Stories about & for us Queers

“Good, Good, well come on, don’t just stand there.... come inside and have a pew on the couch there while I go get us some coffee. Sugar and Cream?”

“No, black with one sugar will be fine.”

Russ watched as Kevin sat down on the couch. His memory of the young Kevin was sharp in his mind, he was one of Russ’ special boys. There was a certain special spot in his heart for a few of his boys, and Kevin had a large chunk of that special spot. My he had grown up into an even more handsome young man than when he was that rebellious teenager. Russ smiled as he trotted into the kitchen to get the coffee. Well visitors so early in the morning, and not only a visitor, but one of his special boys. This was certainly starting off to be one royal glorious day.

He came back into his living room to see the tall young man standing by his wall of favorites. A collection of photo’s from his years as choir master and Sunday school principle. He had a whole wall devoted to the young boys that had struck his fancy in his almost 25 years as a man of the cloth. Russ had entered the priesthood at the young tender age of 18 and here he was, 44 and newly retired from his life as a priest, no longer needing to hide his devotion to a God of love, no longer needing to hide his desire for another male’s flesh.

The first thing he had done, when moving into this house had been to gather his hundreds of photo’s and display them on one full side of the living room wall. Most of the wall was covered with the obligatory class group pictures, symbolizing his many years as a priest. But he had taken almost one third of the wall to set aside for those he called his special boys. They didn’t number more than 15, but he had several photo’s of each, some with other’s, but mostly single pictures, taken at a function or at some private moment. IT was at this end of the wall that he found Kevin, his eyes roaving the myriad of shots.

“Well , here we are... come sit down and enjoy your coffee now Kevin.”

“Your wall of trouble maker’s Father?”

“heh, well that might be one way to look at it I suppose.” “Am I in there Father?”

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