Gay Male / 49
To make things easier I will use the name Frank. I am gay, always have been and I have always had an attraction towards the forbidden side. At the time, back in 1984 I lived in Philadelphia and I was sucking the parish Priest. It's ok, I was old enough, I just had a thing for Priests. The Priest is central to this, he was the man in the middle.
He told me one day that he needed a favor, his cousin had asked for a man to get his niece and bring her to him. She had gotten involved with the wrong crowd and rumor was that she was doing drugs and sucking dogs. Rumors, of course the Priest didn't know for sure, but if she was sucking dogs he had to get involved. I found the girl, her nickname was Wicked in part because she did suck dogs for money and she fucked for money, she was a sixteen year old hooker. I took her to her Uncle and he told her that if she didn't straighten up he was going to send her to Miami.
She lived with her grandmother and her little sister who was thirteen. The street said that the little girl was also looking for trouble, which I reported to the Priest. The Priest reported it to the Uncle and the Uncle went to see the Grandmother and scolded the little girl and told her that he wasn't going to have her be a whore like her sister. All this happened with me present because the Priest had told the Uncle that I would hang out with the Grandmother and keep the little girl from becoming a whore. It was OK, the Uncle knew I sucked dick and I didn't like little girls.
The sister, the sixteen year old got sent to this house for drug users to dry her out. She was already pretty fucked up. The little girl, that is part of the problem, the Uncle took a liking to the little girl, like he really liked the little girl, but the Grandmother put a stop to it and told him to stay away from them. The Priest asked me to hang around, keep the bad guys from coming to the Grandmother's house and walk the little girl to school and back and basically get the message out that she had a man looking after her.
When the big sister got out of the center she went straight back to doing cocaine and she sucked a dog on the street, sort of to show the Uncle off. She went straight to Miami. And I moved in with the Grandmother and the little girl. Full time, I was on the Uncle's payroll. He came over on Saturday's for lunch, to eat lunch with the girl and the Grandmother, but he really just wanted to be around the girl. She may not have liked it, but she sat in his lap and he kissed her and ran his hands all over her so he could feel how she was growing up. He was paying the bills and my job was to keep the street away from her, not him.
At that time I was sucking the Priest almost every day, I had to. I went to the Church and I sucked him and told him that I didn't want the job but he sent me back and told me to keep the jerks away from the girl. Then I got the message that I was to go with the Uncle and the girl and the Grandmother to Miami. We went to see the sister. We went to this house, and she was brought into the living room where we were sitting, she was all cleaned up, with short hair and her eyes were not there. It was her day to say goodbye to her family before she took her vows to belong to the Convent that she was in. She was going to be a Nun. I never saw her again, I heard later that she got sent to work at a mission in the South West, but just exactly where I wasn't told. But she did become a Nun.
After we got back to Philadelphia the Uncle took the girl and made her his wife. After he made her his wife he called his cousin the Priest to come over and make sure she was his wife, all the Sacraments of Marriage, and he and the girl went through the ceremony in the living room of the Grandmother's house. But the Priest told me that it wasn't legal, maybe religious but not legal. That day I sucked the Priest, I don't think I had been more in love with the Priest than I was that day.
I hung around the Grandmother and the girl as she went on through her grades, walked with her to school and back, and made sure she went to the classes that the Uncle had arranged for her. She got good grades and the jerks stayed away. And she grew up and she wasn't this little girl anymore, she was something else, much prettier than her sister had been and she was smart. The legal thing happened after she finished her school and was eighteen, this time she and the Uncle went to the courthouse and when they came home she told me she had gotten married at the courthouse.
She moved in with the Uncle (which by the way was not a family relationship, it was a term of respect for the old man) and everyone knew that she was the Uncle's wife and no one overcharged the Grandmother for anything, in fact most services were complimentary. For me things went along fine and me and the Priest, he left the Priesthood and in the later nineties we moved to the West Coast for the weather. The Uncle always treated me fair, took care of me and the Priest, even though he could get ugly about the queer stuff which really turned him off. I never went back on him telling him that wanting that girl when she was thirteen was just as bad. but he did marry her and she has his kids.
Like I said earlier, the sister is a Nun and I hear via the Priest that she the two sisters do from time to time exchange notes. But this was all in the eighties, when things on the street were all fucked up for everyone.
He told me one day that he needed a favor, his cousin had asked for a man to get his niece and bring her to him. She had gotten involved with the wrong crowd and rumor was that she was doing drugs and sucking dogs. Rumors, of course the Priest didn't know for sure, but if she was sucking dogs he had to get involved. I found the girl, her nickname was Wicked in part because she did suck dogs for money and she fucked for money, she was a sixteen year old hooker. I took her to her Uncle and he told her that if she didn't straighten up he was going to send her to Miami.
She lived with her grandmother and her little sister who was thirteen. The street said that the little girl was also looking for trouble, which I reported to the Priest. The Priest reported it to the Uncle and the Uncle went to see the Grandmother and scolded the little girl and told her that he wasn't going to have her be a whore like her sister. All this happened with me present because the Priest had told the Uncle that I would hang out with the Grandmother and keep the little girl from becoming a whore. It was OK, the Uncle knew I sucked dick and I didn't like little girls.
The sister, the sixteen year old got sent to this house for drug users to dry her out. She was already pretty fucked up. The little girl, that is part of the problem, the Uncle took a liking to the little girl, like he really liked the little girl, but the Grandmother put a stop to it and told him to stay away from them. The Priest asked me to hang around, keep the bad guys from coming to the Grandmother's house and walk the little girl to school and back and basically get the message out that she had a man looking after her.
When the big sister got out of the center she went straight back to doing cocaine and she sucked a dog on the street, sort of to show the Uncle off. She went straight to Miami. And I moved in with the Grandmother and the little girl. Full time, I was on the Uncle's payroll. He came over on Saturday's for lunch, to eat lunch with the girl and the Grandmother, but he really just wanted to be around the girl. She may not have liked it, but she sat in his lap and he kissed her and ran his hands all over her so he could feel how she was growing up. He was paying the bills and my job was to keep the street away from her, not him.
At that time I was sucking the Priest almost every day, I had to. I went to the Church and I sucked him and told him that I didn't want the job but he sent me back and told me to keep the jerks away from the girl. Then I got the message that I was to go with the Uncle and the girl and the Grandmother to Miami. We went to see the sister. We went to this house, and she was brought into the living room where we were sitting, she was all cleaned up, with short hair and her eyes were not there. It was her day to say goodbye to her family before she took her vows to belong to the Convent that she was in. She was going to be a Nun. I never saw her again, I heard later that she got sent to work at a mission in the South West, but just exactly where I wasn't told. But she did become a Nun.
After we got back to Philadelphia the Uncle took the girl and made her his wife. After he made her his wife he called his cousin the Priest to come over and make sure she was his wife, all the Sacraments of Marriage, and he and the girl went through the ceremony in the living room of the Grandmother's house. But the Priest told me that it wasn't legal, maybe religious but not legal. That day I sucked the Priest, I don't think I had been more in love with the Priest than I was that day.
I hung around the Grandmother and the girl as she went on through her grades, walked with her to school and back, and made sure she went to the classes that the Uncle had arranged for her. She got good grades and the jerks stayed away. And she grew up and she wasn't this little girl anymore, she was something else, much prettier than her sister had been and she was smart. The legal thing happened after she finished her school and was eighteen, this time she and the Uncle went to the courthouse and when they came home she told me she had gotten married at the courthouse.
She moved in with the Uncle (which by the way was not a family relationship, it was a term of respect for the old man) and everyone knew that she was the Uncle's wife and no one overcharged the Grandmother for anything, in fact most services were complimentary. For me things went along fine and me and the Priest, he left the Priesthood and in the later nineties we moved to the West Coast for the weather. The Uncle always treated me fair, took care of me and the Priest, even though he could get ugly about the queer stuff which really turned him off. I never went back on him telling him that wanting that girl when she was thirteen was just as bad. but he did marry her and she has his kids.
Like I said earlier, the sister is a Nun and I hear via the Priest that she the two sisters do from time to time exchange notes. But this was all in the eighties, when things on the street were all fucked up for everyone.
