Andrew's Father, Part V ( The final saga)

When I asked why Cindy called (for I thought it was rather unusual for her to phone me) my Mom said that she didn’t exactly know why, but that it had something to do with Catholic Charities. She added that Cindy had recently been appointed by Bishop Shannon to head up the organization for a two year term in the Quad Cities area (Bettendorf & Davenport Iowa/Moline & Rock Island, Illinois--all cities located within 20 miles of each other).

I didn’t think it was any big deal at the time because she and my brother, Kevin were big social climbers in the Catholic Church. Cindy came from a rather large Catholic family too and she and my brother were always doing something for the church to please both sides of their family. Not only that, but my brother Kevin had his sights set on becoming President of the Catholic League one day for the entire Quad Cities area.

Anyway, I hit the bathroom, stripped down and took a quick shower. I hopped out, toweled myself off, blow-dried my hair, rolled on some deodorant, shaved off what little whiskers I had growing under my chin and splashed some after-shave on. I hit my closet and put on some gray slacks, white button down Polo shirt, conservative red & gold tie and navy blue sports coat. I had a few minutes left over so I picked up the phone and called Andrew’s father. After the fourth ring, his answering machine picked up like it usually did when he wasn’t home. I was kind of glad that I didn’t have to talk to him cause I was in a hurry, but I wanted him to know I had called and would try to phone him the next day. I wished him a happy New Year and hung up.

When I went downstairs, my Mom was just about finished getting ready, my two sisters were waiting for us in the kitchen and my little brother was still running around the house all pissed-off looking for his dress shoes. Well, I knew exactly where he had placed them last--in the hall closet behind the vacuums cleaner just after we came back from church on Christmas Day.

When my Mom finally walked into the kitchen, we could hear my little brother still screaming & yelling his head off that he guess he couldn’t go to the party because someone stole his shoes. I laughed, winked at my Mom & sisters, and yelled out, “Try looking in the closet behind the vacuum cleaner where I told you not to put them when we walked in the door after church on Christmas.”

Immediately there was dead silence and within 30 seconds or so my little brother popped into the kitchen and said, “OK. I’m ready now,” as if it were no big deal and he knew all along where they were.

My Mom handed me the keys to her car and we exited the kitchen door and entered the garage. Just as we all got settled in the car and I started it up after popping the garage door open, my Mom looked over at me and said, “Honey, I hope you don’t get too tired tonight; you got up so early today.”

I didn’t want my Mom to think I was too tuckered out to enjoy myself so I informed her that I took almost a three hour nap over at my friend Terry’s house after we played basketball at the YMCA. I had known Terry since kindergarten and Andrew and I often shot hoops and played touch football with him. Therefore, I didn’t think a ittle white-lie would hurt.

My Mom smiled politely and replied, “ That’s good honey--I was kind of worried about you--you know you need your sleep--especially since you’re always on the go.”

I thought if she only knew how much I had been on the go for the past few days like having hot-steamy sex and getting fucked by Andrew’s Father and then a priest. I could still feel the protrusion in my hole from the wonderful morning ass fucking I received from Father Williams.

But instead I just said, “Well I feel great. I’m really looking forward to seeing everyone tonight.”

When we arrived at my uncle’s house about 10 minutes later, the party was just getting started. About 20 people had already arrived as some of my older cousins were setting up the bar and serving drinks to the adults. I walked in the kitchen and said hello to some of my aunts who were cooking a huge dinner for everyone. Normally we served corned beef hash, cabbage and black eye peas for New Year’s.

I then said hello to the rest of my aunts, uncles and cousins who were standing around socializing. My great Aunt Hazel came up, gave me a kiss on my cheek and announced to everyone that I was the most handsome young man in all the Quad Cities. It was no secret I was her favorite and she often had a way of embarrassing me in front of everyone.

A few minutes later, Fathers O’Toole and McDonald, two long time priests my father and uncles drank with down at the Knight Of Columbus bar, arrived. They were regulars at our New Year’s parties especially since my Dad and uncle always stocked the bar with “Bushmills” original Irish whisky just for them.

Within an hour or so, the party had swelled from about 20 people to almost 45 with people still straggling in the door. I said hello to my oldest brother Jack and his wife April along with their friends from out of town, Dennis & Christina.

Jack mentioned to us as we stood around chatting that our other brother, Kevin, and his wife, Cindy, would be along shortly for they had to stop and pick someone up they were bringing to the party.

About 20 minutes later, just as my aunts began to set up the buffet, I was chatting with two of my older female cousins, Emily & Candice. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I got the shock of my life. Coming through the front door were Kevin & Cindy along with their guest. And their guest just happened to be none other than Father Williams. He was dressed in his standard priest’s garb exactly like I thought he would be wearing.

I almost shit in my pants as one of my cousins took their coats and Kevin & Cindy began introducing him to the gang. It was obvious the minute Father Williams walked into the crowd that he was going to be the hit of the party. My relatives began flocking up to him introducing themselves I guess because they had never seen a priest with so much charisma, charm and was so damn good looking all at the same time.

I knew it was only a matter of time before they spotted me. So I told myself not to panic like I did that morning when the food server saw me in bed without my clothes on. I mean it wasn’t like he was going to tell Kevin & Cindy that I liked taking my clothes off in front of him and then riding his cock. So I tried playing it real kewl in front of my female cousins as if nothing had happened and told them what I knew about Andrew’s trip out to California for the next 15 minutes or so.

As soon as Kevin, Cindy and Father Williams approached the bar, all the blood rushed out of my face and my knees began to buckle. I needed to duck and hide at that point.

I quickly excused myself from my two cousins and went into the bathroom. I leaned on the counter for about ten minutes mediating. Then I took about five long deep breaths. I just wanted to stay in there and crawl up behind the toilet and hide. But I knew that wasn’t a realistic option. I paced the floor back and forth for another five minutes or so, took two more long deep breaths and finally opened the door.

When I stepped out into the hall, one of my male cousins, Tim, just happened to be passing by. He said rather hurriedly, “Hey Robby, Kevin & Cindy are looking for you,” as he dashed down the hall and into his bedroom for a minute.

“This is it,” I said to myself. “Stay cool & calm cause they want to introduce Father Williams to me.”

I walked into the living room which by now was wall to wall people. I couldn’t spot my Brother, Cindy or Father Williams. Evidentially they had disappeared into the crowd. I quickly asked my cousin, Steve who was bartending if he would spike my coke with vodka. Sure enough like the good cousin he had always been to me, he poured me about two shots when no one was looking and I chugged it right down.

I wiped my mouth with my arm as I spotted them over in the far corner of the living room talking to two of my uncles and three of my aunts. I figured it would be better if Father Williams saw me walking towards him so he could prepare rather than just getting a sudden reaction like if Kevin & Cindy walked him up to me and then I suddenly turned around and shocked the hell out of him.

I yelled out to Kevin as they stood around in a circle chatting. Suddenly the circle of people broke and looked to see who was calling out Kevin’s name for a moment. Sure enough they all saw me including Father Williams as I stopped for just a seconds to say hello to one of my Aunts who was talking to some other relatives in another circle. I figured Father Williams needed a second or so to think about what was happening before I walked up to them.

When I finally approached their group, Father Williams played it real cool as if he had never seen me before. My sister-in-law said in a very perky upbeat tone, “Oh Robby, you’re just the person we’ve been looking for --I tried to call you earlier today cause I wanted to talk to you about Catholic Charities--Your Mom may have already told you that I have been appointed director by Bishop Shannon and I am going to need a lot of help this coming year. This is Father Williams, Robby--he’s is on temporary loan to us from the Des Moines Diocese. I want you two to get together and come up with a plan to get CYO involved in fundraising this year--I’m hoping they can raise twenty-five thousand dollars for us in the Quad Cities area.”

I shook Father Williams hand as if we were just meeting for the first time. Cindy & my brother then bragged on me and told everyone about the time I coordinated the CYO field trip for some 200 kids to Chicago. Father Williams replied in a very formal matter-of-fact tone in front of the group, “Well I’m sure Robby here can be of great
help to me since he’s been in CYO.”

My Aunt Rosie then looked me over from head to toe as I stood there with my hands behind my back and paid me a flattering, but totally embarrassing comment in front of everyone when she declared, “ My Robby, you look so very handsome tonight all dressed your in your sports coat and tie. I bet you turn a lot of girls heads at school.”

Needless to say my face turned red as I stood there with my hands behind my back and lifted myself up & down using my toes. I wanted to say, “ Well thanks Aunt Rosie for the kind compliment, but I would much rather turn a few guys heads instead--especially ones with big cocks and want to fuck me like Father Williams here.”

Then Kevin who was known as the maverick and business minded person in our family said, “Robby, let me tell you the best way to go about this. You and Father Williams need to meet one day in the next couple of weeks--like on a Saturday, say over lunch, like say at Denny’s, and brainstorm some ideas. Write these ideas down and then the three of you (meaning me, Father Williams and Cindy) get together and come up with a plan. I mean it may take you and Father Williams two or three meetings before you get down exactly what you want to do, but the point is to come up with some good sound ideas that you can then formulate into an action plan.”

Of course I agreed with my older brother for what the hell else could I say or do in front of everyone. I mean doing work for the Catholic Church was big in our family for there were a number of families in the Quad Cities area who often tried to out-catholic one another. And my brother wasn’t about to play second fiddle to anyone.

We then made small talk for a few minutes--like, my aunts asked me how school was going and what year I was in. Then I figured it would be best to leave and let Kevin & Cindy continue walking Father Williams around introducing him to the crowd. So I politely shook his hand again along with my uncles, kissed my aunts on their cheeks and told Father Williams it was nice meeting him and maybe we would bump into each other later that evening.

Just as I turned around and headed across the room back over to the bar, I took a very deep breath and thought to myself, “If everyone in that circle only knew that I had a load of his cum in my hole right now, it would probably stroke them all out.”

Up until midnight, I walked around visiting with everyone trying my best to enjoy myself. From time to time I would look over at Father Williams and I could feel him glancing over at me every so often. We even exchanged smiles later as he was talking to one group of my relatives and I was talking to another.
At one point I was making my way through the crowd when I bumped into my parents who by now were both a little tipsy. My Mom gave me a huge kiss on my cheek in front of my Dad and said, “Robby dear, we are so proud of you--your brother, Kevin just informed us that you are going to be helping Cindy with fundraising this year and it’s really good that you are getting involved in work for our church--we are so proud of you--you are following in Kevin’s footsteps.”

Then my Dad chimed in as he gave me a big hug and exclaimed, “ We sure are proud of you, son. And if we can be of any help, just let us know--you know we are always here for you.”

Suddenly a flash came across me and I wondered if they would be just as proud when I told them that I was a homosexual. But then reality set in and I just replied with a big smile, “OK I will,and thanks.”

By now the party took on a more lively tone like it always did after three hours of drinking, eating and socializing. Most of the adults if they weren't a little drunk certainly weren't feeling any pain either.

As the midnight hour finally approached, everyone began gathering in the living room so we could count down the seconds to the new year and sing that stupid song, Auld Lang Syne.

When my Uncle Jim finally counted down the final second, everyone yelled out, “Happy New Year” as plenty of kisses and hugs went around the room. I quickly headed over for the bar for it was unattended given the celebration and poured myself a stiff shot of Irish Whiskey cause after all that had happened, I certainly needed one.

Then the most odd thing happened. My 34 year old second cousin, Ellen, the one who I took off my clothes for and fucked several years back after I helped her move into he apartment suddenly staggered up to the bar. Ellen, who was known for her loose lips especially after drinking too much at family gatherings poured herself a shot of scotch and then stood next to me looking shit-faced as all hell. As we both leaned up against the bar and looked out across the room she glanced over at Father Williams who was now standing in the corner charming several of my female cousins.

Ellen then said slurring her words, “You know Robby, that Father Williams is certainly one hot, hot looking guy!”

I looked at her, but had no idea how to respond to her comment. So I replied, “OH.”

She swished her drink around with her hand, looked me up & down several times with a smirk on her face and remarked, “Yea, and I bet he’s really good in the sack too.”

Again not knowing what to say which I knew she wouldn’t remember anyway the next day, I replied, “Really?”

She exclaimed with a totally drunken smile on her face, “Really,” as she downed her drink while she glanced across the room at him.

Then she blurted out, “The problem is, I bet since he is a priest, he’s probably gay like all priests are. So I am sure you’re more his type than me and therefore he would much rather get you in the sack since he would find you to be so goddam adorable. And for all I know, I bet you might just be the kind of guy who'd like something like that,” as she walked off before I could respond zigzagging her way across the living room floor.

While I knew she had no idea about the two of us, I wondered if women's intuition lead her to believe that I was a homosexual if not BI--especially since she had witnessed first hand the extent of my love making abilities with the opposite sex.

About 20 minutes later, I was pouring myself a cup of coffee up at the bar when Father Williams approached to get himself another drink. No one was around, so he gave me an upbeat like look, winked and whispered, “Small world, isn't it?”

As I turned and looked out across the room, I replied, “Yea it is; I’m sorry all this happened tonight.”

Father Williams very quickly remarked biting his teeth, “ What do you mean, sorry? Heck, don’t you see, this is great, Robby? Now we can be together whenever we want or you can call me or I can call you--I mean if anyone ever asks, all we have to say is that we were working on our fundraising projects together---I can’t believe what a break this is for us.”

I never thought about it that way, but he was absolutely right.

After I downed my coffee and was pouring another, Cindy & Kevin suddenly strolled up. Kevin said in a very upbeat tone to me and Father Williams, “Gentlemen, tomorrow Cindy and I are having a New Year’s get together over at our house --Notre Dame is playing so why don’t both of you join us and we’ll watch the game on my new wide screen TV that Cindy got me for Christmas? Robby, Mom and Dad are coming over and so are Father O’ Toole and McDonald,” as he looked over at Father Williams.

Kevin then added, “Robby why don’t you pick Father Williams up after Bishop Shannon’s New Year’s mass and bring him over to our place since he doesn’t know where we live.”

Well, needless to say, Notre Dame football was king in our household like it was in every Catholic family’s household. I couldn’t say no even though I knew it was going to torpedo my plans the next day with Andrew’s Father. I looked over at Father Williams and asked even though I already knew the answer, “Are you staying at the rectory and should I pick you up there?”

Father Williams replied, “Well why don’t we all meet at church and sit together for Bishop Shannon’s mass and you can take me from there over to your brother and Cindy’s house, Robby?”

Kevin quickly jumped in and said that was a great idea. So before I knew it, we all agreed to hook up in front of church.

Then Kevin said with a serious look on his face, “Robby, may I see you for a minute in private,” as he grabbed my arm and lead me over to the corner of the room. He carefully looked both ways to make sure no one was around and said, “Robby, that fucken cousin of Mom’s and ours, Ellen, is drunk again and needs to go home. But she’s too drunk to drive herself back to Iowa City. We tried to take away her keys, but she won’t let us unless you agree to drive her back--what the hell is going on with you two?”

Instantly, all the blood rushed out of my face. The last thing I needed was for Ellen to tell someone like Cindy or Kevin about what happened several years back given she was totally inebriated by now.

So I quickly said with a blank look on my face, “I have no idea why she wants me to drive her home--hell Kevin, I haven’t even seen or talked to her since last year on New Year's.”