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A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 01

By: blondeallover_00



"Merry Solstice, Uncle Scribner!"

"Merry Christmas, nephew!"

"But the solstice is tomorrow, and it would please me to no end if you would join us for the local queer people's Yuletide pageant and party at the old union hall tomorrow afternoon." The youth with the perpetual twinkle in his hazel eyes was determined to say his peace before the salt and pepper haired older man raised his avuncular objections. "After all, you have never made your orientation in gender preference a secret. . . The spirits be offended, this rectory is always so cold at this time of the year." 

The older man who was host at the rectory squinted and paced his reply in a low tone so as not to lose his temper in anger. "We have been over all this many times, Fred. I have chosen to make my life's work in service to the church. It is not prosperous but afforded me many rewards and stability, nonetheless, . . . .unlike other gallivanting gay blades I can think of. If you think I would risk compromising my life of dignity by attending a celebration so steeped in Godless idolatry, you would do better to drown yourself naked in that no doubt profane punch you heathens will refresh yourselves with tomorrow." 

A hearty chuckle burst from deep in the nephew's chest. "The spirits know how dearly I love you Uncle Scribner Ebenezer. Who else could come up with such colorful imagery? Somehow I will try to work such a thing into one of the games. But, I know. 'Love the sinner, but hate the sin'. . ." 

"That 's right, nephew! I am proud of upholding a life of celibacy in my best efforts at devotional service. Our Lord led a celibate life at a time when it was expected that all young men, no matter how righteous, marry and sire children." 

For a minute, the smiling twinkle left the eye of the good natured younger man. "Are you sure it has nothing to do with the special mention in your special books of unkindness towards the queer men because of their manner and sexual conduct? Or maybe that is a particular concern of your colleagues in the church?"

"Don't be blasphemous or disrespectful, nephew. Maybe you could benefit from the structure and order a life of faith through the guidance of the church could bring you."

"I did not come here to argue with you Uncle. Perhaps my new lover will straighten me out to a life of more constructive and steady pursuits. It would mean so much to me if you dropped by at least just briefly so I could introduce him to you." 

"A young man with certain professional or vocational experience under his belt, huh?" 

"Uhh no, . . . He has just been awarded his Masters in Biochemistry 'cum laude'." 

The older man's lips parted and eyes drew back in his head briefly. "Oh, how promising. Don't tell me. He has tens of thousands of dollars in tuition debts and no prospects in this infernal recession? A great mentor he will make for you." 

"Oh please Uncle Scribner, chill and lighten up. This is the festive time of year. Don't you love the lights at dusk and the chill in the air in fresh fallen snow? Bob Crocker out there who is shoveling the paths of the church compound will be there. You know he is blessed with a queer son and daughter and the whole family will join us in celebration." 

The older man responded in his sternest tone, "Count your blessings where they will do you the most good. For the last time, I could never join your feast of revelry's impiety. Good afternoon, Fred."

"Merry Solstice, Uncle."

"Your solstice festival is so much humbug. Good afternoon and Merry Christmas." 

"As you wish, Uncle. Merry Christmas!" 

Fred had re-situated his scarf and hat and was about to walk out, but when he opened the vestibule door of the rectory, two men were seeking entry. "You two look familiar to me."

"You are not Rev. Moorfield or Rev. Ebenezer."

"I am Fred Blade. We have met before because I have volunteered with the gay and lesbian hot-line. I will see you friends, tomorrow. Good luck with this geezer." The nephew trudged past them as Rev. Ebenezer had approached to greet them at the door.

"Rev. Moorfield, we presume."

"Evidently you are not affiliated with this congregation. We can only pray that Rev. Jacob Moorfield is enjoying the peace of paradise in the loving arms of our Lord. For it was on this very night, 7 years ago that my partner of this parsonage breathed his last."

"We heartily offer our condolences for your loss. Then we presume we are addressing Rev. Ebenezer."

"What can I do for you gentlemen this evening?"

"On the occasion of this festive time of year, we seek provision for the counseling of our troubled brothers and sisters who share our alternate sexual orientations. For the best outcomes and solutions from circumstances that can even be life threatening, professional resources are expensive."

"Are there no crisis centers with our state hospital? As both a man of the cloth and someone how you put it so delicately, who "shares our alternate sexual orientation," the doors of many of the churches of the community are open for counseling to young people troubled by a full range of assaults to a positive spirit." 

Both guests suddenly realized they were still wearing their hats and pulled them off as a gesture of embarrassed respect. "Well pardon us for saying so Rev., but many would rather die than experience a commitment to State Hospital and they fear only further recriminations and or evangelical appeals from the churches to abandon their nature." 

"Well perhaps it might be useful to instruct them that they will receive a loving welcome from many of the churches of this community, lightening your obligations. Good evening gentlemen."

"You mean, you yourself wish to remain anonymous?"

"I mean, expect nothing from me, short of steering your troubled youth to the auspices of this church and our graceful attentions. Good evening."

The two young men walked out silently. The sun had sunk below the horizon in the western sky with a quickness that is always surprising at this time of the year. "Come in from the dark, Bob Crocker. . . You are a hearty soul and I see you have not suffered the worse for having been outdoors in the cold for the last 3 1/2 hours." 

"It was a pleasure to greet your nephew, sir ~ such a friendly light-hearted fellow."

"He is a shiftless fool with little or no direction in his life. He would do well to pray to his Creator to forgive his many sins. But we have other things to talk about.

"Tomorrow, I suppose you will be wanting to attend that annual lewd gathering of debauched souls with your family?" 

"Just tomorrow afternoon if it is not too inconvenient, sir." 

"I will give you the whole day off, but it is outrageously inconvenient. We have yet to finish the holiday decoration of the church and compound. I will need you all the earlier the next morning. You will also be given Christmas and New Years off over the next 10 days."

"Oh yes, sir. Thank you. You can count on me. Merry Solstice, Rev." 

"Your pagan solstice is a humbug." 

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An hour later, Rev. Ebenezer stepped out briefly to fetch some cheap vittles for a light dinner. He nearly slipped on the compound walk. Except to minister to his flock on a holy occasion, he despised this time of year. As he unlocked the rectory front door, he thought he saw a facial image in the ornate door knocker ~ someone he recognized but could not place. 

After preparing a light meal poorly heated in the kitchen microwave, he returned to the parlor to stir the spare embers in the fire. He saw that face again in the flames. He heard that voice for the first time. "Eben -eeeee-zer. Scribner Eben-eeeee-zer!" The old servants bells rang and the chimes on the mantle clock chimed simultaneously. When the noise stopped and all was still but for the ticking of the mantle clock, the middle aged man who was the only resident in the spacious dwelling looked around very startled. The adrenaline rush faded and he thought, "that fuzzy-headed nephew is right about one thing, I need to lighten up. I shouldn't let types like him and that Crocker get under my skin. That, and stay away from cheap frozen pizza." 

He returned the dishes to the kitchen, made sure the fire in the fire place would extinguish safely, and climbed the stately staircase. He used the bathroom briefly and retired to his bedroom with its comfortable antique bed. He had his flannel night shirt out and had just stripped to the altogether, had his night shirt raised to lower over his head and the rest of him to fend off the chill of the room when he heard the voice again, as if its originator were standing next to him. "Scribner Eben-eeeee-zer! I see you still take care of your body without anyone to share your firm flesh in intimate passions." A dim light appeared out of nowhere on the other side of the bed. It seemed to enclose a vague apparition.

"Who the devil are you and how did you intrude on to these premises?" The startled man dropped the garment to cover the most immodest place of his nudity at midsection from the vision of his surprise guest."

"Ask me who I was?"

"Alright, who were you?"

"I was your classmate at our small seminary who went on to be accepted with you in joint pastor-ship of this congregation, despite our attractions to others of our own sex." The specter spoke with a moaning effect but his voice did approximate that of Ebenezer's old partner in ministering. The vision sharpened and did assume familiar characteristics, but chalky and gray. 

"Jacob?"

"You don't believe in me."

"You could be my imagination playing tricks on me after a disagreeable day. That and a bit of undigested bad frozen pizza. Am I supposed to believe in someone wearing such a ridiculous outfit?"

The specter opened its mouth and let loose an ear-splitting wail. "EBEN-EEEE-ZER! I do not wear this leather and carry these chains to submit to the overriding urges of one who would tie me down and dominate me to suit the grittiest of gratifying acts of corporeal manipulation. . . . I would probably be a free soul and shorn of these restraints in death if I had enjoyed the former in my lifetime. Now do you believe me?"

The rattling of the chains was deafening and the shocked and startled resident waited for its conclusion before his reply. "I do. I must. Can you sit down in that chair?"

"I can."

"Then please do so. . . You speak of wearing those cumbersome devices as an obligation. I don't understand. You were a pious contributor to the church. I marveled at your inspiring sermons. Your commentaries in ecclesiastical journals were esteemed in all of Christendom. Had you lived Jacob, there would have been no limits to your standing in the dioceses. You were nearly perfect in the business of ministering to our flock."

"All mankind was my business, especially to those who shared our peculiar physical attractions, Scribner. Not just earning special institutional ecclesiastical attentions. Without realizing it, I forged these chains in my life for self-serving self righteousness, never inspiring others to the bonds of love and warmth with passionate physical connection." 

The resident, now shivering in his nakedness, was the most startled yet by his deceased partner's unexpected declarations. "But Jacob, we learned that these 'connections' as you call them are just momentary carnal release and satisfaction. They are really one of the curses from the Fall of Man and have no place for the love and esteem we hold for each other for the love of Christ."

"Jesus preached we could attain grace first and foremost for the love we have of each other, especially the love of the scorned most among us. We seek that love by any means, necessary. Yes, Scribner! ~ by any means. I am burdened to walk this earth for all eternity such as you see me now, because I withheld my love in all its urgency for passion and devotion. It is the great pleasures in the fulfillment of the passions that forge the bonds of love and the caring sympathy and celebration for others who seek the same for themselves."

Moorfield's spirit seemed agitated with his living partner's profoundly baffled expression. He opened his mouth as if to wail again, but restrained himself. "Scribner you can remove that silly garment from concealing your genitals from me. . . . You still don't get it, do you? I loved you. I yearned for you with all the hot tingling feelings of lust that can beset mortal man, especially in the genitals. Were you so impervious to my desire for you? I know you caught me gazing at you. You remember we had open showers at the seminary dormitory more in the fashion of a High School locker room. Did it never occur to you that always coincidentally when you wanted to shower, I would be there to do so, as well?"

"Really Jacob, there is no need to be profane in your confessions about us."

Now the specter did wail and rattle his chains once again. "PROFANE!?! That I would gladly have taken your erect cock and put it my mouth to stimulate a load of semen from it for my thrilling delectation. How is that for profane? Yes, Scribner, for years I was urgently curious how such a thing would have tasted. I would have splayed myself, naked at least below the waist, on a mattress, a couch, or a even a carpet and thrilled to have you penetrate what was no doubt my once very hot and tight mortal rectum, the friction which would have caused an ejaculation from your splendid long erection of your warm semen deep into my very viscera. How is that for profane? I would willingly have done the same for you and marveled how desperately your stretched open little hole would have snatched at my throbbing manhood. I wanted your arms about me. I wanted our tongues to mate in sumptuous kisses."

The specter nearly hissed what he had to say next. "Nooooo, my partner in life, just as I have learned these past 7 years, you have it all backwards. Profanity is the very restraint from the pursuits of romance, love, and yes lusting pleasures of the maximum intensity. . . . I have come for your reclamation. You will wander the spirit world in misery as do I unless you change your ways and do your best to seek out love, very much in part through the satisfactions of lusts with intense application. For the sake of your immortal soul, Scribner Ebenezer, you will need to do the best you can to be a generous lover in every respect." 

The resident still naked, his swelled penis pressing against the concealing garment stimulated by such graphic assertions, had stopped shaking. But he was more puzzled and disconcerted than ever. "Jacob, I am aging and have become set in my ways. How would you suggest I make this exotic metamorphosis?"

"This very night, you will be visited by 3 spirits at the top of the hour, the first to visit when your church clock strikes 1. They will take you places and show you things that, if all goes well, demonstrate to you the true value of real love and passionate physical affections. . . . 

"Heed them well, Scribner Ebenezer. Your immortal soul depends on their ministrations toward you." 

The specter moved away, its light fainting, as if to float through a closed window and into the open sky of the vast cold night. As nearly a life long minister of the church, Rev. Ebenezer could not help but contemplate the irony of the specter's last remark. Absentmindedly, still clutching the night garment, he pulled back the covers of the bed and climbed into it in his nudity, in total contravention to the normal routine of his night time slumber. 

to be continued . . . 


A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 02



The churchman slept fitfully in the cold night. But he was vaguely conscious enough to hear the old church clock strike 1. Sure enough, a vivid light at the side of the bed shone, embracing a smiling sort of androgynous creature in a charming old fashioned robe of shimmering damask and lined with white fur. It seemed to have a great burning lamp on its head. The apparition smiled at him with radiance and enthusiasm.

"Well you seem to me almost a well-costumed child. You must be the first spirit the ghost of Jacob Moorfield spoke of. Tell me, who are you?"

"I am the ghost of winter solstices past." 

"Long past?"

"Well for the purposes of tonight, just your past.". 

Ebenezer felt the chill of the room on his bare skin and quickly grasped the end of the bed sheet to cover himself. He spoke sheepishly. "Many pardons, spirit. In the unexpected commotion of coping with my dead partner's ghost, it seems I have forgotten to cover myself in my night shirt. Now, I am just naked."

The apparition laughed in sort of a pleasing quiet high pitch, but not precisely as if female. "Scribner Ebenezer, you have cared for your mortal countenance very well. You are not just naked, but splendid in your nudity. In the solstices of long past, some cultures would celebrate and dance nude ~ well, once the bonfire had been blazing for a while, at any rate. It would be a privilege and a tribute to old times if you would accompany me just your natural self."

"But spirit, there are no bonfires in recent ages. I would surely expire very quickly in the deathly cold of the night. If not dead yet, I would expire from embarrassment when others would encounter us, me in my indecency." 

"When you clasp your hand on my robe at my heart, we will be able to travel effortlessly through the night sky. The wind will be like the brush of a soothing warm blanket to you. You will be protected from all the natural elements. The flow of your night shirt would just be a nuisance. What indecency? The past was better than our current times. Mortal people enjoyed encountering and frolicking together unclothed and natural. Maybe in future times, they will return to such sociability. But no reason to be concerned all the same, for no one will see or hear us despite being in their presence." 

Ebenezer sheepishly climbed out of bed. The ghost beamed its smile as it ogled his naked form. "As I say, everything splendid. Now place your hand over my heart.'

Doing as it instructed, he was enveloped with warmth. The window flew open instantly and the strange pair floated out the window up into the moonlit sky. They traveled 100s of feet up over the small houses in a way that was strangely liberating to a naked churchman who under other circumstances, would be vulnerable to most dangerous and compromising calamities. Like magic, they approached their first destination in broad but frosty daylight. 

The naked man recognized the campus buildings of what had been the first college he had attended before transferring to the seminary. He saw students he knew and had been friendly with each other. They were greeting each other "Merry Christmas" as they were climbing into vintage period autos. He beamed and tried to wave at them. But remembering his nudity, he quickly scooted behind the spirit when he realized some female students were among them. 

"Silly mortal. I told you they cannot see our presence. But come with me, I have something else to show you." They approached a dormitory building that the naked man recognized as his campus residence. The lobby seemed deserted. But they took the elevator to a deserted floor all the same. It was as if they drifted through a closed room door to witness a naked youth lying on the bed with many open magazines of apparently varied erotic content. Ebenezer in his own nudity was horrified to recognize the naked student as himself years earlier. 

The younger version in present company had his fist wrapped around his hard throbbing cock and stroking it with grunting conviction in a brazen semblance of hot masturbatory pleasures. The magazine he focused on in the other hand was opened to a glossy photograph of young naked youths wrapped into themselves in the variety of orgiastic gay group sex on an otherwise barren beach. 

"I like that. I call that some skillful handiwork." The ghost looked on with grinning approval. 

"Really spirit! What purpose does it serve that I should be reminded of such things?"

It was as if it ignored him. "Look at the way he grasps his cock with such confidence. Pleasuring oneself well is truly an art. Look how he retains the same quick rhythm about his meaty cock. Those glazed eyes set on the exciting picture and the way his tongue tip sticks out just beyond his lower set of teeth demonstrates a total commitment to ecstatic feelings in the body." 

The ghost's naked accompanist protested. "Spirit haven't we seen quite enough?"

"Wait! He will be interrupted before he brings himself to climax. You will see."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Who is it? Give me a minute and I will be right there." The naked youth scurried to shuffle the magazines into an obscure pile. 

"Scribner, it 's me, Fannie."

"Fannie, I am just getting ready to use the showers. I will be right with you." He next wrapped himself in his over-sized robe. 

"Oh Scrib sweetheart, I have so much to tell you. You are coming home for the holidays this year, anyway. Let's go into the boys room and I will tell you about it in the shower. We are the only ones here." The acoustics were such that he could not hear her through the rushing water. So they waited for him to step out and towel off before she spoke up. 

The older Ebenezer looked at the spirit. "You don't have to say anything to me. She was the older sister who doted on you even in your bath time. You were both very close. That was a nice thing in your life Scribner Ebenezer."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the older naked man. "It was a very nice thing. I loved her so. She died too young." 

They both listened intently to the older but still young woman, now deceased. "Dad is so much nicer now. He rented a car that I could drive out here and fetch you to bring home for Christmas after all. I think now it does not matter to him if he thinks you are gay, Scrib." 

"Oh Fannie, after all the denial, I think now maybe Dad is right after all. I think I am gay." 

His sister shot him a funny cross-eyed expression. "You big cutie. Do you really think that makes any difference to me? I almost hope you are right. It would be so super cool to fix you up with cute guys. . . . Anyway, if you recall, our family tradition was to always decorate the tree on the winter solstice. I put my foot down and told him I wanted Scribner home and I would do nothing with the tree until after Scribner got here. I was so surprised when he agreed with me right away." 

The whole setting started to fade and the ghost spoke, now. "In your brief stay home that holiday season, you two almost became remarkably closer."

In reply, Ebenezer tried to avert his gaze from looking the phantom directly in the eye. "Spirit, you confront me with scenarios of my past I have tried to forget. She noticed the magazines on my bed were pornographic and that intrigued her. At home, she dared me to masturbate in her presence. She said she always had imagined me doing that since I grew hair, . . well, . . you know. I declined right away of course. . . . But, . . ."

"Over the years, sometimes you regret not complying with her most intimate requests."

"Well, it was completely innocent, really. The more personal things I would reveal to her about myself the more endeared she would be to me ~ the closer we would become. She was probably my most loving friend. She was scrupulously discreet about all my confidences, as I was of hers." 

"But you two were not able to enjoy your home stay for very long."

"It was shorter than I had expected. My father was seldom direct with me, as if he did not trust me. I did not know until two days before New Years that I was to be transferred to the seminary. There the semester started only a day or so into the year. I did not believe him at first. Who would admit a student only on a parent's recognizance? My alma mater did. 

"At first, I dreaded it. But the faculty and school staff were very tolerant and patient with me. Asking other students questions about their beliefs and understanding of religion and all its associated cultures, I found their enthusiasm infectious. Within weeks, I was caught up in the spiritual mysteries of faith in things unseen and the attendant inspiration of joy in possibilities of love and fellowship."

The ghost had taken Ebenezer's hand and applied it to its robe. The naked accompanist again marveled at the sensation of dizzy flight in warm embraces. 

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"Why, I recognize this place, spirit. It is the home of Dean Fundywhistle. And there I am with books in my arms with Jacob Moorfield. Spirit, they say religious people are stern and boring, but the Dean's whole family was the most outrageous assortment of cut ups on God's green earth. Look! There is Mrs. Fundywhistle in that silly Mrs. Claus outfit with her two daughters. All 3 of them were overt and unembarrassed total flirts. I think the fact they knew we two were gay only made them more attentive toward us. We loved them."

The situated but not really visible naked man's broad grin quickly turned to a frown. "Oh spirit, praise God that this fine assembly of the past cannot catch sight of us. My state of complete undress would be completely inappropriate on this festive occasion even in the presence of broad-minded informal people such as these." 

The ghost responded with a mirthful soft titter. "I think the young ladies would be very pleasingly surprised, but not in the least bit offended. They would be very curious if it was your birthday. If not, why intend to enjoy present company in only your birthday suit? This reminds me of a familiar nightmare you mortals always speak of." 

They listened to the Dean scold the young Ebenezer. "Tsk, tsk, Scribner. Ever the student. Your exams are over and now it is time to be merry on the eve of this winter solstice." 

The older Ebenezer was beaming again. "Spirit, there was wonderful food on these occasions, but terrible music ~ all Christmas oldies from the radio." The naked man grew more reflective. "Fundywhistle was a kind and almost indulgent old soul, but somehow not as diligent on behalf of the school's interests as a more serious man could have. It could have earned the reputation it has now as one of the outstanding schools of Christian theology, small as it is." 

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The image of the room changed and suddenly they were in a room that apparently was in the same house but just where, the older Ebenezer could not quite recollect. The younger Ebenezer was there and an old flame of his was taking off his goose down parka and other winter effects.

"Beau, the party is just breaking up. Why don't you come back and join us. You have been introduced to most of the people here."

"Scrib, it is just you I have come to see. We are both going home to our families tomorrow and when I return, I am going to have a ball buster of a semester next year. Most of the weekends will be filled up with lab work. I don't know how much time we are going to be able to spend with each other for several months."

"Those science departments at your prestigious school down the road are really swamping you, aren't they?" 

"With my major, that's inevitable, Scrib." 

"You could consider transferring here." 

The taller handsome youth started to grow agitated. "Jeez, I am not going to argue with you about that tonight. I just want this last night to be special for us." 

"Would you like to go out somewhere?"

"Fuck no! I would like to be alone with you. I would like us to do some things queer boys do when they are in love. It 's about time" "Shshshsh! They've stopped the music in the parlor." Now it was the younger Ebenezer who was averting gazes. "Oh Beau, you dreamboat of cute dude in my life, I should have said something earlier. You know how much I love the idea of having a future in the church. Being gay, I think the best thing is that all my pursuits in love and devotion be celibate."

The other youth assumed an incredulous expression mixed with shock and some disdain. "By God, this place with all its mumbo-jumbo has really gotten to you. Apparently, I know you better than you do yourself. You could never make it as some sort of cloistered monk, Ebenezer. Remember I have kissed you many times, and I remember how you have always kissed back with plenty of passion ~ lots of hot desire there. How many times have I held you in my arms and your hot blood rushes to the surface? I can feel it right through your clothes with a cock pressed against my leg, stomach, or my own that would be the dream of any partner in the least bit disposed to be homo."

"Oh Beau! I am sorry I hurt you. Please don't retaliate and try to hurt me back. No matter what, I love you more than I thought possible, and I will need your friendship and affection more than ever." 

"Get your love from the queer boys here, then. You don't even have to seek out the many closet cases. What about that Jacob who is always hanging with you? At least he is queer straight up."

"Jacob Moorfield is my best friend here, but we don't have any feelings for each other romantically."  The taller youth's expression remained stolid, but his sad eyes widened. "Get real, fella! I have seen the way he looks at you. . . Look, I know the showers in your dorm bathrooms are not stalled off, but open in the old fashioned way. I would be willing to wager that the majority of times that you shower, he is under one of the shower heads in there with you." 

The other youth was silent for a minute. "That 's probably an odd coincidence."

"I don't think so, bucko. Think about the dudes who most happen to be using the showers the same time you are, and there is your little queer boy fan club. . . . Speaking of showers, I have made it to both the volley ball and tennis teams, but have had to quit because school work load takes so much of my time. But they still make us take fucking gym for a few semesters to earn our credits. Every time in that stinky locker room between the showers and my locker, I have been reminded that we have never even seen each other naked. Now in the straight world, that is not exceptional, but for steady boys in the queer boy club, that is just fucking weird." 

The taller youth now approached the younger Ebenezer with his face up close as if he was about to make a pass. He lowered the tone of his voice to almost a whisper and seductively spoke with warm exhalations that smashed into the cheek of his listener. "Scrib, I am doing my best to try and understand you. You keep speaking of 'false idols' that corrupt our popular culture. Don't twist the church to be a false idol that steals your heart. If you don't want me to stop loving you, for Christ's sake, everyone else has gone home for the holiday break, let's go to your dorm right now and take off our clothes and take a long hot shower together. I mean that doesn't consummate anything, man. It is just what the queer boys do when they want to separate from the rest of the crowd and have their own party." 

The young Ebenezer set his eyes to the floor and ever so subtly shook his head back and forth. "Oh my hot and gorgeous Beau, I think not."

The taller youth turned red in the face as he gathered up all his clothes for winter outdoors. "Well Merry fucking Christmas! You can just fuck off for the holidays." He stomped out of that front room and out to the front landing, slamming both doors behind him. 

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"I regret breaking that fine boy's heart, but what else could I do? Spirit, I have seen enough. Please take me back to my bed."

"Just a couple more scenes. We do not even have to fly to another locale."

A room in what Ebenezer recognized was the dormitory he resided in at the seminary visualized and sharpened before the invisible twosome, but the middle aged naked man realized it was not his own. Another student was looking out the frosted window. It was his classmate and future co-pastor, Jacob Moorfield. The intruders moved in to see that he was watching the younger Ebenezer pack his luggage into Fannie's car. It would be the partner, this time, who was left to spend the holidays on campus. There were tears in the youth's eyes and he sobbed softly. 

"Oh Sbrib, I can hardly stand for you to be away." The two intruders thought there was a pathetic but poignant sadness about the young resident as he watched the car drive off. He then abruptly stood up and started to stomp out of the dorm room with still a hurt expression, but also red-faced anger. He snatched items of clothes off and tossed them every which way as he marched down the dorm hall. He shoved open the bathroom door with some impact and was stark naked seconds later. His penis was erect at flinching full mast and its stature was surprisingly notable in the impression of the older Ebenezer. 

They followed the comely nude youth into the shower room, his muscles bristling with taut emotions. He stood directly under a shower head and turned the hot water spigot on at full blast. Ebenezer marveled that his partner so vulnerable in his young visage was not instantly scalded. Even before reaching for the bar of soap, the showering man commenced to getting a firm grip on his erection and stroking it with quick steady rhythm and an evident state of conviction that he was intent and focused on profound self-pleasures for pent up release. The invisible audience of two could feel the hot wet spray after the ghost insisted that its naked accompanist step right up for close inspection. "I love you so much, Scrib."

"Spirit, this is positively indecent". The older naked man growled at it. 

"Again, since Victorian times and before, you mortals hold peculiar notions about 'indecency'. Look at the obvious depth of feeling this poor boy has for you. Shame on you. Have you no pity for those who loved you so fiercely? . . Don't worry, it won't take him long."

Almost instantly, they heard the glassy-eyed showering youth groan, his stroking stopped but grip still so firm. Richly aromatic streaks of climactic male saucy fluid shot from his snake-eyed piss slit centered in a very exercised purple nub, all the liquid bullets somehow evading the rushing hot droplets cascading from the shower head. 

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The older Ebenezer sounded pleading and conciliatory. "Back to my rectory house now spirit, oh please." But the scenery changed to just a very short distance in the same locale. The dusk sky was all a blazing red sunset. The dark buildings of the seminary campus were hundreds of yards away from an acutely novel small social assemblage across snow covered athletic fields at the edge of a great expanse of dark woods. 

There was a bonfire ablaze surrounded by what looked like a small ring of 7 or 8 older boys and young men. They were all naked and totally aroused. Little piles of their clothes were set to one side. Their left hands were clasping the right ass cheek of the boy next to them. With their right hands, they were frantically manipulating their rigid erections in masturbation. Two or three boys were also dancing sort of joyous jigs. The younger Ebenezer was fondling and clasping the right buttock of young Jacob Moorfield next to him. Jacob was one of the boys dancing a jig. 

Very quickly, one male after another stopped as they reached climax and spewed out their ample increments of semen in warm fits of spasmodic throbbing. 





A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 02



The naked older Ebenezer now turned to the ghost, eyes blazing in abject anger. "You have no right to show me this." 

"It seems an awfully peculiar ritual for a Christian seminary."

"You know why we did this."

"I want to hear you tell me why."

"I don't have to."

"Do you want to return to the warmth and safety of your bed?"

"Alright!! It was the last winter solstice before we would graduate in the spring. We planned for the event in September because we decided it would be our last tribute to the life of temporal indulgence and corrupt pleasure before we all committed ourselves to the pursuits of sacred observance in the glow of Christ our Savior. Once our clothes were back on and we were back at the campus, we never spoke of it again. 

"Are you satisfied now, spirit?"

"Your head may tell you that you cast aside such desires." It ogled his midsection. "Where your manhood is revealed to me, it shows that it still has powerful 'temporal' needs." 

The older Ebenezer ignored his own raging erection, still furious with indignation. "Spirit, you're a freak. What kind of an occultist devil are you that you think you can toy with my feelings and mock me?"

The ghost's high pitched laugh turned to more of a cackle, as if it really was mocking him. 

"You impudent entity. If I had the power, I would snuff you out. , . I would snuff you out, I tell you." 

Not knowing how he returned, he found himself kneeling on the carpet of the floor of his bedroom at the rectory, wringing his hands. For a few seconds, he thought he could still hear the faint cackle of the spirit in the room with him. He was still naked, his penis still cock hard with even a glint of wetness about his piss slit. He still could not find his night shirt in the darkness, so he quickly climbed back into bed under the covers to fend off the chill of the room. "These dreams are so much humbug, Jacob Moorfield."

to be continued . . .



A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 03



It seemed only minutes later that Ebenezer was awakened again by the church clock striking 2. There seemed to be no such assured presence in his bedroom. "Jacob cannot keep to his post-mortem arrangements. Huh! Humbug!"

But seconds later, another brilliant light emerged again to the side of his bed. This was a more commanding presence than the previous ghost. No mistaking gender this time, he was fully bearded and a full head of ruddy hair. He wore a wreath on his brow stocked with plenty of berries and other small fruits. His robe was more plain, but still with a white ermine trim, but otherwise a sort of maroon velvet, not unlike Father Christmas. He brandished an ornate shiny lit metallic torch. 

The way the robe only partly covered him is what caught the attention of the man in the bed more than anything else. It was not covered over and tied in the front so that one could witness much of his muscular form, covered in an appealing hirsute graze running patchwork down his front to a dense tufted pubic nest and beyond. Ebenezer could feel his covered gender organ twitch and bounce in appreciation. 

But the apparition's peculiar penis was an object of some studied focus. Unusually large and hung low, it had a broad fat glans at the end, covered in a foreskin with a shriveled nub that extended at least an inch longer than would be expected. It looked as though it may have been the extended head of a defective shar-pei runt. Most perplexing was a cord that was tied around the shaft snug against a pronounced corona. It hung about 3 inches down from there, attached to a small glittering bell. The whole arrangement was reminiscent of the joke about the monks who, under their cowls, were made to wear bells hanging off their danglers.

"I am complimented by your interested attention and inspection of my gender organs, Scribner Ebenezer."

The man in the bed was startled to hear the specter speak and with such a male "basso profondo" of authority. "Er, I was just noticing it all comprises an unusual arrangement, spirit. Do you regularly present yourself in such unsociable exposure?"

What happened next startled the subject of new lessons in life, more than anything else. Of its own volition, the flaccid penis was able to wag itself up and down with enough rapidity that the attached bell rang a noisy high noted tinkle. "I'll wager you have never seen a bell jingle from such a trick, Scribner Ebenezer. With such talents as this, why should I ever cover myself?" 

A disapproving look of disgust was suddenly cast over Ebenezer's face. "Is this supposed to be a joke? Am I supposed to be impressed by supernatural lewdness that among mortals would suggest that serious abnormalities at birth have taken place? God did not have it that we were born to be circus animals in some perverse burlesque show, spirit. Such a child would be in need of surgery, at the very least to pluck that perverse prepuce. . . You are the second ghost Jacob alerted me to expect this night. Tell me who are you?" 

"I am the ghost of winter solstices present, Scribner, and for tonight, your festive present." The dangling organ wagged again, prompting another round of high noted but high volume jingle bell. 

"I wish you would not do that again. Are you an old apparition, or new just for this occasion?"

"There have been many brothers before me, hearkening back to an age when hominids who walked the earth first noticed the change of seasons and that in this hemisphere, the sun would fade in the southern sky every year."

"Well judging from my experience, the creator of all of you has a warped sense of humor. It must of have been a ghost of great vulgarity who has been genesis of your kind." 

Ebenezer still covered in his bed clothes winced as the ghost waved his penis up and down once again, summoning the annoying jingle of the little bell slung about by the motions. "How do you know our creator is not the god you worship and you assert created all mortal humans?"

"More like His archetypal opposite, Satan."

"Well I do not have time to argue such fine points of philosophy. Get your splendid mortal bare arse from that bed, and let us go about our business in this immediate community." 

As the middle aged naked man climbed out of bed, "I trust I will be granted the same protective amenities?" 

"You will be escorted with the same consideration as did my predecessor."

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As soon as the mortal and the ghost slipped beyond the bedroom window, they were at the union hall in the town where the annual LGBT event is located. Naked Ebenezer scanned the room with a look as if he had caught a whiff of bad odor. There was a pastiche of wintry scenes with decor of the more pagan tradition of Christmas. The churchman was disapproving that there was no creche or other Christian nativity scene about. 

They were among the first to have arrived. But Ebenezer noticed that one table was festooned with mostly members of the Crocker family. "There is that slacker, Bob Crocker. I nearly killed myself tonight because he did such a poor job of clearing the paths of the compound. I should sack him before Christmas."

"Christian mercy, huh?" 

Ebenezer shot the spirit a frosty and unfriendly glare. "You don't know the people I have to deal with." 

The ghost set a finger from his free hand vertical to his lips. "Let's listen to what is being spoken." Bob and a son of his had left the table to greet someone entering the central hall whom he recognized. Most of the rest of the family were still seated at the table and a friend or neighbor joined them. Mrs. Crocker conversed with her. 

"My Tim is the apple of his father's eye, 'ceptin' his having the eye out for other young men and all. It don't bother Bob at all, 'ceptin' this recent round of bad health."

"He has the HIV, doesn't he?" 

"Oh how that is a burden to all of us. His brother and his sisters have all known that he is the sweetest and most loving of us all. Now you know in the little house Bob rents for us, things have always been too cramped for us to observe all the modesty of to and from the bathroom and all. Well when the girls got that age when they start to feel self conscious about such things and try to cover up, our Tim would come up and say 'oh Ginnie, aren't your boobies coming in so nice. Soon, you will need more than your training bra.' 

"Well, he was just a young tyke and they knew he meant it. They would hug and kiss him. When he was even younger, he was such an affectionate gad-about, he would want his sisters to help bathe him. Well they would titter and giggle and start to calling him 'Tiny Tim', because of how he was between the legs, and all. I would scold and tell them they should be happy and love him no matter how God put him together."

"You don't say!"

"Well hear this, now. When his ailments started, one time we heard him almost fall as he was trying to get out of the tub. Well Ginny and Margie insisted that they help him in and out of the tub from then on and help him dress and undress if needed. Now they are always with him at bath time. But when the subject has come up, they take to snickering and giggling again. I scold them but they tell me 'Oh Mum, we don't laugh at him when we are with him and all. We just think that here he is all grown up, and he is still our Tiny Tim. We love him more than ever and we enjoy taking care of him even more than we did before.' 

"Well I tell them, he must have been attractive there between his legs to somebody, because that somebody got him HIV." 

"Oh spirit, this is indecent eavesdropping at its worst. Imagine a mother relating such personal things to anyone else, especially someone outside of her own family."

The ghost started to speak with a look of profound declaration on its face. 

"I know, we mortals have such peculiar ideas about 'indecency'. . . Tell me spirit, what is the medical prognosis for young Tim? Are there no sound treatments for his stage of HIV infection?"

"He has had very little medical attention. What there has been suggests he may be on the verge of full blown AIDS. I can only read the shadows of the future. What little I can see, is that without any medical coverage for his family, the little attention he will garner will not be enough to prevent an early demise."

Several friends of the Crockers had returned to the table with Bob and Tim. They had mugs of the Yuletide punch and many other mugs to pass around to the table. Everyone became quiet when Bob spoke the toast. "To my family and dearest friends at this festive time of the year, Merry Solstice!"

"Merry Solstice!"

Tim spoke up next. "And blessings upon us all, every one." 

The invisible pair moved on to another table. 

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"My Uncle called our annual event 'so much humbug'."

One of Fred Blade's friends at the table chuckled with a sense of genuine mirth. "'Humbug'!?! What a delightfully archaic word. It sounds like the poetry of some dreadful curmudgeon ~ a prominent word in a stanza by Robert Frost. Or, a word used by a colorful villain conjured by Dickens."

"He refused to make even a brief appearance to meet my new hot and handsome significant other, George here. He dismissed our whole festivity as 'revelry's impiety.'"

An older lesbian spoke up at the table now. "Your Uncle Scribner sounds like a repressed old queen of the church." 

"Not exactly. He is a gay man, partly because of his place and time, who made different choices in his life." 

"Thank you Fred." The naked invisible man felt genuinely consoled for the thoughtful defense from his nephew. "The lad does have a head on his shoulders. If only he would use it in pursuit of some coherent organization."

"He looks like his mother. "

"Now that you mention it, he does. My sister Fannie died giving birth to him." 

The music had become louder. An over-amplified string quartet was playing the Wassailing song. Ebenezer signaled that he wanted out of the room. It was difficult to hear the guests speak at the table. Besides he was annoyed that he had not heard any traditional carols yet. 

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It was almost as if the invisible pair drifted to the back of the old town structure, including through two locked doors. They found themselves in a poorly lit room stuffed with dingy old stage props. There was a distinct noise of some syncopated squeaking and pounding from somewhere in the back. As they approached the source, Ebenezer distinctly heard some grunts, groans, and kissing smacks. 

The invisible naked man stopped in his tracks and called out to the ghost who was peering over the back of the couch at the source of all the commotion. He was irate and his displeasure was written all over his face. "You spirits are really obscene. This couple should find themselves a motel room." 

"Now they can't see or hear us. Our being voyeurs to this beautiful performance of lovemaking would be completely innocent. You will never see me again after tonight. There would be no reason for anyone to ever know what I brought you here to witness. . . Do you really regard this union of physical bliss as obscene?"

"No, I do not. But there is a time and a place for everything, spirit." 

"Then consider this the time and place for your opportunity to be revealed true physical passion in an act of great pleasure in love. Come and watch, my man. Come and see depths and intensity of love Jesus would promote universally." 

Ebenezer was seduced to the idea of the moment. He stepped up and looked over the back of the sofa. The spectacle he observed sent rushes of warm goose flesh all over from his scalp to the toes of his bare feet. A naked youth was mounted on a naked man below him. The up and down movements of hips, thighs, and waists suggested copulation in the missionary position. 

He could see that the ample erection of the mounting youth had penetrated anally the man below and that the movements were causing a sort of desired pumping in the penetration. The movement of the buttocks of the youth on top, the way they would move flex and then relax in a sort of steady rhythm was especially visually pleasant. Both males had tattoos about their shoulders and arms. The top penetrating man had shoulder length black hair. His face could not be seen. 

But the man below had short dark hair with a trimmed mustache and goatee. His legs were raised to give his partner best access to his available posterior. He was evidently breathing in shallow gasps, probably with a racing pulse. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, probably intent on all the sensations of masculine friction in intimate stretches and impacts within his contacted rectum, beyond, and all the brush against him of warm, toned, naked flesh. Occasionally he would call out to his partner in a whisper: "harder, . . oh that's nice, . . . stay like that." He had flashes of gray about his sideburns and ears. They would sometimes reach to purse lips and kiss or tangle tongue tips together. 

"Spirit, the man, ahem. . . receiving, seems to be perhaps somewhat older than his partner."

"The man below is what in gay parlance is called a 'late cummer'. He had problems of sexual dysfunction because he was bullied and derided in his community, including from within his own immediate family for his evident sexual and gender preferences early on."

"Well surely there must have been some professional counseling available for him almost immediately."

"Are there no crisis centers at the State Hospital?" The ghost wagged his penis again to ring the little bell. 

Ebenezer squinted again. "You spirits will not achieve your objective by mocking me with my own words."

Suddenly two ugly gaunt children scampered out curiously from behind the ghost's robes. The clothes they wore were dirty and their bare feet were filthy. They grimaced derisive surly expressions at the naked copulating couple on the couch and pointed fingers at them, sounding grotesque cackles amid mouthing hateful curses. 

"Beware these two, Rev. Scribner Ebenezer. The girl represents hateful bigotry and the boy personifies ignorance. Their kind is profligate even among believing Christians in our time. Be mindful of the boy even more than the girl, for they could bring your safe sanctified world to a crashing calamity." 

Their curses, mean laughter, and pointing were now directed at Ebenezer. "You disgusting old filthy naked fag, what do you think you are trying to accomplish? "

Ebenezer could hear the penis bell ringing but looked around desperately, unable to find its owner. "Spirit don't leave me here alone and without clothes. . . I beg of you." 

to be continued . . .



A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 04



Ebenezer somehow found himself back near the rectory house on a fog bound night that one would expect to be bone-chilling clammy and cold, but he was still enveloped in comfortable warmth. Just a few feet away he caught site of an unfamiliar specter, very dark but with a sheen of foggy light, just enough to distinguish it in the moonless dark of night. It was the image of a very worn out but black full monk's cowl with almost skeletal hands and bony fingers at the end of the wide sleeves. The naked man could catch only very faint glimmers of morbid facial features within a very deep pulled over hood. He did not want to see more. 

"I take it, spirit that you are the final ghost that Jacob Moorfield identified for my visitation tonight. I can deduce that you are the ghost of winter solstices in the future?"

The ghost nodded affirmatively. He pointed toward the rectory front door. The structure seemed worn and shabbier ~ as if in need of a paint job and a host of small repairs. They entered through the door. Ebenezer recognized the deacon, Carnie Brutus, speaking with someone from the congregation he believed to be a local mortuary. "The Bishop will be here tomorrow. He seems confident that he can find a bright young seminarian to deliver the guest sermon for the holiday services Christmas eve and day. . . What's that? He was a great intellect, but not much of a personal touch. Someone more gregarious and approachable would be better suited here." 

Ebenezer's face turned ashen with a sullen look. "Spirit, are these images I witness here things that will occur for certain, or can the circumstances be altered from reformation of conduct?"

The morbid specter merely pointed back out the door. 

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The very odd couple were drifting through doors into the small bungalow Ebenezer knew to be the rented home of Bob Crocker. 

The family was seated by the lit hearth, excepting one. "Now Dad, it has been a comfort to us that our young ones have come back to live with us these last few days. They won't be going nowhere until the New Year." 

Bob Crocker cast a sad and sullen look, as if he had not heard a word his wife had just spoken. He finally responded. "Oh yes, Mother. You are right, a great comfort."

"Except you, Ginnie. If you keep rubbing them that way, you're going to hurt your eyes." 

"Oh Mother! Leave her as she is. Let her cry as long as she needs to." 

"I can't help it. Every time I walk into that little bathroom, I half expect to see our lovely Tim in the tub." The young woman blew her her nose and sobbed very quietly. 

Bob broke a very awkward silence. "Let me tell you all who I saw on my way out of the cemetery, today. It was Rev. Ebenezer's nephew, Fred. He is such a kind hearted soul. When I told him about Tim, he had a look of sincere shock and sorrow on his face. He told me how sorry he was for me and my wonderful family and assured me that Tim would have a place of honor in the roster of the fallen gay." 

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It was gloomy cloudy daylight back at the compound by the rundown church rectory again. "You can take me back to my bed in the rectory of the night of these visits now, Spirit. I can see starting tomorrow there will be need of some serious changes.."

The ghost was serious though and silently thrust his arm to point toward the entrance of the rectory such as he saw it now. Back inside, Ebenezer was not pleased to see the old Bishop, a man he did not hold in tolerable regard ~ someone he always felt the obligation toward being diplomatic and obsequious. The older cleric seemed to be holding court with the deacon and some trustees. 

"He thought he had everyone fooled for a sense of devotion, holier than thou. Don't think I don't know the unspoken understanding that both he and Moorfield were supposed to be celibate. . . The two frauds probably had a dirty little queer man's love nest going on here."

Ebenezer started to grow red in the face. 

"Look at this place. It could use some new blood in here. . . Moorfield was supposed to be the darling essayist in the Church Councils. If you ask me, they both just plagiarized C. S. Lewis and a couple of others. . . It just galls me to think I have to drive all the way back here between Christmas and the New Year to preside over the service for a queer that nobody had much use for, anyway." 

Ebenezer exploded despite knowing he could not be experienced by anyone but the ghost. "Well don't make the trip on my account, you bigoted hypocrite. You don't think I abstained from sex, huh? Well more fool me that I did so. Fuck y'all! From now on, it will be my privilege to be the preaching slut, and I don't care who knows it, you pucker-faced loveless sorry sons o' bitches. 

"Oh spirit in my heart I will keep the spirit of the winter solstice, Christmas, New Year, Valentine's Day and a whole lot more through the whole year. That, spirit, will be my inspiration to be a passionate loving man true to the man I love, true to all my friends, and true to my flock as guide in Christian faith.

"Oh spirit, I promise I will avoid wasting time with sterile and burdensome authority as much as possible and focus on my love and devotion for people who can be touched and those who are in true need. Spirit, give a foolish but horny man another chance. I will keep the festivities not just at this time of the year, but all year long, I will, I will, I will. Please spirit!" 

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Once again, the naked man who seemingly had been transported to different places and times found himself on the carpet of his frigid bedroom, although flaccid now. His hands seemed to be clasped together in fervent prayer. Being in the room was a good sign, but he could not be sure whether he was, in fact dead or still alive. If alive, he could not be sure how much longer he would remain so. He scrambled to climb into his antique bed and cover himself, figuring that he could at least muster that little defense on behalf of his mortality. He was emotionally exhausted and fell into deep slumber in seconds. 

The sun was rising in a frosty cloudless sky when the churchman's alarm clock went off and the church clock struck 7. When reaching for the bedside LCD clock to disengage the timed audio outburst, he noticed the date on the display ~ December 22. As profoundly fatigued as he still was. he was able to surmise that the 3 ghosts had been able to do their work all in one night.           

He hesitantly but hopefully slapped himself all about his naked parts under his covers with the palms of his hands, not least of all his gender organs and was delighted that the results were even better than he hoped for. "You horny devil," said the churchman out loud to himself. He threw back the covers and let out a yelp in response to the rush of below room temperature to all his exposure. 

He jumped out of the bed to scoot the short distance of the upstairs hall to the bathroom, tittering and giggling as would a naughty little boy who had gotten 'nekkid' in an inappropriate social setting, or an exuberant energetic youth streaking a girls' dormitory. As he turned the faucets of the shower, he was reminded that he had been without his night shirt throughout his time of slumber. Waiting for the shower water to heat, he started singing a song he remembered from the radio and TV ~ "I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt", as he wiggled his hips, his steadily aroused gender organ swinging back and forth allowing for rigidity. 

Having stepped into the shower, "ohhh, that's much better". He continued to bellow out the lyrics of the song at the top of his lungs. He announced to himself, being sexy as he was, wearing a night shirt even in the winter months was no longer necessary. Sleeping "au naturel" from now on would be quite sufficient. For decades, masturbation was a furtive, brief, and barely conscious regrettable but necessary expenditure of release. This morning of new beginnings, his sex life was to be celebrated as the catalyst and core of his love for himself, the very center of his love and sympathy for as many other fellow humans as he could be capable. As the jets of hot water soaked and warmed him, he grasped the shaft and head of his straining erection with a sense of conviction and deliberation that reminded him of physical pleasures he had not dived into since before his misadventure into over-commitments in assumptive ecclesiastical devotion. 

The thoughtful strategic squeezes synchronized with a grip of steady stroking prompted all those delicious feelings of heated rush into his loins, extending to his extremities and even his scalp being pounded by warm drenching liquid. He squatted some so that with exploratory fingers of his other hand, he could caress nuts in their wrinkled tickling sac, back across his crotch to the pinnacle of queer man erogenous desire, a twitching and delighted pucker. The tightness of hot electricity crept up on him faster than he expected and those hot convulsive but life-defining throbs started a gush of slithering shots of white male emission through the organ canal to blissfully squirt from the stretched open sweetly stimulated pee hole. He grunted enthusiastically to the heavenly sensation in each throb and spasm until his nuts were fully milked and orgasm finally ended. 

When he finished his shower, he toweled off stepping down the staircase still naked, eager to turn up the thermostat. He chuckled and conversed with himself. It seemed like days since he has worn any clothes. He was determined to find himself a lover and together they would enjoy hours on end of quality naked time. They would know how to keep warm in the cold winter weeks whether in a "love nest" at the rectory or elsewhere. 

Rather than bothering to return upstairs to dress, he reached into the downstairs cloak closet and covered himself with an overcoat. He was going to treat himself to something other than the usual dry cereal he usually prepares for himself for breakfast. He just brewed himself a cup of java from the coffee maker. He hurriedly dressed into his black pastor's vestments complete with collar, with a mischievous intent. He stepped out to clean some slick spots on the compound paths not thoroughly dealt with by Bob Crocker. He had to admit to himself that he enjoyed the brisk air of the morning of the shortest day of the year. He set the shovel and bag of salt aside to walk off the grounds and down the road to the nearby village. 

He enjoyed a hearty breakfast of both French toast and eggs Benedict at a cafe reputed to serve up a flavorful morning meal. Other patrons who recognized him were evidently surprised to see him there. He merely nodded, smiled back, greeting everyone softly, "Merry Solstice." From there, he patronized many of the small shops in the village for small gifts he intended to award that afternoon in the greatest spirit of generosity he had exhibited in years. 

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After a leisurely lunch, he approached the union hall with its festivity at about 2:30 PM. Among the gathering he noticed hanging about greeting each other at the entrance were the two young men he had disappointed and turned away the day before at the rectory vestibule. "Merry Solstice gentlemen, and I hope my fine friends are enjoying themselves this fine frosty afternoon."

"Rev. Ebenezer?"

"Yes gentlemen, and I must apologize for my conduct last evening. Please excuse a poor man of the church, I have few resources of my own. But having some authority within said church, we may reach some accommodation that could be useful to your commendable pursuits. . . Upon further reflection, I agree with you now that simply sending disconsolate and frightened young people for counseling on their own to various churches is not advisable. However I think I can be persuasive with the Church Council and the tri-state pastors association that church property in the manner of phone banks and 800 number accessibility can be made available for your purposes. Appeals can be made to psychological professionals among the parishioners and congregation members to volunteer to be of assistance." 

The two younger men responded open-mouthed in delighted surprise, but with some measure of disbelief. "Oh Rev. that is indeed good news. We hardly know what to say." 

"Well I say Merry Solstice. Now please come to visit me right away after the New Year. I cannot make any promises, but I intend to notify certain influential persons of these efforts right away and alert my own congregation during Christmas services of my participation, if you will allow me the privilege of some administration in this task." 

"Reverend, we would be delighted. And a Merry Christmas to you, sir."

He shook the hands of both men with such vigor that he was improving the circulation of all 3 men in the cold. "I look forward to our future associations, gentlemen. Good afternoon." 

He pleased the young man and woman at the registration table with a generous donation before removing his overcoat and winter effects to hang up on still available hooks on the wall of the entry hall. 

In the main hall, he recognized the table with all the Crockers and friends that had been presented to him by the ghost the night before. He approached the table in a way that he hoped no one would notice among those who sat there. It worked. "Mr Crocker," he snarled. 

Everyone at the table stopped talking and noticed him in his officious clerical vestments. Bob Crocker replied contritely. "Rev. Ebenezer! We are pleased that you have decided to join all of us here this afternoon, after all. Let us drink a toast to your good health." 

"That won't be necessary. I am so disappointed in the shiftless job you endeavored to clean off the snow and ice in the walk ways of the church compound, that I am going to. . . ." 

An old mischievous spark from years ago settled in the heart of the aging churchman and he could not help but be amused by the looks of dread among all those who sat at the table. ". . . Double your salary. That is if I can find the funds in the church budget." He reached into his bag and handed out gifts to everyone at the table. The astounded silence continued. "No my friends, I have not lost my senses, I have come to them. We are going to do our very best to enroll Tim here in the Church Councils' missions to aid the chronically ill. Meet me the day after Christmas Bob, and we will discuss your future with all the diocese."

"I ask everyone to raise your mug with me in a toast. We wish Rev. Ebenezer here a very Merry Solstice, a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year filled with many joys and proud accomplishments. . ." 

Young Tim chimed in, now. "And Blessings upon us all, everyone." 

"I will see you tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM."       

"My coffee will not have kicked in by then. Best make it 9:30." The cleric noticed his nephew across the room taking his seat at an available table with other friends, all of whom apparently just arrived at the union hall. "Now if all of you festive and good people would excuse my abrupt departure, I see others here that I am under obligation to greet and offer friendly solicitations." 

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"Uncle Scribner! This is the best surprise of the year for me." The hazel eyed young man in a sort of pagan tribal costume happily introduced his uncle to everyone at the table. When his new lover was identified to him, the older cleric embraced him and kissed him on both cheeks. 

"Such a handsome and no doubt brilliant young man. Fred, can you forgive me for being such a stubborn old fool?"

"Uncle, your being present today has made this the happiest solstice of my life."

"Fred, only now have I been able to notice how much you resemble your mother. I loved her so much, you know, and I should make up time and start to extend that love to you. It would please me to no end if you and your new intimate better half joined me for Christmas dinner at the rectory after the service."

The nephew hugged his uncle once again. "Of course we will be there, Uncle. . . . But there is someone at this table you did not seem to recognize ~ Prof. Beau Baudriard was someone you once had enjoyed a romantic liaison with, if am not mistaken, Uncle. "

The cleric shook hands with the strikingly handsome man of his own age again with a light in his eyes, as if he were encountering a miraculous revelation. The two men approached hugging, stepping back, and wordlessly hugging again in a hale of back slaps and back and forth sways.. His old love interest beamed back at him. 

"Ahhhem. . . . I am sure you two birds of a very wise feather have a lot of catching up to do." 

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"Please forgive me for not recognizing you right away, Beau. Pathetic as it might sound, I need for you to forgive me for so many things. You still look amazing to me." They had found a small table to one side of the main room, but they found it difficult to hear each other as the open space filled in celebration and music.  

"Scrib, I would say we are still a couple of hot daddies, despite those pallid church rags you wear. All the slights and frustrations that annoyed me all those years ago would drop away like so many stale tears if you let me do what I hankered for back then. Let me pick you up. Come back with me to my motel room so we can at least try to become the happy queer couple we should have become years ago."

The man in black did not have to say anything. His manhood twitched and then sprang to life under his trousers. He just continued to smile across the table with the special light in his eyes and grab at his partner's hand, so delighted to be propositioned.

As they sat up from the table to leave the union hall, Ebenezer noticed two young youths he recognized from his adventures the night before. "Before we leave, I see some acquaintances I need to greet and impart some words of wisdom." 

"Don't take long. We have got so much catching up to do."

Ebenezer approached a table where a short but muscular young man with short dark hair, a short cropped mustache and goatee was seated on the lap of a taller youth with shoulder length black hair. They were openly nuzzling in a very affectionate manner. "I have a solstice surprise for you two. Let me give you my cell phone number for when you two would like to take your lovemaking further." The older man was bright eyed and smiling while notifying seemingly two strangers of their special gift. "When you call, I will give you directions to my partner's and my motel. Call back when you arrive and we will put you up in your own room. It will be our treat."

They both broke out in broad grins. "Thank you so much. What a cool old dude you have become Reverend. Merry Solstice!" 

Ebenezer smiled smugly to himself as he walked back to accompany his new partner. "That 's what I am going to become: a cool old dude." 

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In Beau's pricey import sedan, Ebenezer sat close to his new partner, caressing the inside of his thigh, lightly and not too firmly tracing fingers about a concealed nut sac and up an excited man organ that writhed under inhibiting constraints. He did not want to distract the driver to the point of creating a dangerous situation. 

"Oh that feels nice, Scrib. This is as far as the two of us have taken it years ago. We should have run to further bases and home plate back then."

"I know now that you were right all along, Beau. You have no intimate attachments, now do you? Please be my lover and we will make up for lost time. I was so sorry to hear about Bertie." 

"And I was sorry to hear about Jacob. You get me hot and bothered as much as you did years ago. If you were never intimate with Jacob and you are still a virgin, you are going to be my new star pupil." 

Ebenezer chuckled in reply. "And I will be your most willing student. I want to learn it all."




A Carol for Rev. Ebenezer Ch. 04



"Fred's new significant other was my previous star pupil, but just in a professional institutional sense. Thank the saints and spirits that Fred came along when he did. My student wanted our relationship to become physical and came on to me very aggressively. When it was brought to my attention that Fred is your nephew, I was hoping I would run into you. It just so happened that we had a research associates' conference at the state college campus yesterday."

"What 's my first lesson?" 

"Well let 's see. . . Over 400 species in the animal kingdom have specimens that enjoy same-sex physical relations. Not just for humans, but it seems for many other species, sex serves as a bonding function that cements social allegiance, as well as for procreation, thereby helping to assure survival of most in the group. Intercourse involving contact with the anus and internal rectum also seems to enable socializing bonds, between or within partnerships of the two sexes. Just like the urethra in the penis is used to eliminate liquid wastes for the male but also serves a function of passing along important sexual fluids, a secondary function of the posterior orifice serves an appealing sexual need." 

"in our case, better late than never, right Beau?"

"Scrib, maybe for the solstice it would be appropriate for me to take your cherry, but I would like you to fuck me to inaugurate our love. When we were so seriously attracted to each other years ago, my fantasies centered on submitting to your horny lusts for me." 

"And I lust for you again, Beau. We will do it all starting this afternoon. You are the teacher, so you call the shots." 

"One day I will even explain the intricate miracles of the human female vulva. That little flirt Larissa Fundywhistle certainly has been an enthusiast in that department."

"Enthusiastic about what other girls have, you mean?" 

"She just about threw herself at every girl her own age for miles around. Her tastes were prone to the lavish, though. She ended up partnering permanently with Elsie Furrierman."

"Who?"

"You really weren't paying attention, back then. She was the daughter of the president of my school and had a reputation for being graced with the hairiest puss bush of any girl at any of the schools for miles around." 

"HA! HA! She wasn't going to settle for anything but the sexiest, eh? We have so much catching up to do, Beau."  

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Two naked aroused men lay kissing and caressing each other on the made up queen size bed of a motel room. Their physical explorations were unrestrained. When they entered the room, they immediately kissed passionately and unzipped each others' flies. The intent tactile attentions of exposed ready and aroused male organs was the unspoken first order of business. 

"Oh Scrib, let' s first have a taste of each others' orgasms. We can suck each other off at the same time." 

Two naked middle aged men set themselves on the bed, head to lower torso. Ebenezer marveled at the appealing dense flavor of turgid man cock in his mouth, mixed with the salty and spicy flow of excitement juice that discharged so liberally from his partner's pee hole. But he could not avoid a focus on the intent and capable sweep of wet tongue against his own needy flesh. He twitched in enthusiastic response and his organ was shuffled about palate, cheeks, and ultimately the tip of his nub was drawn against a tight opening of the throat. That is when the buildup of heat and charged electricity at the root of his cock snapped and an eruption of his warm creamy male climax throbbed through the dilated passage at the center of his organ out a sensitized piss slit, splashing into his partner's attentive mouth. 

The craftily experienced partner knew to sweep his pressured tongue against the underside of the organ quickly up and over to sweep away each tasty discharge of fresh load, following every throb, thereby prompting heated intensity in the next spasm. The ejaculation from flinching cock meat seemed to go on forever. 

Ebenezer was determined to do his best to reciprocate. He sucked at the end of his partner's 8 inch uncut cock like a demon. Finally, he was delighted to hear his partner's grunts and moans, the expanded flesh in his mouth seemed to soften, and he greedily sucked back the earthy and flavorful emission as it emerged from the male opening in little dollops of fruitful sexual offering.  

When their session ended, breathing hard, they wrapped themselves into each others' arms and again kissed passionately, tasting little residual remnants of their own cum. "Beau, this feels so right, and you are still such a sexy hunk of a guy, let's spend most of our time alone together nude." 

"I can't imagine our lives together any other way." The two fell asleep in each others' arms. They awoke about 35 minutes later. Beau smiled and winked at his partner. Are you spent now, or are you ready for more action?" 

"I thought the deal was that I was going to fuck you."

"Oh, but you are. A man of the church, you will be my missionary. I will lie under you, supine and passive, but open and available. . . I have a tube of lube somewhere in my suitcase, but I am going to be so excited and ready to receive your horny advances, you can just prep my hole down there yourself." He smiled and winked at Ebenezer again. 

Despite the partner's inexperience, he understood the gesture. A pillow was fitted under the small of Beau's back and his toned hairy legs were thrown back, so that his still appealing and muscular ass cheeks were raised and ready for Scribner's urgent attentions. He spread the submissive man's cheeks open with his fingers and brought his face level to the sought after target. With deft lips, tongue and smacking lips, he licked and smooched the appointed sweet little star fish with all the gusto and fervor of a sexual lunatic, again not disappointed in the least with a new earthy flavor.    

Joyous low-pitched little throaty grunts arose from Beau's chest. "You suck ass with the best of them, Rev. Ebenezer. Now start to poke me there with wet fingers and explore." 

The attending partner slobbered a coating of spittle on to his fingers and first poked one and then another into a warm most personal cavern twisting them as he pushed deeper. "I have nothing to hide from my stud pie. My love hole is going to be as much for your pleasure as mine. Now move your fingers up a few inches right behind the base of my cock. . . . Feel that soft little bump? That 's my prostate, the proverbial 'p' spot. . . That's right, no need to jab me there, just rub it a little gently. . . . Ooooohhh that feels so great. When a man I love has got me naked and vulnerable, and is invading my love hole one way or another to rub my 'p' spot and beyond, that is when I know I am really alive. If all the troubles and cares in my life lead to moments like this, then they are all worth it. . . Now, love of my life, get your gorgeous joy stick slicked up and prepare to line it up to the portal of a heaven where the sun never shines."   

The willing student did as he was told applying enough pressure that he knew he was not going to miss the desired target, but without actually breaching his new lover. Warm naked flesh clashed and the man at the top would reach to kiss with plenty of mating tongue, otherwise sucking little love nibbles on the stretched open neck of the other. The man on the bottom signaled his lover with a look of intention and need. Ebenezer partly used the grounding of the bed mattress and partly grasped at the hips of his lover to breech and sink his hungry 6 1/2 inches into inviting man hole for the first time. He was radiant with the sensation of wet very hot clasping velvet flesh against his excited manhood. With the top of his pulsing nub, he could feel the little soft bump that was the 'p' spot of his delirious partner. He stopped and twisted himself there for a few seconds, and then pushed beyond up to his hilt, cramming the coarse but soft hairs of his nest of man tuft into the crotch of his partner below and tickling the underside of his nut sac. 

"Bless the spirits, Beau Baudridge, this is all so beautiful, why didn't I do these things years ago? Merry Solstice!"   

"And Blessings upon us all! Now drill my ass and fuck me silly."