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.