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Subject: {ASSM} The Family Church - Chapter One
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Date: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 07:12:35 -0500
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I had just turned fourteen when my family and I were introduced to the
Family Church and to Father James Mulcahey, and, as it turned out, it
became the most important event in my young life.  Out of the blue, one
Friday night after dinner my mother sat me down for what she termed as a
serious talk.  I thought I was in some kind of trouble until she started
out by telling me that she and my father had just joined a church.



   "A church?" I asked.  "What ever made you decide to join a church?" I
had always regarded my parents as super cool, even sexier than most.  My
mother, in particular exuded sex in the way she dressed and carried
herself. I always took a little pride in her ability to grab the obvious
attention of men.  My friends were always telling me how sexy she was.  But
a church.  What brought this on.



   "Honey," she said, "it's a different kind of church.  Very different. 
And your father and I are not sure if it is for you.  The pastor surprised
us when he suggested we should include our children and we are really not
sure if you are old enough.  So he wants to talk to you about it."



   "You want me to talk with a priest?  About finding religion?  Please
spare me the waste of time."



   "I want you to do it for me.  Let' call it a conference just to see how
you feel about the whole thing.  It would, at least, help you understand
why we are doing this at this stage of pour lives."



   And so very reluctantly I agreed and was even more put off when I found
out that the church was some thirty miles west of Cambridge where we lived
out in the woods near Grafton.  It had to be different to make someone
travel that far on a Sunday morning.  The church building looked more like
some private school, which, at one time it happened to be.  We were met at
the door by a Sister Jean, a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in an
all-white nun's habit with a halo crown.  What seemed weird, though, was
that the skirt was mini, hanging just below the crotch and well above the
knees.  It was the first tip that things were different around there.  She
was hot?



   Sister Jean directed my mother to a comfortable seat in the lobby and
took me to a smallish room where a conference table and six chairs took up
most of the available space.  I was alone for less than five minutes when I
heard the heavy footsteps of Father Mulcahey.  When the door opened I was
stunned.  Father Mulcahey stood six-five at leasst, and he was as handsome
as a movie star with a smile as big as Fenway Park.  He was wearing a long
black cassock and collar and looked as much a priest as anyone could.



   "Stephen," he said.  "I'm so glad to see you.  Please call me Father
Jim.!" And in just those few words all of my nervousness disappeared.  I
liked him immediately And who could blame me.  He was mesmeric.  "We're
here to see if The Family Church is a good fit for you, right?  So tell me,
Stephen what have your parents told you so far about the Family Church?"



   "Nothing, really.  Except that it was different from other churches and
they had decided to join."



   "How old are you now?"



   "I just turned fourteen."



   "In my experience that is exactly the right age for young boy to want to
be part of the church, a little younger for girls and that's what I told
your parents.  But there are exceptions.  Oddly enough the exceptions are
usually the result of the influence of more conventional religions."



   I hadn't a clue what he was trying to say.  "To be honest, Father I am
not much for religion.  So my feeling is that I probably ought to pass at
this time."



   "Excellent.  As I was saying our concept of religion appeals most to
those who have not been subject to the more accepted mores.  If we are to
determine your suitability I should ask you some very personal questions
and they are not intended to embarrass you in any way."



   I didn't like the sound of that at all.  "What kind of questions?"



   "I am going to guess that given your age you are on the brink of puberty
and your hormones are raging.  You find yourself getting erections at the
most inopportune times.  You get called on to stand up in class and there
it is and you can't do anything about it"



   My throat had jammed shut and I couldn't answer him.



   "It happens to all the boys at your age.  although some boys are
naturally sexier than others.  So tell me, Stephen, and don't be
embarrassed to answer me honestly.  But when you jerk off are you more
inclined to think about boys than girls?"



   I fell into a spasm of coughing that didn't want to stop.



   "I'm sorry I don't have any water," he said.



   When I was finally able to speak I said, "You think I am a fag......,.
.My parents must think I'm a fag is that what this is all about?"



   Father Jim's tone of voice quieted and he went on to explain, "Stephen
what you should know and what your parents were too shy to tell you is that
the Family Church is rooted in the belief that sex and sexual pleasures are
the ultimate gift from God.  We believe in free love.  We believe in the
special joys of homosexual sex.  We believe in family sex.  We believe that
sex in all of its manifestations brings people together in so many
wonderful ways.



   "The reason I asked the question about boys and girls is just a hunch I
had about you.  You are unusually pretty for a boy.  And most boys who are
as pretty as you tend to be at the very least bi-sexual.  Boys like you
tend to attract attention from other males which can lead to homosexual
experiences.  And once you have discovered the excitement and the thrills
of male to male sex you can become lost in it.  Has that ever happened to
you?  Have you been with man or boy?"



   I was so glad that my groin area was hidden beneath the table because I
had erected.  I was excruciatingly hard.  My cock cried out for
rearrangement and I tried to do manage it without being obvious



   "Not yet but I want to," I admitted "I think about it all the time." I
should have been embarrassed to admit that but after listening to Father
Jim I knew we were on the same page.



   But I am sure you have grown men look at you in that certain way. 
Perhaps at the mall or in public rest rooms." His voice was almost
hypnotic.



   "It happens all the time and I've seen their bulges, too."



   "It's all very natural," the priest said.  In earlier societies sex
between boys and men was wholly encouraged."



   "And the church likes that idea?"



   "Very much so!  And when I mentioned family sex did you understand what
I was saying?"



   "You're talking about incest."



   "Exactly.  And how does that sit with you."



   "You mean you want me to get it on with my mother?"



   "And your father.  Your father is particularly interest in having sex
with you and I can't blame him."



   "Did he tell you that?"



   "He did, indeed.  His only question was whether the idea would interest
you."



   I had to take a second to run this new surprise through my mind never
having had the slightest thought about it before.  I thought about my
father sexually for the first time.  He was very good looking and a really
sexy guy.  Not a big guy but very sexy.  He was probably the last person I
would ever believe was into gay sex.



   "The idea interests me a lot.  I want to do it with him."



   "You mentioned, and I believe you are being honest about it, that you
are still a virgin sexually."



   "Yes."



   "I don't want to take advantage of you in our confessor-penitent
relationship But would you like to change that status tonight with me?"



   "Wow, would I.  I think that would be so great.  You mean you would let
me suck your cock?"



   "And vice versa," Father said with an ear to ear grin.



   "What about my mother.  She's waiting in the lobby."



   "With your acceptance of the church your life has changed
instantaneously.  You will be able talk sex with your mother, have sex with
your mother get undressed and walk around the house naked as you wish. 
Your parents are as of this moment your sex partners.  We will ask her to
join us in the sex room."



   "Father, I don't really mind getting it on with my mother but right now
I am sort of into gay if you know what I mean."



   "Then I will tell her exactly that and she will understand perfectly."



   He stood up and I had forgotten how big he really was.  I stood up with
him and we saw and smiled at the tents protruding below.  His seemed to
have more freedom in the way what promised to be an immense cock stood out
and I doubted if he was wearing any clothes at all beneath the cassock.  He
took took me by the hand and, with both erections on full display led me
through the door.



















































































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