Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2020 07:46:07 +0000
From: Jeff Ennig <Jennigmata@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beautiful Burglar Boy - Chapter 11

Here continues the unfolding saga of Ollie the beautiful burglar boy.
Apologies for the sudden slowdown in my pace of writing. My bout of
writer's block has passed now. Hope you enjoy. Feedback welcome.


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Beautiful Burglar Boy - Ch. 11
By Jeff Ennig

Still somewhat dizzy from the epic round of cherry-popping I had performed
on Ollie's gorgeous ass, I sauntered slowly behind my young houseguest as
we went off to take a shower. I fixated hazily at the vision of Ollie's
teen ass, each firm cheek flexing as he slowly walked down the hallway, in
near disbelief at what had just transpired. This beautiful straight teen
boy who had come into my life less than a week prior, scavenging in my shop
like a rabid raccoon in search of food, had just given me the gift of his
virginity.

That first night, after I flipped on the lights to see his tight, firm buns
framed by those clinging basketball shorts, I knew I would have to do
everything I could to get to plunder that work of art. I smiled with
satisfaction as I watched my cum running down his leg, a sign that I had
achieved my goal in near-record time. Of course, it didn't hurt that the
kid turned out to be a really great person and a joy to be around. But at
that moment, all I could focus on was how happy I was that I got to
deflower the boy.

Reaching the raised curb of the walk-in shower, Ollie stopped and bent
slightly forward to turn on the overhead rain shower faucet. His bent
position afforded a better view of the dark crevice protecting the hole in
which my dick had just made its new home.

"Here, kiddo, allow me," I said as I walked up behind him, grabbed his left
hip with my left hand, docked my softened cock in that now-familiar
crevice, and leaned myself over his back to reach the faucet handles and
adjusted the heat slightly. I then folded my right arm over his smooth
lightly-muscled chest and bent him back upright as I planted a gentle kiss
on his left cheek. He relaxed and let his arms hang loosely at his sides,
letting out a soft moan that told me he was enjoying being held. We kept
this position for a few seconds while we waited for the water temperature
to be right.

Once I was satisfied with the temperature, I thrust my hips into his tight
butt and pulled slightly on his left hip as I stepped forward, pushing the
boy gently into the shower ahead of me. I continued holding on to his hip
and keeping my package nestled in the warmth of his crack as I positioned
us beneath the cascade of warm water. Reaching out to grab the soap with my
right hand, I kept hold of his left hip while I lightly nibbled on his left
earlobe.

As I began to soap up the boy's chest, I whispered in his left ear, my
softened cock still nestled against the warmth of his perky teen butt,
"You're the sexiest guy I've ever been inside of, kiddo. I'm so lucky you
chose me to be your first."

Ollie reached his left hand behind him to grab my lower back and keep me
pressed up against him, while with his right hand he reached up to meet my
hand as I soaped him up. He gently pushed my hand downward, through his
soft yet thick bush, to the base of his thick teen cock, then released my
hand to caress up my forearm and rest his hand near my elbow. Feeling that
he was already becoming hard again, thanks to that 18-year-old sex drive of
his, I began to lather up around his cock and balls, then placed the soap
back in its place and returned to his aroused package.

With the lather to lubricate, I slowly began to fondle the boy's heavy
balls and felt his thick 7-inch stiffening cock continue to grow. He moaned
softly again as he more firmly gripped my back to keep me docked behind him
as I continued to use my tongue to play with his left ear. I took my hand
up and down the length of that perfectly-proportioned teen cock, all the
way to the tip, around the head, and back to the base, slowly, sensually,
while I tongued his ear and kept my hips locked against his tight teen ass.

Now that this gorgeous boy was putty in my arms, I felt the sudden urge to
devour his perfect cock. I thrust him forward against the wall of the
shower, spun him around, got down on my knees, grabbed his hips on either
side, and shoved my face into his crotch. Water rushed down my face as I
began to hungrily tongue his nutsack, licking all over these intoxicating
factories of his maleness as I reached around behind him to caress and
knead his firm cheeks.

Ollie had his hands pressed against the wall, passively offering himself to
be devoured. As he became wild with passion, he reached a hand behind my
head to push me into him. I took one hand off his soccer jock butt, grabbed
him by the wrist, and confidently pulled his arm back against the wall,
holding it there for a few seconds as I continued working on his hanging
balls. Feeling sure I had established to him that he would not be taking
charge, I returned my hand to molesting his firm jock buns, and began
sucking one ball into my mouth, then alternating to the other and bouncing
it around with my tongue as I drove my teenage houseguest wild.

I released his nuts and licked slowly up the length of his shaft. Reaching
the tip, I teased around the sensitive surfaces of his bulging glans. I
brought one hand back around to the front and began fondling his balls
while I licked around the head like a lollipop, reaching my other hand
around to begin caressing his hard four-pack abs. As he began to leak
pre-cum, I took his head into my mouth, using my tongue to play with the
underside of his delicious cock, savoring his sweet taste.

Needing to make sure the boy's mind would continue associating pleasure
with having me inside of him, I took my hand from his balls and slid along
his perineum, into the warmth of his crack and toward his opening. My
middle finger reached his hole first. It felt slightly puffy, and there was
still some sticky cum oozing out. I pressed my finger gently to his
opening, patiently waiting for him to relax and allow me entrance to his
inner sanctum. As I continued to work my tongue on the top inches of his
stiff 7-inch cock, I finally felt Ollie relax back there, and I slowly but
firmly worked my finger into him. Probably still sore from having my cock
work over his anal cavity, the boy seemed to wince slightly as I digitally
penetrated him.

I began bobbing my head to halfway down his shaft, returning to leave only
the tip inside my mouth as I ran my tongue along the underside. With my
finger firmly embedded within him, the remaining lube and leftovers of my
earlier-deposited cum easing my motions, I felt for his well-abused
pleasure button. Finding my prize, I pressed back on it, then began
stroking back and forth over it as I moved my mouth up and down his
shaft. The boy was writhing and moaning now with pleasure, obediently
keeping his hands pressed against the shower wall.

I slowly inserted my index finger alongside my middle finger, enhancing the
stimulation of his prostate as I kept my mouth working on his sensitive
cock head, savoring the delights of this virile young jock's delectable
manhood in my mouth. As the water cascaded down his body, my free hand
roamed the surface of his smooth young abs and chest, occasionally giving
each nipple a quick pinch.

After a few minutes of driving Ollie wild with this routine, the boy began
moaning more loudly, bucking his hips forward to meet my mouth and then
pushing his tight ass back against my hand. I sped up my motions up and
down his cock with my mouth, teasing with my tongue, rubbing along his
prostate with my fingers, and pawing at his solid teen abs as he grew
louder and his moan hit that high-pitched squeal again.

I kept at it as he squealed out "Please don't stop!"

A smile went across my cock-stuffed face as I reached back around with my
free hand to grab at his ass, pressed my penetrating fingers against his
prostate, and pulled him to me as I dove down the length of his cock. I
swallowed hard as I felt his tip slide into my throat, then two more inches
of his length were enveloped by my throat muscles as I continued making
swallowing motions with my throat muscles to drive him wild. My nose
pressed into his soft, thick bush as he cried out.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! Ungh. Mmmm. Oooooohhhhh!" he panted and yelped out as his
teen balls churned out two more loads of baby-makers, rocketing down the
length of his shaft and blasting out of his tip and down my throat. I
swallowed it all and began slowly withdrawing his cock until just the tip
remained inside as he dribbled out one final load. I swirled the small bits
of that final load of teen cum around in my mouth, savoring the salty taste
of his essence. Taking him out of my mouth now, I gently licked around his
highly-sensitive tip as the water ran down my face, then ran my tongue down
his shaft to his tightened balls. My fingers drew slowly out of his
thoroughly used hole, and I wrapped my hands around his slim waist and
narrow hips, grabbed hold of him as I lifted myself up.

"That..." he panted breathlessly, "was amazing!"

I reached my head up to his, smiled at this beautiful boy whom I had so
thoroughly owned for the night, and forcefully kissed him, thrusting my
tongue into his mouth long enough for him to get a hint of a taste of his
own load. I released him from the kiss, wrapped my arms around his back and
hugged him to me.

He wrapped his arms back around me, and we pressed into each other from
head to toe, as I panted into his ear, "I'm glad you liked that, kiddo. I
had to thank you somehow for letting me inside your hot, sexy ass." I
reached one hand down to playfully slap one firm butt cheek as I said
this. "Now, how about we get cleaned up for real?"

He laughed heartily at that. "Yeah, I suppose we should."

We took turns sensually soaping each other up, rubbing and caressing all
over as we exchanged furtive glances and smiled at the other. As we rinsed
off, I pulled him back into a full body embrace, kissed the side of his
smooth, chiseled face, and whispered into his ear, "I can't wait until the
next time I get to be inside of you, kiddo."

"Yeah, I bet you can't wait, you dirty old man. You won't be able to get
enough of this ass."

"Hey! I'm not that old! But you're right, I don't think I'll ever get
enough of this," I said as I now grabbed both globes of taut muscled flesh
and squeezed. "Alright, let's get to bed now."

Ollie shut off the faucet, and as we stood at the end of the shower, we
reached for our towels and began to dry each other off. We casually and
methodically felt each other's bodies through the towels, moving slowly and
deliberately, smiling at each other in silence, simply enjoying the other's
presence.

My gorgeous teenage stray parted his athletic legs to allow me access to
dry more sensitive areas. Rubbing the towel gently down over his package, I
stroked past it, between his legs, back along his crack, and across the
tender hole he had trustingly offered up to me that evening. I cherished
the feel of his body through the towel, committing each moment of this
incredible evening to memory.

Once we were both thoroughly dry, Ollie carried our towels back to the
bedroom as he lithely strutted in front of me, again giving me a view of
the tight young soccer player's ass he had given me access to. He threw the
towels into the hamper as I was climbing into bed. Now moving with an
adult-like confidence in his stride, he walked tall back to the bed,
climbed in, and assumed his nightly position nestled in my arms, his
well-worn derriere cozily snuggled up to the softened version of its
newly-familiar invader.

"Hey Jeff?" Ollie whispered as we cuddled tightly together, slowly drifting
toward sleep.

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"When we're lying here like this, I feel like I should start calling you
something other than Jeff all the time. Would it be weird if I called you
'boss', like Jake does?"

"Yeah, I think that fits. Not like Jake has the rights to that one or
anything. Has a nice ring to it."

"Good. I think so too. Good night, boss."

I chuckled lightly, and whispered into his ear, "Good night, kiddo."

We both sighed a deep sigh of contentment at having further sealed the
strong bond between us, and quickly settled into a deep sleep as we pressed
our bodies together.

The next morning, I woke to the soothing sounds of my wakeup app, and found
the bed empty next to me. I rose with a raging morning hard-on, and made my
way to the bathroom to struggle to relieve my bladder in that state. Once I
finally maneuvered properly and began letting loose into the bowl, I heard
the door to the building hallway open, and then close again. I finished up
my business and made my way out toward the living room.

Across to the kitchen, I saw Ollie standing at the sink, filling a glass of
water. He was dressed in my favorite basketball shorts, and seemingly
nothing else. As I made my way into the kitchen, I saw he had his ratty
T-shirt hanging from the waistband, and his entire backside was drenched in
sweat. The shorts clung with incredible tightness along the crack between
the taut twin mounds of teen muscle. Bracing himself on the counter as he
panted and sweated, Ollie downed the water in a single gulp, went to fill
it up again, and turned his head toward me.

"Good morning, boss! Just went for a run. It's pretty hot out already."

My eyes bulged out of their sockets as I was momentarily tongue-tied at the
stunning sight before me. Even though I was now intimately familiar with
this soccer boy's spectacular ass, the sight of him standing there in those
basketball shorts, drenched in sweat, revealing every contour of his
muscled backside, still drove me completely wild. His strong, golden-tanned
back glistened with sweat as he looked back at me and smiled a sly smile.

"Sorry, boss, didn't mean to give a heart attack this early in the
morning. Looks like you're 'awake', I see."

He remained in his position leaned in to the counter as he shut off the
faucet, slowly drinking his second tall glass of water.

Finally gathering my wits about me, I walked up toward him, stark naked, my
morning erection restored and leading the way toward his sweat-drenched
backside.

"Yeah, you did just about give me a heart attack, kiddo. These shorts drive
me wild. Reminds me of when I first met you," I said as I came up behind
him, angling my hips forward as I nestled my hardness against the nylon
fabric of his shorts, and feeling the moisture of his sweat-soaked crack as
it radiated with heat.

"Well, they're good for running shorts, but not gonna lie, I also wore them
to tease you a little," he wryly remarked. Since he was facing the sink, I
couldn't see his expression, but I guessed he had a sly smile plastered on
that flawless, chiseled face of his.

I wrapped my hands around his waist and slowly ran along his hard, sweaty
abs, up to his lightly-muscled chest as I thrust up and down slightly along
the hot, sweaty, nylon-covered valley of his ass. I didn't pull him toward
me, instead letting him remain leaned slightly forward over the sink while
my hips were thrust forward into him.

"I really need to fuck you right now, right here," I stated,
matter-of-factly.

"Go ahead, boss. I'm ready for you."

Not saying a word, I lecherously grunted out a low, lustful grunt as I
reached my right hand around to grasp his right shoulder and hold him in
place, while with my left hand I reached for the nearest lube substitute,
my jar of clarified butter. I moved with rabid urgency as I scooped up a
big glob of the room-temperature butter, smeared it along the length of my
pulsing cock, then took one finger to pull the waistband of his basketball
shorts down below his tight, smooth globes of hard flesh, the other side of
the waistband remaining caught above his own ample package, and smeared the
rest of the butter along his crack. Without an ounce of foreplay, I shoved
one, then two, then three fingers inside his hairy, sweaty hole, smearing
as much of it inside him as I could.

It wasn't long before I removed my greased-up hand, grabbed hold of my
straining dick, aimed at his greased-up pucker, and shoved it slowly but
forcefully in to its new favorite home. I bottomed out inside of him in
less than five seconds, wiped my greasy hand off on the hairs of my thigh,
and reached up to grasp his other shoulder. I held myself inside him,
savoring the tight grip of his searing hot love tunnel as it grasped around
the invading cock like a velvety glove. Once I firmly held on to him, I
began to pull out two to three inches at a time before pushing back in to
slap my hips against his sweaty teen ass. I dug my fingers into his
shoulders as I established a rhythm of thrusting in and out of the
beautiful, sweaty boy.

The smell of his teenage male musk wafted into my nostrils as I banged in
and out of him, driving me even more wild with delirious passion. In a
desperate need to further dominate him, I took my still slightly greasy
left hand off his shoulder and reached up to grab a tuft of his soft brown
hair. Pulling on it, I tilted his head back toward me while still holding
the rest of him at the same angle with my right hand on his other muscular
shoulder. I continued grunting like an animal while Ollie moaned, his
knuckles turning white as he grasped the edge of the counter. I forcefully
slammed into his prostate again and again as I claimed his tight ass as
mine. He moaned over and over, but I wasn't interested in feeling down to
his crotch to see how into it he was. I was consumed with a selfish need to
take him.

Loud slapping sounds emanated throughout the room as my thighs and waist
slammed against his sweaty backside. Still pulling on his hair with my left
hand, my right hand migrated from his shoulder to around his throat. I
squeezed hard enough to restrict a little bloodflow, but gently enough to
not endanger this beautiful boy offering himself up to me. Continuing to
jam into his prostate with the hard tip of my invading penis, he moaned
more and more. Still smelling his teenage pheromones and hearing his moans,
my eyes rolled back in my head as I felt myself approaching the point of no
return.

I was in no mood for edging this morning. I sped up, jack-hammering into
him as he used his hands to shield his waist from slamming into the
countertop. The volume of obscene noises in the room grew louder and
louder, with slapping of skin, slurping of pistoning penetration, my
grunts, and his moans. I released his throat and hair, flung my hands down
to grasp his hips, pulled him back into me as I lunged into his tight hole,
and let loose a torrent of cum deep into his warm tunnel.

Ollie let out a final loud moan and shuddered, his sphincter muscles
tightening around the base of my cock, and I guessed that he must have had
his first hands-free prostate orgasm. I kept my tight grip on his hips,
keeping myself docked to him as long as I could. The boy arched his lower
back and leaned up, turning his head to search for mine. My deflating cock
still barely inside him, I leaned forward and bent my head toward his,
meeting his lips for a brief kiss. Finally, I felt myself flop out of his
backside as he leaned up to press his back into my chest.

I hugged around his chest to squeeze him to me, and panted into his ear,
"Holy crap, that was hot. Thanks for letting me ravage you like that,
kiddo."

He breathlessly laughed as he panted back to me, "Glad to be of service,
boss. I can't believe you made me cum like that."

"I gotta be honest, kiddo, your sexy ass drove me so wild in those shorts
that I didn't even pay attention to your needs. Glad it worked for you
anyway."

"Yeah, it sure as heck did."

"Good. Join me in the shower?"

"You're on, boss."

He turned around and walked past me, the waistband of his shorts still
hanging askew, covering his front and exposing his glorious rear. As he
passed by, I saw a sticky mess at the front of his shorts. I followed along
behind him as he went, my eyes fixed to that perfect ass I had practically
just raped over my kitchen sink. Once again, I felt a wave of satisfaction
as I noticed a little trickle of my cum dribbling down the inside of his
muscular thigh.

We took a short, sensual shower together, dried each other off quickly,
went into the bedroom to throw on our sweats and made our way bare-chested
back out into the kitchen.

Ollie went to work making the coffee and then went out to the dining room
to set the table, while I began to throw together some breakfast. Tom and
Jerry soon emerged from hiding, preferring to avoid the commotion of
earlier. They looked up at me and meowed expectantly as they scurried into
the kitchen and rubbed up against my ankles.

"Good morning, boys. I'll get your breakfast in a sec."

Of course, they didn't understand me, so they kept attacking my ankles with
their manipulative cuteness, impatiently waiting for their meals. I wrapped
up on the people-food and threw together their breakfast, setting the
dishes side-by-side on the floor.

"There they are!" Ollie said excitedly as he returned to the kitchen to
grab the coffee. "I hadn't seen them since yesterday afternoon. I figured
they were hiding somewhere."

"I'm pretty sure they were just out on the porch in plain sight. You didn't
notice because I've been keeping you distracted for the past several
hours."

"That's an understatement. Is it weird that I still feel a little empty
'back there' right now?"

"Nope, pretty normal. I'd like to think I worked you over pretty good,
kiddo," I said as I playfully slapped his cute little butt and carried the
food into the dining room.

"That's for sure, boss. I'm just lucky I'm not walking funny," he chuckled
as he carried the coffee and followed behind me.

"Are you sore at all?" I asked as I turned and sat down by the table.

"Not really. That butter sure seemed to do the trick."

"Yeah, that was actually a first for me. I wasn't sure how well it would
work."

We both erupted into a laughing fit, unable to begin eating until our
giggles had subsided.

"Was I the first boy you had your way with in the kitchen?" he asked
between laughs as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Hmm, that's a good question. Yeah, I think so. Although there was that one
time Wyatt pounded away in me as he bent me over the other counter."

"Wait, Wyatt?"

"Oh, oops. Didn't mean to say that," I said sheepishly, embarrassed that I
had just accidentally gossiped about Wyatt. "Oh well, he's not shy. I know
you won't spread that beyond anyone you already know likes to mess around
with me. Wyatt and I have a similar dynamic to me and Jake."

"Jeez, boss, you're kind of a dog!" Ollie chuckled out.

"What can I say, there's been a number of great young men who I've been
blessed with having in my life. Many I've had the opportunity to help out
here and there, and they all seem to like to return the favor by treating
me to a roll in the hay."

"Makes sense to me, boss. It's actually nice to know I'm in good company."

Looking up to stare into his eyes as I spoke, I responded, "That you
are. But I mean it when I say, Oliver, you're a pretty special guy to
me. My heart is full with gratitude that you broke into my shop last
weekend and ransacked the place."

"Thanks, boss. I can do it again if you'd like," he said with a wry smile
and a twinkle in his eye.

"No, no. No need for that. Hopefully we've got you all squared away now to
where you're on the road to being able to provide for yourself by honest
means."

"Thanks to you, I am."

"You don't need to thank me. Honestly, it really is good for me to have you
around. You're fun, you have an infectious laugh, the kittens love you, you
inspire me to keep active and keep me young, you work hard, you do the
dishes, and of course there's the mind-blowing fringe benefits."

"Yeah, I am pretty hot, huh?"

"Don't let it go to your head, but yes. Extremely. For the record, your
lack of cockiness about it actually makes you more attractive, so please
keep that in mind."

"Roger that. But chicks like confidence."

"That they do, my young friend, that they do. Confidence works for every
guy. But only certain guys can pull off the whole cocky thing. Jake, for
instance. That little shit acts like he's God's gift to women, and yet it
works. But I recommend you stick with your confident but sweet shtick. It
works for you. It sure worked on me!"

"You certainly demonstrated that this morning! And I guess you're right. I
wasn't exactly a player with the ladies, before, you know, all that stuff
happened. But I did pretty well."

"And you will do well with the ladies again, trust me. You're graduated
now, you're 18, you've got a job with a boss who rides your ass hard but
treats you right. When you're ready to, you can put all of last year behind
you, because you've got a great future ahead of you."

It may have seemed strange to a fly on the wall that here I was talking
girls with Ollie, less than an hour after I had fiercely plundered his teen
jock ass over the kitchen sink. But if there's one thing I'd learned over
the years with the young guys I've mentored who ended up willing giving
themselves to me, it's that it was critical to talk about chicks the
morning after our first time together. If their straight little brains
drifted into "what does this make me?" territory, then game over. Way too
complicated. They needed to stay in the "it's just Jeff, and we have a
unique bond that I'm not going to overthink" zone.

Twice now, this brooding self-doubt crap from new conquests had ruined my
potential for repeated ongoing access to some fine specimens of youth, and
I wasn't about to let that happen to the single greatest specimen I had
ever had the pleasure of deflowering, the model-quality teenage boy sitting
across from me right then. I wanted desperately to care for him and help
him in every way I could in life, but I also selfishly wanted to maintain
my access to his glorious ass now that he'd freely given it to me.

"I really do feel like I'm going to be okay now. I can't say enough to you
how grateful I am for your understanding toward me, Jeff."

I smiled softly at him and nodded in acknowledgment.

"One question though, if I get a girlfriend again, do you think we can keep
messing around?"

Touchdown! My heart leapt for joy at hearing this, telling me his mind was
exactly where I wanted it to be in that moment. I tried not to give away
how ecstatic I was to hear him talk this way. "Well, kiddo, it kind of
depends on her. If it's a relationship worth pursuing, you've gotta be
honest with her. But yeah, there have been a few guys whose women have been
open to letting them maintain their occasional side thing with me."

"Good. I thought a lot about our 'thing' on my run this morning. I can say
for certain this isn't something I'm going to want to stop anytime soon. I
guess it just makes me feel safe and loved when you're inside me. I really
like being close to you like that."

"So do I, kiddo. I'm glad to hear you say that. So now that we're done
making arrangements for future sessions of me passionately screwing the hot
teenage boy who currently shares my bed, let's get this table cleared so I
can start getting for church."

Ollie nearly snorted out the last sip of his coffee as I said this,
laughing at my attempt at humor. We got up and started off for the kitchen,
dishes in hand.

"Mind if I come with you, boss?"

"Of course not, kiddo. You'd be welcome to come along. Hope you've been to
a Catholic church before, otherwise it takes a little getting used to."

"Yeah, actually my family used to go to mass once in a while. My mom and
dad were both determined to have me confirmed, I guess just because they
thought their dead Catholic mothers would've wanted that for their
grandkids. They even had the priest set up a special confirmation for
Ethan, too. But once we both were done with that, we all kind of just faded
away from going to church. Nothing bad happened, we just kind of stopped. I
remember not minding it all that much. It was sure better than the weird
Baptist-type church my grandpa forced my mom and Ethan and I to go to."

While mentioning his mom and Ethan, I saw him begin to tear up, freezing in
place as he bravely tried to hold it back. I set my dishes next to the
sink, took the dishes from his hands and set them down, then wrapped him in
my arms.

"Let it out, kiddo. You don't have to pretend around me. I know it hurts
like hell."

He burst into tears, convulsing with sorrow as he held onto me. His knees
seemed to buckle a bit, so I held onto him more tightly with one arm, while
I rubbed up and down his back with my other.

"It's okay, Oliver. Let it out. I'm here, kiddo. I'm here."

He was a sobbing mess in my arms for several minutes as we stood with our
bare chests pressed together, my hand softly caressing up and down his
strong back. Finally gathering himself again, he stood up straight, still
holding onto me, with his face buried in my shoulder.

"Thanks, Jeff. I guess I'd been holding that in the whole time. I've been
so numb about it the last few weeks, ever since it happened. I really miss
them. I wish you could have known them."

"So do I, kiddo. Someday maybe you can tell me some stories about them. Now
we just have to pray they're in a better place, waiting on you."

"I like the sound of that."

"Good. But on a different note, can I ask... is this the same angry drunk
grandpa that also dragged y'all down to the Baptist church?"

"Yup, one and the same."

"Uh huh. Ever heard the joke about the liquor store?"

"No...?"

"Ok, here goes. Jews don't recognize Jesus. Lutherans don't recognize the
Pope. And Baptists don't recognize each other in the liquor store."

That got him rolling with laughter. "It feels good to laugh a little at
that jerk's expense. Thanks, I needed that."

"Anytime, kiddo. Now we better get dressed. If I'm late again to the
mini-rehearsal before mass, Brother Juniper might make me say 10 Hail Marys
in front of everyone or something."

"Sounds harsh! Who's Brother Juniper?"

"Just the choir director. He wouldn't really do that. Not a mean bone in
that goofball's body. All the same, I don't like to disappoint him. He's a
very sweet old geezer."

"Strange name."

"Monks just plain are strange. In the stories of St. Francis and his posse,
the original Br. Juniper was quite the oddball among oddballs. Easy to see
why this Br. Juniper had that name chosen for him. Careful, or I might have
you recruited into the choir before you know it."

"Well, I don't know if singing is my thing, but I'll be happy to sit in the
church and listen to you guys sing."

We hurriedly got dressed and walked outside into the warm summer
morning. As we walked side-by-side, I took my hand to his lower back and
possessively guided Ollie along as we made our way down the street to
church. I merrily strutted along as I felt like I was showing him off to
the town.

TO BE CONTINUED...