Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 04:12:14 +0100
From: auroratopper@gmx.us
Subject: Juan and Matt 4

	My cell phone vibrated viciously on the kitchen table. It was late
Sunday afternoon and I was reclined on the sofa clicking through stories on
Nifty. I set aside the bottle of lube which rested closely to my slick,
rock hard penis. OK, I was doing more than reading the stories.

	"Hello?"

	"Matthew? Did I catch you at a bad time?"

	"Oh. No, Father Gomez. I was just doing a little, um, research. You
know I'm always available for you."

	"Great!" he responded. "Can you meet me at that little Irish pub in
an hour or so? I wanted to talk to you about the teaching position you
asked about. I've got a proposal for you that shouldn't really be discussed
over the phone."

	I begrudgingly agreed to postpone my masturbation session so I
could meet up with the eternally horny priest to see what scheme he was
cooking up now. "OK. I'll see you at Moran's in an hour."

	"Bye, Matthew."

	"Bye, Father."

	Right before he hung up, I heard a boy shriek in the background
like he was being tickled. God, he didn't waste much time; it was only a
half hour since his last Mass finished up and I suspected Father Jose had
his favorite altar boy Mario over. They play Nintendo Wii together and the
winner gets a blow job from the loser. Mario always wins. Don't ask how I
know this.

	I first met Father Jose Gomez by chance outside a gay bar in Puerto
Vallarta about a year ago. We both had been rejected by some trashy but
very pretty teen street kid and were taking the rejection in together. I
bought him a whiskey and he ordered me a Corona. We bonded that night.

	The liquor loosened us both up quite a bit. We discovered right
away we were both vacationing Chicagoans and I told him I was a lapsed
Catholic and he revealed that he was a priest fond of an altar boy or
two. A few more shots and we were sharing darker secrets like the youngest
boy we'd touched and role playing fantasies.

	Before we said our goodbyes that night, he suggested I start
attending his parish. Lucky for both of us, it was near my apartment on the
northwest side of Chicago and fit in well with my plan to find a boy at
church.

	Today, however, I was still horny from Juan's little 30-second
handjob thru the khakis in the church basement. I was desperate to figure
out a way to spend more time with the nine year old Mexican boy. Had Father
Jose noticed the two of us disappear during today's sermon?

	I cleaned up and walked out the door and lit a cigarette. A quick
bus ride later (no cuties this time) the Irish pub came into view and the
priest's navy Cadillac was in the parking lot.

	He was sitting at a table by himself sipping a Guiness staring at
something at the other end of the room. I looked in that direction first
and saw a lean Latino barback cleaning tables.

	I crept up behind him and whispered in his ear. "Snap out of it,
Father, really. Do you not still have the smell of boybutt on your
fingers?"

	He waved his hand under my nose and laughed. "Eh, you know me too
well, my dear boy." He wasn't THAT much older than me. "Pull up a chair, I
have a proposition for you."

	Uh-oh.

	"I received a phone call earlier this afternoon from
Mr. Acevedo. Apparently, he was pulled over late last night for speeding
and reckless driving. When the cops tried to process him and issue a
ticket, they learned he was undocumented. Juan was with him in the car, so
there wasn't much they could do right then, so he has a court date later
this week."

	I nodded my head. "Well, that's unfortunate but what does this have
to do with me?"

	"It's very likely that he will be deported."

	"Whoa."

	"Yes. And not only will Mrs. Acevedo lose her husband, and a father
to both her young Juanito and the baby on the way, but St. Peter's Boys
School will lose its gym teacher. That's his job."

	I liked where this was going. Father Gomez was also the principal
of the adjoining boys' school. The nuns ran the girl's school.

	"So I know you were interested in teaching Sunday School, but we
really can't wait to fill the Physical Education position. The boys really
have so much energy they need to burn that if they go without gym during
the day, they're completely unmanageable in their other classes."

	He was asking me to be a gym teacher to inner city elementary
Catholic school boys. Yes, please. I'd work it for free.

	Jose continued. "I know this is totally hard to ask, but I'd love
you to have the position. You're one of us. You're protected by me."

	I stammed out a "Yes, and I'd do it for free but what does it pay?"
Reality is a bitch.

	"Well, we can't offer an increase on what you're making now, but
there is a private apartment right above my place the church offers to
educators in training."

	Then he started just busting up laughing. "It's just too easy,
right?"

	I cracked a grin and got up to grab a drink from the bar. He smiled
and picked up a call on his cell phone.

	When I returned with the brew, I spoke my mind.

	"Listen, Jose. The chance to hang out a little more with you and be
a good influence in many young boys' lives sounds great. I'm not looking
forward to moving my crap, but the pay sounds like it may have more than
financial value."

	He nodded, grinned and sipped his beer.

	"The first thing you have to do is meet with Mr. Acevedo before he
has to leave. I'm going to call up his wife and see if they can have you
over to their house for dinner. You two can chat it up a bit, he can tell
you about the job, you can tell him how his little Juan is developing .. "

	I sprayed a little beer on his face, appropriately but
unintentionally.

	"How did you ... um?"

	"I thought you knew I have a camera in that basement bathroom!"