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By Nick Archer
St. Irenaeus Church had been built in 1964, at the end of Vatican II. It was a church that reflected the new direction in the Catholic Church that Pope John XXIII had begun. The building itself was free of ornamentation. Except for the huge mosaic behind the alter there was little in the way of ornamentation or decoration. Since it was still Lent, the altar was draped in purple.
The eighth grade CCD students were seated in front of the church. They were attending a special Reconciliation service. Catholicism differs from most Protestant denominations in that sins are professed to clergy. Most Protestants deem the clerical intermediary unnecessary. Protestants claim that Jesus paid the price for their sins, therefore, sins should be confessed only to God.
The church was darkened except for the altar area. Father Grimes appeared.
"Welcome to the Reconciliation Service. We arranged this time for you to celebrate the sacrament of Reconciliation before you make your Confirmation. Notice I used the word celebrate. Most of you dont associate the words Reconciliation and celebration. A celebration is a party, right?"
Some of the kids mumbled their agreement.
"Well, in a way God is celebrating your return just like the father in the story of the Prodigal Son celebrated his return with a party. God is knocking at your hearts now, asking to be let in. Will you let him in?"
"Reconciliation is simply removing the roadblocks between you and God so that you can have a closer relationship. We call those roadblocks sin. And once those roadblocks are gone, the celebration will begin!"
"Remember, you are not required to go to individual Confession. But think seriously about it. For most of you, this will be the last opportunity you have before you are confirmed. We have several other priests here to help so that we will finish before your parents arrive at 8:15. Of course, most of you know the Associate Pastor at St. Irenaeus, Father Mendez. Father Miller from St. Marys will be in the traditional confessional for those of you who chose to confess that way. On the right side of the altar is Father Majewski from St. Kieran in Chicago Heights. On the left side is Father Phillips from St. Johns in Glenwood. Father ODonnell from St. Lukes School for Boys is in the Cry Room." Brian made a mental note to say hi to Father ODonnell. "Father Mendez and I will be in the back of the church."
"For those of you who do not chose to go, or for those who have already gone and have completed your Penance, please pray silently for those who have not yet gone. Thank you."
He unhooked the wireless microphone, and strode to the back of the church. Mrs. Barringer turned on a cassette player softly. It played Pachebels Cannon in D. The other CCD teachers positioned themselves strategically to quell any disturbances.
The students looked at each other nervously. Everyone hesitated to go first. Brian and Jake were sitting next to each other cautiously looking out of the corners of their eyes. Their jeans-clad knees touched each other casually and their hands were folded in their laps. Brian caught glimpses of Jake and his face. It was rapidly healing, and he no longer wore a dressing on the wound. He no longer wore a dressing on his head, either. Jake had surprised everyone but Matt with his resilience. Matt knew that Jake was a very healthy boy and an athlete and would heal rapidly. The stitches on his head had gotten to the point where they started to itch. Next week, Jake had an appointment to have the stitches taken out. Tim had promised to take him to get a haircut once the stitches were out. He hoped the stylist would be able to conceal the shaved area of his scalp. Jake began to jiggle his leg. Brian touched his knee and shook his head ever so slightly. Jake stopped.
Brian could stand the wait no longer. It was time to get it over with. Suddenly, his legs were propelling him down the main aisle, toward Father Grimes! He caught glimpses of the other students as he strode toward the priest. He saw some of the kids whisper to one another. Hes brave for going first.
Father Grimes was looking down at the floor when Brian sat in the metal folding chair facing him.
Brian took a deep breath and plunged in. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned...."
His classmates watched surreptitiously. It was over in a matter of moments, and before Brian returned to his pew, Father Grimes stood and hugged him.
Brian returned to his spot and knelt on the kneeler. Jake saw him swipe at a tear as he began to pray his Penance. Brians action opened the floodgates and the other students followed suit. Brian finished praying and sat back in the pew. One by one the eighth graders finished. Both boys could hear some sniffling, but no one started to blatantly cry. Brian noticed one kid who was in his algebra class as school who didnt go to confession. But he wasnt the only one. Jake still had not gone.
Brian had begun to get bored. Mrs. Barringer replayed the same tape three times. He began to flip through the Monthly Missalette looking for songs he recognized.
"Arent you going?" Brian whispered to Jake.
Jake simply nodded. Brian glanced at his watch. It was five minutes after eight. If Jake was going to go, he had better do it now.
Finally, Jake got up and clumsily tripped over the kneeler. He headed for Father Grimes. Minutes seemed like hours to Brian. Most of the other students had finished and were now restless in the pews. Mrs. Barringer and the other CCD teachers tried in vain to keep them quiet while the last stragglers finished their confessions.
God, Jakes been back there for a long time.
At 8:15, Mrs. Barringer whispered to the kids. "Thanks for being so patient. Please be quiet as you leave. Theres still a few in Confession."
They began to file out of the side church door nearest the school, although not as quietly as Mrs. Barringer had hoped. Brian remained in his pew, waiting for Jake. He could hear sobs. He turned around to see Jake with his head hanging. Father Grimes had a hand on his shoulder and was speaking earnestly in his ear.
"You can go, Brian," Mrs. Barringer said to him.
"Im going to wait for my brother."
She smiled at him. She had a great deal of affection for this boy. It was her experience that boys as handsome as Brian were terribly conceited. But not Brian. He has a heart as big as all outdoors. Its so sweet that he considers Jake his brother already. Matt Rosato had phoned me to explain the situation when Jake moved in with them. That was very smart of him to do. Matt is a terrific parent. And Brian is very special.
Jake stood and hugged Father Grimes. He was still crying. What had upset him so bad? I hope its not me, Brian thought. Brian approached them cautiously and stood at a safe distance. It was Confession, after all.
Father Grimes smiled at him over Jakes shoulder. They released one another.
Brian put an arm around Jakes shoulders. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah," he answered colorlessly. He pulled away and slipped into a pew. "I have to say my Penance. Tell dad I mean, Matt that Ill be a few minutes."
Matt appeared at the church door. Brian strode down the aisle, genuflected at the altar, and hugged Matt.
"Why do you smell like dishwashing liquid?
"Ill explain later."
Father Grimes appeared behind Brian. He shook Matts hand. "How are you, darling?"
"Im good, Father, thanks."
"I always seem to be so busy, but I wanted a chance to talk to you about our plans for next school year."
"You mentioned something about that before, Father. What do you have in mind?"
"Were going to reopen the school." Joseph Cardinal Bernardin had closed and consolidated many Catholic schools and parishes in the late eighties and early nineties. The vast majority were in the inner city, but some were as close as Chicago Heights. The Archdiocese hadnt opened a new Catholic grade school in more than a decade.
"How is that possible, Father?" Brian inched closer to Matt and slipped his arm around Matts waist. Matt could always tell the level of comfort Brian had with other people by the amount of affection he would openly display. It was an easy equation; the more he trusted the third party, the more affection he would show Matt or Tim. In Matts mind, he obviously trusted Fr. Grimes.
"Were going to be independent of the Archdiocese. It will be called South Suburban Catholic Academy."
"Its an interesting concept, Father and Ill probably send Tommy here once he comes to live with me full time. Brian will be in high school next year."
"Im not telling you about SSCA because of the boys, although I certainly would like them to attend. I want you as a teacher here."
"Me? Go back to teaching? I dont think so, Father. I like retail, except for the hours. And I like the fact that when Im done for the day, Im done. No homework and no lesson plans. And there are other issues, too."
"We can talk more about those other issues later, Matthew. But think about it. Pray about it. You have so much to offer kids."
Jake, who had obviously completed his Penance, wordlessly walked up to Matt and hugged him. Matt rubbed his back. "Are you OK, son?" he whispered.
Jake nodded into Matts chest.
"Ill think about it Father."
"Thank you, Matthew. Be good, boys."
Matt and Tim had discovered that Monday nights were an ideal time to have sex, or just simply to cuddle and kiss. Tommy was back at St. Lukes for the week and Brian and Jake were at CCD. Not that they didnt show affection in front of the boys. But they found that they had to schedule time to spend with each other.
Tim was in an especially mischievous mood. Matt knew he was up to something when he playfully shooed Matt out the door to take the boys to CCD.
When Matt returned from St. Ireanaus, Tim greeted him at the door in his bathrobe.
"How was driving the Jeep?" Tim asked after he kissed his lover loudly.
"Its fun. Youre so high off the ground." Matt had only recently started driving the Jeep. He had resisted for a long time, preferring to let Tim drive when they went somewhere as a family. He smiled at Tim. "Why are you in your robe? Going to bed already?"
Tim smiled from ear to ear. "Nope, Ive got something else planned." He took Matt by the hand and led him upstairs.
The bathroom door was closed. When Tim opened it with a flourish, Matt was presented with Tims surprise. The light fixture was off. All around the bathroom were lit candles. They were on the toilet tank, on the vanity a few on the floor and around the bathtub. A cassette player was playing a nature sounds tape. The tub itself was filled with sudsy water.
"You are too much," Matt said as he kissed Tim.
"I went to a lot of effort to do this for you. And I expect to be paid handsomely." He started to pull off Matts clothes. "I wanted to do this when you were sick, but you were too busy waging war against the world. Here, sit on the toilet so I can take off your shoes."
Matt did as he was instructed. "Im sorry about that, Tim."
Tim stopped and leveled a gaze at Matt. "I know you are. But wouldnt it be wonderful if you didnt have to apologize?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have to learn to control your temper. I love you with all my heart. And I love you despite your faults." He pulled off Matts socks. Tim rose up on his knees and ran his fingers through Matts chest hair. "Stand up."
Tim unfastened Matts pants and pulled them down. "Get into the tub."
"What did you use for bubble bath? It smells like citrus."
"Youre soaking in it."
"Very funny, Madge."
With a big sea sponge, Tim began to wash Matt. Matts soapy, wet skin was slick and sensual under his fingers. They kissed often.
When Tim was finished soaping him up, Matt wrapped his arms around Tims neck and pulled him into the tub.
"Whoa! Youre going to get me all wet."
"Thats the idea, studboy." Tim shucked his soaking bathrobe and sat in Matts lap facing him. He wrapped his legs around Matts torso and his arms around his neck. He felt Matts erect penis poking his buttocks.
Tim reached behind himself and took Matts cock in his hand. "Fuck me, Matt." They both concentrated and finally Matts cock slipped into Tim.
"Fuck my hole, Matt." The water in the tub started to slosh as he increased his rhythm. "Yeah, that feels so hot." Tims eyes rolled up into his head. He let his head fall back. Tims Adams apple pointed at him. Matt was the bottom most of the time, but they both enjoyed switching roles on occasion. Matt fucked Tim with vigor. Tims tight hole gripped Matts cock. Matt felt the passion of the other man concentrated in his sphincter. The muscle almost seemed to tug at Matts cock as if it were urging his pole deeper into the others mans love tunnel.
Tim reached orgasm first, and his cum washed off Matts belly in the water. Matt followed soon after.
They held each other for a long moment in the now-lukewarm water. Tim opened the drain as he untangled his limbs and stepped out of the tub. He tugged gently at Matt to help him out.
They turned on the shower to rinse the tub and each other. Matt kissed Tim. "Thank you for this. It was very romantic."
"And very hot."
"Yes, it was," Matt agreed. They doused the candles, wiped up the wet floor, and dried off their bodies and scooted to the bedroom to get dressed.
Now dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Matt pulled Tim to him once again. His tongue probed the other mans mouth. "I love you, Tim. Help me. Please help me."
"Help you to do what?"
"Help me control my temper. I hate myself when I get angry."
"I will, sweetheart. How about we develop a signal? Like when we used the tug on the ear? Remember that?"
Matt smiled. "Of course I do."
"I could use it on you when I think you are losing your temper."
"Thats a possibility."
Tim smacked his rump. "You better go pick up our sons."
"You two are quiet tonight," Matt commented as he drove them home. Both boys uncharacteristically sat in the back seat. Usually the passenger seat was a topic of battle.
He glanced at them through the rear view mirror. They were staring out the window on opposite sides of the Jeep. Matt decided he would not walk through their private thoughts with his adult feet.
Tim and Matt settled on the couch to watch some TV. Matt had his head on Tims lap and their hands were tangled in a knot. During commercials, they kissed passionately.
Both men were lulled into a delicious drowsy state. They were sated from sharing sex, and warmed from the bath. Outside, rain splattered against the windows and the temperature dropped. But they were warm and cozy in their affectionate position on the couch.
"I wonder what the boys are doing upstairs?"
Jake had to use the bathroom when they arrived home from CCD and he discovered the candles. He grabbed a votive candle and brought it into their bedroom.
Brian watched him as Jake removed a lighter from the desk and lit the candle.
"Where did you get the lighter?"
"I snagged it from Matt. Keep your mouth shut."
Jake stared into the candle without a word. He picked up the candle and sat cross-legged on the floor with the candle in front of him.
"What are you doing?"
"Youre getting into a weird area, here, Jake. I have to tell you that." Brian was also curious. Jake had never been especially religious and this change piqued Brians interest.
"Do you think you could vacate for a few minutes?"
Brian shrugged. "I guess." Instead, Brian stood at the door with his hand on the doorknob.
"Or you could do it with me."
Brian hesitated. It was like looking at the man behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz. He wanted a glimpse of Jakes interior landscape. But would that destroy the mystery?
"Turn off the light," Jake suggested.
Brian sat cross-legged across from Jake in the darkened bedroom with the candle between them.
"So what do we do now?"
"Father Grimes told me that we can pray about anything and God will hear our prayers."
"So what do you want to pray about?" Brian asked him.
Jake looked up and his eyes glistened with tears.
"What?" Brian asked softly. Jakes hands were clenched. Brian took his hands and gently tried to open them.
Jake could only shake his head.
"Do you want to tell me what you talked to Father Grimes about?" Brian asked softly.
A very long silence followed. Brian thought that he hadnt heard the question. "We talked about Matt and Tim and Tommy. My dad. And you."
"What about me?"
"How I feel about you."
Brian swallowed nervously. "What about me?"
"I love you."
"And I love you, too. Youre my brother."
Jake abruptly changed the subject. "I dont want to leave."
Brian didnt want to think about it, either. He moved closer to Jake and put his arm around him. Jake was choking back tears.
Brian had to think fast or he was going to start crying, too. Jakes leaving was something he didnt want to think about. He had an idea. He wasnt very good at spontaneous prayer, but it seemed like a good time to try.
"Dear God," Brian began. "We thank you for this time together. We thank you for Matt and Tim who love us and take care of us. Thank you for Tommy who makes us laugh. We ask you for your," Brian struggled for a word, "guidance and care. Amen."
Well, he did it. It wasnt ever going to be recited at Mass, but it would do.
Jake didnt respond. His chin was still on his chest, but at least he wasnt crying anymore.
"Tell me," Brian said to Jake, as he used his arm to shake him slightly. "Something else is on your mind. Spill it."
At last Jake raised his face to Brian. His eyes were red-rimmed and his nose puffy. "I love you more than a brother," he confessed.
Brians heart skipped a beat. Could it be true? The very thing Brian had hoped for. But, did he want it? Now that it was actually happening, could he trust his feelings? Could he trust Jakes feelings? Matt had once said to him, "Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it."
"I didnt want to fall in love with you," Jake blurted and began to cry anew. "I dont want to be a faggot." Brian angrily removed his arm. "Im sorry, Brian. I dont want to be gay. But I cant deny these feelings anymore."
Brian was speechless. Maybe it is best that he leaves. Outside, the rain intensified, and lurid flashes of lightning silhouetted the trees. Jake resumed gazing down at his knees. Finally, Brian stood up, retrieved some tissues from the bathroom and closed the bedroom door again.
While Jake blew his nose, Brian removed his clothes in the candlelight. He was sleepy from the expenditure of emotions. He slid in between the sheets on the lower bunk.
Jake also removed his clothes. Naked except for his shorts, he blew out the candle and placed it on the desk.
Jakes voice asked in the dark, "Can I sleep with you?"
"Please, Brian? Just to cuddle. Thats all. I promise."
"Dad will whip our asses if he finds out."
"He wont, I promise. Ill lock the door."
Some giggling occurred while they repositioned themselves on the lower bunk. Brian was facing the wall and Jake had his chest pressed up against Brians back.
Jakes erection pressed against Brians backside. He whispered, "You know, I might not be opposed to it after all."
"Opposed to what?"
"Kissing another guy."
"What do you mean?"
"If I was going to kiss another guy, theres no one else I would rather try it with."
"You want to kiss me?"
"Yeah. Roll over."
They lay on the bed; bare chest to bare chest, legs entangled and faces inches apart. Jake closed his eyes and puckered up.
Their lips met.
"Could I just die now?" Brian swooned.
"What do you mean? Wasnt it any good?"
Brian laughed. "Its just an expression." He lowered his voice. Brian rolled over again. Jake pressed his chest to Brians back. We just kissed, Brian thought. I doubt Dad will get mad about it. It was a sweet, gentle kiss that made him feel warm all over. It was thrilling to think that he was the very first boy Jake had ever kissed, and Jake had chosen him. Brian was content to be held by Jake and kissing him.
But Jake was not content and his hands did not stop. He was still pressing his erection against Brians backside. His hands explored the silky feel of Brians smooth, hairless chest. His left hand found its way to Brians erection and squeezed it through his underwear.
"Come on," Jake whispered in a voice ragged with lust and need. "Dont you love me? You would if you loved me."
"I love you like a brother." He pulled Jakes hand off his cock. "Brothers arent supposed to fuck around."
Brian could feel Jake moving around behind him. The next thing he felt was Jakes freed cock pressing against the cloth of his underwear.
"I know you want it."
In fact, he did. Brian wanted it so badly, he could hardly see. His emotions were in turmoil and his spirit turbulent. "I cant, Jake."
"Yes, you can."
"You saw what happened when Dad found out I was having sex with Mike."
"Hell never know."
Jakes hand slipped under the elastic waistband of Brians underwear. Jake had just enough time to wrap his hand around Brians cock before Brian leapt out of bed.
"Please dont, Jake. I cant go through it again." He paced the floor like a caged lion.
Jake made his voice low and sensual. "Come on, Brian. I want it to happen. You want it to happen. Just let it happen."
Brian burst into tears. "No, I cant," he sobbed.
Jake stood up, wrapped his arms around Brian and whispered to him. "Come on, Brian. Please?"
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