Bucking Broncos

It was late night and I was just returning from a session of having my ass hole pounded by the sheriff.  When I pulled into the drive, the first thing I noticed was that the kitchen light was on.

 

Opening the back door I saw that Steve was sitting at the table with his laptop in front of him.  He looked startled, and then closed the computer.

“I didn’t know that you were out.” he said.

“How come you’re even still up?”

“Sometimes, when I have trouble sleeping, I come in here and look at the internet.” he replied.

“Find anything interesting?”

He gave me a long, appraising look and then opened the computer back up.

“Look at this.” he said.

As soon as I came around the table and saw the screen I knew what he was looking at.  It was a story that had run years before in the newspaper of the town where I lived with my mom.

“I’ve seen it before.” I said.

The story concerned a man who had accidentally burned to death in his garden tool shed.

“His address is like 3 doors up from where you and mom lived.  Did you know him?”

“I knew him.  Why do you ask?”

He punched some keys and a new screen appeared.  I knew this story, too.

“Look at this, a few days later.  It says that he was known by the neighborhood kids as a molester, that after he died a whole slew of kids came forward to say that he’d molested them.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

Steve sat looking at me for a few minutes and then finally asked what I knew he was wondering.

“Did he molest you?”

“No, he tried to.” I found myself smiling, remembering.  “We all knew not to get cornered by him but one day I was just unlucky.  He caught me in his backyard and flipped his cock out at me.  So, I reared my arm back and bitch slapped his dick and ran away.  He never tried anything with me after that.”

“You were what, like 8 or 9 then?” Steve asked.

“I was 9 when he died, so around there.  Why are you even looking at all of this old crap?”

Steve sat stone still for a few minutes, just looking at me, and then he finally said, “Tony and I were molested.”

I was shocked and speechless at first but when I found my voice I asked, “Wait, when?  By who?  Does daddy know?”

“No, we made a vow never to tell anyone.  It happened when we were like 7 and 9 or so.  Do you know who Father Kennedy is?”

“He’s the Catholic priest at the church downtown.  I tried to get him to let me do the church’s books.”

“Well, that’s who.  It wasn’t just us; there are a lot of guys in this town he got to.”

“And the bastard is still here?  You’ve got to tell someone, you have to tell daddy.  We can’t let him get away with this.”

“We tried to tell.  We told his assistant and we told one of the nuns in town.  They called us liars and said we’d got to hell if we lied to anyone else.  We were just little kids; we didn’t know what to do.  Father Kennedy said that if we told anyone, he’d have us taken away from daddy and put in an orphanage.  We believed he could, he is a priest.  You’re the first person I ever told after that.  We were afraid to tell daddy, it felt like it was our fault.  We just stopped going to church at all after that.”

“So that’s why you’re looking at the internet.”

“Sometimes, it just makes me feel better to know that other kids had the same experience and got over it.”  Steve said.  “I wish you’d been around here to slap Father Kennedy.”

“If I’d known, I would have done more than that.” I told him.

“There’s something in this first story that I don’t get, though.” Steve said.  “In the first story, his wife said she heard him screaming and when she looked out she saw a little boy running away.  But then, in the next story, it says that after he burned to death one of the little neighbor girls told her parents that he’d raped her in the garden shed that afternoon and that’s how the whole story came out.  The wife said that she was mistaken, that she must have seen the little girl running away.”

“Mrs. Anderson.” I said.  “She was a nice lady.  She couldn’t stand her husband and I know she had no idea what he’d been doing.  After he died, she used to bring mom and me cakes all of the time.  The little girl was Katie; she was a friend of mine.  I saw her run out of his yard that day.  She had blood on her legs and she was crying.  I guessed what happened.”

“And then his shed caught on fire.” Steve said.

“Yep, funny how those things happen?  I can’t say he didn’t deserve it.  The shed latch fell down and he couldn’t get the door open.  The shed burned to the ground.  It must have been a really horrible way to die.”

 

Steve, for the first time that evening, broke into a smile.

“I’m glad he got what he deserved.” he said.

“Yeah, me too.  I’m going to bed.  I bet Will is wondering where you are.”

“You’re probably right.  I think I can sleep, now.  Good night, baby brother.”

“Good night, you big dope.” I replied.

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The next day I was plagued by the story that Steve had told me.  There are two things that really make me insanely angry-abusing children and abusing animals.  And knowing that the priest had never been punished made me even angrier.

I phoned the church and found out that there was a daily noon mass.  I wanted to get another look at Father Kennedy so I drove into town.  Mass was just concluding by the time I got to the church so I waited until I saw people leaving and wandered toward the priest’s office in the side wing.  As luck would have it, he was in the hallway when I turned into it and I watched him disappear into the office.

There was a long oak bench opposite his office door and I sat down to compose myself.  I hadn’t really thought of a plausible excuse to come and see him so I decided to brainstorm.  After I’d been sitting there thinking for a couple of minutes, a young boy turned into the hallway.  He jumped when he saw me, and then walked down the hall.  He glanced sidelong at me as he passed and I could see a look of plain fear on his face.  He went to the priest’s door, turned the knob and entered without knocking.

I waited a minute, then jumped up and crossed to the door.  Also without knocking, I opened it and walked through.

Father Kennedy was sitting behind his desk so that I could only see his upper half and the young boy was standing at the corner of the desk facing him on the same side.

“Oh, I’m sorry; I thought you’d be alone.” I said.

The boy stared at me with round eyes, knowing that I was lying but relieved none the less.  The priest smoothly swiveled his chair so that he was facing me while saying, “That will be all for today, Eddie.  I’ll see you again soon.”

The boy ran to the door and disappeared through it in a second.

“I guess he’s anxious to get outside and play.” I said.

“What is it that I can do for you?” the priest asked.

“You may remember me; I came by a few months ago to see if you might be willing to hire me to handle the parish books.”

“Yes, I remember you well.” he replied.  “I’ve heard good things about you since then but unfortunately, I still must decline your services.  We’re a poor parish; I don’t think we could afford any outside help.”

“That’s exactly why I’ve come.” I said.  “My brother Steve was talking about you last night….Do you remember my brother Steve or my brother Tony?”

“I can’t really say that I do.”

“Well, no matter.  You’ve probably had so many young boys come through here over the years.”

He looked at me, wondering what I was getting at.

“Anyway, when we were talking I realized that the right thing to do would be to volunteer my services.  You can check my references around town; I’m excellent at my job.  I’d really love to do something to pay you back for what you’ve meant to my brothers.”

Father Kennedy sat behind his desk gazing at me for a minute and then he got up and strode over to the window.  He was wearing one of the old fashioned priests’ robes that came almost to the floor and as he walked I noticed something loose and swinging at his crotch.  He obviously didn’t have anything on under his robe and I suddenly imagined that I could smell the odor of his musty balls.  It took all of my self control not to get up and push him through the leaded glass window.

He looked out off the window for another minute before turning to me and saying, “Of course, as I said, I’ve heard your reputation.  I suppose I’d be a fool to turn down such expert help.”

“I’m sure you have other things you’d rather be doing than worrying about financial affairs.” I replied.

“Very well.” he said, smiling for the first time.  “I’m going to leave it all in your capable hands in the future.”

I didn’t offer to shake his hand but as I stood up I said, “Would it be alright if I looked around the church?  I’ve never actually been here before.”

“Better than that, I’ll give you the guided tour.” he replied.

I really didn’t want to spend any more time in his company but I decided it would be a good opportunity to observe him.  Maybe he’d inspire a plan of how I should proceed with him.

As I expected, he was affable and charming.  If you didn’t know what I knew, you’d never suspect him of a thing.  

He led me through the church pointing out all of his points of interest.  The hundred year old stained glass, the hand carved details on the altar, the embroidered cloths made by parishioners years and years ago.

“This is our special treasure.” he said as he led me to a bigger than life sized statue of the Madonna.  “This is my favorite thing here.  This statue was paid for by our youngest members before I even arrived here.  They collected money, they contributed their allowances, and they gathered all of the funds that made it possible for us to purchase it.  I like to think she has an especial eye on all of our children and that she spreads her holy protection over them.”

Once again, I felt like causing his immediate death.  Instead, I stared at the statue before us.  It was made of white marble, at least 7 feet high and it represented Mary with the Child held in her right arm.  Her other hand was raised in blessing.  It stood with its back against an alcove that was too small to hold the width of the statue and it was obvious, if you looked, that the pedestal had been built out and enlarged to hold it.

“It’s a shame that the niche isn’t big enough for it.” I said to the priest.

“Yes, the children selected the statue and even though they were told it was too large, they insisted on this one and this one only.  I suppose the previous priest was too lenient, but he let them order it and then had the base built to hold it.”

“How kind of him.” I said, wanting to punch him in the throat.  “I’m sure that the children appreciate what was done.”

I walked to the side door, anxious to get away as quickly as possible.  At the door I paused and asked, “By the way, what hours is the church open?  In case I feel the need to stop in for some private reflection?”

“I open the church every morning at 6 AM, as soon as I rise and I close nightly at 11PM.  I like to make sure that everything is as it should be before I retire for the night.  And actually, I like to say my last prayers of the night in front of our children’s statue of the Holy Mother.” he said.

“Well, thank you for the tour.” I replied.  “You’ll be hearing from me soon about your bookkeeping.”

I was glad to get back outdoors in the sunshine and away from the priest.  I walked around the corner of the church and headed to my car.

As I walked toward it, I became aware that there was a motorcycle parked on one side of it and the rider was standing, leaning against the seat.

He was a young guy, probably around my same age and he was approximately my height and build.  He had black wavy hair that was a little long and an extremely handsome face that wasn’t lessened by the fact that he’d suffered a broken nose in the past.  He had on an old denim shirt and a pair of tight jeans that molded his bulging crotch.

As I neared him, he asked, “Are you Andy?”

I’d been wary of strange bikers ever since my run in with the cycle gang wannabe’s a few months before.  It hadn’t turned out well for them and I knew they were probably still looking for revenge.

“That depends on who’s asking.” I said, keeping my distance.

“You’re a hard man to find.”

“People know where to find me if I want them to.” I said.

He looked a little flustered and then said, “I’m Scott.”

“And I’m not.” I replied.  “Now, what do you want?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you might have spoken to Ronnie or Bennie today and they’d mentioned me.  They told me to look you up, that you would be the one to help me out.  I’m Ronnie’s cousin; I just got in town 2 days ago.”

“They sent you to me?”

“Yeah.”  He leaned down and picked up a white bag.  “I brought coffee.  They told me how you like yours.”

“Sorry to be so prickly, I’m a little on edge.  Get into my car and we can sit and talk.  Coffee sounds like just what I need.”

He walked around the car to the passenger door and I saw that he not only had a bulging crotch, he had a dynamite ass that his tight jeans did nothing to hide.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and took a long gulp of coffee, then asked, “What can I do for you?”

“I need to get fucked on a regular basis.” he replied.

I almost spit the coffee I’d just sipped.

“I guess that was a little too blunt.” he said.

“No, no, it’s just that usually people ask for help with their taxes or something, not getting fucked.”

“Ronnie and Bennie said you’d know what to do.  See, I need to get my ass fucked on a regular basis but I can’t just go whore on the street.  I’ve never had anything and I intend to stay that way.  Ronnie said that you might be able to fix me up with some regular dicks that I wouldn’t have to worry about, totally clean guys.”

“Ronnie is pretty upfront about getting you fucked.” I said.

“Ronnie was the first one to open my ass.  He got me started.  Now, he still fucks me but the novelty has worn off for both of us.  Bennie tried fucking me yesterday but his heart just wasn’t in it, he said he’s too hung up on someone to get into it.  They said you’d know who has a good dick and would be willing to fuck me with it.”

I admit that I got kind of a charge hearing about Bennie.  I knew that I was the one he was hung up on.

“Back home I had a fuck bud, nothing to look at but with a really big dick.  He kept me satisfied.  I need to find something like that here.” he said.

I had a sudden inspiration.

“Are you free later tonight?” I asked.

“Sure, if it means getting some dick.”

“Ronnie can show you how to get to our place.  Come by about 7 o’clock.  Just park out in front and stay in your car.  I’ll come out the front door and bring you in.  I know two guys who will give you the fucking of your life.”

He stroked his stuffed crotch which was starting to be even more stuffed.  

“Fuck,” he said, “I can’t wait.  I owe you one.”

“And I may give you one.” I said.  I could feel my cock stiffening and creeping down my leg.

Scott reached over and cupped my dick against my thigh and said, “Ronnie and Bennie also told me about your dick.  I was hoping you might say that.”

He got out and straddled his bike and rode away.  I smiled to myself all the way home.  The only cloud in my sky was what to do about the odious Father Kennedy.

*          *          *          *          *          *

That afternoon I made dinner as usual and had it on the table when the guys came in around 6.  I got them all seated and served and we lingered over our meal.  Before I knew it, I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes after 7.

“I thought I heard a car out front.” I told the table.  “Let me go check, I’ll be right back.”

I opened the door and Scott was already parked in one of Ronnie’s cars.  I went out onto the porch and waved for him to come up, motioning at the same time for him to be quiet.  He got out and then followed me through the front door and down the hallway to daddy and Uncle Cody’s bedroom.

“You’re going to be a surprise.” I said after we were safely inside with the door closed.  “Strip and get on the bed.”

He kicked off his shoes and did as I told him.  He was only wearing a tee shirt and jeans and in only a moment he stood nude in front of me.  He was superbly built, his muscles hard and raised and his skin smooth.  Between his legs, over a neatly trimmed pubic patch, hung a sizable cock and a big pair of balls.  The big helmet head of his dick was wider than the shaft.

I stepped forward and wrapped my hand around his cock and it started to expand.  At the same time, I turned him so that I could see his rounded buns, perfectly smooth and standing out like a pair of melons.  I slid my other hand into his deep, hot ass crack.

“Fuck, now I wish I’d fixed this night up for myself.” I said, weighing his heavy cock in my hand.  “But there’s always the future.  Tonight you’re going to be truly spoiled.  Just wait here.”

He climbed onto the bed and lay down on his stomach.  From the bedroom doorway, the first thing you’d see was that gorgeous ass.

I went back into the kitchen and daddy asked, “Was someone out there?”

“Just an out of towner in need of some directions.” I replied.  “Oh, and before I forget, when I was in town today I found something that I thought you and Cody would really like.  I left it on your bed for the two of you.”

Daddy drained his coffee cup and said, “Well, Cody, let’s go see what our present is and watch some TV before bed.”

Uncle Cody got up and followed him down the hall and I heard the bedroom door open.

There was no sound for a minute and then daddy said, “Well my goodness, what have we here?”

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The next morning at breakfast nothing was said, although both daddy and Uncle Cody were in especially good moods.  I waited through the entire meal for some mention of Scott to no avail, although Daddy did kiss me on the top of my head before he and Cody went to work.  

After everyone had left the house but me I went to Daddy’s room.  When I opened the door, Scott was asleep on his stomach almost in the same position where I’d left him.  The bed itself, by contrast, looked as if a tornado had torn through it.

It took a couple of shakes before Scott woke up and then he turned onto his back, confused, before he focused his eyes on me.

“Jesus Christ, what time is it?” he asked.

“Roughly half past 8. Everybody else has eaten and gone out to work.  I saved you some breakfast and if you want it, you need to get up now before I clean up.  If you’re intending to go back to sleep then at least call Ronnie so he’ll know that you’re still alive.”

“Oh, Jesus, I think I have a dick hangover.” he said, covering his eyes.  His big headed cock was draped across his belly looking red and sore.

“I’ll have your food on the table.  If you don’t come for it soon, I’ll throw it away.”

I turned and left the room accompanied by a long string of moans and groans.  

I had just gotten Scott’s breakfast in place on the table when he came stumbling nude into the kitchen.  I indicated that he should sit down, which he did, letting out a loud moan as he did.

“I think I sprained my ass hole.” he said.  “Is there such a thing?”

“Just sit there and I’ll call the NIH hotline and ask them.” I replied.  “I assume you want coffee.”

“Yes, please.” he said, shifting uncomfortably on his chair.

As I filled his mug with coffee I said, “I think what you’ve got is called newlywed syndrome.  It comes from over use.”

“Tell that to your father and uncle.” he replied.  “Just one of those fucker’s big cocks would have left me sore.  I can’t even remember how many times they each fucked me and then this morning before dawn they thought it would be cool to double fuck me.  I’m surprised my guts haven’t fallen out.”

“I’m sure they forced you.” I said.  “It sounds to me that you just made a pig of yourself.”

He smiled for the first time and then he said, “I sure the fuck did.  Those two wore my ass hole out.  And in a few days, when I’ve recovered, I’m going to offer to let them do it all over again.”

“Well, when you get tired of them, I have a couple of other guys I want to introduce you to.”

Scott sat smiling as he began to devour his breakfast.

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That afternoon I was driving to the church when I saw the sheriff on the sidewalk in town.  I beeped and pulled into a parking space, then walked up to him.  He was looking especially hot that day, his long cock tucked down his uniform pant leg.  I made sure that he saw me looking at it and then looked up into his eyes behind his dark glasses and licked my lips.

“I could probably arrest you for that, if I wanted to.” he said.

“You could do a lot more than that to me and you wouldn’t even have to get out your cuffs.” I replied.

He pursed his lips and said, “Are you going somewhere or are you just out looking for men to solicit?”

Before I could answer, the sound of motorcycles filled the air.  Ronnie, Bennie and the rest of their group rode down Main Street on their bikes.  Ronnie saw me standing with the sheriff and he motioned the others to go ahead, then made a u-turn and cruised up in front of us.

“The very fucker I wanted a word with.” he said, looking at me and scowling.

“Only one?” I asked.

“Don’t get cute.” he replied, trying to maintain a stern expression.  “I sent my cousin to you so that you could be a Good Samaritan and you sent him home this morning barely able to walk, his ass hole still gaping.  He’s sitting at home right now in a hot tub trying to shrink it back to normal size.”

“Don’t blame me if he can’t control himself.” I said.

“He said your daddy and uncle fucked him non-stop all night long.”

I saw the sheriff’s ears perk up.

“And that your daddy has a cock the size of a fence post and your uncle isn’t much smaller and the both of them fuck like animals.” Ronnie said.

The sheriff turned to me and said, “Your daddy has a huge cock?  Why didn’t I know about this?  I’m the sheriff; I’m supposed to know these things.”

“What?  You’re instituting a big dick registry, now?  Hung guys all have to come in and register with your office or they get a fine?”

The sheriff stared at me a moment and then said, “I wonder how I can get that in effect?  You think we should do a ballot on it?”

I turned back to Ronnie and said, “I just supplied Scott with what he said he wanted and I doubt he’ll complain.  As a matter of fact, he said he’s going to ask Daddy and Cody for a rematch real soon.”

Ronnie smirked and then he said, “I just may have to invite your daddy and uncle over some evening for a meet and greet.  I should probably get to know them better.”  With that, he rode off down the street.

I could feel the sheriff staring at me and then he said, “How come you never told me that your daddy has a monster dick?”

“How come you never tried to find out?  I know you and Cody have fooled around in the past.”

The sheriff looked abashed and didn’t reply.

“Anyway, now you know why I stopped to see you.  Ronnie’s cousin is a pig bottom, can’t get enough dick.  He asked me to fix him up with some big dicked fuckers, so naturally I thought of you.”

“After your daddy and Cody probably ruined him for life, from the sound of it.”

“I’ll bring him over and introduce him.” I said as I walked to my car.  When I was getting inside I stopped and said, “Daddy and Cody haven’t ruined my hole for life, and you seem to still enjoy it.”

As I pulled away he was staring at me with his mouth open.   I drove to the church.

I hadn’t formulated even the beginning of a plan for dealing with Father Kennedy.  I needed to spend some time just observing, discovering the rhythms of the church before I decided what to do.

The church door was unlocked and I quietly slipped inside.  It was totally silent, the afternoon light coming through the stained glass windows making them glow.  I’m completely religion free but I could understand how people might find solace here in the peaceful atmosphere.  I sat down in one of the last pews, in the back corner of the church, and began to think.

I hadn’t been there long when the sound of the side door opening broke my reverie.  I watched as Eddie, the little boy I’d seen in the priest’s office, soundlessly entered.

He stood still for a moment, looking around the church.  I had automatically sunk down in my seat when I’d heard the door and in the dimness he didn’t see me.  When he’d made sure that he seemed to be the only one in the church, he hurried to the huge statue of Mary that the priest had said the children had bought.

Eddie stood in front of the statue for a moment and I could see his mouth moving as he silently said something, probably a prayer, I thought.  He stood gazing up at the statue’s face, and then drew a folded paper from his jacket pocket.  Again, he looked around to make sure that he wasn’t being observed and then he moved up closer to the side of the statue.  Reaching as high as he could, he slid the paper into a crack between the statue and the wall.  Then, he looked up at the statue’s face once more and silently exited through the same side door.

I waited a few minutes and then I, too, approached the statue.  When it had been placed standing in front of the too small niche, someone had built up plaster barriers at each side behind the statue so that access to the space behind it was blocked, saving any difficult cleaning job.  But, up on one side, where I’d seen Eddie hide his paper, there was a crack between the statue and the plaster, worn smooth.  I put my eye to the crack but it was too dim to see into the hollow space.  My curiosity was piqued.

As I said before, I suffer no religious qualms so it was only a moment before I’d pulled myself up onto the pedestal beside the statue.  It was too tall for me to see behind so, like Eddie, I glanced around to make sure that I was alone in the church.  

I was glad that I’d worn sports shoes instead of my usual boots because they made it much easier for me to climb the statue itself.  I pulled myself up until I was straddling the statue’s shoulder and then using my phone as a flashlight I shone light behind it.  There was a pile of folded papers behind, filling the space for what looked to be over a foot high.  By sliding feet first I was able to worm my way into the space behind the statue.

I’m fairly small, as you know, so the space didn’t seem cramped at all.  I bent down and picked up one of the papers and unfolded it.  I could see writing, so once again I used my phone as a light to read by.  The note said:  “Dear Holy Mother please make Father Kennedy stop hurting me.  Ella”.  I picked up another to read and this one said: “Holy Mother I don’t want to touch Father Kennedy.  Make him leave me alone.  Glen”.

As I said, the space was piled with notes, I’m sure all similar.  I sifted my arm through the pile to judge how deep they went but I heard a door open, the sound naturally amplified by the niche space.  Standing on the notes I was just tall enough to peer over the statue’s shoulder.

Father Kennedy was in the church.  He went to the altar and genuflected, then walked around the interior running his hands over woodwork and pews looking for dust.  Seemingly satisfied, he went to the font by the door and made motions over it while praying.  Then he went to each of the exterior doors and tried the locks, oiling each and each set of hinges with an oilcan he took from a pocket of his robe.  At the side door, he spent several minutes oiling and exercising the old heavy metal push bolt that was the door’s only lock.  He made one last circuit back to the altar, genuflected once again and then disappeared through another door behind the altar.

I pulled myself up, climbed back over the statue’s shoulder and down to the floor.  When I got outside I inhaled the fresh air deeply, trying to get rid of the sad atmosphere I’d found behind the statue and that clung to me.  There must have been hundreds of notes tucked into that small space.  I could barely contain my rage.

I was driving back through town when I again saw the sheriff on the sidewalk.  When he saw me, he waved for me to stop.  I did and he walked up to the driver’s side window.

“Andy, what you said before about your father and uncle…”

I knew what was coming.

“Well, when you were a child, they didn’t…”he continued.

“No, motherfucker.” I cut him off.  “They never molested me or hurt me when I was a child.  My father and uncle would kill themselves before they’d do something like that to a kid and they’d probably kill anyone else who tried to hurt us.  Nothing ever happened until I came back to town earlier this year.  I didn’t even suspect that they might be interested.  And why the fuck would you care?  There’s child abuse going on right now in this town but I don’t see you working to do anything about it.”  By the time I’d finished my tirade, I was almost shouting and the sheriff took a step back from the window.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” he said.  “I just kept thinking about what you said and it worried me, I apologize.”

“No, I apologize for flying off the handle.” I told him.  “I’m really on edge and that whole subject pushes my buttons, anyway.  I didn’t mean to jump down your throat.”

“I do take it seriously, Andy.  But it’s really hard to prove and prosecute.  No one tends to believe a child’s word against an adult’s, even when they do speak up.  And the burden of proof always falls on the kid who’s already scared out of their wits.  I wish I never had to deal with any of it ever again, but I will.”

“You big asshole.” I said.  “Here I was all in a tizzy and ready to chew tacks and you talked me down.  I never even thought how frustrating it could be for you.”

“It’s more than frustrating.” he replied.  “Like your father, I’d just as soon kill the sick bastards as arrest them.”

I glanced at the sheriff’s bulging crotch and when he saw me looking I said, “I can relieve some of that frustration, sheriff.  Let’s go to your office and I’ll slobber all over that big piece of meat until you fill my tummy with juice.”

The sheriff smiled and said, “Very tempting but I’m on my way to a meeting.  And I’m glad that you’re not mad enough at me to not want it anymore.”

“Sheriff, I could never get that pissed off.”

As I was preparing to pull away he said, “And I expect you to give me the full run down on your daddy’s giant dick, too.”

But I wasn’t over my anger.  In fact, I could feel it building.

*          *          *          *          *          *

As luck would have it, when we’d all finished dinner and were sitting watching that evening’s news the lead story was another church sex abuse scandal.  I glanced at Steve during the report but he kept his face stiff and his head turned to the TV.

“Motherfuck, what is this world coming to?” daddy said when it was finished.

“It has been going on a long time.” I said.

“Only because they haven’t put the sick fucks out of their misery.” daddy replied.

“Or cut their cocks and balls off with a dull knife.” Cody added.

Daddy stood up and said, “I don’t want to hear any more news.  I’m going to my room and watch some mindless crap about dancing with stars or some other horseshit before I bust a blood vessel.”

“I’ll get the drinks and snacks.” Cody said and they both left the room.  

The atmosphere hung heavy over the remaining four of us.

*          *          *          *          *          *

By the next morning, daddy was back in his usual jovial mood.  After breakfast I followed him out into the yard.

“Someone was asking me very personal questions about you yesterday.” I told him.

“What kind of questions?”

I used my fingertip to trace the outline of his big dick hanging down the leg of his jeans as I replied, “This kind of question.  Scott apparently went around blabbing about this magic wand and the sheriff heard the tale.  He was extremely interested in the possibility of what might be inside these pants.”

Daddy’s dick had started to swell and he replied, “He’s a good looking guy.  Tell him if he wants to satisfy his curiosity to drop by sometime and he can find out first hand.”

“I’m going to do that, don’t think I won’t.” I said as I went back toward the house.

That afternoon, I was back at the church.  I knocked on Father Kennedy’s office door and entered before he could speak.  Fortunately for him, he was alone.

“Sorry to bother you.” I said.  “But I think we should set up a time for me to review the bookkeeping.”

He agreed and we settled on a date and time but I wasn’t finished.

“I was sorry to hear the news report last night of another scandal brewing in the church.” I told him.

He eyed me and then said, “Priests are only human.  We must pray for them and forgive them if the accusations are true.”  I noticed that he said nothing of the victims.

“You’re a lot more forgiving than most people would be, I think.  It must come with the job.”

“It does, indeed.” he replied with a smile.  “We are all subject to failings.”

“It’s just that some seem more subject than others.  And take less responsibility.”

“As I said, we are all human.”

I questioned that judgment.  And just like that, a plan sprang fully formed into my head.

After leaving the church I stopped into the sheriff’s office.

“What are your plans for tonight?” I asked while still entering the door.

“Supper, TV and bed, the same as always.  Why?” he replied.

“Eat a quick dinner and be ready to entertain about 6.  I have a friend I want to introduce you to.”

“The famous Scott already?” he asked.  “Is he up to it?”

“Are you up to it, is the question.  Don’t bother to dress; you’ll just have to take them off again.  I’ll be there at 6.”

“I’ll be ready and waiting.” he said.

When I got back home I went and found daddy with the horses.

“How would you like to go with me to visit a friend tonight?” I asked.

“Maybe.  What did you have in mind?”

“I’ve already instructed him to be naked when we get there.”

“Then definitely count me in.  There’s nothing but shit on TV tonight, anyhow.”

The first step of my plan in place, I went into the house and phoned Scott.

When he answered I said, “Hey, just checking up on you to see if you recovered.”

“I did.” he replied.  “My little pucker is as good as new and just waiting to be tested.  As a matter of fact, I was thinking earlier that I ought to call your daddy and uncle about that tag team rematch.”

“Daddy is taken for tonight.” I said.  “But Cody is free.  You should invite him over.”

“And have that big dick all to myself?  I like the way you think.  Let me hang up and give him a call.”

Step two, accomplished.

At supper, Cody announced that he’d be out late that evening, no one should wait up.  Daddy took even less prompting.  By the time I’d finished tidying up the kitchen, he was showered and ready to go.  By the time I was showered and ready, he was champing at the bit.

“You think this friend of yours will like me?” daddy asked as we drove down the highway.

“He already likes you and when he sees you naked with that big piece of meat in front of you, I predict he’ll REALLY like you.”

“What’s he into?” daddy asked.

“With you, I’d say anything you asked.”

We had arrived by that time and daddy looked at the house we were parked at and said, “The sheriff?”

“He’s been fucking me since I came to town.  It’s about time the two of you got better acquainted and when I told him that he was sharing my ass with you, he popped a hardon against his will.  I predict a fun night.”

Daddy and I exited the car and I led him to the back door of the sheriff’s house, the one that led directly into his bedroom.  When I opened the door, he was across the room on the bed, fully nude and half hard.  His eyes widened and he gulped, “Mr. Russell.” when he saw daddy enter behind me.

“I’m not used to being called Mister by naked men with swelling cocks.” Daddy replied.  “Unless you’re into that.”

I had already started undressing and following my cue, daddy peeled off his own clothes.  When he dropped his pants, his cock was half hard, too, and as the sheriff stared at the big meat he said, “Hell, I’ll call you anything you want if you’ll let me play with that monster you’re toting.”

Both of us nude, we climbed onto the bed on either side of the sheriff’s body.  His hand automatically reached out and grasped daddy’s big dick.  I, in turn, wrapped my hand around his stiff cock.

“Okay, which one of you studs is going to fuck me first?” I asked.

“Sheriff, I like to see how Andy’s ass looks with your pretty dick in it.  We can trade after you get him warmed up.” daddy said.

After some rearranging of positions, I was on my belly with my face in daddy’s crotch and the sheriff on his knees between my legs.  When I started sucking on daddy’s hard cock, the sheriff made a little moan and said, “That’s so fucking hot.”

He fingered my hole, which I had already made sure was well lubed, and then I heard him slapping lube on his cock.  I glanced up and watched daddy as he watched the sheriff.

“Slide it in slow.” daddy told him.  “I want to watch that little ass take all of that meat.”

I felt the sheriff’s big cock head nudging against my hole and then the head began to open me up.

“Damn, you’ve got a gorgeous dick.” daddy said.  “It was made for fucking ass.”

Which it began to do.  The sheriff propped himself up on his arms so that daddy would have a clear view of his big dick sliding in and out between my buns and so that he could clearly see me slurping daddy’s stiff cock.  When I lifted daddy’s legs and began tonguing his tightly puckered ass hole, the sheriff said, “Ah, fuck, if I watch any more of that, I’ll shoot my load and I’m not near ready for that.”

“Climb up here and feed him your cock and I’ll take over ass hole duties.” daddy said.

More shifting of positions and the sheriff and daddy were soon  sitting side by side, backs against the headboard.  I took my mouth off of daddy’s dick and shifted it onto the sheriff’s cock while the sheriff began stroking daddy’s giant dick.

“I was glad to hear earlier tonight that you’ve been taking care of my boy, keeping him off of the street hunting for dick.” daddy told the sheriff.

The sheriff’s cock bucked in my mouth and he said, “And when I heard that you’ve been fucking his ass on the steady, I almost shot a load right then.”

“Yeah, when Andy came back to town, he and I learned a lot about each other right quick.” daddy said.  

“And you learned how much I like having you fuck me.” I said around the dick in my mouth.  “How about you get busy?”

“Sorry, duty calls.” daddy told the sheriff, then eased his way down between my spread legs.  I felt his dick slide between my ass cheeks and I looked up at the sheriff.  He was watching, wide eyed as daddy’s entire big dick sank into my hole.  His cock got stiffer and swelled as I sucked it.

“Oh, fuck.  You wouldn’t believe how hot it is watching the two of you.” the sheriff said.  “This is like some really excellent porn film.”

“Hopefully you’ll be interested in watching some reruns in the future.” daddy replied.

The sheriff’s cock swelled even more in my mouth and he began to raise his hips to fuck my throat.

I never could get tired of the way daddy fucks me.  He’s the perfect size, has the perfect rhythm and knows exactly where to drive his dick.  It wasn’t too long until I was panting and moaning, my cock leaking like an old garden hose.  I began slamming my hips back to meet his thrusts and he began slamming his hips against my ass, power fucking me.  I clamped my ass muscles around his big meat and before he could stop himself, his hot juice began erupting into my guts.  The sheriff, looking on, just said, “Oh, yeah.”

Daddy pulled his cock out of my ass before he’d even finished squirting, I felt a couple of spurts shoot on my hole after his head cleared.

“Give this boy your load while mine’s still hot in there.” Daddy said, moving around to the head of the bed.  The sheriff didn’t need to be told twice, he jumped up and filled daddy’s place.

He stroked my hole with the head of his cock, gathering daddy’s cum on his dick and then he shoved it into me.

“I love the idea of fucking your son’s hole when it’s filled with your cum.” he said as he began fucking me.

Daddy moved again, pushing me up onto my hands and knees so the sheriff was fucking me doggy-style, then he slipped under me head to my toes.  I felt his hot mouth close around the head of my hard cock.

The sheriff plowed my ass and I felt daddy’s hands moving from me to the sheriff, then he took my cock out of his mouth and said, “Sheriff, from where I’m laying I’ve got a close up view of that tight little puckered ass hole of yours.  You’d better be careful tonight or it won’t be nearly so puckered in the morning after I’m through with it.”

The sheriff started fucking me harder and deeper, probably because daddy was fingering his hole, and he gasped out loud as his balls started emptying into my ass chute.  His cock was buried in me up to the balls and under me daddy said, “I can see your cum start up your tube at the bottom as your balls rise.”

The sheriff collapsed on top of me and daddy.

I waited a moment until I was sure he’d stopped cumming and then I began shifting bodies.  I climbed from between the two, stood up and said, “I need a minute.” then rushed into the bathroom.  I closed the door, turned on the taps full blast and stood looking at myself in the mirror over the sink.  I counted to a thousand 5 times, splashed some water on my face and with a towel clutched to my mouth stepped back out into the bedroom.

Daddy and the sheriff were lying side by side, stroking each other’s spent dicks, and daddy looked up and asked, “Are you okay?”

“No, I don’t think I am.  I felt really vomity all of the sudden and now I feel even worse.  I hate to do this, since it was my idea to get together, but I really need to go home.”

“Let me get dressed.” daddy said, starting to rise.

“No.” I said.  “I can drive myself home; I just have a bug or something.  The sheriff will drive you home when you’re ready.  You two stay here and have fun.”

I’d been hurriedly dressing as I spoke and I was fully clothed before I finished my speech.

“I don’t know.” the sheriff said grinning.  “I may get real tired and then your daddy might have to spend the night.”

“I’m sorry, guys, I just need to go.”  I rushed out of the room and to the car.  When I got inside I looked at the clock which read 9:45.  I was right on schedule.

I zoomed home and when I entered the living room Steve, Tony and Will were all sitting on the sofa with Trixie the dog watching some movie, the dialogue of which seemed to be mainly screams.

“You’re back awfully early.” Steve said.  “Did you get stood up?”

“No, I just started feeling bad.  Something I ate or some kind of bug, it just came over me all of the sudden.  I think I just need to go straight to bed.”

“Probably all of your running wild all over the county catching up with you.” Steve said and Tony said, “If you need anything, just call me.  Make sure to cover up good in bed.”

I hurried down the hall to my room, went inside and locked the door.  I stripped out of my clothes, pulled on some running shorts and a tank top, my usual night attire, and then thick socks and running shoes.  Earlier that day I’d gotten a length of fishing cord out of daddy’s old fishing tackle and I tied it around my left wrist.  I crossed to the window, opened it and climbed out into the night.

There was a full moon and I jogged slowly at first, warming up my muscles but I still made it to the church in less than half an hour.  The lights were lit inside and glowed softly through the stained glass windows.  I opened the side door a crack and peered inside and, seeing no one, I opened it wider.  The inside of the softly lit church was empty of any living soul.

I crept across the wide room to where the children’s Madonna statue stood in front of her niche, then climbed up and over her shoulder into the dark cavity behind her.  I could feel the notes from the abused children slithering under my feet as I stood and waited in the dark.

I didn’t wait long, either.  It seemed a very short time before I heard the door behind the altar open and Father Kennedy entered the church.  I watched over the statue’s shoulder as he went to each of the doors and turned the locks, then threw the big bolt in place on the side door.

When he’d finished, he walked up the center aisle so that he faced the altar.  I moved my foot to make the papers around it rustle and he looked over in my direction.

“Father Kennedy.” I whispered.  The niche acted as a natural amplifier and Father Kennedy stood rooted to the spot, staring at the statue.

“Father Kennedy.” I whispered again, and he crossed to stand in front of the statue.

As he stood gazing up, I whispered his name once more and a look almost of horror came over his face.

He fell onto his knees and said, “Forgive me.” his arms flung wide from his body.  I rustled the papers again and he fell forward, his face on the floor at the foot of the statue’s pedestal.  I could hear his whispered prayers.

Bracing my back against the wall at the back of the niche, I placed both feet against the back of the statue.  At first nothing happened, and then I heard a tiny scrape noise as the statue moved a fraction.  Father Kennedy, hearing the noise above him, began to pray loudly, asking for forgiveness.

When the statue finally moved, it happened all at once.  One moment, I was straining with my whol4e body and legs to push it forward, the next I was sitting on my ass in the niche as all of the notes slid around me and fell to the ground.

The statue made a lot less noise when it fell than I had expected, no doubt because Father Kennedy’s body cushioned the fall.  Even the sound of his skull being crushed didn’t make much noise.  Nevertheless, the statue broke into three pieces, the heaviest part, the massive base, resting atop what I surmised was what was left of Father Kennedy’s head. Rivulets of blood started seeping from beneath the statue so I didn’t even bother checking to see how things fared beneath it.

I crossed to the side door and turned to survey the room.  The niche stood empty except for the remaining pile of notes and many more littered the floor in front and around it.  I hoped that the blood wouldn’t ruin too many.

I peeked out the door and then, holding it open, I looped the fishing line around the handle of the bolt.  I softly shut the door; holding both ends of the cord and then drew it to one side through the door crack.  I heard the well oiled bolt slide home without any resistance.  I pulled the cord out and began the jog home.

Everything was as it had been when I climbed back through my open bedroom window.  I turned on the light, messed the bed up and then wrapped one of the blankets around myself.  I opened the door to the hallway and called to the living room, “Tony. I feel really sick.”

My brothers and Will stood up, turned on the hall light and came to me.  Tony felt my forehead and said, “You’re burning up and you’re covered with sweat.”

The drying sweat from my run made me shiver and Tony said, “You feel like you have a fever.  Get back into bed.”

“Should we run him to the hospital?” Steve asked.

“No, I’ll take care of him.” Tony replied, pushing me into the room, onto the bed and under the covers.  Trixie, the rescued dog, jumped onto the bed and sat staring at me as if to say, “You’re not fooling me.”

Tony returned to the room with water and aspirin which he made me swallow, then he climbed onto the bed beside me.  With the covers wrapped around me to my chin, Tony’s arm thrown over me and Trixie snuggled against my front; I fell into a deep sleep.

I was awakened the next morning before dawn by rattling and rustling in the kitchen, accompanied by suppressed laughter.  I turned over to look at Tony who’d slept the entire night on top of the covers beside me.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Like a million dollars.  You cured me.”

“What do you think is going on in the kitchen?”

“I don’t know, but if it’s burglars they’re really shitty at their job.”

Tony, Trixie and I all got up and walked down the hall to the kitchen.  Daddy and the sheriff were there, seemingly trying to cook a breakfast.  When they saw the three of us standing in the doorway, they both burst out laughing.

“We were trying to be quiet.” Daddy said.

“We wanted breakfast and I didn’t have any food in my house.” the sheriff said.

“Sit your silly asses down and get out of my way.” I replied.

The two of them sat down at the table, still snorting with laughter and Tony said, “Andy was really sick last night.  Do you even give a shit?”

“Andy could have leprosy and he’d kick its ass and send it packing.” daddy replied.  “He’s the least of my worries.”

“Well, fuck you, too.” Tony said and swiveling on his heel marched off down the hall followed by Trixie.

 

“So how are you feeling?” daddy asked when he’d left.

“Amazingly better.  It must have been one of those bugs.  Tony took care of me.” I replied.

“He even had a fever.” Tony called from somewhere in the house.

I started preparing breakfast.  Steve and Will showed up at some point, Tony took a seat and I fed Trixie first.  We were in the midst of breakfast, daddy and the sheriff acting like giggly teenagers, when the sheriff’s phone rang.  He suddenly became all business and ended the call with, “I’ll be right there.”

“I’ve got to go.” he said, putting some bacon and biscuits into a napkin.  To daddy he said, “I’ll call you later.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” daddy asked.

“Something at the church.  The people are there for morning mass but the priest is nowhere to be found and the building is still locked up tight.  I need to see what’s going on.”

“Can I come along?” I asked.

“For what?” the sheriff replied.

“The last time there was a dead body you wouldn’t let me see.  Maybe there will be one this time.” I said.

“No, you can’t come.” the sheriff said.

“I’ll drive,” Tony said.  “I don’t want you out alone after last night.  Besides, I’d like to see a dead body, too.”

“You’re both a couple of pervs.” Steve said and daddy and Will just chuckled.

The sheriff left, closely followed by myself and Tony.  As the sheriff was pulling out with us behind him, Cody pulled into the drive.  We stopped and Tony put down the window opposite Cody’s.

“What was he doing here so early?” Cody asked.

“He and daddy spent the night together.” I said.

A dark look passed over Cody’s face but all he said was, “I’ll have to talk to my brother about that.”

At the church there was a cluster of people outside the doors in front.

“I’ve never known Father Kennedy to be late for Mass.” old Mr. Phelps told the sheriff.  “I was worried, that’s why I called you.  Mrs. Johnson, the housekeeper is here but I wouldn’t let her go in until you arrived.”

Mrs. Johnson promptly relinquished her keys and the sheriff unlocked the door to the parish house and went inside.  Tony and I, along with the crowd, waited on the front porch.

“He didn’t close the door.” Tony said.

“So he probably doesn’t mind if we come in.” Mrs. Johnson said.

No sooner said than done.  The silent crowd pushed inside, led by Tony.  We could hear the sheriff opening and closing doors upstairs and the rest of us fanned out to investigate.  It was Mr. Phelps who found the priest and raised the alarm.

We gathered in the church around the fallen statue.  Mrs. Johnson, leaning down and looking under the marble statue base said, “Smashed him flatter than a roach, that statue did.”

“Have some respect for the dead.” Mr. Phelps told her.

“You have respect; I never did like the old bastard.  The only reason I cleaned for him was because he paid me but there was always something creepy about him.  I’m surely glad I won’t have to clean up this mess, blood stains a marble floor.”

“Here, what are all of these papers?” Mr. Phelps asked.  He bent and picked a few up and as he read them his eyebrows climbed his forehead.  He handed the bundle to Mrs. Johnson who, reading them in turn, said, “Oh, my lands.  What has that old son of a bitch been up to?”

By the time the sheriff got into the church, the whole crowd was standing at a respectful distance but noting every particular of the crushed priest and the broken statue.  Members of the crowd had picked up some of the notes and started reading them to each other.

“Every one drop what you have in your hands and get your asses out of here before I arrest every last one of you.” the sheriff bellowed.  There was a mass exodus, each of us trying to get out first the same way we’d come in.  People clustered on the front porch and milled in the yard until the sheriff himself appeared.

“What do you think happened?” Mrs. Johnson asked the sheriff.

“It looks like the statue fell on him.” he stated the obvious.

“But how?” Tony asked.  “That statue has stood there for years.  We didn’t have earth tremors or anything last night.  How could it just fall on him?”

The sheriff was in no mood for questions.

“Fuck if I know.” he said.  “Maybe she just took a notion and hopped.”

I saw a spark ignite behind Tony’s eyes.

“Now everyone get the fuck out of here while I figure out what to do.” the sheriff said.

Tony didn’t say anything on the drive home but I could see wheels turning in his head.  When we got home, he excused himself saying he had some computer work to do and shut himself into his bedroom.  I started early preparations for lunch, deciding that today called for a special meal.  I had a leg of lamb in the freezer that would make an excellent lunch and sandwiches for supper.  I got to work.

I was deep in Martha Stewart mode when Tony returned to the kitchen a while later.

“Take a look at this.” he said, sliding his laptop in front of me.

The screen was opened to his social media account.  His current posting concerned the incident at the church and a lot more.  He told how the priest had been a predator, preying on children for years without being caught.  He even related his own experiences and referenced Steve as being victims and having first hand knowledge.  He described the litter of notes on the church floor, each from a victim who was praying to the Madonna to intervene and make the priest stop.  Finally, he quoted the sheriff saying, “Maybe she just took a notion and hopped.” and he concluded that the concentrated sorrow of all of those pleas finally compelled the statue to spring from the niche and destroy the priest.

“I didn’t know that you were such an excellent writer.” I said when I’d finished reading.  What are you going to do if daddy sees this?”

“It’s alright, it has been secret long enough.  He’ll see something about it in the papers anyway and it will probably make him wonder.  I‘ll show it to him after lunch.”

“I admire you more every day, Tony Russell.” I said.

He looked embarrassed, shuffled his feet and said, “Just look how many likes and shares I’ve already gotten on this.”

The fellows were surprised and gratified by the massive spread of dishes I’d cooked for lunch and they ate like a plague of locusts.  I was surprised there weren’t bites taken out of the plates.  After we’d eaten and were all enjoying a second cup of coffee daddy asked, “What was up at the church this morning?”

“Father Kennedy is dead.” Tony said.

“Heart attack?” Cody said.

“Nope, a lot more mysterious than that.  One of the big statues in the church toppled over right on top of him and smashed him flat as a pancake.”

I saw Steve start, then he swiveled his head to look at me.  I ignored him.

“That’s not a very nice way to talk about a priest dying.” daddy said to Tony.

“That old fucker deserved exactly what he got.” Steve said, his eyes still on me.

Daddy started to reply but Tony cut him off.  “Just read this.” he told daddy and passed the laptop over to him after he pulled it from beneath the table.

Daddy and Cody put their heads together in front of the screen and I watched a look of disapproval, then a look of shock and then a look of deep sorrow and anger pass over daddy’s face.

“When?” he asked.  “When did he do this to you?  Are you hurt?  Why didn’t you ever tell me?”  Tears had started to roll down his cheeks.

“We’re okay.” Steve said.  “We did tell people at the church and they called us liars and said we could be arrested.  That we’d go to a children’s jail until we were grown.”

“If I had only known, I would have killed that fucker in cold blood.” daddy said, wiping his cheeks.

“That’s the other reason; we didn’t want you going to jail because we knew you would have killed him.”  

Daddy started sobbing at that and he said, “I’m a terrible father.  My one main job is to protect my sons and I’m pure shit at it.”

“You couldn’t have done anything and we’re alright, you let us get away from him and didn’t even need to argue about it.  You did everything you could at the time without knowing the whole story.” Steve said.

“You two must hate me.” daddy said.  “I let you down.”

“You never let us down, you are the best father in the world.” Tony said.

Daddy started to say something else but Cody spoke up.

“Alright, brother, shut the fuck up.  It wasn’t your fault, the boys know that and they don’t blame you.  Just be thankful that they were smart enough to deal with it on their own and it wasn’t any worse.  It sounds like some of those kids lived through hell on earth.  Now stop feeling sorry for yourself or I’ll slap the snot out of you.”

Daddy stared at Cody wide eyed when he’s stopped talking and then he broke into laughter at the same time as he cried.

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around here.” daddy told him.  “You can really talk sense when you put your mind to it.”

“You’re damned right.” Cody replied.  “Now quit your blubbering.  We’ve got a full afternoon of work ahead of us.”

Everyone got up from the table and daddy went first to Steve and then Tony and wrapped each in a bear hug, kissing their faces.  They both turned scarlet red.

As the others filed out, Steve sat back down at the table.  I turned my back to him and began working at the sink but I could feel his eyes on me.

“I can feel you staring at me.” I said, my back still turned.  He didn’t reply.

I continued what I was doing, conscious the whole time of him staring at my back.

“Will you cut it out?” I said.  “You’re giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

I heard his chair move and I glanced around as he stood up.  He just gave me a slight smile for a moment and then went out the door.

Tony, from down the hall, called out, “My post is going viral.  It’s burning up the internet.”

It wasn’t until the next morning that I made it back into town and my first stop was the sheriff’s office.  When I walked in, he was in the process of slamming a file drawer so hard that I was surprised it didn’t go through the back wall.

“Ah, fuck, more trouble.” he said when he saw me.

“Well a merry good morning to you, too.” I replied.  “What’s the matter, did the laundry put too much starch in your uniform again?”

“Your brother.” he replied.  “He’s lucky I haven’t kicked his ass from one end of Main Street to the other.  Did you see what he put on the internet?”

“I thought it was pretty good.” I said.  “He has a real talent for writing.”

“And for starting a shit storm.” the sheriff said as he sat down behind his desk.  “My phone message box was filled this morning when I got here; I even had a fucking call from Japan.  Everyone wants to know about the ‘miracle’ of the priest’s death.  I did not say that the statue attacked him, either.”

“You said it hopped on him, don’t blame Tony for that.”

“And he told about the notes.  I’ve been getting calls all morning from people in town wanting to know if their kid had a note back there and from journalists wanting to see the notes.  They’re even sending a New York Times reporter out her to cover the story.”

“Is that bad?” I asked.

“My second call this morning was from the bishop, that cocksucker.  He instructed me that I was to turn the notes over to a priest he would be sending here today and that I wasn’t to say anything publicly about their existence.  He also told me that the Church would be handling things from now on and that I was to step away.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him that he might be able to throw his weight around with the rest of his dress wearing cronies but that I’m the sheriff in this town and that I’m investigating a suspicious death.  I also informed him that I would not be turning any evidence over to anyone and that until I cleared the premises, the church was off limits to him and everyone else on earth without my say-so.  He started in on some bullshit about how the Church would be displeased if I didn’t co-operate and that he might have to call my superiors.  I told him to have at it, that I was already sheriff in a town at the ass end of nowhere and I couldn’t sink much lower on the totem pole.  I was pissed off by then, so I told him he was also welcome to take it up with the Pope, all of his saints and Jesus himself for that matter.  Then I told him that if anyone tampered with my investigation they’d be sitting in jail, priest or not.  Then I hung up on him.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you so much.” I said.  “Want me to suck your dick as a reward?”

“Yeah, but not till later.  I’ve got to find out if that reporter has showed up.”

Just as we were about to leave the office, the phone rang once again.  The sheriff went back to his desk and looked at the caller I D.

“It’s that fucking bishop again.” he said to me.  “Take a seat and keep quiet, I’ll put him on speakerphone.”

I hurried to a seat and the sheriff clicked the phone and asked, “Yes?”

“Sheriff, I’m afraid we got off on the wrong foot this morning and I was just calling to apologize.” a voice said on the phone.

“Duly noted.” the sheriff replied.

“We would like your help, though.  You’re probably aware of the current scandals brewing regarding the Church.  We need to do as much damage control as possible to keep this from being blown out of proportion.”

“I don’t think it’s possible to blow child abuse out of proportion.” the sheriff said, looking at me.

“No, of course not.  But those notes, so embarrassing.  There’s no need to rake up old coals to feed the fire.  We’d like this to all die down and go away as quietly as possible.”

I saw a sudden flash of comprehension pass over the sheriff’s face and he said, “You knew, didn’t you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You knew what that shithead was up to, didn’t you?”

The bishop didn’t respond, there was silence on the line.

“I’ll bet you fuckers knew all along.  If someone were to check, I bet they’d find there were complaints and nothing was done.  I wouldn’t even be surprised if that bastard had a history, which is why you sent him out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“What’s done is done.” the bishop said.  “There’s no reason to dig up ancient history.”

“I’ll bet all of those children would have a different opinion.” the sheriff said.  “Bishop, don’t call here again unless it’s on specific business regarding this matter I’m investigating.  I will do as my office requires but I’m not going to be part of your cover-up.”

He clicked a button and the phone disconnected.

He looked at me for a long moment and then he said, “I’ve wondered all morning why they were so quick to dip their oar in.  They’re hiding the truth.”

He sat musing for a moment and then he asked, “Andy, would you do a little chore for me?”

“Does it involve getting naked?”

“No, but if you help me out, we could do that later.  I just need you to makes some copies for me.”

“Sure, I’ll help”

He gazed at me another moment and then he reached into his lower desk drawer and pulled out an accordion file.

“These are the notes from the church.” he told me.  “Try to get two or three on a page and then hand me each one.”

I jumped up and went to the copier behind him and started making duplicates.  As I ran off each sheet I handed it to him, he read it over and then wrote a few lines on the reverse.

“What are you noting?” I asked.

“Just possible identities of who might have written each note, based on who has that first name in town.”

We were more than half finished when my phone rang.  I answered and Tony said, “Where are you?”

“I’m at the sheriff’s office.  Where are you?”

“At the diner.  With a New York Times reporter.  He’s interviewing me for a story.  Do you want to meet him?”

I covered the mouthpiece of the phone and told the sheriff, “Shit!  It’s Tony and he’s at the diner with the Times reporter.”

Instead of being upset, the sheriff smiled at me for the first time.

“That’s perfect.” he said.  “Tell Tony when they finish up to bring his guest here and I’ll give him a statement.”

I relayed the message and we went back to work copying.  When I’d finished all of the notes, he put the accordion file away and handed me another file.  

“These are the case notes I’ve made so far and they aren’t for public consumption, so don’t read them while you’re copying them.” he said.

Again, I did as he asked and when I’d finished with those sheets, he pulled a new file folder from a drawer and placed all of the copies inside.

“You can leave if you need to.” he told me.

“Hell no.” I replied.  “I want to meet this reporter.  He might be cuter than you.”  I pulled out my phone and pretended to be engrossed in internet dreck.

After a few silent minutes I asked, “So how did you and my dad get along the other night?”

The sheriff got an almost reverent look on his face and replied, “You’ve been holding out on me, you little shit.”

I couldn’t resist adding, “Uncle Cody didn’t seem too pleased to hear about it.”

The sheriff got a rueful look on his face and after another moment he said, “Cody has call not to like it.”

“Okay, spill it.  You can’t just say something like that and not go on.”

And at that very moment, Tony opened the door and entered with another man.  The other man was a tweedy, nerdy looking guy with oversized glasses and a spiky haircut.  

“This is Ben Draper, from the New York Times.” he stated and then introduced the sheriff and myself.

“They sent you pretty far for a story.” the sheriff said.

“There’s a lot of interest since Tony’s story went viral.” Ben said.  “Everyone wants to know about the miracle statue and the evil priest.”

The sheriff glared at Tony who smiled back.  

“Nothing in that story is official, you understand.  Especially the quote from me.”

“Tony has explained all of that.” Ben said as we all took seats.  “What can you tell me about what happened?”

“You realize I can’t say anything about an ongoing investigation?” the sheriff said.  When Ben nodded he said, “Well, then write that down and quote me.”

Ben did as instructed and the sheriff leaned back in his chair.

“What we have is a mystery.  All of the doors to the church and parish house were locked, the priest was alone in the church and yet a statue that must weigh a ton managed to move s foot forward, by itself, and crushed the cocksucker.”

Ben’s ears perked up and the sheriff said, “Don’t quote cocksucker.  If you were to ask some of the folks who were there when he was found, they’d probably tell you all about the notes covering the floor that fell out from behind the statue.  Some of the folks read some of them before I could stop them and they’d probably tell you that the notes involve child abuse, probably dating all the way back to when the priest came here.  Probably.”

Ben was scribbling as fast as he could.  I had no doubt that somewhere on his body his phone was on record, too.

“I’ve spoken to the bishop today and he said that there is no reason to pursue this story, to dig up ancient history or check into the priest’s past to embarrass the church.  So that’s what I’m passing on to you, right?”

“Assuredly.  See, I wrote down those exact words.”

“Very good.  Really, that’s all I can tell you.  Now, the notes that are in this folder…”  He laid his hand on top of the new folder on top of his desk.  “Now, they might have a lot more to say, being copies of all of the notes from the church with the possible writers noted on the backs.  But then, I can’t give you these copies that no one else knows about, it would be really irresponsible of me if this file fell into your hands, especially since it doesn‘t even exist.”

“I can see how that would be.” Ben replied.

“Well, that’s all I can tell you.” the sheriff said.  “It was really nice to meet you and please feel free to take advantage of our hospitality while you’re in town.”  He turned to Tony and myself and said, “Boys, I’m sure Mr. Draper probably needs some time alone to gather his thoughts and look over his notes and I need a coffee.  Let’s the 3 of us run down to the diner, coffee on me.”

We were just about to leave the office when the phone rang again.  The sheriff looked at the caller, beckoned us all in and held a finger to his lips, then put the phone on speaker and said, “What?”

“This is Bishop…” the caller started.

“I know who it is.  What do you want?”  

“I just wanted to say that I’ve spoken to my superiors and we’ve agreed that you will have free rein until your investigation is complete.”

“Well, wasn’t that sweet of them.” the sheriff replied.

“We do have two requests, though.” the bishop said, ignoring the sheriff’s remark.  “We would ask that you dispose of that statue and have someone in as soon as possible to clean up the blood and…uh, other things that might be on the church floor.”

“I can do that.” the sheriff said.  “What should I do with the statue?”

“Break it up.  Sell it for scrap.  Bury it, for all I care.  Just get rid of it, however you’d like.  People seem ghoulishly interested in that statue, we just want it gone.”

“Will do.” the sheriff said.  “And I repeat, I want no part of your cover-up concerning Kennedy.” the sheriff said, looking directly at Ben.

“Father Kennedy may have had some regrettable tendencies and a sordid history but he’s still a priest and you need to respect that…”

The sheriff cut him off mid-sentence saying, “I’ll call you when you can have your church back.” and disconnected.

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that, I didn’t realize my phone was on speaker.  Someone should have told me.” he said to the grinning Ben.  “Now, coffee it is for us three.  Ben, please tidy up before you leave.”  He placed his hand on the folder again and slid it a bit forward.

When we were out on the street I said, “You’re kind of a prick when you want to be.  I hope I never get on your bad side.”

“Don’t try to tell me how to run my office or usurp my authority and you won’t have to worry about my bad side.” he replied.

Tony, behind us, said, “Sheriff, I don’t think you have a bad side, at least not that I can see.”

“But won’t you get into trouble over the file?” I asked as we arrived at the diner.

“Those sons of bitches are going to have their hands too full of their own trouble to raise a fuss about me.” he replied.

We had our coffee and chatted about general bullshit.  Judging he’d been gone long enough, the sheriff got up to go, followed by me and Tony.  Back on the sidewalk I said, “You started to tell me a story earlier and I expect you to finish it.”

He looked sad for a moment and then he said, “And that reminds me, I need to call your father.”  He brightened up as he said it.

We were halfway home, Tony engrossed on the ongoing drama of his internet story when he said, eyes on the screen, “People really are interested in that ugly statue.  There are a whole slew of people wanting to know how they can get a piece of it.”

I almost put us through the windscreen I braked so fast and I pulled over off the road.

“Where is my fucking brain when I need it?” I asked out loud, at the same time pulling my phone out and calling the sheriff.

“Just can’t get enough of my company?” he asked when he picked up.

“What are you going to do with that statue?” I asked.

“Have someone haul it off and throw it down the gravel pit or something, why?”

“I want it.” I told him.  “I would be willing to make an appropriate donation to the church in return for it.”

“You’re up to something, I can tell, but I’ll have it dumped on your daddy’s front lawn ASAP.  How’s that?”

“Don’t forget to call daddy.” I responded and disconnected.

I turned to Tony and he said, “I already know.  I’ll start making preparations on the internet tonight.”

Supper that evening was mainly leftovers but no one seemed to mind.  During the course of the meal, daddy announced that he’d be away all night again.

Tony had taken to having Trixie the dog at the table with us, sitting on her own chair with her own place setting in front of her.  He would feed her a bite in between his own from her plate.  Most nights, she had the best manners of all assembled.

Now, feeding her a bite of lamb, without looking up he said, “Trixie says she’s not too comfortable with you spending too much time with the sheriff, daddy.”

Daddy looked at Tony and Trixie and then said, “Trixie needs to mind her own business before she finds herself in a cage at the dog pound.”

Trixie responded by flattening her ears, baring her teeth and growling at daddy.

“Trixie says she goes for the throat so don’t even think about it.” Tony said.

“Now I’m having conversations with a dog.” daddy said to Uncle Cody.

“That dog sounds smarter than you.” Uncle Cody replied.

“There is one thing that we have to do this evening and I’m not excusing anyone or taking no for an answer about it.” Daddy said.

“About what?” I asked.

“I found out that Father Kennedy is being buried this evening, all hush hush.  I want us all to go and see him off.”

“No way.” Steve said.

“Why the hell would we do that?” Uncle Cody asked.

“I said no arguments.  Andy and I will both drive so there’s room for us all.  No need to change clothes.  Now, everyone up, we’ll clean up later.”

“I’m not…” Steve started to say but daddy cut him off saying, “I’m not asking, I’m telling.  Get your ass moving.”

The trip to the graveyard was silent.  Tony sat next to me in front, Steve and Will sat in the back and a black cloud hovered over everyone.

When we arrived, we immediately saw where the burial was taking place even though there was a lone priest reading a service and not one mourner.  The two grave diggers, young black men, stood a short distance away.

The priest smiled and nodded at us as our group converged on the grave.  We stood and listened as he read his ritual and then he asked us, “Would anyone like to say some words?”

“Not so much words.” Daddy replied.  He stepped up to the edge of the grave, unzipped his fly and flopped his big dick out.  Holding it in his hand, he pissed into the grave so that he soaked the coffin below.

“Here, you can’t be doing that.” the priest said, looking horrified.

“Fuck you, priest.” daddy replied.  “Someone should have told this dead cocksucker what he couldn’t do.  Boys, won’t you join me?”

Of course we did.  Perched on the edge of the open grave, we all flopped our cocks out and drenched the coffin.  The priest turned away and hurried off without looking back.

I glanced over at the grave diggers who were both laughing.  They stepped up to the edge of the grave where we all still stood pissing.

“He get to you too?” the older of the two asked.

“No, my boys here when they were little.” daddy said.

“Yep, he messed with me and my brother here, too.” the man said.  He and his brother both unzipped their flies, hauled out their cocks and took a turn pissing into the grave.

None of us missed a chance to check out their cocks and they both were packing beauties.  Long, dark thick meat with dark cock heads bigger than the shaft.  As we all stood there, cocks in the breeze, Tony almost toppled into the grave from staring at the new cocks so hard.

Uncle Cody nudged daddy and nodded his head at Tony.  The two young black men, standing directly opposite him, were standing with their cocks hanging and staring back at Tony.

“You fellows ever tell anyone about what happened to you?” daddy asked them.

“Nobody was going to credit anything from the likes of us.” the older guy said.

“It’s important to talk about it.” daddy told them.  “My boys kept it a secret, too, they just now told me.  You fellows need someone to tell your story to, someone who went through the same thing.  Someone like my son Tony here.”

When they didn’t reply, daddy asked, “What kind of beer do you fellows like?”

“The cold kind.” the older said with a laugh.

“I can supply that.” daddy said.  “I’ll make sure there’s cold beer and snacks in the fridge, why don’t you guys come over when you’re done with your work.  I’ll be away for the night but I’m sure that Tony will make sure you get anything you want.”

Both of their dicks had started to swell and thicken and they had a little trouble stuffing them back into their flies.

“Let me tell you where we live…” daddy started but the older brother again spoke up and said, “We know where you live.  “You all have those horses.  Can’t hurt for us to stop by and get to know Tony better.”

Tony just smiled and licked his lips.  

The next morning there was a rumbling from a big truck outside during breakfast and a large dump truck dumped the broken statue in the yard.  Tony had had overnight guests and he absolutely beamed with satisfaction that had nothing to do with the statue.  When the truck left, I called the sheriff and asked him to come over and then I called Ronnie and Bennie with the same request.  They were all there in less than half an hour and Tony, Daddy and I greeted them when they arrived.

“What’s this, you starting a graveyard?” Bennie asked, kicking at the broken statue.

“No, I’m putting you fuckers into business.” I replied.  “You two and the sheriff are going to establish a new charity for abused children  You two are going to be the public face, the sheriff will be in charge of funds and I’ll do all of the bookkeeping and legal shit.  And it’s all going to be based on this statue.”

“You’re going to need to do a hell of a repair job, in that case.” Ronnie said.  I noticed that he was staring at daddy and smiling and daddy was intrigued.

“Just the opposite.” I said.  “We’re going to break her down into gravel and then we’re going to sell the pebbles over the internet to people wanting a portion of the miraculous priest killing, revenge taking statue.”

“You think there are enough suckers out there to make it worthwhile?” the sheriff asked.

“Look,” Tony said, showing him his laptop.  “I raised the possibility of pieces being for sale last night.  I’ve already got over a thousand people as prospective buyers.”

“I guess there really is one born every minute.” the sheriff said.  Now he was smiling and batting his eyes at daddy, too.

“Well, we’ve got the tools to bust her up.” Bennie said.  “I can have a couple of guys over here this afternoon.”

“Don’t bust up her head and save her hand.  We’ll auction those off to the highest bidder.” Tony said.

“And what do we get out of this?” Ronnie asked.

“You get credibility, a positive public image and you get to spend time supposedly doing business with the sheriff without anyone asking questions.” I replied.

“Good enough for me.” Ronnie said.  He and Bennie got on their bikes and roared out.

“And what’s your role?” the sheriff asked daddy.

“No role, I just came out to look at you.” he replied.

Tony had already gone indoors and I followed but I stopped on the porch.  Daddy and the sheriff had their heads together, whispering and laughing and as I watched them I noticed how intimate they seemed together.  I watched until daddy patted the sheriff on his ass and then walked toward the barn.

The sheriff was so engrossed in watching him walk away that he didn’t even hear me come up beside him.

“You two seem awfully buddy-buddy after just a couple of tricks.” I said.  “What’s going on with you two?”

The sheriff looked at me smiling and then a whole river of expressions passed over his face until finally he was wide eyed and a little shocked looking.

“I think I’m in love with your father.” he said, looking even more shocked.

“Someone please just fucking kill me now.” was all I could respond.