Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2021 20:35:43 +0000 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Mark and the Priest - part 3 Mark and the Priest – Part 3 Gay, Incest, Brothers * * * * Mark was trying desperately not to sweat as he stood outside the door to Room 222. He had his hand on the handle when Charlie appeared beside him. He put his hand on top of Mark's and turned it. "Let's go in, Bud." Mark sat in the back so as not to disturb. He sat through a very short meeting where the club advisor told them about their next debate and the topics, which each member either volunteered for or was assigned. They were dismissed and Charlie came over to get Mark. "So, I thought we could go to the library and see what you have in that bag." "They're my books. You told me to bring them," Mark stated. "Yes, I did, but I think you're going to have to lighten up if I'm going to help you." "Help me with what?" Mark asked, clearly unaware of Charlie's intentions. "With your schoolwork, of course," Charlie said, stating the obvious. "But I didn't ask for your help," Mark said angrily. "What makes you think I want your help?" "Whoa, there big fella. I didn't mean to step on your toes. I just thought maybe if I saw what you're up against, I might be able to help you through some of the rough parts. That's all." Mark relaxed, visibly. He was so used to being self-sufficient that he hadn't known how to react to someone offering to help him. They found an empty table and sat down. Mark felt the need to explain, "I'm sorry. I'm not used to accepting help because no one's ever offered before." "Surely, your teachers..." Charlie began, but Mark shook his head. "Oh, I'm sorry. Well, let's see what we're dealing with here." Charlie removed Mark's books from his backpack and none of them intimidated him so that was a good start. "Okay! This is good news. I've had some form of all of these at some point in the last four years, so I can help, if you want me to, that is." "Where do we start?" Mark asked. That put a smile on Charlie's face which put one on Mark's. They dug in and after a few hours, they were well on their way to digging Mark out of the hole he'd dug for himself since the beginning of the year. Math, English, History, Social Studies, Spanish, they were all conquerable with a little extra effort. The two young men resolved to meet each day after school and work on one subject a day. Charlie promised to have Mark's grades up in no time and he did. Mark's teachers were impressed, but a little skeptical until he told them who he had been working with. That seemed to squelch any doubts they had. On one of their afternoon tutoring sessions, Mark asked Charlie a question that had been bothering him for some time now. "Why are you helping me, Charlie?" "What do you mean?" Charlie truly was perplexed by the query. "I mean, I'm not paying you, mainly because I can't, but why are you helping me?" "You mean the whole tutoring thing?" Mark nodded. "Promise you won't get mad?" "I'll try." "Remember that day in the park when I introduced myself to you?" Mark nodded again. "You were clearly there to help keep the park clean, but there was something so profoundly sad about you too. And there was the anger. I've never seen so much anger in one person in all my life. Maybe I've lived a sheltered life, but I've seen anger like that before. Yours was definitely the saddest anger I'd ever seen." Mark flew out of his chair. "So you're helping me out of pity?!" he whispered loudly. The Librarian "shshed" them. "No of course not. Now sit back down." Mark sat reluctantly. "See there's that anger again. Let's get out of here so I can explain and not get banned because of you." They gathered up his books and left. Once outside, Charlie sat down on a bench and motioned for Mark to join him. "I don't pity you at all. I saw an angry young man who needed a friend. I don't have many friends. I was hoping we could help each other out." "What do you mean?" Mark asked skeptically. "I mean I like you, Mark, despite your horrible temper and I was hoping we could be... friends." "Oh. I didn't know. Now I feel stupid because I overreacted." "You're not stupid, Mark, just hotheaded. Listen, why don't we go out tonight? Forget about studying for the day. Let's have some fun. What do you do for fun?" "Nothing that costs money, that's for sure." "Okay then. How about bowling?" "Have you ever been to a bowling alley, Charlie?" "Well, no, but I hear it's fun. Have you?" "Yeah, a long time ago." Mark was hesitant about where this was going. "My treat okay?" "Okay. Let's go. You got a car?" "In the student lot. Follow me." Mark didn't want to follow his new friend; if that was indeed what they were. He wanted to walk beside him, so he did. Charlie drove them to the bowling alley and they played a few games having fun despite the fact that they were both terrible. Afterwards, Charlie drove Mark home and tried not to let the horror show on his face. They pulled up to a rundown apartment building in a seedy part of town. They said "goodnight" and "see you tomorrow." But as Charlie pulled away from the curb, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his new friend. So he said a prayer for Mark and for his father. Charlie thought it might be better if they studied at his house instead of the library after the "incident." It was much more comfortable and there were snacks. They worked hard each day and managed to bring Mark's grades above passing. They also played hard. Each weekend they chose something different to try. There was archery, kickboxing, biking, hiking, fishing, which they both hated, and of course swimming. The McMannises had a pool in the backyard, so of course they would swim, race and swim some more, then relax in the sun afterwards. Mark would steal looks at Charlie when he thought he wasn't looking. Charlie knew but kept the information to himself. He liked Mark, but he also knew he was destined for something greater than human love. He was going to devote his life to the Church. He was going to be a priest. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" Mark asked him. "The future. You?" "You," he said with a chuckle. "Oh yeah? And?" "And I've decided that you're not a bad guy for a prude." "A what?" Charlie asked unable to believe what he'd just heard. "You heard me." Mark said as he smiled, keeping his eyes closed through the whole exchange. "What do you mean?" "You do realize that not once have you used the outdoor shower without your board shorts on. I know you wear a speedo in the pool at school and yet, here you keep covered up as if you're guarding the Holy Grail in there. What's up with that? Do you shower at school fully clothed too?" "Of course not. I just don't see the need to show off in front of you. Is that a crime?" "No, not a crime, just weird. But then again I guess not for a prude." "Stop calling me that!" Charlie said, now agitated. "Okay. I'll stop. Geez. Who knew you'd be so sensitive?" Mark added. He looked out of the side of his eye and could see that he'd gotten to Charlie. He smiled just a little, a devilish smile at that. "I think I'd better be going. Thanks for letting me come over today. I'll see you later." He let himself out as he usually did. Charlie was still fuming, so he took off his shorts and dove into the pool swam a few laps and got out. He walked over to the shower and for some reason, he got an erection and decided to take matters into his own hand. He rubbed one out, all the while thinking of what Mark might look like naked. Charlie waited a few days to call Mark. He needed time to forgive him and to stop having impure thoughts about him. Then they made plans to do something. Charlie wanted it to be on neutral ground, definitely not the swimming pool in his backyard. He asked Mark to meet him at the park. They met at their usual spot and began walking down the path. A few minutes in, they saw a couple of guys walk into the bushes. Mark wanted to follow. Charlie didn't. Mark won. He led Charlie into the woods and they stopped when they saw that the two men had stopped. The older one got down on his knees while the younger one undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Charlie tried to pull away, but Mark held onto his hand, not letting him. The one on his knees started to suck the other one's cock and Mark was fascinated. Charlie didn't want to admit it but he was too. They watched as the younger man watched them. When he came, the older man swallowed every last drop. Then he got up and went off in another direction. The younger one stood there for awhile playing with himself while the boys watched. Finally, Charlie was able to pull Mark away and get him back to the path. They didn't speak of it at first, but they both noticed that they each had hard-ons. "Can you believe that just happened?" "I don't want to talk about it, Mark." "Just as I thought... prude." Charlie stopped mid stride. Angrily he said, "Don't call me that. I hate it when you call me that!" "Calm down. I just thought it was hot watching the young guy get sucked off by the older one. That's all." Charlie refused to comment. In fact, he refused to talk all the way home from the park. When they got to Charlie's house, Mark tried again, "Listen, I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't what I wanted. See you tomorrow?" Charlie didn't respond. They got out of the car and Charlie went into the house. He had a lot to process and needed time to do it. Mark called and left messages, but it was a week before he heard back from Charlie. "Hello?" "Hi, Charlie. What have you been up to?" Mark asked as cheerfully as he knew how. "Not much. Want to get together?" "Name the place," Mark replied. "How about the bowling alley in about an hour?" "Meet ya there." They both hung up. An hour later, Mark saw Charlie walking in from the parking lot. "Hey, Speedo!" Mark yelled, hoping the old nickname would help to smooth things over. "Hey, Marky." Charlie replied. They played a game at a time and each did reasonably poorly despite their continuing efforts to improve. The most important thing was that they were having fun together, they always did. They were able to put that day behind them and move on. Then Charlie went away to school at the end of the summer. They tried to stay in touch but eventually drifted apart, as friends sometimes do when separated by great distances and even greater cultural divides. (to be continued in Part 4)