Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2007 16:26:06 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE VICAR OF BLANCHARD - PART 3

THE VICAR OF BLANCHARD -- PART 3

PART THIRTEEN

Knowing Michael had, to a degree, been teasing me, I
decided to tease him a little, so I ended my explanation
with saying "Blow and suck mean the same thing."  As I
had done, he recognized I was now teasing him.

"Morgan, you're teasing me.  They're have opposite
meanings."

"Except in the context I think you asking me about.  When
one male blows or sucks another male's penis the two
words mean the same thing."

You've already guessed, I'm sure, that he wanted to try it.
Whether it was suck or blow, it was, at this moment, a
new sex act to be explored as far as Michael was
concerned.  As I had guessed, he'd heard the word when
eavesdropping on a conversation between two, older
boys talking and one told the other that a friend had told
him he'd gotten a blowjob the day before.

I decided I'd go first, so I told him, "Get naked and get in
bed while I lock the doors."  He was erect when I walked
into the bedroom -- totally erect - beautifully erect.  And I
took a long look at it because my previous looks had been
brief ones. His cock head was large for the size of his
shaft and its rim was prominent and defined.

His eyes were closed, so I kissed the lids, each side of his
nose and each side of his throat before moving down to
his torso where I kissed each nipple, his navel and the tip
of his penis before taking it in my mouth for both his and
my first venture into in oral sex.

As always, it didn't last long.  We were both too horny and
there seemed to be no improvement on this score.  When
he climaxed he raised his lower torso a foot off the bed
and screamed.  I'd really gotten to him this time and it
seemed to exhaust him as he was both quiet and
motionless for a few minutes until he said, "Morgan, give
me a minute and I'll blow you."

"I think you better wait until bedtime, Michael; right now I
have to strip off the bottom sheet and wash it.  I made a
sticky mess on it."

The friend from school that Michael was bringing home
after school, and who's house he was visiting, started
riding his bike to school and leaving it in my garage until
school was out, then with Michael using my bike, he
taught Michael how to ride.  That led to my buying
Michael a bike of his own so all three of us could ride
together on Saturday mornings or Sunday afternoons.

Too, Michael became interested in my computer so I
taught him how to use it.  His main use was for homework
and sending e-mails to his school friend.

PART FOURTEEN

Our biggest adventures however, began when Michael,
his friend, who's name by the way is Roger, and I
explored Hadrian's Wall, including one of the still intact
fortresses -- now made into a museum.  The most exciting
part of the afternoon was walking along the top of the
wall, up and down the hills it traversed.  So you can
picture it, a deep ditch was dug on the Scottish side and
the dirt from the ditch was piled on the English side to
form a mound on which the wall was built, actually two
walls eight or ten feet apart that were filled with earth and
that is where the Roman soldiers moved about and fought
the "harry men of the north" as they tried to climb out of
the ditch.  The most fascinating aspect to me was that the
Scottish side of the wall is still a lonely, barren
countryside; little changed from the days the wall was
built.

Our second and third Saturday adventures were to
Durham to visit the Durham Cathedral, built on a plateau
high above the River Went.  I cannot adequately describe
it with words, but I will do the best I can.

Apart from the enormous size and architectural beauty of
the building and its stained glass windows, I was
impressed with its history.  Behind the main alter, in the
Chapel of the Nine Altars, is the tomb of St. Cuthbert, who
was consecrated Bishop of Lindisfarne in 685 AD.  His
body was removed from its place of burial 200 years later
by monks who, fearing Norse raiders would desecrate his
body, carried his casket thorough out northern England,
constantly on the move, for 100 years, or until 995 AD,
when they finally decided to bury him again in what is now
Durham and started building the cathedral.  Cuthbert's
tomb became a center of pilgrimage for Kings and
Prelates as well as common folk.

In addition to St. Cuthbert and in back of the nave, in the
Galilee Chapel is buried the remains of St. Bede, also
called the Venerable Bede, who died in 735 AD and
who's body was moved to Durham Cathedral in 1022 AD.
Suffice it to say, his forgotten, unheralded achievement
was that he was the first person to reduce the English
language to written words. I think he should be better
remembered than he is.

The interior of Hexam Cathedral, by contract, was more
interesting than inspiring.  The nave looked unfinished as
it had only one side isle instead of two.  The front portion
of the nave, beyond the transept was longer than the rear
portion where the parishioners sat.  It would have been
impossible to watch Mass being celebrated. I guess it was
in the days when the Church felt your mere physical
presence was sufficient.

The first floor of one transept housed a gift shop.  Above it
was evidently, in the early history of the Cathedral,
Monk's quarters.  The stone stairs, leading down from the
Monk's quarters to the ground floor were hollowed out
because of the usage they'd received.  The Monks were
of a religious order that required they leave their quarters
every hour, day and night, to come into the Cathedral to
chant prayers.

Back to Durham, because I forgot to tell you something
that both Michael and Roger found the most interesting.
The main entrance to the Cathedral was not at the rear of
the nave but on the north side and entered immediately
into the Cathedral proper. It was a huge, wooden door
with a Lion's head in the center of a ring shaped knocker.
In the early centuries a criminal was safe from
prosecution by the law, if when being pursued, held the
knocker before the law arrived. A priest was on duty at all
times to respond and the criminal's safety was assured
for as long as he remained in the Cathedral.

Sorry this tour guide of northern Britain has taken so long,
but I am enthralled with the history of my adopted county.
I hope you found it interesting.

PART FIFTEEN

The first wake up call that Christmas was near came in
November with the arrival of a package from Nana.  I
knew what it was without opening it but I quickly ripped
the wrappings off anyway.  I knew because she mailed
the same package to my parents and my uncles every
November to avoid the Christmas rush.  It was a large,
Plum Pudding for Christmas dinner. It arrived on Friday
and Maggie and I both had a good sniff of it.  Maggie
asked how my grandmother made it because it smelled
so good.  I told her I didn't know even tough I'd watched
her making it.  All I knew was it had suet and everything
else in it except Plums plus the fact that it was a year old
and Nana had unwrapped it once a month and poured
Brandy over it.

It was so large; Maggie suggested I invite James Killian
and his wife plus my friend George and his wife to
Christmas dinner.  I told her that was a good idea and to
include both her and her husband on that list.

The next holiday event, new to me being a newcomer,
was when James Killian called asking if I'd be one of the
chaperones at the school's Christmas Social on Friday
evening of next week and bring a desert. That phone call
necessitated a trip to Hexham to get Michael a pair of
dress pants to go with his jacket. He spotted a Christmas
red shirt he wanted, so we bought that, too.  As usual we
returned via Consett for fish and chips and stopped at the
place above the dam at the east end of Derwent
Reservoir.

We'd left Blanchard early afternoon and it was now
almost dark.  We sucked face a while, which is difficult to
do in a Mini Cooper -- anything except to sit and drive is
difficult in a Mini.  Then we stepped out beside the car,
Michael unzipped my pants and pulled out my already
hardening cock and swallowed it.  He was really into oral
sex and was very good at it -- always jacking off as he
sucked cock.  Luckily it was cool -- not bitterly cold.  But, I
don't think we noticed at the time what the weather was
like.

We stayed for a while, holding hands, kissing and Michael
leaning his head on my shoulder.  Back home, we put on
our bathrobes and watched the Television for a while and
cuddled.  Cuddling had became a favorite, evening
pastime ever since Michael had knocked at my door, ate
Spaghetti, sat beside me on the sofa, began to cry and I
had pulled him over next to me.

Around 9 o'clock we went to bed and fell asleep, secure
in our love for each other and knowing that one or the
other would instigate something before morning.

It turned out I was to be a guard at one of the exit doors at
the school social. Every door had a guard.  James told us
the boys could leave and come back in, but we should
inform them not to leave the school grounds.  Girls,
however, could leave under no circumstances -- alone, in
groups and especially with boys.  Another adult relived
me in time to eat.  I didn't get any of Maggie's Chocolate
Cake.  Michael later told me it was the first to disappear.

I was glad the Vicarage was just across the street.  Even
then we were chilled to the bone by the time we made it
home. I turned up the gas log in the fireplace, we got into
our pajamas and bathrobes and sat on the sofa, in front of
the fire but it seemed I just couldn't warm up, so I asked
Michael if he would mind if I had a Brandy, then went to
the dining room, got a brandy snifter out of a cupboard
with glass doors and the Brandy from the cabinet below.

Michael wanted a taste and I let him have one, thinking
he wouldn't like it -- the same as he hadn't liked
Newcastle Brown Ale and Grant's Scotch, which he'd
tasted before.

He asked if he could have a Brandy and Soda, which I'd
also let him taste once.  I poured him one and when we'd
finished our drinks and warmed up somewhat, he asked if
I wanted another one.  I answered, "As soon as this
Television program ends."  He volunteered to go fix it and
he also fixed another one for himself.

After we'd finished those, he snuggled up and asked,
"Morgan, will you fuck me when we go to bed?"

That was a bomb I never expected, and needed no time
to think about before I replied, "No I'd hurt you."

"Please!"

"No and I'm the boss."

"I know you are Morgan and you are my lover, my
sweetheart and the only person that ever loved me or that
I ever loved."

"And I would still hurt you and I don't want to rush off the
hospital in Hexham and explain to a doctor why you're
bleeding at your rectum."

Then he dropped the second bomb, an even bigger one,
"I've been fucked before."

I could think of only one response, "Jesus Christ who did
that to you?"  I was thinking maybe some older boy at
school, and was shocked when he said, "Some of my
mother's clients."

PART SIXTEEN

"Did your mother know?"

"Sure she knew, they paid her money to do it. She also let
me drink Gin and get drunk, and write an excuse to the
school that I was sick, so that I'd relax and not feel it as
much because some of them were not nice men."

"And how many times did this happen."

"Four -- all within the past year."

"And you liked it?"

"No, it was just sex, sex paid for at that."

"And why do you want me to do it."

"Morgan, I'm nearly thirteen now.  I know I'm still a boy,
but I know the difference between sex and love."

"I still think I'd hurt you."

"Not if you took it easy."

"You're correct, there is a difference between sex and
love but both are a sin between a man and a woman,
except if they are married to each other.  That night you
came to my door, I never dreamed we'd have a sexual
relationship.  Masturbation and oral sex between us has
disturbed me; I don't know if I could go any further, I
honestly don't."

"And between two males, it's always a sin.  You know
more than I'll ever know about God and what he wants us
to do but I remember what you said that Sunday at the
Lead mine about all they told you at the seminary not
taking into account the real world.  All I know about it is
what I feel in my heart. Is God vengeful and unforgiving,
or is he kind and forgiving?  I also feel in my heart that if
two males love each other it's natural that they find
physical expression of their love as well as verbal."

"Michael, you are wise beyond your years with thoughts
that most boys never entertain.  You sound like me."

"Morgan, if I really disturb you because with what we're
doing, I'll leave in the morning.  I have the clothes I came
in as I put them in the bureau drawers you told me to
keep my stuff in."

I suddenly realized two things -- Michael wasn't
threatening me, he was just stating a fact that revealed
his concern and love.  Too, I realized now what caused
the anger he had felt against his mother that inspired my
sermon on forgiveness.  And, at this moment, it was
difficult for me not to hate her.

The result was that, as he had done that night he
appeared at my door and cried as we talked, while sitting
on the sofa and I pulled him close to me -- it was my turn
to cry.  My tears were because I'd sinned, not only
against the Lord but against Michael as well.  I couldn't let
him walk out of our lives for both his sake and mine.  I
would write to the Bishop and ask that I be relieved of my
vows and resign as Vicar of Blanchard.  My duty was as
much to Michael as it was to God.

	"Michael, I don't want you to leave. Tomorrow night,
we'll fuck if you will wait that long."  As it turned out he
couldn't.

We slept together naked, and cuddled up tangled
together by our legs.  In the morning, he asked if I had to
pee.  I did and he followed me to the bathroom and we
urinated at the same time.  It resulted in our both erecting.
We returned to bed, he hugged me, kissed me and made
me ever harder.  Then, with me on my back he straddled
me, took hold of my erection and guided it into his anus.
It felt wonderful in there as he slowly lowered his body on
it and then raised it again to start the cycle anew. His
boyhood had lost its hardness.  When I climaxed he must
have felt it, too, as he bend down and kissed me on the
mouth, and masturbated his cock to hardness followed by
climaxing all over my stomach with such force that it shot
clear up to my breast bone.  Then he collapsed atop me
and said, "That was so great. I feel as though we just
consummated our love."

Two days before Christmas, Michael, in care of me,
received a package at the post office that was so big I
had to return home for the Mini.  It was a computer from
my grandparents, my dad and my uncles Bert and James.

I made him wait until Christmas to open it.  The box gave
it away as to its contents -- a new computer.  He was
ecstatic but I made him wait anyway.  My present
consisted of Christmas Cards with checks enclosed form
my grandparents, dad and my uncles. Then, too, they all
phoned on Christmas Day.

The dinner was a huge success.  Maggie thought one
goose wouldn't be enough so she roasted the goose and
two chickens.  Everyone stayed for two hours after dinner
and chatted.  It was a real Christmas.

On January 2nd. A local solicitor called and asked if both
Michael and I could come to his office.  I asked him the
reason and he said he'd explain when we got there.
Michael was still on holiday and he knew where the
Solicitor's office was located -- above the grocery store.
Another Solicitor in London had contacted him on behalf
of Michael's mother.  He informed us that Michael's
mother would not be returning to Blanchard and she had
deeded the cottage to Michael and he had papers to sign
in his presence as well as that of a witness.

I asked Michael what he wanted to do with it and he
replied that he wanted to sell it.  It was clean but some
items needed clearing out, pots and pans, dishes, etc.
and asked if we could hire someone to remove them, as
he never wanted to return to even do that.

Surprisingly it sold quickly.  A couple from London bought
it for a summer cottage.

The same solicitor then arranged for a Barrister to appear
in court with us and as a result of the proceedings I
became Michael's legal guardian.

To close on a lighter note a belated gift turned out to be
the best Christmas present of all as the Bishop had to pay
for it. A leak developed in the bathroom and a plumber
fixed it, installed some new piping plus a new hot water
heater and we were finally rid of the tiny heater on the
showerhead.

THIS ENDS THE STORY.  I HOPE THOUSE OF YOU
WHO READ IT ENJOYED IT. JOSEPH FARRIN