Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2022 08:34:42 -0500 From: Josh Milton Subject: Part 3 Cumming Out to My Grampa Grampa turned all business once again and we spent the next three hours organizing the inventory at the Thrift Store with the others. Phil also was busy and we didn't interact much. Whenever he saw me he winked and licked his lips. On the way out, we stopped at a place called Java Boys on Wilton Drive where I ordered a smoothie and Grampa had an iced coffee. We sat outside among groups of gossiping older men who took sly glances at me and Grampa. One of them, a heavyset man in very tight dayglo shorts and "Daddy Lover" t-shirt blew me a kiss and licked his fingers while looking at me. It creeped me out. Pulling my gaze away from him, i asked "Papa, why did Phil call you Father?" "Well, for a couple of reasons. I am a priest." He sat back and sipped from the straw in his coffee. My jaw dropped. "You are? Since when?" "Yup. For the past 20 years. I have been ordained and I have a license to perform state recognized ceremonies. The circle of men who congregate with me call me Father. Part in respect and part because of the Father-Son dynamic in our culture." "So you can do baptisms and marriages and stuff?" I couldn't imagine him as a priest. I thought my father called him an atheist at one point. "Yes. Yes, I can. But I only perform services for gay men and not for all of them at that." "What religion are you? Protestant, Catholic?" "Neither. I'm more of a humanist, you could say. I am more based on what's real and divine in and around us. Also, for me there is no separation of male sexuality from spirituality. The penis is the primary core of a man's spirituality, whether or not he admits it, is my belief. No shame in sexual expression. I'm spiritual but about the flesh, if that makes sense." "I guess it will make sense eventually. I was thinking about maybe joining another kind of church. I miss the hymns and the comfort of the rituals and I always felt at peace sitting in a quiet church even if I didn't believe it all. At the same time, it all kind of aroused me." "Huh, well, we might have more in common about spirituality than we thought. Anyway, listen, Chad, we need to talk. I've been thinking, you need to get away from your father. He's my own son but he will make your life hell. I will threaten him that I will sue to adopt you on the grounds that he has been abusive to you and now wants to force conversion therapy upon you, which is not legal in many parts of this state. I will take on raising you and for the next few years until you are old enough to go out on your own." "Oh, wow...yes, Grampa!" I jumped up and went around to him and hugged him as he sat and kissed his temple. I could hear the heavyset man moan a few feet away as he watched us. "Sit down, Chad. There will be ground rules for living with me. This isn't a free ride. You have obligations and requirements that I am imposing, or else. This is what I want: 1. You continue your education and get B grades or better. In fact, I'll give you $500 for every A you get at the end of each semester. 2. You will go on PREP and be tested every three months for STDs. 3. You will obey me at all times and be honest with me. 4. You will be employed, part time. I will help you find work. You will keep most of your pay but contribute 20% to cover your share of food and utilities. 5. This is a nudist, sex positive household. You will be nude in my presence most of the time while we are at home unless there is a good reason or if we have visitors hostile to nudism. If you are cold, you can put on a top. But your ass and genitalia must always be unclothed on my property. 6. This isn't a hotel. Keep the place tidy and clean at all times, do your share, and do your own laundry and clean up your dishes. 7. My bedroom is off limits to you. No snooping around. If you agree to all of the above, we have a deal, and you can live with me. I will deal with your father. " "What is PRIP?" I asked. "It's PREP -- pre exposure prophylaxis. It's medication to you take everyday to help prevent catching HIV. You know what HIV is, don't you?" "Yes, of course." "Well, you need to be on it, pronto. If what happened between you and Phil, you sticking your dick in him without a condom, is any indication, you need to be on PREP asap." "Oh, Phil said he was on PREP. Now I get it." The heavyset man was trying to listen to us intently. He got up and approached us. "Is this seat taken?" he pointed to a free chair at our table. "It's all yours. We're leaving," Grampa nodded to me and we got up and left. Back in the pickup he told me we would be going to Phil's tonight. "Papa, why? What's happening there?" "A wedding, of sorts, and I am officiating." "Are two men getting married?" "You'll see. First we need to pick up some things." We drove to Powerline Road near Mickel Park and pulled into the driveway of a rundown house. A man with a ZZ top style beard came running up to the truck. "So good to see you Father. The booth is ready to go," he said as he shook Papa's hands through the cab window. "Booth?" I asked "A gloryhole booth," my Grandpa said and he hoped out of the truck. A garage door opened and as it rose it revealed what looked like a refrigerator box. It was painted black and had a bunch of rude drawings and images of dicks shooting sperm in strange colors. My grandfather inspected it on all sides and then disappeared inside for a moment. "Nice. Lots of holes here at diferent heights. It's perfect. Let's try the hinges, Tommy. Chad, I need you to watch how this works so that you can set it up." "Ok, Papa, " I said as I approached the gloryhole booth that my very own grandafather had inspected and approved. Granpa exited the gloryhole booth and Tommy rushed to show us how the booth could be folded down by unhooking some hinges on two of the panels. We put the folded down gloryhole booth in the truck. "Are you gonna, come in, Father? I sure could use a blessing from ya today?" My grandfather put his hands on Tommy's shoulders and then bent his head to plant his lips on Tommy's bearded face while Tommy's hand freely went down to my grampa's groin. They kissed for like a long uncomfortable minute. Tommy made very eager and gutteral sounds as their tongues licked one another's lips. Seeing these two older and very different looking men engage in a sudden explosion of passion and lust made my own cock swell up. Tommy was not attractive but I couldn't look away from them. My grandfather pulled back and said, "Thanks for all you do for our church, Tommy. You will be rewarded for your devotion." Tommy nodded eagerly and smiled. He looked at me and winked and licked his lips. He whispered to my grampa and they both looked at me and chuckled. "Maybe later," grampa said. Back in the truck, I tried my luck at honesty once again with my grandfather. "That made me really horny, Papa, watching you and that man kiss." I rubbed by cock through my shorts. He ignored me. "Chad, when we get home I need you to clean up and shower before we leave for the orgy. I mean, ceremony." "Orgy, Papa? I thought you said it was a wedding?" my heart beat so fast. The word `orgy' always made my head spin and got me really horny. It was like a big mystery word full of sexual potential. "Well, it is a wedding. However the two grooms have asked that there be an orgiastic component to their nuptials. That's all I will say except I am thinking of blindfolding you for certain secret rites that are really for our more advanced elders to observe and participate in. But I don't want you out of my sight while I can help it. So, you will be blindfolded, for some parts, I might even bring headphones so you can't hear." My cock now really wanted to ejaculate. "Will, will we all be nude, Papa?" "Yes, we will all be nude, for the most part. When you shower, don't ejaculate. Ok, Chad? Chad?" I was so lost in the excitement of the orgy-wedding that I could barely speak. "Good boy," he said as he left his hand on my knee. "Tonight you will witness some very unusual homosexual cock worship practices. It may blow your mind at first. So, prepare yourself mentally." Papa couldn't see it, but I had already shot my sperm in my undewear. I gulped. "I will be ready in mind and spirit, Papa."