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Russ watched the young man bending down. He saw the young firm body as it wiped away the coffee from the wooden floor. His eyes were glued to every movement of the young muscular body while his brain kept comparing this tall young man with the gangly youth he knew before. He could clearly see the resemblance and he was starting to feel excited at having this special young boy here in his home now. Well at least he didn’t have to pretend that he was unmoved by the youth’s grace and composure. With that in mind, he closed his robe around his middle, covering up the stirring parts of his body.

Kevin had seen the quick movement out of hte corner of his eys and he smiled to himself as he finished wiping up the spilt coffee. Well at least the old guy didn’t pass out on him. He rose to look down as Father Russ and with a wide grin on his face he walked to put away the wet cloths.

“Here Father Russ..... I brought you a fresh cup of coffee.... now let’s try not to drop this one...hehe”

“You always were a rascal Kevin MacNeely..... that you were.”

Russ took a careful sip of the hot coffee and watched the graceful young man move to a chair off to the side. He certainly had grown up to be a very handsome young man. And now he was here, and there was no restrictions on him, no authority to prevent him from expressing his feelings and the idea of confessing his own desires to this fine specimen of a man certainly made parts of him stand up at attention. A smile crossed his face as he sipped at the bitter coffee. Seems young Kevin didn’t put any sugar in it.

Kevin looked at his watch, seeing that time was fleeting and he had to get a move on. He also notice the way that Russ moved on the couch, hiding the obvious growth in his middle leg. Well, it was kind of flattering to know he still could excite this man who he loved ever since he was introduced to him back at the church. Those certainly were different times, confusing one’s but at least now they were less confusing if not more hectic and dangerous.

“Father, I need your help.” “My help? And just how can I help you Kevin?”

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