Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2018 12:41:09 -0500 From: MC VT Subject: Answered Prayers, Bisexual Adult-youth Answered Prayers ©2017 MCVT November 25, 2018 Forgiveness highlights mid-winter festivities. This writer petitions you to open your wallets and make a donation to this fine site for readers and writers like us! Adult content: 100% fiction, forgiveness, Mb. =============================================================== Mom told me to wear my new three-piece with a red bow tie - we were going to a holiday party. I hated parties - all the old people were drinking and talking business and the other kids were usually as bored as I was; we all had to stand around for hours looking "absolutely darling." During these affairs I felt more like my mother's jewelry - just another glittery trifle to be complimented during awkward moments in their adult blather. There's another reason I hate parties. Because I'm a kid, my nose is closer to the adults' butts - not a good place in a crowd. What else could I do other than avoid the vegans? That night we went into the big house we passed a life-sized crèche; inside the house was decorated like fairyland, lots of twinkly lights and shiny garlands. Big deal. It looked like another mall to me. Wandering over to the candle-lit dessert table filled with mini-mountains of shiny jellies, meringues, and cakes. Fruitcake - yuck! I bypassed that solidified sludge and espied white chocolate and cocoanut mounds - each one topped with a tiny red cherry and looked around to see where Mom was, then swiped one. Delicately holding it between my fingers, I slid out to the foyer where I could escape the string quartet playing ancient tunes and stood by the window alongside the door, looking at the mother, father and baby in their dramatic back-lighting with real hay, but plastic animals. The security lights blazed like the brilliant stars around the eaves of the mansion... Touching the candy to my tongue, I carefully eased the little maraschino loose and sucked it into my mouth as a welcome to the cocoanut, greasy chocolate and sugar to follow and almost jumped out of my clothes as I felt a tapping on my shoulder. My candy fell on the floor when I jumped. "Shit." I said. Busted with candy when Mom told me I had to be thin. "Can't ever be too thin or too rich." That was her mantra. "What did you just say?" The guy asked me. Leaning over to pick up my now dirty treat, I didn't answer and considered grabbing it and stuffing the candy in my mouth, but he pulled it away. "That candy's dirty, like your filthy mouth." The older man with slicked-back black and gray hair said gruffly. "Young men don't talk like that." Rolling my eyes, "What I say is my business and saying `shit' isn't so bad. Bet you've said it plenty of times." I looked up at him and winced. "My lexis is my business." He said. "Your business is to go get your present. Santa came and they're calling out names now." "Did you see any boxes?" I asked. "I don't think so." The old man said. "Then it's just gift cards again." I turned back to the window and saw a rat running around under the feet of the three turbaned figures outside the barn-like structure of the nativity. "What can you buy at the Galleria for twenty bucks?" "Young man, get in there and get your present and be grateful. I want to hear some thanks coming out those naughty lips!" The old man almost snarled. "I hate these parties!" "Yeah, well think of how many boring soirees I've endured and I survived. Be grateful for good food and a warm place." He said and turned my shoulder facing me toward the big room. "Go on!" Reentering the chaos of adults with their phones snapping pictures, I joined the small knot of kids around some actor in a red suit and waited for my name to be called. I looked over the crowd to see the old fart that had my candy watching me -- I couldn't slip away. He had one eyebrow lifted and his head was cocked - silently telling me to behave myself. Mom took a video, and I accepted my envelope and kissed Santa's cheek to hear the adults sigh and `ah!" Mom was telling people how charming and confident I am. The old man kept watching me from behind the crowd, nodding his head telling me I'd done well. When that torture was over, the crowd of adults went en masse, to the buffet as the chef was starting to slice the meats and the catering staff buzzed around the room with champagne. I went back to the foyer, knowing it would be noisy and silly while they impressed each other with how little they could eat. That old man came into the foyer behind me again. "Fuck off, you jerk!" I'd sneaked another white chocolate treat. "Your mother needs to spank you. What an impish child!" "Spanking is abuse! I'd snitch - but she doesn't have time for spanking." He waited for a while, watching me eat my treat and looking at the crèche. "Are you going to ask forgiveness?" "No. Haven't done anything wrong. Get lost." This guy was cramping my style. "Do you know that big stone church downtown with all the crosses on the top?" "All churches look like that." I answered, noticing a cat was sniffing around the manger ready to spray. "That was my church." He looked down at me. "I've worked with a lot of children in my life, and you have a very tormented little soul." "Tormented? My ass! Go away!" He stood beside me and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "You know the mother of the little baby we worship - she was just a little older than you and a virgin when she gave birth." He pointed to the crèche. "So? Sluts get knocked up -- that's not news." "She wasn't a slut - she never had sex before." "How'd she get pregnant?" I asked. "Filled with the spirit, and a dove was sent to make a miracle happen." "A bird? That's stupid." I rolled my eyes thinking he was demented. After a while, "I'd like to pray with you." He said softly. "I don't pray." I didn't even look at him. "You can ask for forgiveness for your mean words. Absolution will clean the pain from your heart and you'll feel warm and good. Then you'll treat yourself and other people with kindness. Probably don't have many friends with the way you talk. Doesn't it bother you sometimes when you hurt other people and they don't deserve it?" I thought about yelling at the maid and my teachers and the other kids at school. "Maybe, well - sometimes." I almost whispered. "Sweetheart, let's go to the pantry and say a little prayer. I feel the spirit moving." In the pantry, it was quiet, and the minister was on one knee, beside me, holding me close to him, then he turned me to my side. "Put you palms together in front of your face and bow your head - close your eyes." He started giving thanks for a lot of things I can't remember as his hands went to my zipper, "Hey!" I jerked away. "That's not how people pray!" "Be still, the spirit is closer now -- I can feel it. Close your eyes and think about the brightest star you've ever seen and how good it feels to be forgiven..." He went back to praying while his right hand sneaked between my legs and his left hand was pushing my briefs down. "Heavenly creator, look down on your precocious - I mean precious child and take the evil from his heart..." Breathing heavily, his fingers explored squeezed my balls and stroked my cock while the other hand found my nipples. My head was dizzy he was touching me so softly and it made me feel so good. The pleasure of forgiveness and the rule about `bad touches' held a very brief skirmish in my head; forgiveness won out really quick. The pad of his middle finger began rubbing between my legs under my briefs. Mercy was getting better by the moment. "Sweet mother of our salvation, send your beautiful little virgin a dove tonight to sweep all the darkness from this lad's... Heart..." He stuck his finger in his mouth and shoved it back between my legs, then found my hole with his slimy digit. Pressing inside me a little with his finger, he stopped his prayer and sighed. "Uuuuh!" "Be still, the spirit's closer now." He was breathing hard. "Mother of all goodness," He inhaled deeply with his lips at my rod. "Send a miracle, absolutely divine miracle for this perfect creation." Then he sucked my pecker in his mouth and his tongue was pushing at my foreskin! His breath was jerking and I thought he might have a heart attack, but I kept my eyes closed and my hands pressed together, still astonished with how good my induction into absolution felt when his finger moved upward and I think I saw a supernova behind my eyelids. "Nnng... Nnng." Tinsel sparkles were glistening inside me for a moment when he rubbed inside me. "Does it feel good to be forgiven?" He whispered. If this was forgiveness, I needed a lot more, so I nodded my head. "Yeah! Thanks, god." "Lovely, my little virgin. God's sending you a kiss." I felt his lips on my neck. "Complete absolution, you're forgiven my child." He whispered. "Amen." "Wow! That felt really good." I whispered. "The spirit sent a dove to flutter in your heart. Forgiveness is a gift from above." He kissed my cheek. "We better go see if someone's looking for you." "I better start praying to go home. I hate these parties." I told him. "Hmmm." He glanced around the pantry as he tucked my shirt back in my pants and then stood. He grabbed a kitchen towel and as we walked told me that maybe an angel would help. "Let's get some eggnog." On the way to the dining room, he stopped at the thermostat, turned it up full blast and removed the knob, slipped it in his pocket and hung the towel on the stem where the knob had been. "You know how this crowd hates to sweat! God forbid they look like they've been working!" I grinned and nodded. While I got my eggnog, it occurred to me that was ready to say some more dirty words to the guy so I could get forgiven again, but I couldn't find him. Pretty soon Mom came over with her sequined bag and her angora wrap, "So incredibly warm tonight, we're going home..." Fin. Answered Prayers