Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2023 22:24:52 +0000
From: horn boy <hotipsboy@gmail.com>
Subject: The ministry of Adam pt1

This is a story is a fantasy that involves intergenerational relationships
and incest set in a church if it offends then please leave! It's also in
British English so don't get your knickers in a knot about grammar and
spelling!

It is the start of a (short) series -- I have a plot in mind but welcome to
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The Ministry of Adam

I was the weekend after my fifteenth birthday and we were getting ready for
church, except this week it was just dad and me going. Mum and Nicole, my
sister, were staying at home as it was time for me to be admitted to the
Ministry of Adam.

I knew nothing of what this was but over the last year conversations with
my parents told me that at 15 I was old enough to join the men only group
at our church. Dad had joined when he was 15 and had been going regularly
once a month for the last 20 years. All I knew was he left on a Sunday
evening at 7.30 and could return anytime from 8.30 to 11 pm at night.

Dad had explained earlier that I was to shower thoroughly and then laid out
an outfit for me to wear -- a white shirt, black trousers and a pair of
white briefs and black socks.

When I came downstairs dad was dressed in his outfit which was a floor
length smock or shirt? It had buttons at the top which were done up to the
neck, long sleeves and he was wearing sandals -- this was his usual church
outfit when he went to the ministry.

`come on son' he said as he gently guided me out of the house towards the
car. As we left I saw our neighbour, Steve, get into his car wearing a
similar outfit. Steve was about 30 yrs old and lived alone but was good fun
to talk to and he would often kick a football about with me and dad on a
Sunday in the par. He was about 5'8", red head and looked after himself. We
were about the same height so he often spoke to me literally on a level. He
raised his hand to wave at my dad and then put a thumbs up to me before
getting in his car and driving off.

I climbed in to the front passenger seat as dad got in the car. As he sat
down he hitched up the smock and I saw his tanned hairy legs and his feet
in the sandals. He had quite muscular calves, he worked out in the home gym
in the garage and regularly ran. He was 35 and looked after himself. At
6'2" with olive tanned skin, and a good amount of body hair, he was they
typical dad look. I knew Steve would often work out in the garage with dad
but I was never invited.

As we pulled of I started asking questions.

`so what do I have to do tonight then dad?'

`just do as you are told and you follow all the procedures you will be
admitted to this sacred group. Your grandfather and his father before him
have all been part of this group where we share our love for god and Adam,
in fact your grandfather should be there tonight too, he's proud of you.'

`ok... so do I get one of these gowns once I'm in?' I said as I playfully
tugged at the white robe hitched up to above the knee.

`Yes and instruction on how to wear it, its important you follow the rules
of the ministry'

`Who runs the ministry? Is it father Peter?'

Father Peter was the new young priest who had taken over from Father James
about 2 years ago He was young, about 25? He was slight build with dark
messy hair and wore round glasses to read the sermons on a Sunday morning.

`Yes, he was schooled in the ministry while training and was specifically
choses for us to take over from Father James on his retirement. It is a
shame as Father James had inducted me in to the ministry 20 years ago but
he was getting too old for the job. Peter will be with us for a good long
time which will be great for our members. He has youth and energy on his
side for the rituals.'

`When we get there we will gather and then you will be asked to choose
members to take part in your initiation. You can choose who you want from
those attending. You may want familiar faces or you could choose strangers,
it is up to you and whomever you choose will treat you right when the time
comes.'

`OK but I will only know you and grandad and Steve...'

`That is fine but wait and see who else you may know, this is a closed
order so whomever you see here you must not talk about them outside of this
meeting so you may know more people then you think. Discretion and privacy
of these ceremonies is what has kept this from prying eyes and
complaints. We only admit people who are asked by an existing member, when
we are sure they can keep our secrets, or who are sons of a member --
that's why you get in, because of the family ties.'

`OK I understand...' starting to feel a little apprehensive as to what is
about to happen.

At that point dad pulled into the car park and turned the engine off.

As we walked towards the building I saw more men in robes going though the
door. I tried to see their faces but they were difficult to make out in the
dusk.

As we got in the building I saw grandad who smiled and waved. He was in his
early 70's, white hair and a bit hunched over in his gown.

I looked around the room and I did indeed recognise a few faces. I saw Mr
Roberts my English teacher, Mr Wright who owned the corner shop and he had
with him his son, Rich, who was 2 years older than me -- he had a robe on
meaning he must have been admitted. Vince, the barber dad and I used was
there too and I saw a couple of friends form school, who had their
fifteenth birthday's earlier in the year -- Will and Rory. They came over
to speak.

`Hey Jake' Will said `we can't wait for you to join, we have wanted to tell
you for months but our fathers forbade us'

`Oh wow' I replied `has it been good joining this group?'

`Yes!' said Rory `they have taught us so much and it is great being part of
a brotherhood'

`move along boys' my father said as he started to lead me down the
front. We walked past rows of chairs that were filling up, there had to be
about 50 people there, all wearing robes. I was the only one in the shirt
and trousers. As we approached the front I saw two seats next to grandad
who I assumed had saved them for us.

Father peter was already at the podium on the slightly raised stage. Next
to him was a chair that was covered in a sheet.. He saw me an smiled and
approached with a bit of paper in his hand.

`Good evening Jake, as you may know you need to choose some members of the
order to help with the ritual tonight to bring you into the ministry of
Adam.'

`you need one person to help with the disrobing, one for the throne ritual
preparation then three for the anointing ritual. I will then perform the
final act as a connection between you and Adam. If you could give me the
names of those you want to help then we can get them on the stage.'

I looked nervously around the room as people took their seats unsure who I
should pick for activities I had no idea what they involved.

I decided to go with people I knew, friendly faces just in case I got
nervous. I asked for grandad to help with he disrobing and Mr Roberts to
help with the throne. I then thought dad, Steve and my two friend Will
could help with the anointing before Father Peter finished the ceremony
off.

Father Peter had written all this down as I saw two men bring out a table
with various bowls on which contained some kind of liquid and put it next
to the covered throne.

Father Peter called the names I had selected up to the stage an asked for
everyone else to take a seat as the ceremony to admit a new brother was
about to begin.

To be continued...