Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2013 22:50:38 -0500
From: Bi Cruiser <bicruiser@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Matter for Confession ? Chapter 5

A Matter for Confession – Chapter 5

I'm not sure why but after that little rendezvous with Robert along the
creek bank, sex took a little holiday. I guess it was because all of us
were so busy with camp activities like swimming hiking, canoeing and just
fooling around that we were too tired to do anything
extracurricular. Moreover, Father Flannigan came up to the camp for a
couple of days so everyone was on their best behavior. He stayed in the big
cabin with Paul so I was quietly shunted to one of the smaller ones and had
to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag. I didn't mind it too much but it
did feel a little strange to be the odd boy in the cabin. Even worse though
was the abandonment I felt when Paul secreted me out of his cabin before
the priest arrived.

Those two days with Flannigan were awesome. He treated us like adults and
not like kids. He even told us to call him Pat. Wow! How cool was that? He
did caution us to address him as Father Flannigan around the nuns and at
school but outside of that he would forever be Pat to us.

He said Mass every morning in the makeshift chapel before we ate breakfast
sitting in the same seats. He even said Mass on the third day before
leaving early in the morning having to get back to business as he called
it. Paul told me that the reason he left so soon was so he could visit the
elderly of the parish in their homes and the hospital like he did every
Thursday afternoon and he didn't want to disappoint any of them. Paul said
that he always stopped into D'Angelo's bakery, the best in town, to pick up
fresh doughnuts and cookies for his "big kids" as he called them.

Pat was right in there with us as we played. He did everything we did and
without telling us what to do. He even stood aside with the group as the
two captains picked their teams for basketball. He was picked first which
was no surprise. He played hard and never missed an opportunity to
score. He even knocked a few of the bigger guys on their asses in going for
the hoop. When on the bench, he cheered for his team and teased the
opponents. He also took paybacks like a good sport. He was just awesome.

After Mass and breakfast on the second day, he told us he had a big
surprise for us but we really had to act like adults to participate. None
of us were close at guessing what he had planned for us. We found out as
soon as we cleaned up after eating. He gathered us together and randomly
assigned each one of us a number. He marched us out to the large field in
front of the cabins to stand behind a red painted machine of some kind that
had a single metal bar sticking out with a massive spring on it. He lined
us up pretty far behind it and told us to stay there.

We were all very curious and intrigued, especially when he walked back to
his car and returned carrying a long rectangular case and a rather large
heavy bag slung over his shoulder. We almost broke ranks eager to see what
was in the case as he opened it but obediently held our ground. Everyone
hooted, hollered and cheered when he pulled out a beautiful over and under
shotgun which he immediately broke open and peered through the barrels to
assure himself it was unloaded.

Pat was clearly pleased at our behavior and acknowledged it with a wink and
nod in our direction. I was #14 and wishing I had a lower number as he
began to instruct us in gun safety but stopped my daydream and paid close
attention to what he was saying so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself
when it was my turn. His instructions resonated through the air and remain
with me to this day. I was thrilled to finally be considered a man.

Paul joined him and loaded the machine which we learned was called a trap
with a single target called a clay pigeon. Pat was to the side and behind
the trap facing away from it. He placed the stock of the shotgun onto his
shoulder and leaned just a bit forward on one leg then called, "Pull!" And
Paul, from a safe distance, pulled on a long lanyard releasing the pigeon.

Blam...  It disappeared into a mist of black dust. I think everyone was
impressed. I know I was. Pat had done that so gracefully and effortlessly
it looked easy and I couldn't wait for my turn. But, judging by the
struggles of my predecessors, it was much harder than it first looked. Pat
was very patient and gave everyone five shots but there were few
hits. Despite apparent failure, everyone had a big smile on his face coming
back from the firing line regardless of his failure.

Finally, it was my turn. I had studied every move by every boy before me
and tried to compare them to what I thought I saw Pat doing. I was so
excited that I knew Father was talking to me. I could see his lips moving
but all I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart. Finally, he placed
the shiny blue-black beauty in my hands and placed his hands on my
shoulders and oriented me for my first shot. I broke the action and loaded
a single shell in the top chamber and slammed it closed smartly as it
locked with a confirming solid clicking sound.

I yelled, "Pull," and the clay pigeon flew across my field of vision only
it seemed to be in slow motion. I raised the barrel and followed it and
giving it a decent lead, I pulled the trigger. I could actually see the
bundle of shot slowly head in the direction of the target. I could even see
the wad drop off a few yards from the muzzle. At first I thought it was too
far ahead of the target but then the two met and all I could see was
dust. I could hear the crowd behind me cheering as Pat patted me on the
back while handing me another shell saying, "just do it again," and I
did. In fact, I hit all five to the cheers of my friends.

It was then that I found my "thing." Some guys are into sports. With others
it's cars. With me it was going to be guns and as it turned out, I was good
at it and a born natural at it.

My high at camp was short lived as Father Flannigan finally left us and
things went back to the way they were. That sounds worse than it was. We
still had fun but just not as much as we did with Father Pat. That night,
however, I was back in the big cabin and Robert was with me.

We were all pretty exhausted from a full day of fun and a little bit down
at losing Pat so, as we prepared for bed, things seemed a bit
somber. Sensing the loss of our buzz, Paul pulled out his guitar and began
entertaining us with song and even getting us involved with it. This was a
smart on his part because we had just left a campfire where we all lamented
Pat's leaving and exchanged sad and scary stories. He managed to turn our
heads around and we were again laughing and generally in a good mood. That
accomplished, he told us to get into the shower and he would join us in a
couple of minutes.

Robert and I ran to the bathroom, stripped down and started the
shower. Standing side by side in the shower door, we looked at each other
and without speaking; each grabbed our limp cocks and began to pee on the
slatted floor of the shower. We giggled like children and even crossed our
streams. I was looking at his face when he suddenly directed his stream
onto my chest hitting as high as my neck. I turned toward him to return the
insult and we both stood there showering each other with our golden waste
water. Until that time, I would have fled in disgust screaming for help
but, at that moment, the heat of his body's water on my body and the relief
of emptying mine onto him was exhilarating and most pleasurable. The
contrast of the heat from another's body against my chest with the cool
breeze from the outdoor shower against my side and back enhanced my
pleasure. The tickle of his stream hitting me was the erotic part that
caused my hose to begin to thicken.

I gave out before he did but his shower also ended much too soon. We stood
there smiling at each other without talking. I think that was a first for
both of us. We didn't stand there long because the heat dissipated quickly
in the night air and we began to shiver. Fortunately, the water of the
shower was up to temperature and we jumped in together and fought to get
the full effect of the warm spray but neither of us seemed to care about
washing off the piss. It was rinsed off alright but not because we
purposely did it or wanted to. If we weren't chilled by it, I think we
would have wallowed in it for awhile longer.

Like Paul did to me, I grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair. It was
thick, coal black, and soft to the touch. I had to reach up because he was
so much taller than me, my stretch causing our bodies to touch. I was
already on my way to an erection but he was still pretty much
flaccid. While I slowly massaged his hair, he slid his hands down to my
crotch assuring my full erection. He gently rubbed my stiffy and balls
being careful not to take it too far. I took my time with his hair.

By the time it was his turn to do mine, Paul showed up at the door
completely nude and totally flaccid. I swear that his dick hung down to his
knees. He just stood there watching us and told us to continue with what we
were doing. We eventually thoroughly washed each other's body's spending
plenty of time on the good parts. For the most part, we ignored Paul but as
he moved in closer, both of us couldn't help but notice he had developed a
full erection from watching us. It stuck straight out from his body and he
maneuvered it to slide between ours which were already pressed together
from our embrace. What thrilled me had obviously astonished Robert. Even
though he had seen the monster in its full glory back then in the sacristy,
he didn't fully appreciate its size until that moment when he could see and
feel it up close.

It honestly felt like he was forcing a baseball bat between our bellies
which were wet from the shower and slippery from the soap. The feel of it
sliding between us was strange but exciting for me and judging by the
wide-eyed look on Roberts face, him too. Eventually, the head of his long
snake just peeked out of the far side of our bodies as his balls lay
against our hips. We stood there for quite some time unmoving and just
absorbing the new and unusual sensations we were all sharing. I am sure
that there are very few people in the world who have ever experienced such
a raw and lustful sexual delight.

The dreamy state shared by Robert and me was broken when the snake began to
throb. Paul must have been contracting it or doing something to make it
expand and contract because the pulsing was very obvious. Roberts's eyes
came back to sensibility and I could feel his uncertainty and
confusion. Being the older boy, I always thought his sexual knowledge and
prowess was greater than mine but with that look in his eyes, I realized
that I was the experienced one. I was the one who had been with a man. I
was the one who had felt and tasted a fully grown man's genitals and large
ones at that. I was the one who had been sexually violated. I had the
knowledge.

I made up my mind right then that I was not going allow Robert to be hurt
like I was but I was going to mentor him the other joys of man-boy sex that
were so enjoyable. I released my embrace of him and grabbed at his arms
until I was holding him by the wrists and backs of his hands. While we kept
Paul's shaft squeezed between us, I moved one of his hands to Paul's balls
and the other to the foreskin covered tip at the end of the fleshy pipe
captured by our bellies.

I kept my hands on Robert's but didn't need to provide any further guidance
as he explored those treasures on his own. I didn't let go though,
experiencing the vicarious pleasure of feeling Robert's bone, muscle, and
sinew moving under my grasp as he felt the enormous icon of fertility
within his own grasp. As he became more aggressive in his exploration of
the giant phallus, our bodies separated and he was supporting the entire
weight of Paul's enormous cock in his hands. Occasionally, I felt the soft
warm skin of the shaft against my wrists or the back of my hands as Robert
manipulated and explored his treasure. The titillation was too much for me
and I released his hands and joined him in the hands-on manipulation and
exploration of the sexual leviathan.

Our joint manipulations were having their effect as that familiar clear
thick lubricant began to flow from the tip which was a signal that Paul was
approaching climax. That was the last thing he wanted to happen before he
even had a chance of exploring the two nubile boys clinging to his
prodigious manhood. He pushed our hands away and told us to go dry off and
jump into bed while he finished his shower. He must have had second
thoughts since he grabbed us both before we could get out of the shower and
asked us if we cleaned our butts thoroughly. We told him that we did but he
apparently didn't believe us since he put us up against the shower wall and
thoroughly washed our bums with plenty of soap on a rough washrag. He also
took the opportunity to insert his soapy finger in my asshole a couple of
times to make sure I was clean. Hearing Robert suddenly suck in his breath
while being cleaned assured me that he too was getting a thorough wash job.

We were chilled by the night air when leaving the warm water of the shower
and quickly dried ourselves and slid under the sheet in an attempt to get
warm. That didn't work fast enough so we naturally clung to each other
which, of course, rekindled our libidos. Soon the chill was gone,
superseded by our sexual heat. We played with each other's cocks and balls
but soon abandoned the raw sex, dissolving into an emotional embrace and
ardent kiss. We took the kiss a lot farther than we had back at the
creek. We each explored the other's mouths and exchanged our warm
fluids. We took our breaths one from the other and exchanged positions,
draining our mouth into the other when superior. We were lost into each
other.

Paul announced his arrival by pulling off the sheet and gently tugging at
our ankles but we didn't react to his attempt at distraction. My emotions
were as elevated as my passions with my mouth attached to his. The novelty
of a large cock was insignificant to the fervor between Robert and me at
that moment.

Paul began to slide his hand slowly up my leg, massaging my calf on the
way. Judging by his movements, he was doing the same thing to Robert as he
was to me. He kept going until he reached our conjoined genitals and
massaged them against each other. The feel of Robert's larger cock on mine
was wonderful and extremely exciting. Within seconds, we were both leaking
fluids causing our cocks to slip and slide under Paul's slowly moving
palm. When we began to vocalize with moans into each other's mouths, Paul
stopped all manipulation and asked us to back off for awhile so we could
keep our buzz on. Heading his caution, we broke our kiss and rolled away
from each other and onto our backs allowing Paul to slide between us,
forcing us further apart. We adjusted our positions to allow for his
imposition and also let him slide his arms under our necks so that we were
then lying nestled in his arm pits and our heads on his shoulders. Robert
and I laid there staring at the big penis lying on Paul's belly.

Simultaneously, our hands reached from opposite sides to grab the
monster. He got there first, seizing it just below the head and I was
relegated to the shaft below. Robert immediately pulled the skin down along
the shaft forcing my hand to follow. He had to re-grip it a few times
before he was able to retract the foreskin to completely reveal the bulbous
head beneath. It was a shame that it was always hidden by all of that ugly
slack skin since it was so beautiful when exposed to view. It was perfectly
formed and classically shaped for the tip of a magnificent penis. Its
surface was the color of one's tongue and a bit waxy looking. The slit
vertically bisected the entire tip forming a deep cleft hinting at the
massive tunnel beneath which carried each his waste water and his fertile
seed when purposefully expelled them from his body. I wondered if Robert
had the same appreciation of its beauty and mystery as I did. Without
moving my head, I rolled my eyes up to look at Robert's and could tell
immediately that he was so transfixed by the cock, he had to appreciate at
what he was looking.

Together, we began to slowly pump the shaft. We pulled the skin back up and
over the tip but couldn't pull it back far enough to uncover it again
without gaining a new grip further up. It was just a matter of
physics. There was just more skin than shaft and we couldn't uncover the
tip without taking up the slack. However, the more we stroked him, the
larger the shaft got and more of the tip was revealed until we were both
looking down on the exposed cock head leaking plenty of clear fluid.

I'm not sure what Robert's motivation was but mine was that stream of
lubricant oozing from the tip. We both sat up and moved in on the cock at
the same time. In deference to his first experience with an adult male, I
allowed him to again get there first and he placed his mouth over the
leaking tip. Disappointed but not deterred, I leaned down and placed my
mouth to the pool of slime accumulated on the lower chest and began to lick
it up. At that moment, we were both sampling the same intoxicating liqueur
only Robert's sample was still warm and flowing and mine was cool and
still. My brain, though, was with Robert. I could imagine the salinity and
viscosity of the ooze and the texture of the smooth fountainhead under his
lips. The feel of tongue on hard lubricated skin was emblazoned on my brain
and I could feel just what he was feeling.

Our combined ardor was pushing Paul again over the top and he interrupted
us in mid-adoration and kind of forced us both to our backs where he played
with our cocks bring us both to extreme erections. I'm not sure my hardness
was from his manipulations as it was the vision of his long shaft extending
between his folded knees and bouncing with the beating of his heart. The
highest it could reach under its own weight was horizontal but I imagined
that it could have reached 45o to the vertical when he was a young man. I
wondered how big it was when he was my age which also made me think about
just how much sperm he expelled from it during the intervening years. That
was my real focus. I really wanted his sperm.

To my disappointment, Paul leaned over and took Robert's much larger and
thicker cock into his mouth. He spent a long time on it before granting me
the same favor only the realization didn't quite live up to my
expectation. It felt nice, but not in the same way it did when Robert did
it to me. It was like he was just going through the motions with me but it
looked much hotter when he was doing it to Robert. The sight of Paul
blowing him was much more thrilling than the act he performed on me, at
least at that moment. I am not denying that I enjoy getting a blow job but
watching it up close and hearing the slurping noises and staccato breathing
involved especially by someone you have emotionally bonded with, is
unusually exciting. Paul stayed on him and worked him to near orgasm and
suddenly stopped before Robert shot his load. I was the pacifier for Paul
for the interim period while Robert came back down to a level where Paul
could again take him to the brink and then abandon him at the last
moment. His intensity with me and attention to my pleasure was much less
than with Robert but that was Ok since I was enjoying watching the show
more than participating in it.

Paul apparently overreached with the number of cycles because with the last
one, Robert had a hard time maintaining the intensity of his erection as it
bent and slipped from Paul's lips a few times. Realizing his diminishment,
Paul focused more attention to me and with more showmanship so that Robert
could regain his intensity. Now it was my turn to come to the edge and was
just about to shoot when Paul retreated and slapped my stomach smartly with
his open hand to shock me out of climax. It worked and he moved back in on
Robert.

I watched with even more interest knowing it was inevitable that he was
going to take Robert over the top this time. I briefly despaired at the
thought of someone else receiving Robert's essence but remembered that
others had also sampled his ejaculate and even in my presence at our
fort. This time it was somehow different. This time I was feeling pangs of
jealousy. There, before me, were the two men for whom I had intensely
intimate feelings and with whom I had actual sexual experience. I was torn
between the exhilaration of observing the sex play and the fear of possible
abandonment by the men of my most private life. I repressed the desire to
stop them and indulged the voyeur in me as I laid back and just watched.
The end came quickly. It was a beautiful sexual ballet as Robert's penis
expanded as Paul's lips ensnared the head in a strangle hold as he absorbed
the forceful impact of spurt after spurt of semen into his mouth. Each
spurt was evident by the contraction of the urethra running along the
bottom of the shaft and the pulsing of the magnificent spear as it recoiled
from the expulsion of potent seed. I knew by Robert's level of excitement
that he easily filled Paul's oral cavity with a prodigious load of sperm. I
know because I had been on the receiving end of ejaculation when he was
highly excited in the past. I had to swallow several times while he was
emptying himself into me so as not to lose any of it but Paul, whom I
assumed had a much greater capacity, seemed to just allow it to fill his
mouth.

Paul kept his mouth on the cock long after Robert stopped pumping and even
slid his thumb up along the thick urethral vein on the underside of the
shaft to squeeze out any residual semen before removing the cock from his
mouth. When he finally did, Robert's cock collapsed to one side still held
firmly in Paul's grip but showed no traces of sperm which had been totally
captured in Paul's mouth. He made quite a theatrical performance out of
swallowing the load making loud gulping sounds while rolling his eyes and
displaying his Adams Apple bobbing each time he swallowed. He ended his
performance with a loud sigh of satisfaction and smacking of his lips. I
still was highly aroused but felt that what I just observed could not be
topped and that sex was over for the night. Boy! Was I wrong.

Robert was clearly satiated and exhausted and looked like he just wanted to
go to sleep and who could blame him. Paul, on the other hand, had other
ideas. He grabbed Robert by the hips and rolled him onto his stomach and
climbed between his legs while spreading them wide. Kneeling, he bent at
the waist and plunged his spermy mouth into Robert's ass crack, clearly to
the surprise of Robert who shrieked upon the invasion of his most private
place. It didn't take long though for Robert to settle down to enjoy what
Paul was doing to him. Again, I found myself as being an observer to
Robert's pleasure and feeling left out. I watched as Paul spread his cheeks
so that I could see his tongue probing and actually penetrating Robert's
rear hole. As dejected as I felt, I still had a throbbing erection.

Paul removed his mouth from Robert's crack only long enough to tell me to
get behind him and put my dick in his ass. Not really knowing what to do, I
got on my knees behind him and began to rub my penis up and sown his crack
and over his rather large brown hole. Every time I passed over it, my penis
poked a bit inside, especially as it began to relax and dilate. Impatient
at my fumbling, Paul reached back and grabbed my dick and held it directly
against his brown hole while he squeezed the tip with his sphincter
muscles, all the time probing Robert's hole with his tongue without the
slightest interruption.

He began pulling my cock into him with his hand until I got the hint and
began sliding forward on my own. The feeling on my cock was all new to
me. It was hot and moist but not like someone's mouth. It was warmer and a
more snug fit. The friction during movement felt much better too. I was
only in as far as the head of my cock when Paul abruptly slid his hand back
between my legs, cupped my ass and pulled me hard into his ass. It was like
being in a sexual heaven. My cock was all of the way inside of him. I
stayed in that position for quite some time just absorbing and cataloging
the new feelings. I was startled out of my stupor by a tug on my
balls. Paul was trying to get me to move in and out of him and was guiding
me with somewhat painful back and forth pulls on my scrotum. Again, I got
the hint and began plunging his ass with my rock hard cock. The feeling
with the movement was even better than the soaking I had enjoyed. It was
like someone switched on a light. The thrill and feelings were no longer
localized in my dick but spread back between my legs to my asshole and up
my spine. As I rocked in and out, I could feel the thrill in every part of
my body. I got so excited that I could hardly breathe and struggled to get
enough oxygen into my lungs.

I pumped into his ass with great enthusiasm and blocked everything else out
of my mind, concentrating only on the feelings of my first time
fucking. Even in my trance, I could feel the sensations flooding out of the
rest of my body and concentrating in my penis. I was awakened from my
sexual coma by the moans from Robert as he began to spiral out of control
from Paul's tonguing causing me to erupt in ecstasy. I could feel my semen
travelling through my urethra like I was taking a piss. I felt like one
long stream rather than my usual spurts. It did pulse, however, but each
one felt like a continuous flow. I had finally emptied myself into him and
could feel my disk shrinking and slowly being squeezed out as his sphincter
tightened and relaxed in reaction to my softening member. Finally, with one
last contraction of his hole, Paul ejected my cock from his ass and my cum
drizzled out and down over his distended scrotum.

No sooner was I expelled from Paul's rectum than he pulled Robert up to his
knees and maneuvered himself in front of him still leaking my sperm and
directed me to guide Robert's penis into the void from which I just left. I
grabbed his dick and slid it up along the trail of my cum which accumulated
on his crown and helped lubricate his entry; not that any was needed. His
larger cock slid easily inside and, unlike me, he continued his entry until
his cock was all of the way inserted and his balls rested against
Paul's. My hand was squeezed out from between them as was a significant
amount of my sperm that squirted on my hand and all over the parts where
they were joined. I just moved my hand down between Robert's legs and
cupped and caressed both pairs of sperm covered balls. I encircled both
scrotums with my finger and thumb, locking them tightly together.

I had assumed that clutching them the way I had would limit their movement
but I was wrong. There was sufficient slack in Paul's sack to allow plenty
of movement by Robert. As he found his stride, he was pumping out most of
the sperm I deposited earlier and it was pouring down onto my hand and
lubricating the ball sacks in my hand so that everything was sliding around
and in and out.

Paul interrupted his moaning long enough to tell me to lick Roberts's
asshole. I was at first reluctant but so intrigued from watching him do it
that I thought I would give it a try. I released their balls and spread his
cheeks and dove in with my tongue. I was surprised at its feel and texture
against the tip of my tongue. I kind of liked it. I was expecting it to
smell like shit but it didn't. I kind of smelled like dried spit which I
suspect was Paul's. I didn't know what to expect for the taste but there
too I was surprised. It tasted just like his mouth did when we
kissed. Embolden by the lack of impediments, I pressed on and concentrated
on his clenched sphincter. The forceful thrusting of his hips was a bit of
a hindrance but he seemed to settle down when my tongue began to penetrate
his tight opening.

Try as I may, I could not penetrate his constricted anal ring. I pressed
and pressed with my tongue but to no avail. I don't think he was
intentionally resisting me but lost in the intensity of fucking, he could
not relax to allow me entry. Desperate, I used my sperm coated finger to
probe his anal port. I rubbed around it transferring my slippery sperm all
around it and then pressed at the center of the ring with my index finger
and to my surprise; it slid in as far as my first knuckle. The heat inside
was intense. I pulled back and the ring pushed me out and snapped shut upon
expulsion. Undaunted, I pushed even harder back on the now lubricated
portal and my finger slid all the way in whit an unexpected reaction from
Robert as he pushed back and kind of rotated his ass as if to get more of
me into him. I was wishing he was doing this to me. I wondered what it felt
like.

Robert's reaction to finger fucking was exaggerated. He was pressing
backward onto my finger as hard as he was forward into Paul's ass. My
finger was sliding in and out with hardly any resistance. I was becoming
difficult to use only one finger and fold the rest back so I decided to add
my middle finger to the mix. It went in with some difficulty at first but
Robert's reaction was more than rewarding. He yelled out with pleasure and
encouragement as the second finger finally plopped inside spreading his ass
even wider.  With both fingers in there, I could finally feel the root of
his cock and the lump at the end that was his prostate. He seemed to really
appreciate me rubbing it and I found him concentrating his movements on my
hand more than on Paul's ass.

Robert's rotation on my fingers was becoming magnified and intense as he
rotated his back on them while I, in turn, increased the pressure on his
prostate with my massage. His movements became abrupt and exaggerated
thrusting forward and backward with near ferocious intensity. Then with an
extremely forceful forward thrust into Paul's ass, I felt the first pulse
of his climax course through his prostate under my fingers. I felt the need
to press into him harder as he came and wished, at that moment, that my
entire hand was in him. His orgasm soon subsided and I reluctantly released
my pressure in his ass and eventually removed my fingers while he collapsed
in exhaustion on Paul's back. All three of us fully spent.

That was the end of my erotic adventures at camp. We returned home that
Saturday evening and all attended Mass celebrated by Father Flannigan on
Sunday. Well, it wasn't all of us because there was a new deacon reading
the epistles and not Paul as he usually was every Sunday. Father Flannigan
said that he transferred to another parish but didn't say which one. None
of us ever saw or heard of him again.

As for Robert and me, we had off and on encounters that coincided with him
breaking up with a girlfriend and it all stopped rather abruptly when I
finally got my own girlfriend who I eventually married and to whom I have
remained steadfast and always faithful. Oh, by the way, I am now deacon at
my church at the encouragement of my lifelong friend Pat Flannigan.