I'm sure you all remember my mentioning my sisters friends brother. The one that we sucked each other in his car one night on a back road. And that we had jacked each other off when we were out of high school for the satisfaction of a preacher. We had both turned 18 and decided why not. We had already sucked each other and this would be exciting as hell. Well someone wanted to hear more so here it is. This is how that came to be.
I was living at my parents house. I had been bored during the summer with nothing more to do than go swimming after graduating high school. I had turned 18 and no job prospects. I was tired of mowing my parents yard and helping take care of the gardens. I wanted a way to earn some money to buy things with. Than one day my Mom and Dad said they knew of this preacher that was looking for someone to mow his lawn. He was older and really couldn't do it himself. The pay was $15 each time. I agreed to do it.
I was to mow his lawn every week on Mondays. He would come pick me up and take me home when I was done as I did not have a car yet. Pretty sure he planned it that way so that there would not be a set time with having my Dad take me over. That way if more time was needed and my parents questioned the time he could make up a reason.
The first Monday came around and he picked me up when he said he would. He lived about 5 miles from my parents house so it wasn't long before we arrived. During the ride we talked a little about what needed to be done. He told me the little tricks about his lawn mower as it was an old push mower. It didn't run like it did when it was new. In my opinion he should have bought a new one but it got the job done. I finished mowing the lawn and he took me home.
The first few times was uneventful. He would pick me up, I'd mow the lawn and he would make sure I had a cold Pepsi to drink. He would take me home afterwards. It was around the 4th time that things changed. He had picked me up as usual. I could tell he was a little nervous about something but didn't ask. I went on about my work once we got to his house. It was after I was done that things were put into motion.
"Would you like to come in for a bit and talk?" He asked. "Sit and have another Pepsi?"
"Yes Father Ed." "I would like that."
He got me a cold Pepsi out of the fridge and handed it to me.
"Would you mind if we went into the basement to talk." "My sister lives with me and does not need to hear my personal conversations." "She won't come in the basement as she is afraid of it."
I wasn't sure what difference it would make but was soon to find out.
"That's fine with me." I said.
He led the way down and I followed behind him. Not sure what he wanted to talk about but it didn't really bother me. Figured it had to do with finances and how much he was paying me and didn't want his sister to know. They were both in their 70's and had little money to live on. But they made due and seemed to be happy. Finances was part of what he wanted to talk about but not as I had thought.
Once we reached the basement he walked to the furthest spot from the stairwell. I assumed it was so his sister could not look down or be able to hear as easily. I walked over to him and stood in front of him.
He said, "Son." "Can I trust you to never tell anyone what we talk about." "No matter what it is. "
