectory front
door. The structure seemed worn and shabbier ~ as if in need of a paint job
and a host of small repairs. They entered through the door. Ebenezer
recognized the deacon, Carnie Brutus, speaking with someone from the
congregation he believed to be a local mortuary. "The Bishop will be here
tomorrow. He seems confident that he can find a bright young seminarian to
deliver the guest sermon for the holiday services Christmas eve and
day. . . What's that? He was a great intellect, but not much of a personal
touch. Someone more gregarious and approachable would be better suited
here."

 Ebenezer's face turned ashen with a sullen look. "Spirit, are these images
I witness here things that will occur for certain, or can the circumstances
be altered from reformation of conduct?"

 The morbid specter merely pointed back out the door.

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

 The very odd couple were drifting through doors into the small bungalow
Ebenezer knew to be the rented home of Bob Crocker.

 The family was seated by the lit hearth, excepting one. "Now Dad, it has
been a comfort to us that our young ones have come back to live with us
these last few days. They won't be going nowhere until the New Year."

 Bob Crocker cast a sad and sullen look, as if he had not heard a word his
wife had just spoken. He finally responded. "Oh yes, Mother. You are right,
a great comfort."

 "Except you, Ginnie. If you keep rubbing them that way, you're going to
hurt your eyes."

 "Oh Mother! Leave her as she is. Let her cry as long as she needs to."

 "I can't help it. Every time I walk into that little bathroom, I half
expect to see our lovely Tim in the tub." The young woman blew her her nose
and sobbed very quietly.

 Bob broke a very awkward silence. "Let me tell you all who I saw on my way
out of the cemetery, today. It was Rev. Ebenezer's nephew, Fred. He is such
a kind hearted soul. When I told him about Tim, he had a look of sincere
shock and sorrow on his face. He told me how sorry he was for me and my
wonderful family and assured me that Tim would have a place of honor in the
roster of the fallen gay."

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

 It was gloomy cloudy daylight back at the compound by the rundown church
rectory again. "You can take me back to my bed in the rectory of the night
of these visits now, Spirit. I can see starting tomorrow there will be need
of some serious changes.."

 The ghost was serious though and silently thrust his arm to point toward
the entrance of the rectory such as he saw it now. Back inside, Ebenezer
was not pleased to see the old Bishop, a man he did not hold in tolerable
regard ~ someone he always felt the obligation toward being diplomatic and
obsequious. The older cleric seemed to be holding court with the deacon and
some trustees.

 "He thought he had everyone fooled for a sense of devotion, holier than
thou. Don't think I don't know the unspoken understanding that both he and
Moorfield were supposed to be celibate. . . The two frauds probably had a
dirty little queer man's love nest going on here."

 Ebenezer started to grow red in the face.

 "Look at this place. It could use some new blood in here. . . Moorfield
was supposed to be the darling essayist in the Church Councils. If you ask
me, they both just plagiarized C. S. Lewis and a couple of others. . . It
just galls me to think I have to drive all the way back here between
Christmas and the New Year to preside over the service for a queer that
nobody had much use for, anyway."

 Ebenezer exploded despite knowing he could not be experienced by anyone
but the ghost. "Well don't make the trip on my account, you bigoted
hypocrite. You don't think I abstained from sex, huh? Well more fool me
that I did so. Fuck y'all! From now on, it will be my privilege to be the
preaching slut, and I don't care who knows it, you pucker-faced loveless
sorry sons o' bitches.

 "Oh spirit in my heart I will keep the spirit of the winter solstice,
Christmas, New Year, Valentine's Day and a whole lot more through the whole
year. That, spirit, will be my inspiration to be a passionate loving man
true to the man I love, true to all my friends, and true to my flock as
guide in Christian faith.

 "Oh spirit, I promise I will avoid wasting time with sterile and
burdensome authority as much as possible and focus on my love and devotion
for people who can be touched and those who are in true need. Spirit, give
a foolish but horny man another chance. I will keep the festivities not
just at this time of the year, but all year long, I will, I will, I
will. Please spirit!"

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

 Once again, the naked man who seemingly had been transported to different
places and times found himself on the carpet of his frigid bedroom,
although flaccid now. His hands seemed to be clasped together in fervent
prayer. Being in the room was a good sign, but he could not be sure whether
he was, in fact dead or still alive. If alive, he could not be sure how
much longer he would remain so. He scrambled to climb into his antique bed
and cover himself, figuring that he could at least muster that little
defense on behalf of his mortality. He was emotionally exhausted and fell
into deep slumber in seconds.

 The sun was rising in a frosty cloudless sky when the churchman's alarm
clock went off and the church clock struck 7. When reaching for the bedside
LCD clock to disengage the timed audio outburst, he noticed the date on the
display ~ December 22. As profoundly fatigued as he still was. he was able
to surmise that the 3 ghosts had been able to do their work all in one
night.

 He hesitantly but hopefully slapped himself all about his naked parts
under his covers with the palms of his hands, not least of all his gender
organs and was delighted that the results were even better than he hoped
for. "You horny devil," said the churchman out loud to himself. He threw
back the covers and let out a yelp in response to the rush of below room
temperature to all his exposure.

 He jumped out of the bed to scoot the short distance of the upstairs hall
to the bathroom, tittering and giggling as would a naughty little boy who
had gotten 'nekkid' in an inappropriate social setting, or an exuberant
energetic youth streaking a girls' dormitory. As he turned the faucets of
the shower, he was reminded that he had been without his night shirt
throughout his time of slumber. Waiting for the shower water to heat, he
started singing a song he remembered from the radio and TV ~ "I'm Too Sexy
For My Shirt", as he wiggled his hips, his steadily aroused gender organ
swinging back and forth allowing for rigidity.

 Having stepped into the shower, "ohhh, that's much better". He continued
to bellow out the lyrics of the song at the top of his lungs. He announced
to himself, being sexy as he was, wearing a night shirt even in the winter
months was no longer necessary. Sleeping "au naturel" from now on would be
quite sufficient. For decades, masturbation was a furtive, brief, and
barely conscious regrettable but necessary expenditure of release. This
morning of new beginnings, his sex life was to be celebrated as the
catalyst and core of his love for himself, the very center of his love and
sympathy for as many other fellow humans as he could be capable. As the
jets of hot water soaked and warmed him, he grasped the shaft and head of
his straining erection with a sense of conviction and deliberation that
reminded him of physical pleasures he had not dived into since before his
misadventure into over-commitments in assumptive ecclesiastical devotion.

 The thoughtful strategic squeezes synchronized with a grip of steady
stroking prompted all those delicious feelings of heated rush into his
loins, extending to his extremities and even his scalp being pounded by
warm drenching liquid. He squatted some so that with exploratory fingers of
his other hand, he could caress nuts in their wrinkled tickling sac, back
across his crotch to the pinnacle of queer man erogenous desire, a
twitching and delighted pucker. The tightness of hot electricity crept up
on him faster than he expected and those hot convulsive but life-defining
throbs started a gush of slithering shots of white male emission through
the organ canal to blissfully squirt from the stretched open sweetly
stimulated pee hole. He grunted enthusiastically to the heavenly sensation
in each throb and spasm until his nuts were fully milked and orgasm finally
ended.

 When he finished his shower, he toweled off stepping down the staircase
still naked, eager to turn up the thermostat. He chuckled and conversed
with himself. It seemed like days since he has worn any clothes. He was
determined to find himself a lover and together they would enjoy hours on
end of quality naked time. They would know how to keep warm in the cold
winter weeks whether in a "love nest" at the rectory or elsewhere.

 Rather than bothering to return upstairs to dress, he reached into the
downstairs cloak closet and covered himself with an overcoat. He was going
to treat himself to something other than the usual dry cereal he usually
prepares for himself for breakfast. He just brewed himself a cup of java
from the coffee maker. He hurriedly dressed into his black pastor's
vestments complete with collar, with a mischievous intent. He stepped out
to clean some slick spots on the compound paths not thoroughly dealt with
by Bob Crocker. He had to admit to himself that he enjoyed the brisk air of
the morning of the shortest day of the year. He set the shovel and bag of
salt aside to walk off the grounds and down the road to the nearby village.

 He enjoyed a hearty breakfast of both French toast and eggs Benedict at a
cafe reputed to serve up a flavorful morning meal. Other patrons who
recognized him were evidently surprised to see him there. He merely nodded,
smiled back, greeting everyone softly, "Merry Solstice." From there, he
patronized many of the small shops in the village for small gifts he
intended to award that afternoon in the greatest spirit of generosity he
had exhibited in years.

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

 After a leisurely lunch, he approached the union hall with its festivity
at about 2:30 PM. Among the gathering he noticed hanging about greeting
each other at the entrance were the two young men he had disappointed and
turned away the day before at the rectory vestibule. "Merry Solstice
gentlemen, and I hope my fine friends are enjoying themselves this fine
frosty afternoon."

 "Rev. Ebenezer?"

 "Yes gentlemen, and I must apologize for my conduct last evening. Please
excuse a poor man of the church, I have few resources of my own. But having
some authority within said church, we may reach some accommodation that
could be useful to your commendable pursuits. . . Upon further reflection,
I agree with you now that simply sending disconsolate and frightened young
people for counseling on their own to various churches is not
advisable. However I think I can be persuasive with the Church Council and
the tri-state pastors association that church property in the manner of
phone banks and 800 number accessibility can be made available for your
purposes. Appeals can be made to psychological professionals among the
parishioners and congregation members to volunteer to be of assistance."

 The two younger men responded open-mouthed in delighted surprise, but with
some measure of disbelief. "Oh Rev. that is indeed good news. We hardly
know what to say."

 "Well I say Merry Solstice. Now please come to visit me right away after
the New Year. I cannot make any promises, but I intend to notify certain
influential persons of these efforts right away and alert my own
congregation during Christmas services of my participation, if you will
allow me the privilege of some administration in this task."

 "Reverend, we would be delighted. And a Merry Christmas to you, sir."

 He shook the hands of both men with such vigor that he was improving the
circulation of all 3 men in the cold. "I look forward to our future
associations, gentlemen. Good afternoon."

 He pleased the young man and woman at the registration table with a
generous donation before removing his overcoat and winter effects to hang
up on still available hooks on the wall of the entry hall.

 In the main hall, he recognized the table with all the Crockers and
friends that had been presented to him by the ghost the night before. He
approached the table in a way that he hoped no one would notice among those
who sat there. It worked. "Mr Crocker," he snarled.

 Everyone at the table stopped talking and noticed him in his officious
clerical vestments. Bob Crocker replied contritely. "Rev. Ebenezer! We are
pleased that you have decided to join all of us here this afternoon, after
all. Let us drink a toast to your good health."

 "That won't be necessary. I am so disappointed in the shiftless job you
endeavored to clean off the snow and ice in the walk ways of the church
compound, that I am going to. . . ."

 An old mischievous spark from years ago settled in the heart of the aging
churchman and he could not help but be amused by the looks of dread among
all those who sat at the table. ". . . Double your salary. That is if I can
find the funds in the church budget." He reached into his bag and handed
out gifts to everyone at the table. The astounded silence continued. "No my
friends, I have not lost my senses, I have come to them. We are going to do
our very best to enroll Tim here in the Church Councils' missions to aid
the chronically ill. Meet me the day after Christmas Bob, and we will
discuss your future with all the diocese."

 "I ask everyone to raise your mug with me in a toast. We wish
Rev. Ebenezer here a very Merry Solstice, a Merry Christmas, and a Happy
New Year filled with many joys and proud accomplishments. . ."

 Young Tim chimed in, now. "And Blessings upon us all, everyone."

 "I will see you tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM."

 "My coffee will not have kicked in by then. Best make it 9:30." The cleric
noticed his nephew across the room taking his seat at an available table
with other friends, all of whom apparently just arrived at the union
hall. "Now if all of you festive and good people would excuse my abrupt
departure, I see others here that I am under obligation to greet and offer
friendly solicitations."

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

 "Uncle Scribner! This is the best surprise of the year for me." The hazel
eyed young man in a sort of pagan tribal costume happily introduced his
uncle to everyone at the table. When his new lover was identified to him,
the older cleric embraced him and kissed him on both cheeks.

 "Such a handsome and no doubt brilliant young man. Fred, can you forgive
me for being such a stubborn old fool?"

 "Uncle, your being present today has made this the happiest solstice of my
life."

 "Fred, only now have I been able to notice how much you resemble your
mother. I loved her so much, you know, and I should make up time and start
to extend that love to you. It would please me to no end if you and your
new intimate better half joined me for Christmas dinner at the rectory
after the service."

 The nephew hugged his uncle once again. "Of course we will be there,
Uncle. . . . But there is someone at this table you did not seem to
recognize ~ Prof. Beau Baudriard was someone you once had enjoyed a
romantic liaison with, if am not mistaken, Uncle. "

 The cleric shook hands with the strikingly handsome man of his own age
again with a light in his eyes, as if he were encountering a miraculous
revelation. The two men approached hugging, stepping back, and wordlessly
hugging again in a hale of back slaps and back and forth sways.. His old
love interest beamed back at him.

 "Ahhhem. . . . I am sure you two birds of a very wise feather have a lot
of catching up to do."

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

 "Please forgive me for not recognizing you right away, Beau. Pathetic as
it might sound, I need for you to forgive me for so many things. You still
look amazing to me." They had found a small table to one side of the main
room, but they found it difficult to hear each other as the open space
filled in celebration and music.

 "Scrib, I would say we are still a couple of hot daddies, despite those
pallid church rags you wear. All the slights and frustrations that annoyed
me all those years ago would drop away like so many stale tears if you let
me do what I hankered for back then. Let me pick you up. Come back with me
to my motel room so we can at least try to become the happy queer couple we
should have become years ago."

 The man in black did not have to say anything. His manhood twitched and
then sprang to life under his trousers. He just continued to smile across
the table with the special light in his eyes and grab at his partner's
hand, so delighted to be propositioned.

 As they sat up from the table to leave the union hall, Ebenezer noticed
two young youths he recognized from his adventures the night
before. "Before we leave, I see some acquaintances I need to greet and
impart some words of wisdom."

 "Don't take long. We have got so much catching up to do."

 Ebenezer approached a table where a short but muscular young man with
short dark hair, a short cropped mustache and goatee was seated on the lap
of a taller youth with shoulder length black hair. They were openly
nuzzling in a very affectionate manner. "I have a solstice surprise for you
two. Let me give you my cell phone number for when you two would like to
take your lovemaking further." The older man was bright eyed and smiling
while notifying seemingly two strangers of their special gift. "When you
call, I will give you directions to my partner's and my motel. Call back
when you arrive and we will put you up in your own room. It will be our
treat."

 They both broke out in broad grins. "Thank you so much. What a cool old
dude you have become Reverend. Merry Solstice!"

 Ebenezer smiled smugly to himself as he walked back to accompany his new
partner. "That 's what I am going to become: a cool old dude."

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

 In Beau's pricey import sedan, Ebenezer sat close to his new partner,
caressing the inside of his thigh, lightly and not too firmly tracing
fingers about a concealed nut sac and up an excited man organ that writhed
under inhibiting constraints. He did not want to distract the driver to the
point of creating a dangerous situation.

 "Oh that feels nice, Scrib. This is as far as the two of us have taken it
years ago. We should have run to further bases and home plate back then."

 "I know now that you were right all along, Beau. You have no intimate
attachments, now do you? Please be my lover and we will make up for lost
time. I was so sorry to hear about Bertie."

 "And I was sorry to hear about Jacob. You get me hot and bothered as much
as you did years ago. If you were never intimate with Jacob and you are
still a virgin, you are going to be my new star pupil."

 Ebenezer chuckled in reply. "And I will be your most willing student. I
want to learn it all."

"Fred's new significant other was my previous star pupil, but just in a
professional institutional sense. Thank the saints and spirits that Fred
came along when he did. My student wanted our relationship to become
physical and came on to me very aggressively. When it was brought to my
attention that Fred is your nephew, I was hoping I would run into you. It
just so happened that we had a research associates' conference at the state
college campus yesterday."

 "What 's my first lesson?"

 "Well let 's see. . . Over 400 species in the animal kingdom have
specimens that enjoy same-sex physical relations. Not just for humans, but
it seems for many other species, sex serves as a bonding function that
cements social allegiance, as well as for procreation, thereby helping to
assure survival of most in the group. Intercourse involving contact with
the anus and internal rectum also seems to enable socializing bonds,
between or within partnerships of the two sexes. Just like the urethra in
the penis is used to eliminate liquid wastes for the male but also serves a
function of passing along important sexual fluids, a secondary function of
the posterior orifice serves an appealing sexual need."

 "in our case, better late than never, right Beau?"

 "Scrib, maybe for the solstice it would be appropriate for me to take your
cherry, but I would like you to fuck me to inaugurate our love. When we
were so seriously attracted to each other years ago, my fantasies centered
on submitting to your horny lusts for me."

 "And I lust for you again, Beau. We will do it all starting this
afternoon. You are the teacher, so you call the shots."

 "One day I will even explain the intricate miracles of the human female
vulva. That little flirt Larissa Fundywhistle certainly has been an
enthusiast in that department."

 "Enthusiastic about what other girls have, you mean?"

 "She just about threw herself at every girl her own age for miles
around. Her tastes were prone to the lavish, though. She ended up
partnering permanently with Elsie Furrierman."

 "Who?"

 "You really weren't paying attention, back then. She was the daughter of
the president of my school and had a reputation for being graced with the
hairiest puss bush of any girl at any of the schools for miles around."

 "HA! HA! She wasn't going to settle for anything but the sexiest, eh? We
have so much catching up to do, Beau."

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

 Two naked aroused men lay kissing and caressing each other on the made up
queen size bed of a motel room. Their physical explorations were
unrestrained. When they entered the room, they immediately kissed
passionately and unzipped each others' flies. The intent tactile attentions
of exposed ready and aroused male organs was the unspoken first order of
business.

 "Oh Scrib, let' s first have a taste of each others' orgasms. We can suck
each other off at the same time."

 Two naked middle aged men set themselves on the bed, head to lower
torso. Ebenezer marveled at the appealing dense flavor of turgid man cock
in his mouth, mixed with the salty and spicy flow of excitement juice that
discharged so liberally from his partner's pee hole. But he could not avoid
a focus on the intent and capable sweep of wet tongue against his own needy
flesh. He twitched in enthusiastic response and his organ was shuffled
about palate, cheeks, and ultimately the tip of his nub was drawn against a
tight opening of the throat. That is when the buildup of heat and charged
electricity at the root of his cock snapped and an eruption of his warm
creamy male climax throbbed through the dilated passage at the center of
his organ out a sensitized piss slit, splashing into his partner's
attentive mouth.

 The craftily experienced partner knew to sweep his pressured tongue
against the underside of the organ quickly up and over to sweep away each
tasty discharge of fresh load, following every throb, thereby prompting
heated intensity in the next spasm. The ejaculation from flinching cock
meat seemed to go on forever.

 Ebenezer was determined to do his best to reciprocate. He sucked at the
end of his partner's 8 inch uncut cock like a demon. Finally, he was
delighted to hear his partner's grunts and moans, the expanded flesh in his
mouth seemed to soften, and he greedily sucked back the earthy and
flavorful emission as it emerged from the male opening in little dollops of
fruitful sexual offering.

 When their session ended, breathing hard, they wrapped themselves into
each others' arms and again kissed passionately, tasting little residual
remnants of their own cum. "Beau, this feels so right, and you are still
such a sexy hunk of a guy, let's spend most of our time alone together
nude."

 "I can't imagine our lives together any other way." The two fell asleep in
each others' arms. They awoke about 35 minutes later. Beau smiled and
winked at his partner. Are you spent now, or are you ready for more
action?"

 "I thought the deal was that I was going to fuck you."

 "Oh, but you are. A man of the church, you will be my missionary. I will
lie under you, supine and passive, but open and available. . . I have a
tube of lube somewhere in my suitcase, but I am going to be so excited and
ready to receive your horny advances, you can just prep my hole down there
yourself." He smiled and winked at Ebenezer again.

 Despite the partner's inexperience, he understood the gesture. A pillow
was fitted under the small of Beau's back and his toned hairy legs were
thrown back, so that his still appealing and muscular ass cheeks were
raised and ready for Scribner's urgent attentions. He spread the submissive
man's cheeks open with his fingers and brought his face level to the sought
after target. With deft lips, tongue and smacking lips, he licked and
smooched the appointed sweet little star fish with all the gusto and fervor
of a sexual lunatic, again not disappointed in the least with a new earthy
flavor.

 Joyous low-pitched little throaty grunts arose from Beau's chest. "You
suck ass with the best of them, Rev. Ebenezer. Now start to poke me there
with wet fingers and explore."

 The attending partner slobbered a coating of spittle on to his fingers and
first poked one and then another into a warm most personal cavern twisting
them as he pushed deeper. "I have nothing to hide from my stud pie. My love
hole is going to be as much for your pleasure as mine. Now move your
fingers up a few inches right behind the base of my cock. . . . Feel that
soft little bump? That 's my prostate, the proverbial 'p' spot. . . That's
right, no need to jab me there, just rub it a little gently. . . . Ooooohhh
that feels so great. When a man I love has got me naked and vulnerable, and
is invading my love hole one way or another to rub my 'p' spot and beyond,
that is when I know I am really alive. If all the troubles and cares in my
life lead to moments like this, then they are all worth it. . . Now, love
of my life, get your gorgeous joy stick slicked up and prepare to line it
up to the portal of a heaven where the sun never shines."

 The willing student did as he was told applying enough pressure that he
knew he was not going to miss the desired target, but without actually
breaching his new lover. Warm naked flesh clashed and the man at the top
would reach to kiss with plenty of mating tongue, otherwise sucking little
love nibbles on the stretched open neck of the other. The man on the bottom
signaled his lover with a look of intention and need. Ebenezer partly used
the grounding of the bed mattress and partly grasped at the hips of his
lover to breech and sink his hungry 6 1/2 inches into inviting man hole for
the first time. He was radiant with the sensation of wet very hot clasping
velvet flesh against his excited manhood. With the top of his pulsing nub,
he could feel the little soft bump that was the 'p' spot of his delirious
partner. He stopped and twisted himself there for a few seconds, and then
pushed beyond up to his hilt, cramming the coarse but soft hairs of his
nest of man tuft into the crotch of his partner below and tickling the
underside of his nut sac.

 "Bless the spirits, Beau Baudridge, this is all so beautiful, why didn't I
do these things years ago? Merry Solstice!"

 "And Blessings upon us all! Now drill my ass and fuck me silly."