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The coffeepot beeped and Ada rose to pour them two cups.
Setting Hal's down in front of him, she took her seat. "Tell me
first about your young man."
Hal took a deep breath. "He's funny, loyal to a fault, cute,"
Hal shrugged, "and he's the reverend at the Cattle Valley
Community Church."
"Oh my," Ada said, touching her hand to her ample bosom.
"Is he the reason you're trying to work through things?"
"Mostly. I love him, well, I love the man, but I'm
struggling with his profession." Hal stopped and took a sip of
his coffee. "Do you know what my mom died of?"
Ada looked shocked. "You mean you don't?"
Hal shook his head. "I was told by the Reverend Marshall
and other members of the congregation that she died because
I hadn't prayed hard enough."
Ada made a sound in her throat and covered her mouth.
"Oh my God," she finally said. "I had no idea. When Reverend
Marshall called to ask us if we'd take you in, he simply said
you were a sullen, unfriendly sort and that we'd have our
hands full. Dave and I couldn't have children, so we thought
God had brought you to us by way of Reverend Marshall. I
had no idea a man of God could treat a child that way."
Feeling a tear escape down his cheek, Hal quickly wiped it
away and cleared his throat. These people wanted him,
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despite what Marshall had told them. He had spent ten years
living under their roof and had never reciprocated their love.
Looking into Ada's eyes now, Hal had no doubt despite the
way he'd treated them, at least Ada had grown to love him.
Suddenly it didn't matter anymore, none of it.
Casey had been right. It wasn't God he was angry with,
but rather his mother and her people. "Just tell me one thing.
Would my mother have lived had she gone to the doctor for
treatment instead of using prayer to heal her?"
Ada sighed heavily and stared into the black brew. "Maybe
for a while longer, but she would've passed regardless. She
had acute myeloid leukaemia."
He didn't know whether that made him feel better or
worse, but it told him that his ability to pray had nothing to
do with it.
"Would you like to stay for supper?"
Hal looked at the clock above the stove. It was only one
o'clock. He knew they ate supper at five on Sundays. "I can't
today, but I'd like to bring Casey over to meet you sometime
within the next couple of weeks. Uh, if you think it would be
okay with Dave?"
"What are you doing for Christmas dinner?" she asked, a
smile warming her face.
"Well, Casey will have services in the morning but nothing
after that. Do you think the two of you would like to come
and hear his sermon? You could come over afterward and we
could all have a nice dinner. Maybe you should plan on just
spending the weekend. I know I should've invited you over
before." Hal buried his face in his hands. "I've been so
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screwed up for so long." He looked at Ada. "Please give me
another chance."
Ada dabbed at the tears in her eyes and scooted her chair
back. Coming around the table, she pulled Hal out of his chair
and wrapped him in an embrace. "I'll have to talk to Dave of
course, but I'd love to hear your young man's sermon on
Christmas morning."
Sniffling, Hal nodded. "Casey will be so pleased to have
you there, and so will I."
Ada looked up at him. "You mean you'll be there?"
"Yeah, but I have to make a stop on the way home.
There's someone else I need to ask for forgiveness."
* * * *
By the time Hal pulled into the garage it was going on nine
o'clock. After giving Casey a call, he'd decided to stay at Dave
and Ada's for dinner after all. As he stepped out of the truck,
the door to the kitchen opened and Casey was silhouetted to
perfection. With the bright light behind him, he almost
seemed to glow.
"You okay?" Casey asked, holding out his arms.
Hal wasted no time going to him. "I feel better at this
moment than I ever have in my life." He surprised Casey by
picking him up and carrying him into the bedroom.
Once naked under the covers, Hal straddled Casey's lap. "I
want you."
Leaning forward, Hal pulled open the bedside drawer.
Instead of the box of condoms he was expecting to find, there
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was an envelope beside the bottle of lube. Hal looked at the
envelope before looking at Casey.
"Sam brought it by the hall on his way home from the
clinic," Casey winked. "I think he must've known we'd want
the information as soon as possible."
Hal looked at the back of the envelope. "You didn't open
it?"
"No," Casey replied, with a slight shake to his head. "It
wasn't mine to open."
Hal smiled, loving his man more every minute they were
together. He wouldn't have minded Casey opening it, but it
was nice that he respected Hal's privacy enough to resist the
temptation.
"But if you don't hurry and open it, I'm gonna take it away
from you," Casey teased.
Ripping the seam of the envelope, Hal looked at the paper
inside. "Damn, we're going to save a fortune on rubbers." He
grinned down at Casey.
Casey's brows shifted in question. Pouring lube onto his
fingers, Hal circled Casey's tight pucker. "I've always
wondered what it would feel like to make love bareback. I
can't wait anymore. I want to feel my naked cock buried
inside you."
Casey sighed and rolled his eyes. "If you must," he said
dramatically, ruining the effect by letting out a loud moan as
Hal entered him with one finger. After a quick stretch, Hal
used the remaining lube on his hand to slick down his own
cock. Positioning the bare crown of his cock at Casey's hole,
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he looked into his lover's eyes. "I love you," he said as he
slowly pushed his length inside Casey's tight channel.
"Oh shit," Hal groaned. His cock was made to be inside
Casey's body. The pleasure was magnified without the tight
sheath of the condom surrounding it. This was so much better
than he'd ever imagined it could be. He was glad he'd never
slipped and rode any of his other lovers bareback. This was...
"Oh Christ," he moaned as he began pumping in and out of
Casey's sweet hole. This was more than he'd ever hoped for.
Using the hand on his uninjured arm, Casey began
stroking his own cock. "Feels good ... harder," Casey panted,
moving his head from side to side.
Never one to disappoint, Hal picked up speed, snapping his
hips against Casey's ass, the sound of his balls slapping flesh
on each forward thrust.
"Gonna," Casey said in warning.
"Paint me," Hal said watching the head of Casey's cock.
The first spurt had Hal's sac drawing up tighter. By the third
stream of white seed, Hal couldn't wait any longer and let
loose a loud growl that echoed throughout the room as he
emptied his cum deep inside the man he loved.
Not wanting to separate from Casey, Hal fell forward, but
stopped himself with his forearms before crushing his small
man. Still half-hard, he relished the feel of Casey's channel
slicked with his cum.
Finding Casey's mouth, Hal kissed him, pushing his tongue
deep. "Next time I want you inside me."
Casey's eyes went wide in the dim light of the bedroom.
"What? I've never..."
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"Neither have I, but I want to with you." Hal ran his hands
over Casey's chest, pinching and pulling at the small pebbled
discs. "Touch me," Hal moaned.
Reaching down, Casey ran his fingertips down the crack of
Hal's ass. When he brushed across and then circled his hole,
Hal moaned. Oh yeah, he wanted it. He'd never even
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