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   EASTER SUNDAY

   "Rise and shine!" Dad said, shaking my foot.  You have to get ready for
the sunrise service.  For years, Ray looked forward to going to church
services.  He attended Sunday school, the Sunday Morning service, the
Sunday evening service and the Wednesday prayer meeting, in addition to
church youth activities, and particularly enjoyed the annual Easter Sunday
Sunrise Service, held at the Sylvan Beach Park on Karankawa Bay.

   Ray now felt a sense of dread at the prospect of being surrounded by
good Christians after his recent sinful sexual activities.  I tried to tell
him that everything would be cool.  He couldn't imagine at that time that
he would become an agnostic in four years, if he stayed on my previous
life's timeline.  But that lifetime's timeline had already changed in this
lifetime.  My sex life consisted solely of masturbation until I joined the
navy, two weeks before my 18th birthday.

   Instead of feeling joy about his newly discovered sexual freedom.  He
felt guilt and fear of divine retribution.  Somehow, everyone at the
sunrise service was going to know that he was a sinner and a hypocrite.  He
considered telling Mom that he had a headache and felt nauseous.  But that
would mean that he wouldn't be able to go to school Monday, and wouldn't
have the opportunity to meet the second grader who gave four bit blowjobs.

   The temptation outweighed the fear, and he got dressed in his
Sunday-go-to-meetin' blue suit and two toned blue tie.  Unlike most kids,
Ray liked wearing suits and ties.  I liked wearing suits and ties.  I liked
the way I looked.  In 1974, when I became a newspaper reporter, I always
wore suits and ties to work.  All other print journalists wore casual
clothes.  Even newspaper photographers, the weirdest folks in the
journalism profession, wore suits up through the 1960s.  The shift to
casual wear must have taken place in the late 60s or early 70s.  I was the
oddball in every newsroom in which I worked for my entire career.

   The kid dressed and looked at himself in his mother's full length
mirror. He wasn't happy with what he saw.  A skinny shy kid with freckles,
and unmanly lips and chin.

   He thought manly men had thin lips and strong chins.  Most of his
maternal uncles has dimples or deep clefts in their chins.  He did not have
a weak chin, and his lips were not feminine.  Women love those lips, I
tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen.  Damn!  I exclaimed you are a
good looking kid.  Forget the fucking freckles.

   He heard me.  Not exactly verbatim hearing.  But he picked up the sense
of what I was expressing.  He looked at himself in a new light.  He was
better looking than most of his friends.  No pimples.  No zits.  Perfect
teeth.  He smiled at his reflection.

   "Fuck the freckles," he whispered, shocking himself.  Ray's Sunday
School teacher, Mr.  Rudder, stopped at the curb to give Ray and Eddie a
ride to the service.  Stand straight, I said.  Walk tall, shoulders back,
chest out, hold your head high.  If you slump and look guilty, people will
know something's wrong.

   Ray did it!  He followed my instructions.  I was starting to get through
to him.  He wasn't hearing my words, like hearing a voice in his head.  He
was beginning to perceive my thoughts as though they were his own.

   "Is that a new suit?" Mr.  Rudder asked.

   "No sir."

   "Are you wearing your hair differently?"

   "No sir."

   "Something's different," he said, looking puzzled.

   Ray and Eddie got into the rear seat and rode to the park.  Mr.  Rudder
adjusted his rear view mirror, and kept glancing at Ray, who was getting
nervous.  Smile at him.  Look confident.  The next time Mr.  Rudder glanced
at the mirror, Ray smiled.  It wasn't the most confident smile on earth. 
There was a hint of nervousness and shyness.  Mr.  Rudder smiled back.

   Holy shit!  I realized that the Sunday School teacher was sexually
attracted to his 12-year-old student.

   Ray instantly rejected the thought as obviously preposterous.  "A queer
Sunday School teacher?  Impossible." He was married.  His wife was sitting
in the front seat with him.

   When they arrived at the park, Mr.  Rudder said, "Meet me here after the
service.  I have to go join the choir." He placed a hand on Ray's shoulder
and gave it a gentle squeeze.

   Ray glanced down, and thought he perceived a slight bulge in Mr. 
Rudder's pants just before the teacher put on his suit coat and buttoned
it. Again, he rejected the idea that Mr.  Rudder could be sexually
attracted to him.

   "You're Ray Gordon, aren't you?" A woman's voice asked.

   Ray turned an saw a pretty petite green eyed redheaded woman wearing a
long yellow A line dress that accentuated her breasts and hips.

   "Yes ma'am."

   I'm Glenda Whitcome, Georgia Self's room mate."

   Ray thought for a moment, trying to figure out who Georgia Self was. 
Then it dawned on him.  "Miss Self?  My fifth grade teacher?"

   "Yes.  She told me what a bright student you were and how much she
enjoyed having you in her class.  I teach English at Arron Cook Junior
High. Maybe I'll have you in my class next year."

   "I hope so," Ray blurted without thinking.

   His enthusiastic response took the teacher by surprise.  "I hope so
too," she replied.  She cocked her head and looked at him strangely.

   Ray and the teacher were standing side by side when the service began.
His mind wasn't on the service.  He kept stealing looks at the woman, who
looked young enough to be a high school student.  He was admiring her
shapely ass when she turned and caught him in the act.  He blushed
brightly. She smiled at him and returned her attention to the sermon.

   After the service, Ray and Eddie headed back to his Sunday school
teacher's car.

   "She's not wearing nothing under that dress," Eddie whispered.

   "Who?"

   "That teacher you were talking to."

   Ray turned and looked to see Miss Whitcomb backlit by the rising sun. 
In her silhouette, between her legs he could see pubic hair.

   "I'll be damned."

   "Watch it, potty mouth," Eddie chuckled.  "You're in church."

   Ray was wearing an older pair of briefs, and his dick had slipped out
through the left leg hole.  It was now fully erect and protruding obscenely
in his suit pants.  Fortunately, his suit coat concealed the bulge.

   Mr.  Rudder arrived and said, "Mrs.  Rudder was riding to the church
nursery with a friend.  You can ride shotgun, Ray."

   The Sunday school teacher got in, sat in the driver's seat, then reached
over and unlocked the doors.  In the process of getting into the car, Ray's
coat fell open, and Mr.  Rudder saw the bulge.

   "Will you be going to Palacios this summer?"

   "Yes sir," Ray responded.  He went to the Baptist encampment there for
two weeks every summer.

   "Maybe you'll be assigned to my bunkhouse," Mr.  Rudder said, reaching
over and giving Ray's left knee an affectionate squeeze.

   Ray was uncomfortable, and looked back at Eddie who was grinning like an
idiot.

   When Mr.  Rudder dropped them off at their house, he said, "I'll give
y'all a ride to Sunday school."

   "Uh...that's okay.  We can walk.  It's not that far."

   "Nonsense.  Let me give you a lift."

   "That would be great," Eddie said.  "Thanks."

   Ray glared at his little brother, who grinned back at him.

   "Your queer Sunday school teacher wants to suck your cock."

   "Do you really think he's queer?"

   "Didn't you see his eyes bug out when he saw the lump in your pants?  It
looked almost like in the cartoons."

   "Miss Whitcome caused that, not him."

   "He doesn't know that."

   Ray tried to act disgusted at the thought of a grown man sucking his
cock, but the vision of Mr.  Rudder, a 40-something manly man, down on his
knees sucking Ray's cock turned him on.

   He thought his cock was as hard as it could possibly get until he walked
into the house and saw his mother, who was wearing her usual old thin
cotton floral print front button house dress.  Usual, except that the top
three or four buttons were missing, exposing a lot of cleavage.

   Ray and Eddie came to an abrupt halt and stared.

   "I guess I'm going to have to go on a diet.  The buttons just popped
off."

   Mom was always struggling with her weight.  I never thought of her as
fat.  She was plump and firm with no sign of flab, voluptuous, like Peter
Paul Rubens' women, only with bigger boobs.  She would slim down a little
then quickly gain it back.  She had wonderful tits and ass.

   Eddie rushed to her, buried his face in her cleavage and kissed each
breast.  He backed away when she released him, and she opened her arms for
Ray.  Ray also buried his face in her bosom, and I got him to nuzzle in and
hug her tightly.  A little moan escaped her lips as her right hand pressed
the back of his head, and she moved left and right.  The movement was
barely perceptible, but it was there, and Ray noticed.

   Eddie wasn't paying attention.  He was taking his jacket off and
loosening his tie.

   Ray had surprised himself by nuzzling into Mom's cleavage.  He had
expected her to push him away, the way she pushed Eddie away the first time
he kissed her tits.  But she didn't push him away.  She hugged him tighter
and pressed his face deeper into her cleavage.  She liked it.  Mom liked
it. When she released him, he looked into her eyes and saw something he
hadn't seen before.  It was love, but it was something more than deep
maternal affection.  Ray couldn't see it for what it was, but I could. 
Lust.  Ray instantly rejected the thought.  No way his mother could have
the hots for him.

   Life was getting very interesting.  It definitely wasn't going to be the
same boring childhood I had experienced before.

   Mom held Ray's shoulders at arms' length, and looked him up and down. 
"You're growing up so fast," she said, before noticing the bulge in his
pants.  When she did notice, her eyes widened, and she sighed, "So fast."

   The moment she released him, Ray rushed to the bathroom, pulled his cock
out and jacked off.  He then went to his bedroom and changed into a newer,
tighter pair of briefs.  He shoved his cock and balls down between his legs
and pulled the briefs up snugly.

   Ray and Eddie finished breakfast just as Mr.  Rudder honked his horn. 
"You ride shotgun this time," Ray said.

   "No thanks.  I'll let you."

   "Come on, Eddie.  Please."

   "Okay.  But you owe me."

   Ray got into the back seat, behind the Sunday school teacher.  Eddie
slid into the front passenger seat.  Mr.  Rudder was momentarily
disappointed.  Then he looked down at the boy's crotch, where Eddie proudly
sported a boner.

   "What grade are you in, Eddie?" he asked.

   "Fourth grade, sir."

   "Then you'll be in my class next year," Mr.  Rudder said.  He had fifth
and sixth graders in his class.

   "Cool," Eddie replied.

   "Yes," Mr.  Rudder said.  "Cool.  in deed."

   The Sunday school lesson that day departed from the lesson plan.  Mr. 
Rudder told the class about David's friendship with Saul's son, Jonathan,
and how Jonathan's love saved David from Saul's wrath on several occasions.


   After Saul and Jonathan were killed in battle, David lamented.  Mr. 
Rudder quoted 2 Samuel 2:26 "I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan:
very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing
the love of women."

   The teacher looked directly at Ray during the last part of the quote. 
Ray was stunned.  Mr.  Rudder made it sound like David was queer.

   Mr.  Rudder looked at him the way Dad looked at a medium rare charcoal
broiled T bone steak.

   After Sunday school, Ray met Eddie and they went to the church service
together.  It was the first day of a revival week, and the guest preacher
was an evangelist from Alabama.  The sermon was on Paul's letter to the
Hebrews and the Melchizedek priesthood.  The evangelist's deep south drawl
made the name sound like Mel Cheesy Dick, and the name had to me mentioned
at least three times a minute for at least 30 minutes.  Ray and Eddie's
faces nearly turned purple, trying to suppress giggles.

   Ray and Eddie left the church through a side door, cut acroos the church
property, across Palmetto highway, across Frank Caufield Eelmentary School
property, behind Arron Cook Junior High then followed The Canal (Really
just a big drainage ditch) to Third Avenue, and then home.

   "How did you boys like the sermon?" Mom asked.

   "It was alright," Ray said.  "It was about Paul's Letter to the
Hebrews."

   "And Mel Cheesy Dick?" Mom asked, imitating the evangelist's elongated
Alabama drawl."

   Ray and Eddie lost it.  They were rolling on the floor with laughter.

   "No one in the church laughed?" She asked.

   "No," Ray laughed.  "I nearly lost it a couple of times.  Eddie's was
turning purple."

   "I'll bet that son of a bitch does that on purpose to make the
congregation feel guilty for thinking about dicks in church during a sermon
about Jesus' priesthood," Mom laughed.

   Ray was stunned.  Mom said 'son of a bitch,' 'dicks' and 'Jesus' in the
same sentence.

   She was wearing the same house dress, with the unbuttoned top tucked in
instead of laying out like lapels.

   "Y'all get out of those suits before you mess them up."

   Eddie got up, hugged Mom and kissed each of her tits.  He went to his
room, untying his tie.

   Ray hugged her and again nuzzled his face deep into her cleavage.  She
hugged him tightly, pressing a hand against the top of his head, and
pressing her breasts against his face.

   "Mmmm," She sighed.

   Ray kissed her right breast, right at the edge of the fabric, which
couldn't have been too far from her nipple.  She pressed her breast against
his lips.  They repeated it on her left breast.

   "They're beautiful, Mom," I said, and the words came out of Ray's Mouth.
"Your titties are beautiful."

   She blushed and smiled, and whispered, "I'm glad you like my titties."

   Ray went to the bathroom, jacked off again, then changed out of his
suit. They had their traditional Sunday lunch; fried chicken, mashed
potatoes with cream gravy, green beans, and homemade apple pie a la mode.

   Rex arrived after lunch and Eddie went off with him.  Ray helped Mom
wash dishes, looking longingly at her tits the whole time.

   When he finished drying the last dish, Mom hugged him.  He repeated his
actions from the last time, except this time, his lips lingered along the
border of flesh and fabric, kissing fron cleavage to right shoulder and
back to cleavage, where he buried his face as deeply as possible before
kissing along the border to her left shoulder and back down again.  He kept
expecting her to stop him, but she never did, He kissed her cleavage from
top to bottom on one side and from bottom to top on the other.

   "That feels so nice, Baby."

   "You like it?" Ray asked.

   "Yesss," Mom sighed.  "I know I shouldn't let you.  But I love it."

   Ray continued kissing every square inch of her exposed flesh, and she
didn't stop him.  She caressed the back of his head, and his back and made
little pleasure sounds.  He decided to see how far his mother would allow
him to go, and he grasped her left tit with his right hand and squeezed.

   "Whoa," she said grabbing his right wrist.

   "I'm sorry."

   "Gentle.  Be gentle.  Caress and fondle."

   He thought he had gone to far.  He thought he had reached the limit. 
But his mother didn't stop him.  She instructed him.

   He fondled both boobs while kissing them.  Without looking, he fumbled
with the top button.  She moved his hand out of the way.

   Again, he assumed he had reached the limit.

   She unbuttoned it herself.  She unbuttoned it and the next two while her
son watched in awe.

   They heard the front door open and she quickly rebuttoned.

   Eddie and Rex entered, and Eddie motioned for Ray to follow them to
Eddie's room.

   Ray looked at Mom, who game him her warm, reassuring maternal smile. 
She put her hands on either side of his face and kissed his lips.  The kiss
lingered for two seconds, and she whispered, "We have plenty of time. 
Don't fret."

   He turned to leave, then turned back and placed both hands on her
breasts.  She smiled, placed both hands on top of his, squeezed and
whispered, "I love you so much, Ray."

   "I love you, Mom."

   "Now, go see what your brother wants.  From his expression, it must be
something naughty.  I hope he didn't tell Rex about kissing my tits."

   "He wouldn't do that.  It's something else."

   "Then you know what it's about?"

   Ray nodded.

   "Tell me later."

   Ray went into Eddie's room, and Eddie closed the door.

   "Ricky's not doing it under the Ninth Street bridge anymore.  Two Junior
High kids threatened to beat him up if he didn't suck their cocks and give
them all of his money.  From now on, if you want him to suck your cock, you
have to find a safe place."

   Eddie looked at Ray pleadingly, and asked.  "Do you know a safe place?"

   Ray knew that Eddie wanted to tell Rex about the oleander cave.  He
thought a moment and said, "Yeah.  Sherwood Forest."

   Sherwood Forest was one square block of undeveloped land.  Small wood
frame houses build before or during WWII were to the north, west and south
of Sherwood Forest.  The Pleasant Valley III subdivision was to the east.
It was completed in 1953, and the Gordons were one of the first families to
move in.  Ray and Eddie had played in nearly all of the homes while under
construction.

   The Haunted House, a derelict, boarded-up Victorian cottage was in the
center of Sherwood Forest.  nearby, a rusted water tank sat atop a 20 foot
tall derrick that was over grown with vines.  Inside the derrick was
another of Ray's secret jack off spots.

   "Yeah," Eddie agreed.  "Why didn't I think of that.  There are lots of
places to hide."

   "The northwest corner has the thickest growth," Ray said.  "You can only
get in from the south."

   "That's a long way from the school," Rex said.  "I don't know if he'll
want to go that far.  He's only seven years old."

   "Where does he live?" Ray asked.

   "I don't know.  I just met him once at school, and we went to the
bridge. Then we saw him today riding his bike at the park."

   "He has a bike and he was at the park?" Ray said.  "That's not far from
Sherwood Forest.  Are you going to go get him?"

   "He can't do it today," Rex said.  "He had to go home.  He'll meet us
after school at the bike rack."

   "We're gonna get a blowjob tomorrow," Eddie giggled.

   "I gotta go home," Rex said.  "See ya later alligator."

   "After while crocodile," Eddie replied.

   Eddie escorted Rex to the front door, and Ray returned to the kitchen as
the phone rang.  Mom answered the kitchen wall phone, and listened.

   "Okay, Dear.  I'll see you when you get home," Mom said before hanging
up and turning to Ray.  "Your father's working another double.  I think
he's going to get something like triple time and a half for working
overtime on a holiday.  We can definitely afford a new bicycle for you."

   Our family, like all of our neighbors had moved up in the world.  Up
until the summer of '53, we had been living in apartments (converted Army
surplus Barracks buildings) and rent houses.  June of '53 we moved into our
new $7,500 tract home, thanks to the GI Bill $1 down payment.  In December
'54, we got our first new car, a 1954 Oldsmobile Rocket 88 for Christmas.
It wasn't exactly new.  It had been a demonstrator, and Dad got a good deal
on it, making us a two car family.  The other car was Mom's 1941 Plymouth.
Our neighbor got a brand new 1955 Chevy Bel Aire.

   It was the beginning of the 1950s sport of Keeping Up With the Joneses.
I hated it.  I hated living in a tract home subdivision, especially after
everyone bought chain link fences for their back yards.  The alley way
looked like stock pens.  Every time I walked down the alley, I heard the
song, "Don't Fence Me In" playing in my head.  I felt trapped.  Most of the
time, I didn't know what made me unhappy.  Mostly, it was boredom.  Much
later, I would realize it was the mindless conformity and crass materialism
that trapped everyone.

   At 12 years old, Ray was a year away from realizing that he was more
intelligent than any of his relatives and most of the adults he personally
knew, but he realized there were a lot of ignorant rednecks in his world.

   "We'll go to Western Auto after school Monday and get your bike," Mom
said.  "I'll pick you up at school."

   The Western Auto store was more than a mile away from Sherwood Forest.
He was certain it would screw his chances of getting a blowjob Monday.

   "What's wrong, Ray" Mom asked.  "I thought you'd be excited about
getting a new bike."

   "Yeah, Mom.  That's great.  Thanks," Ray said, unsuccessfully trying to
sound grateful.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing.  Really.  I thought maybe we could fix the old one."

   "Your father said the front fork is too badly bent."

   "Okay."

   "Are you afraid to get on a bike again after your accident?"

   "No!" Ray said defensively, before realizing he had an excuse for his
lack of enthusiasm.  "Well, maybe a little."

   "If it weren't for Texas' stupid blue laws, I'd take you there right now
and get it for you."

   "Let's go for a walk," Eddie said.

   Ray looked at his watch.  He wanted to make sure they could get back
home in time to get dressed and go to the evening service, then he realized
that he did not want to go to church again.  He had had enough religion for
one day.

   "Where's the best place?" Eddie asked when they entered Sherwood Forest.

   Ray took him to the water tower, and slipped through the vines into the
derrick floor.

   "This is great!" Eddie said, taking his clothes off.  "This is fucking
perfect.  Even better than the oleander cave."

   "I don't think I want to tell anyone else about it."

   "Come on.  This is huge," Eddie urged, looking around the 10'x10' area.
"This could be like a clubhouse, like Robin Hood's hideout."

   "I'll think about it.  Don't tell Rex about it tomorrow when I'm not
here.  Take them over to the northwest corner."

   "Where's the northwest corner."

   Ray pointed northwest.

   "You wanna jack each other off?" Eddie asked.

   "Yeah," Ray said.  "It's kind of cool to have somebody else doing it for
you."

   "Rex liked it.  He said he's never played with a bigger one."

   "How many has he played with?"

   "A couple of cousins, and a few friends."

   "Have you played with anyone else?"

   Eddie hesitated for a moment.  "Yeah, me and Rex and Dennis and Byron."

   "I don't like Dennis." A year earlier, Ray caught Dennis bullying
younger kids in the neighborhood.  He told Dennis to pick on someone his
own size, then told the kids, "If he ever gives y'all any more trouble. 
Come to me, and I'll take care of him."

   "He's gotten better," Eddie said.

   "I don't want him to know about the water tower."

   "I can tell Rex and Byron?"

   Ray hesitated, but the idea of jacking off with other guys made him
agree, "Okay.  But they can't tell anyone else."

   "Cool!  It'll be a club.  Robin and his Merry Men."

   "Wanda can be Maid Marian!" Ray said, then wondered what made him say it
out loud.

   "We'll see if we can find more girls to play," Eddie said excitedly. 
"Everybody has to get naked."

   "Nymphs and Satyrs," Ray blurted.  He wondered where that came from.

   "What?"

   "I saw them in the encyclopedia," Ray said.  "Satyrs were like part goat
and part man.  Goat from the waist down and man from the waist up, except
they had horns and goatees, and chased the nymphs, who were like fairies or
something.  And ran around naked in the woods."

   "Like Tinker Bell?"

   "Yeah, I guess, only full size, and I don't think they had wings.  We'll
have to look it up.  It just popped into my head."

   "That sounds cooler than Robin Hood and his Merry Men.  Satyrs and
Nymphs.  Nymphs?  Like in Nymphos?"

   "I guess so."

   "Maybe Wanda has some friends who'll wanna play," Eddie said, reaching
over and stroking his brother's hard cock.

   They jacked each other off.

   "Look!" Ray said.  "Stuff is coming out of your dick.  It's not white.
But you should start squirting soon."

   Ray imagined him and Eddie and his friends running around naked and
playing with Wanda and her friends.  He stroked Eddie faster and Eddie
stroked him faster, and they came simultaneously.

   After putting their clothes back on, Ray and Eddie returned home.  The
boys had cold fried chicken for supper, after which they got the 'N' and
'S' volumes of the World Book Encyclopedia and read up on Nymphs and
Satyrs.

   "Bed time," Mom said.  "School tomorrow.  Get showered mand get to bed."

   Eddie showered first.  As soon as he was finished, Ray showered, put his
pajamas on and got in bed.  Mom came in for her nightly tucking in ritual
in which she pulled the covers up to his chin, gave him a kiss on the
forehead and said, "Sweet Dreams, Baby."

   That ritual would never be performed again.  She sat on the edge of the
bed and said, "Eddie got his booby kisses.  I guess that will become our
new nightly tradition."

   Ray sat up, and buried his face in Mom's cleavage.  She sighed
contentedly as he kissed her breasts.  "I told you we have plenty of time,
Ray.  We can pick up where we left off."

   He fondled her tits while she unbuttoned the house dress to her navel.

   Ray gasped as Mom opened the dress, exposing her large breasts with the
large pinkish brown areolae, and stiff pencil eraser sized nipples.  He
took the right one in his mouth and sucked.  He took the left one in his
right hand and fondled.

   "That's it, Baby, Suck Mamma's titty."

   If Ray hadn't ejaculated so many times that day, he would have cum in
his PJs right then.  He switched from one tit to the other and back again.

   Mom was breathing heavily when she pushed him away.  "That's enough for
tonight, Honey.  Mamma has to take a shower before Daddy gets home." She
kissed Ray on the mouth, got up and walked out, only to return with
something silky in her hand.  "I believe you sometimes use these instead of
your socks," she whispered, and handed him her panties.