#A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan series

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A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan

CHAPTER THREE:

Featuring the Archbishop of New York, Cardinal Timothy Dolan

My name is Michael Thomas, and I'm Cardinal Timothy Dolan's lover. If you read the first two installments to this story, you learned that during an interview for the NY Times, I seduced Cardinal Dolan and found in him, after some initial reluctance, a very willing lover. One day I was home, received a telephone call. It was Cardinal Dolan and he asked if come over. He explained that he needed my help on something. I told him I'd be there right away, arriving at his mansion on Madison Avenue 30 minutes later. His receptionist greeted me, told me His Eminence was expecting me and to go right in. I knocked before opening and calling out "Your Eminence… Cardinal Dolan?"

"I'm here. Come on in Michael." Came the reply from his office. I walked in, and there he sat at his huge oak desk wearing a clerical collar with a suitcoat. I was already beginning to tent my jeans.

"Thank you for coming." He said.

I told him it wasn't a problem, and that I'm always here for him. He told me his assistant went home early due to a migraine and needed someone to help him film his segments from his show. And knowing I do something similar, he called me. Of course I agreed to help and got behind the camera and started filming. The whole time I took in his visage, and the lust was coursed through my veins. I knew he was priest. The famous Archbishop of New York, but I wanted him. Bad.

So once we were finished, I walked around to his chair and sat on his lap like I was a little kid. Before he could question this, I kissed him hard on the mouth with a little tongue thrown in. I was hot and raring to go, and sitting in the lap of this man was quite intoxicating to me.

"Michael, not here. What are you thinking?" A surprise Cardinal Dolan said. Despite his protest I could feel the substantial bulge at his crotch. I responded by putting my arms around him and burying my face in his neck. He gasped, and said "What… Martha is right out side… this isn't right."

"Relax Your Eminence, she won't come in unannounced." I said sitting in the archbishop's lap, with my arms around him taking in all of the sensations bombarding my senses. The smell of his after shave-scented skin, the soft yet firm feel of his warm body, the soft wool of the suit he was wearing, and his hard-on poking at my ass. It was all too much as I kissed him hard and placing his hand on my erection.

He quickly directed me to lock the office door. I got up from his lap and did as he asked. I came back and knelt before him in his chair, placing my hands gently on his upper legs and savoring the feel of this beautiful man. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I reached for the bulge in his pants, and he gasped in pure pleasure. I had to have his cock. I reached up and undid the bottom buttons on his clergy rabat. This gave me clear access to his crotch as I ran my hand over the bulge once more noting its size. I then unfastened his pants, unbuttoned the bottom buttons of his dress shirt exposing his belly, reached into his boxers, and extracted my 8 inches long, uncut, and beautiful prize.

Looking at him with eyes filled with love, lust, and longing, while running my hands up and down the shaft of his cock and teasing the head with my thumbs, Cardinal Dolan moaned and shivered. I finally could take no more, darted forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, tasting the precum that was collecting there. I then went down and deep throated him, making him moan again with more intensity. I went down on him with everything I had, sucking as though my life depended on it.

"So… good…" Cardinal Dolan moaned.

I went at this for some time, noting his rapid breathing and increasing excitement. All too soon his cock burst forth with a sizable load, filling my mouth. I was in heaven, and was rewarded with several more sweet spurts of his delicious cream. Cardinal Dolan slumped back in his chair, clearly satisfied as I reached up and worked his balls trying to get every bit.

As I I stood up and jerked my boxer shorts down. My long fat dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. It was so hard it was throbbing. Noting my strong erection, he then reciprocated, going down on it like a seasoned pro as I enjoyed watching this man in his clerical garb on his knees sucking me off. After teasing me and prolonging the excitement, I was desperate to fuck him.

"Take off your pants and underwear. Leave everything else on and bend over your desk." I said as I pulled my cock out of his mouth and pulled him to his feet.

I was never hornier than I was at that time, seeing this man in his clerical shirt and collar bending over his desk bare-assed with nothing else on but socks. I quickly removed my clothes and reached for the lube I kept in case such occasion should arise, and lubed my cock. I then started lubing his hole, putting first one finger, and then two in him. He moaned and shuddered. The time had arrived. I pressed my cock against his hole and slowly pushed in. He gasped and asked me to take it slow. I obliged, giving him time to get used to me before proceeding further. Finally, after some time I was balls deep in the archbishop's ass.

I then began to thrust slowly, eliciting sounds of pleasure. I was ecstatic as I pulled him in close and started to pick up the pace, hearing him gasp. I braced myself against him, and really got into it. He grunted in pure pleasure, and it was fascinating to feel his large body tremble with each thrust. I was consumed with lust, and became an animal. I reached around to find his erect cock, and began stroking it in time with my thrusts. Soon he came, shooting his load on the desk in front of him.

Now wanting to see his face as I fucked him, I pulled out, cleared off the desk, and lifted him on top. I told him to spread his legs and pressed myself between his legs, rubbing my erection against his cock. I was savoring the feel of him, with my arms wrapped around him and my head laying on his shoulder. I told him to wrap his legs around me, and immediately began probing with my fingers and cock for his hole. I found it, and once again penetrated him and began fucking him. His cock had come back to life, poking into my belly. I was more excited than I had ever been as I eagerly thrust into him. He was really gasping and moaning in pure pleasure as I picked up the pace.

"Take me, yes… take me, fuck me harder." Cardinal Dolan moaned.

This was all the invitation I needed as I wrapped my arms around him tighter while fucking him at an increasingly harder pace. It was so erotic, feeling his large solid body tremble with the force of each thrust. It was so erotic, feeling his large solid body tremble with the force of each thrust. He was moaning and babbling incoherently with pleasure, while his cock left trails of precum all over my belly. I continued at this pace for what seemed like eons. I never wanted this to end, ever. However all good things must come to an end, and I exploded inside him. Burst after burst of semen coated his insides and this caused a second orgasm from him, shooting a another load all over my abdomen.

We lay there breathing hard and totally spent, but satisfied.

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Cardinal McElroy on ‘radical inclusion’ for L.G.B.T. people, women and others in the Catholic Church

Robert W. McElroy

Originally published by America Magazine, January 24, 2023.

What paths is the church being called to take in the coming decades? While the synodal process already underway has just begun to reveal some of these paths, the dialogues that have taken place identify a series of challenges that the people of God must face if we are to reflect the identity of a church that is rooted in the call of Christ, the apostolic tradition and the Second Vatican Council.

Many of these challenges arise from the reality that a church that is calling all women and men to find a home in the Catholic community contains structures and cultures of exclusion that alienate all too many from the church or make their journey in the Catholic faith tremendously burdensome.

Reforming our own structures of exclusion will require a long pilgrimage of sustained prayer, reflection, dialogue and action—all of which should begin now.

It is important at this stage in the synodal process for the Catholic community in the United States to deepen our dialogue about these structures and cultures of exclusion for two reasons. The first is to continue to contribute to the universal discernment on these issues, recognizing that these same questions have surfaced in many nations of the world. The second reason is the recognition that since the call to synodality is a call to continuing conversion, reforming our own structures of exclusion will require a long pilgrimage of sustained prayer, reflection, dialogue and action—all of which should begin now.

Such a pilgrimage must be infused with an overpowering dedication to listen attentively to the Holy Spirit in a process of discernment, not political action. It must reflect the reality that we are part of a universal and hierarchical church that is bound together on a journey of faith and communion. It must always point to the missionary nature of the church, which looks outward in hope. Our efforts must find direction and consolation in the Eucharist and the Word of God. And they must reflect the understanding that in a church that seeks unity, renewal and reform are frequently gradual processes.

“Enlarge the Space of Your Tent,” the document issued last year by the Holy See to capture the voices of men and women from around the world who have participated in the synodal process, concluded that “the vision of a church capable of radical inclusion, shared belonging and deep hospitality according to the teachings of Jesus is at the heart of the synodal process.” We must examine the contradictions in a church of inclusion and shared belonging that have been identified by the voices of the people of God in our nation and discern in synodality a pathway for moving beyond them.

We must examine the contradictions in a church of inclusion and shared belonging and discern in synodality a pathway for moving beyond them.

Click here for full article.

Fairfield University’s Office for Mission & Identity will be hosting a special reception and guest lecture featuring Cardinal Robert McElroy.

“America's Synodal Journey: God's People Point the Path Forward”

Thursday, February 23, 2023 4:15 p.m. – Light Refreshments 5 p.m. – Lecture Dolan School of Business Event Hall | Fairfield University

*Register here.

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Ever Bard, E008, Autumn 51 Bear - 1

  Episode 008

Song

Ever Bard

By Kenneth Shumaker & Aria

Episode 008, Autumn 51 Bear – 1 With InUPress August 21, 2017

Ever Bard 

Following in this series, we get to know the female Elven teenager – a 115-year-old bard whose beauty is god-like – known as Ta’Myka by her parents and mortals, and known as Time and as Fate by the gods and other immortal. She is joined by the Journeyman Dragoman, holy hero of four gods, Bloodgrue –  a twenty-year-old human Jalnoric male from the North Docks of the royal city of Mount Oryn. Journey through these stories with authors Kenneth Shumaker and Aria in Kenneth’s medieval fantasy realm of Quantos. Experience their adventures beyond those of mere mortal in the time of King Dolan IV. We continue with episode 008 on … Autumn 51 Bear  West Door Inn is quiet this early in the morning. Ta’Myka lays awake in her bed, not sure what time it is. She is not sure even if the mice are awake, Ta’Myka hears insects scurrying and buzzing. Yet, no human activity can be heard. The gods aren’t even breathing outside right now. Today is Autumn 51 Bear, at least Ta’Myka hopes it is. After all she is Time. The two familiars aren’t licking her feet; the servants aren’t scurrying about. Yet here Time is, wide awake. Being an elf, the darkness is not a barrier to her. She recalls as a child, her numerous trips to neighbor’s houses this early in the day, to play with friends, only to find everyone asleep, and her getting into so much trouble for waking people at ungodly hours. Crawling out of bed, Ta’Myka stretches. Clearly, the worst part of living amongst humans is their need for so much sleep. I really cannot lie here any longer … life awaits. Washing her face, Ta’Myka dresses into her leather leggings and yellow tunic. She brushes her long pale blonde hair until it feels smooth and silky. Leaving her hair to hang loose around her shoulders, she puts on her cloak, grabs her harp, and heads downstairs and out into Adan Garden. She walks toward the platform, where Bloodgrue said he would spend the night. If he is awake, I will say a proper goodbye. I might even walk a little ways with him. If he is asleep, I will sit on the nearby bench. Walking out to Adan without finding out who else is awake and active; Ta’Myka notes, by the positions of the lights in the sphere, the time is around 7:00 to 7:30 in the morning. Entering Adan, Ta’Myka walks quietly, using her natural elven ability, mixed with her learned roguish skill, to approach the area Bloodgrue mentioned. Though confused slightly, as the last time she was out here the platform was gone. She passes along the path, through the trees and bushes of Adan, until she breaks out into the clearing to find the white limestone platform has indeed returned, as well as the four cardinal position limestone benches. In the centre of the raised platform is the sleeping figure of Dragoman Bloodgrue, covered by a good orange wool blanket. It is easy for Ta’Myka to see, by the rhythm of Bloodgrue’s sleep, that any out of sync sound will wake him. So, being even more careful and staying off the gravel, she walks around to the northern bench to face south, so she can watch him sleep. Seeing his face in his slumber she notes the worry in the lines of his forehead and around his nose. His lips tightly closed, keeping their secrets. Carefully sitting, Ta’Myka again looks up to the sphere overhead looking for the signature lights of the early morning. Spotting enough of them through the broken cloud cover, judging their position, Ta’Myka thinks there is another two to two-and-a-half hours until the gods rise over the eastern horizon. A voice softly says, “I wondered what it would be like to wake to an Angel in the morning. How are you Angel Ta? You really are silent, until you sit down. I wouldn’t know you were here but I woke and opened my eyes to see you sitting there staring up at the sphere. Are you looking at your home?” Chuckling, Ta’Myka says, “Good morning, Master Blood. I do so like the night sky – I always have.” Playing a tune on her harp, Ta’Myka begins to sing. “I asked your god to bring to me the night When the skies have a thousand eyes And I find sweetness without light The moon sings mysterious lullabies While my shadow rests amongst the trees Leaves collect their dewy drops And I sigh to know everything is at ease When the challenge of a weary day stops Bring me the sweet night, bring me sweet dreams Familiar faces in the stars, radiance that gleams Bring me the sweet night, bring me sweet dreams Laugh at that which is not as it seems I welcome the night storm that crosses my path Streaks across the sky like bolts of gold I feel no fear, but take pleasure in its wrath The fleeting surge I want to feel and hold As the sounds of time come clashing down Like tendrils of ancient vines attached to me Covering me with your sparkling crown I take refuge in all that day cannot see Bring me the sweet night, bring me sweet dreams Familiar faces in the stars, radiance that gleams Bring me the sweet night, bring me sweet dreams Laugh at that which is not as it seems Aye, not a night goes by I do not feel the beauty I think of how the darkness is clearer than day How it seems to strip away the day’s duty And graciously offers me a mystical bouquet To cherish and hold forever in my heart Night, your infinite secrets never revealed Kept sacred in the souls of those who depart My sweet night, my love, my gem, my shield Bring me the sweet night, bring me sweet dreams Familiar faces in the stars, radiance that gleams Bring me sweet night, bring me sweet dreams Laugh at that which is not as it seems”   Setting her harp beside her, Ta’Myka sighs, then says, “Yes, I really do find peace in the night. But, at the same time, I welcome daybreak when humans come alive again… refreshed and renewed. I am fortunate that I do not require much rest time. It allows me to take in the quiet of the night and the busy of the day. I really do have the best of both worlds – night and day.” … “I suppose you will be taking your leave soon. Perhaps we should rummage through the kitchen first and get you some food and tea. Or, I could walk a short distance with you and we could stop at an Inn for breakfast. What do you say, Master Blood?” As Ta’Myka performs, Bloodgrue remains still, laying on his side, with eyes open watching her. He smiles as she sets aside her harp and Bloodgrue listens politely, remembering briefly the other worldly, Round Green. Will this one go up in thunder and light as well? Sitting up and folding the blanket, Bloodgrue responds to Ta’Myka and pulls forth his pack. “Your performance is entrancing Angel Ta … With Bellah’s help I already raided the pantry last night before coming out here, so I wouldn’t disturb folks this morning. I told Doorman Jessep I would leave the blanket on the shelf by the door in the stable, and I would let myself out the stable yard’s man-gate. But, yes, I would enjoy your company as far as you want to walk with me. I am ready to travel after I relieve my bladder in the stable.” Standing, Bloodgrue shoulders his pack. Then he offers his hand to aid Ta’Myka to her feet. Once both are standing, Bloodgrue picks up the blanket, folds the blanket better and makes sure he has left nothing behind. They watch the platform fade away from this realm before their very sight, leaving gravel and the four benches in its place. They turn to walk out of Adan to enter the stableyard. “I am becoming used to these oddities around you Angel Ta. I am assuming I must become accustomed to oddities if I keep company with you.” Giving Bloodgrue a wide smile, Ta’Myka continues, saying, “It’s good to see that you wake up in good spirits. Yes, oddities seem to be part of my life, especially lately. There is little chance you’ll get bored around me.” Ta’Myka offers a laugh. Walking alongside Bloodgrue, Ta’Myka says, “I will walk with you for a ways. I need the exercise after spending most of yesterday sitting behind a desk. Just don’t get me lost.” She asks Bloodgrue, “So, it will be a few days before I see you again – somewhere around Autumn 75? It was good of Earl Jessep and Rena to agree to the coin. Do you already know who you are going to take on as apprentices?” Stretching slightly, Bloodgrue then leads to the stables where he unceremoniously relieves his bladder into the manure refuse pile. Closing the stable yard man-gate behind him and securing it as the stable master indicated, Bloodgrue starts walking up the street, northward with Ta'Myka. “Several things, next time perhaps a little privacy during the morning duties … next, you won’t get lost coming back, as we will only follow this street north, you will return south until you find the front gate. Jessep will let you in when you ring the bell. Exercise is wonderful every day we exist. Earl Jessep saw me last night and offered me coin which I accepted. I know the first two youths I will try to acquire as apprentices. The first will be a responsible young lad named Markus, if he is still available and at the right price. The second is a young girl named Enna, a daughter of a destitute Toydon widow.” The night darkness stretches away from buildings as they walk without a light source along the street, north towards Bloodgrue’s destination which is two days away. He sets a sturdy pace with easy breathing, but eating ground steadily. Thus, being able to carry on a conversation with Ta’Myka while they walk. “I will begin with looking for venues closer in to West Door Inn once I return. We can get a foothold into the business, getting a feeling for the business nearby. I think getting in contact with the College of Bards is a great idea too. At least acquiring advice and contacts for us to begin with.” Listens to Bloodgrue, Ta’Myka walks side by side with the dragoman, she responds, “Contacting someone from the College of Bards is a good idea. And, starting out with venues close to home is wise. I want people from this district to feel I am their girl -- Ta’Myka the Bard from West Door Inn of South Palace Hill.   I didn’t have the privilege of knowing the previous owners of West Door Inn. However, I believe the Baron family was well known in the district. The estate was left to Fryers Chozen after the deaths of Lord Baron and his wife.” Giving Bloodgrue’s arm a light tap, Ta’Myka says excitedly, “I am really getting excited about this. This feels like a new beginning for both of us. Tell me a bit about yourself, Blood. How did you become a dragoman? What makes you happy?” Bloodgrue watches the road the best he can for obstacles as they walk along. Listening to Ta’Myka, he smiles mischievously and answers her humorously. “As your representative, I will have you known as the Ears of Time, Bard Ta’Myka of West Door Inn. We will have you in everyone’s ears before you know it. People will be talking about you like you are a goddess and wanting to touch you just for the experience of doing so. To listen to you perform just to experience going to the Nine Heavens for a brief moment. What do you think? You want to know about Bloodgrue? Well let’s see. My brother named me when I was born, so my mom made it official on the birth certificate; or so said my father when he sold me to my first dragoman master. That dragoman thought I was too slow and stupid so he sold me at a loss to Master Onar who kept me as an apprentice for about ten years in North Docks, running errands for people. I self-educated myself; earning what I could, to learn more. I made as many contacts as I could, including exotic creatures such as stone stairways along with two Sky Dolls, also including a Round Green Demon from the Sixth ward of the Seven Hells. I have friends I can’t talk about and friends who won’t mention me. I have enemies you don’t want, so I will try to keep them distant. I can scribe in Toydon fourth line script and am working on learning fifth line script. I am considering learning Jalnoric script too. I have skills that will get you into as much trouble as they can get you out of trouble. I can find you most places on Mount Oryn’s surface and a few under it. I can’t sing without hurting things or people’s ears. My dancing needs practice. My brewing is so bad it can kill. What else do you want to know?” Ta’Myka chuckles at Bloodgrue’s description of his talents. “I probably cannot improve on your singing. But, I can help with your dancing. Dancing comes naturally to me. I actually spent a season with a dance troupe from Dendar. I was quite young at the time, so my parents didn’t allow me to venture too far with the troupe. So, I only performed with them in venues close to home.” … “Ears of Time, Bard Ta’Myka of West Door Inn is the perfect name for me. I like it.” … “This is the second time you mentioned the Sky Dolls to me. And now, the mystery of the Round Green Demon. I am intrigued to hear the entire story. Believe me, I have a few rather mysterious stories of my own. Sometime, over a jug of good wine, we will have to tell our stories. Perhaps your tales will prompt me to write a couple of new songs.” … “But, you still haven’t told me what makes you happy? Do you have a special lady who warms your heart?” Smiling happily in the darkness, Bloodgrue wonders if Ta'Myka can see his expression. “You are a Bard, I am a Dragoman wanting to be a Watcher. To us, stories are in our blood and come natural. To tell them well and do justice we will sit over a pitcher of wine near a fire and tell them properly. The Round Green Demon may not be near as interesting as your stories.” Deftly avoiding a suspiciously shiny pool, Bloodgrue continues onward enjoying the company, however brief it maybe. It still maybe over an hour until the gods both rise in the east. The two folks have been walking almost an hour and Ta’Myka has an hour’s walk back to West Door Inn alone. She brought no protection other than her harp. Bloodgrue heard some bards can do more with a harp in defense or offense then a skilled warrior with a weapon, or rogue with poison. But that Bloodgrue hasn’t witnessed yet. Those two rats never let her leave West Door Inn alone though. They trail noiselessly a few metres back. Bloodgrue spotted them in some gods light not far back. Ta’Myka stops and says to Bloodgrue. “I should return to West Door Inn. Good luck with recruiting your apprentices and the important meeting you must attend. I look forward to when you come again. In the meantime, I will see about contacting the Bard Guild.” Giving Bloodgrue a smile, Ta’Myka offers him a hug. “Take care, Eyes of Blood. Stay out of trouble’s way.” Moving to turn away, Ta’Myka says to Eeene and Sereee. “Come on, little ones, let’s go home and eat breakfast. I am sure you are as hungry as I am.” Eager to embrace Ta’Myka in a hug, Bloodgrue bends down to meet her in a warm embrace of friends. Once completed, he smiles patting her arm. “Walk back safe. Your guards are small, they won’t scare anyone directly but they might indirectly cause fear. You though would charm any threat. Safe travels Ears of Time. Angel Ta, I will miss you … I am happy when learning. That is when I am happy.” Turning away, Bloodgrue walks off into the darkness to continue his journey on his own through the dark streets of Mount Oryn’s District Eight, South Palace Hill, northward towards the next district, District Four, Velan. And eventually his home, District Five, North Docks. On the walk back home, Ta’Myka contemplates her future, but keeps her senses alert for anything that may pose a threat to herself or her rodent companions. By this time next year, I will be well known… singing to the crowds. Gone will be the days of collecting just dusters for a few hours of performing. I can see it now … my popularity will soar and people of wealth will pay me to perform for important celebrations. But don’t worry, Eeene and Sereee, I will still be the same lovable Ta’Myka who giggles when you lick my feet in the morning. Ta’Myka finds the walk back a little nerve wracking. The two rats stay close to her feet, understanding her every word and maybe even every thoughts, but not indicating if that is so. At the front gate of West Door Inn, Ta’Myka feels the heat from the light of the two gods breaking over the eastern horizon beat onto the left side of her face. No, it is no hotter then she can normally feel. But then the elven sense of temperature is known to not be very good. They can tolerate ranges much broader than other humanoids. The pull rope for the bell is right in front of her face as Eeene chirps, ‘We ready to hide today. We feed and tend pups. Not disturb matriarch.’ …..   Watching the two gods rise to his right, Bloodgrue ponders Angel Ta. Is she even going to remember me? I will do my best. This damn meeting best go well on the 54th. I hope they rescheduled it. Hopefully it’s still in the secluded old inn by the river. Markus best not be difficult. I will deal with my brother’s Lieutenant first to get a feel for their guild mood these days. …..   As Ta’Myka is before the gate to West Door Inn, she turns to Eeene and Sereee. “My friends, I will bring you fresh food and water in the study. Go, tend to your pups.” She pulls the cord to alert Butler Jessep. She greets Butler Jessep with a cheery good morning. “I hope you are well, Jessep. My walk this morning was refreshing.  I expect we may see more applicants this morning. By the way, thank you for all your help.” Ta’Myka makes her way to the kitchen to find some leftover food for Eeene and Sereee. After preparing a bowl with food and one with water, she takes the bowls to the study and leaves them by the bookshelf. Her stomach growling for sustenance, she peeks into the Great Hall to see if breakfast is waiting. In the Great Hall, the folks of West Door Inn that are awake and already gathered. In here are Butler Gerris, Arch-Bishop Physician Rena, Warden Fayth and Lord Visrathh. Earl Jessep is absent, but Nurse Lydia is nursing Lady Dawn near the fire place. On the table is a vast spread of wealthy food including; scrambled eggs on a ceramic platter, toasted bread, steaming oatmeal porridge in a silver serving bowl and a ceramic platter of hot cakes, a pitcher of sugared syrup, a pitcher of milk and one of apple juice are in the centre of the table. A pitcher of warm mead is near Ta’Myka’s setting. There are good pottery plates and ceramic mugs, silver cutlery and glass tumblers at each setting. Each day the lot of West Door Inn improves. Obviously, Andalyn isn’t idle or spending all day in West Door Inn. Walks in, Earl Jessep cheerfully speaks up. “I went to check on our guest but he is gone. I assumed you took a stroll with him, as I know you are an early riser and were not to be found in West Door Inn.” Ta’Myka’s mouth waters at the smell and sight of such good food. She helps herself to some hotcakes and scrambled eggs. Hearing Earl Jessep’s voice, she turns and says, “Good morning, Jessep. Yes, I did take a stroll with Bloodgrue. He is on his way to North Docks and will return in about twenty days.” Takes his seat, Jessep is smiling and with a wink answers Ta’Myka evilly. “I am waiting to see what he has cooked up for you. Or what he is going to cook you with? He has big plans for you Ta’Myka, but he won’t share them. At least he didn’t last night when I dropped off the coins to him. I think he married those coins though. They went straight into his belt pouch.” Pouring herself some mead, Ta’Myka begins to eat at her usual nibbling speed. “My walk this morning has given me an appetite. Gerris, how are you feeling? Do you feel up to joining me for more interviews this morning? I don’t want you to overdo it. You still need rest.” Rena is quick to say. “As long as Gerris takes a rest this morning and one this afternoon, I think he will be fine. But, it’s up to Gerris.” Replying to the women cheerfully, Gerris says, “Physician Rena, I am even better now than yesterday. Lady Ta’Myka, I won’t miss these interviews for anything.” After a good meal and some casual conversation, Ta’Myka leaves the Great Hall to see if any applicants are waiting.  She finds no applicants waiting in the entry way or in the office. The rats have feasted as she checks their bowls by the bookcase. Things have gone from hectic yesterday to droll today. While Ta’Myka waits for applicants, she keeps herself busy in the study. Although she has a fairly large collection of original songs, she knows it’s important to continue producing more songs. Sometimes the lyrics and notes flow like a steady clear stream, at other times the words or music get caught in a weedy swamp. This morning, as she attempts to finish her latest composition, she finds herself caught in the weeds. She puts down her harp and gives Gerris a frown. “It’s not working this morning. The only thing to do at times like this, is to let it be for a while. I do my best work early in the morning, or at night. I am sure it will work itself out, but right now all I am creating is frustration. We should go over our notes of applicants.” Ta’Myka passes the time with Gerris, working on her notes, getting a clear picture of who she has hired. “We are lacking warriors. Not one warrior in the bunch. Owerton needs more militia and village guards. They don’t necessarily need to be highly skilled, as that can come with training. It could be Mount Oryn has their own shortage of warriors – the aftermath of Tearmain.” The two wait patiently. Gerris is happy to have some slow time as he continues to gain strength in lungs and heart. The day passes and the two discuss the items of those hired. Coming to a conclusion, Gerris asks, “Lady Ta’Myka, you need two wagons to go back to Owerton. You have teamsters or cartwright’s, and perhaps they should get that taken care of today? Someone can start getting your supplies gathered right afterwards?” Nodding her head, Ta’Myka says, “That’s a good idea Gerris. Willin is a teamster, so we should have him go with someone to buy two wagons, and the beasts to go with them. Round up Tahzan, Willin and Levan and have them purchase two wagons and horses or mules – whatever they can purchase for six-hundred flairs. Obviously, we are not going to get anything fancy or high quality, but as long as the beasts and wagons can make the trip without the beasts dying or the wagons falling apart, that’s all that is important at this point. The coin chest is in my room. After you get that settled we will make a list of supplies. No sense in buying the supplies until we know how much the wagons and beasts will be.” Giving Gerris a smile, Ta’Myka adds, “Thank you, Gerris.” Weakly, Gerris stands, coughs slightly while smiling, “Yes, Lady Ta’Myka, I will get right on that. I think Tahzan stays up on the third floor and Willin stays with Levan in the stable housing. I will take care of it. Your chest is on the second floor in your room you say?” Ta’Myka replies to Gerris. “Aye, in my room on the second floor. After today that chest will be considerably lighter. Take your time rounding up the gentlemen; I don’t want you to overtire yourself.” Slowly, Gerris hobbles towards the office door smiling. Hoping that Gerris is up to the task, Ta’Myka ponders. I want him to feel useful. It’s difficult to know how much he is capable of without becoming overtired. He’s a proud man. With time to spare, Ta’Myka looks through the collection of books in the study, hoping to find something interesting to read. Gerris toddles off happy to finally be busy again; though finding himself weak. This task may take him some time and he won’t be moving the coins himself. Ta’Myka investigates the shelves of books. Many are in languages of script she doesn’t know. Of those she knows, she finds treaties on politics to be common, also religion. There are a few play scripts dispersed among the texts, as well as texts of biology, anatomy and zoology. But what catches her eyes perhaps most intriguing are the tomes of music in bardic script that she easily comprehends. Twelve tomes she locates of songs; one which is at least as old as one-thousand years, the newest maybe only one-hundred-and-fifty-years old. The newest one is new by elven standards; yet it is classical by human standards. She has them on the desk quickly. All twelve tomes regarding song and tales set to music. Feeling her heart quicken, Ta’Myka she flips through the pages of the oldest tome. A few of the songs she is familiar with, but most are new to her. How could I have not noticed these tomes before? This is like discovering a huge pot of gold. I can learn some of these songs … adding them to my repertoire. Picking up her harp, Ta’Myka begins to play the notes of a song that caught her eye. She stumbles a bit at the complexity of the notes, but she notices the simplicity of the words will be easy to learn. ���The Winds of Time’… how very fitting for me. She is startled when there is a knock on the office door.   By, Kenneth Shumaker and Aria To be continued in the next episode 009 …  

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A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan

CHAPTER TWO: The Confessional  

Featuring the Archbishop of New York, Cardinal Timothy Dolan

It's been a month since my interview with Cardinal Dolan, the current Archbishop of New York and the subsequent article that followed in the New York Times. And I couldn't get him out of my mind since our encounter in his office. I can’t explain, except to say that he populated my dreams. At 73 years of age he stood at 6 foot, balding gray hair and blue eyes with just a hint of mischief in them. His shoulders were broad, and he had a prominent belly which only made him that much more attractive in my eyes. I relived the experience of his 7 inches, thick, veiny cock and how great it was to suck him off. The dreams were so vivid that sometimes I would wake up in a pool of cum.

The compulsion to seek him out came over me again and again. So I went to the St. Patrick’s Cathedral to see Cardinal Dolan. The church was empty, save for only Cardinal Dolan and a janitor who was on his way out for the night, as I purposefully waited until the last parishioner left before making my way to the booth. The church was empty, save for only Cardinal Dolan and a janitor who was on his way out for the night, as I purposefully waited until the last parishioner left before making my way to the booth.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been, umm, quite some time since my last confession." I said after clearing my throat.

A thud sound came from the other side of the booth and a distinct sound of shuffling feet. I shifted nervously on my knees as I gazed up at the grating, waiting for a response.

"I'm happy to hear your voice, young man. What seems to be troubling you?" Spoke Cardinal Dolan in a gentle manner.

"Well, Your Eminence, you remember our last meeting... "  

"Vividly child, continue." Cardinal Dolan said, cutting in.

Just then, I heard the door open and decided to follow suit. Peering out the door, I saw Cardinal Dolan giving me a warm, grandfatherly grin. Looking into the old cardinal's eyes, the same eyes that looked down on me a month ago when I blew him and embraced him in a deep, passionate kiss. At first he seemed shocked. Like I had woken him from some kind of daydream. Then he seemed to come back and he started returning my kiss with equal vigor. I felt his hands grab my ass and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his cock growing hard as my own stiff cock rubbed against his silk boxers.

Suddenly as if realizing for the first time where we were, he broke our embrace and whispered, “This isn't the place for this, let’s go to my chambers.”  

We walked hastily to Cardinal Dolan’s private chamber and found ourselves on a couch making out for what seemed like hours, but was in truth only ten minutes. Suddenly he was removing his collar and unbuttoning his shirt as I slid the couch on my knees in front of him, stripping him of his pants. When I finally pulled down Cardinal Dolan’s boxers, a seven and a half-inch, super thick beast of a cock, already dripping with precum was before me.

Cardinal Dolan watched as I proceeded to lick up and down the shaft and kissing the tiny drops of emitting precum before taking the beautiful head of his dick in my mouth. He tried not to moan, but my cock sucking skills were too much for him. I deep throated his old cock and he let out a loud, deep moan, the first of many.

For the first five minutes, I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could before moving to suck and lick the cardinal's balls. I gently stroked his cock, slapping away Cardinal Dolan’s hands, who were hell bent on jacking off his dick and reaching what was certain to be one fucking hell of an orgasm. Wanting to tease him more and did something that the priest expecting. I pushed my mouth down to his asshole and started running my moist tongue back and forth against his virgin asshole. Suddenly, Cardinal Dolan was bucking and calling out like a woman. And when I forced my tongue inside his tight old asshole, he practically squealed with pleasure.

“Oh Lord! Oh God!" Was all Cardinal Dolan could say as the rim job's pleasure put him into a state where rational thought couldn’t be attained.

Fearing that I was going to make him cum, I moved up and sucked on the engorged purple head of his cock, swirling my tongue around his boner. He started thrusting into my throat, making me gag. I went back to stroking his now wet cock before kissing up his stomach. I kissed up his belly and chest until my lips found his nipples. I sucked and pinched both nipples giving him pleasure that he has never experienced in all his years of priesthood. Cardinal Dolan clutched me in his arms and our lips met again as I continued to feed my desire.

Looking into his lustful blue eyes, I knew that he wanted to fuck my ass when he pushed two of his fingers up my hole. He finger fucked me for a few minutes and I knew that my rectum ached for Cardinal Dolan's cock to slip inside it.

"I'd sure like to fuck you." Cardinal Dolan whispered to me.

"I know, I know," I replied as his fingers massaged my prostate, "but have you ever fucked someone before."

He said no and and I said he was missing out then. And with the revelation that he was a virgin turned my passion into a frenzy of deep kisses before quickly getting up. At first I thought that he had enough, but quickly asked for some lube. He also said no to that, so I moistened my hole. Seeing my cute ass, Cardinal Dolan follow suit and spit on his hand and slicked up my old pecker the best he could. I told him I would take care of him as I climbed on top of him, reached behind myself and started playing with his cock, running it up and down my crack.

As soon as his dick made contact with my hole, he immediately thrust all 8 inches into me. I gasped loudly, so loudly in fact that I’m sure the people in the next room heard. Looking scared, he apologized and asked me if I was okay. I put both hands on his chest and started bouncing up and down on his cock, telling him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted.

The sensation was indescribable. I was in ecstasy seeing this loving priest and his old, sweaty body fucking me. I took deep breaths to delay the inevitable blissful orgasm as he heard great moans of pleasure coming from the old man popping my delicate cherry. He was panting and looking at me with a hungry desire, like I was a meal and he was starving, now match my bouncing with thrusts of his own. I could feel his huge shaft stretching the walls of my ass hole as he fucked up into me time and time again.

“Fuck me! Oh God Fuck me! Oh God Cardinal Dolan! Fuck me!” I screamed.

He pumped that hard dick into me faster making a slapping sound as his hips met my ass. I could feel his huge shaft stretching the walls of my ass hole as he fucked up into me time and time again. I could see the twinkle in his eye as he looked me square in the eye, smiled, and whispered, “I’m getting close!”

Having said that, Cardinal Dolan viciously pumped his cock continually in an out of my bowels. He kept fucking me hard and deep creating simultaneous moans of excitement and anticipation from the both of us so loud that I thought the neighbors would hear. Cardinal Dolan's cock swelled slightly again and his rhythm became erratic, my dick was vibrating with excitement and my balls were tight to my body waiting to cum.

Suddenly, with his right hand, Cardinal Dolan cupped my cock and began violently stroking it for another minute or so until I made the fateful announcement.

“Holy Fuck! I’m cuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!”

I shot a massive load of hot cum that landed partly on Cardinal Dolan's belly and chest. I shot four loads that were more massive than any in my life, and three others that rivaled my former best. Witnessing my massive explosion of man juice ended Cardinal Dolan’s superhuman stamina that had lasted nearly an hour from when I first bobbed on his cock.

“Get ready! Here it comes!” shouted the priest.

As wave after colossal wave of cum filled my deep crevices, Cardinal Dolan’s whole body gyrated in absolute pleasure. He lowered himself enough that we could embrace once again in a kiss that was this time like the one they experienced in the Pugh.

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A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan

CHAPTER ONE: The Interview

Featuring the Archbishop of New York, Cardinal Timothy Dolan 

I'm a 27 year old reporter doing a piece on His Eminence, Cardinal Timothy Dolan, the current Archbishop of New York. As I helped prepare for Cardinal Dolan’s interview, I went to the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, one of the nation’s largest Presbyterian congregations on the 500th anniversary of the Reformation for the sole purpose of seeing Cardinal Dolan. I sat on the front row, sitting on the first seat of the right pew, so I could stare up into the blue eyes of the old priest as he spoke before the congregation in his cardinal’s regalia topped by the red biretta. The old cardinal was big with short cropped gray hair. His complexion was rosy pink and he had big hairy arms and huge hands.

For the next 15 minutes, Dolan was jovial, playful, thoughtful and deeply appreciative of what he recognized as “a historic invitation” to address his neighbors from five blocks north on Fifth Avenue. I loved his voice and the longer he preached the harder my dick would get until I would be squirming in my seat I was so close to cuming. By the end, I wanted to stretch out on the floor before him, spread my legs and have him fuck me.

A few days later, I was at his 15,000-square-foot mansion on Madison Avenue where his receptionist greeted me and told me to have a seat while she grabbed His Eminence.

The big boned old priest reached out one of his huge hands and laid it on my shoulders to greet me and my dick sprang an instant hard on at the touch as he guided me into his office. He shut the door behind me and asked me to take a seat.

I studied Cardinal Dolan as we sat down. Your typical older white male in his late 60s or early 70s. Not too bad, he had a cute quality to him. He has immense charisma, but his beliefs are mainstream, even veering to the right. And during my interview, I called him on his beliefs. But I can only imagine someone so vehemently against homosexuality is harboring some interesting fantasies.

We sat there for an awkward few minutes as my internal struggle willed me take things further. I got up and walked over to a wall with his accolades, ran a few scenarios that could get him into bed and then decided on one. I turned and said, "I need a little help, father."

"I’m afraid I will go to hell.” I added, hoping that was what the old priest wanted to hear.

“You want to repent your sins to God, Son?” The old priest said.

“Yes, Sir.” I answered, but then fell silent. I didn’t know what to say. I had never before done any repenting.

“Go ahead, Son.” Dolan urged me, “Tell God your sins.”

The words just came out.

“I’m a gay!” I said in a sudden loud voice.

The most powerful Roman Catholic leader in the United States turned to look at me. His eyes were wide in disbelief. He settled into his leather chair and I could almost see the gears in his head as he remained silent for a long moment. Then in the softest voice, he asked. “You ever had sex with another man?”

“Yes, Sir.” I admitted as a smile arose internally. My dick was so fat and hard I thought it was going to explode. Telling the old priest about me being gay excited me more than most sex.

“What kind of sex?” The old priest inquired in an almost quivering voice.

“I suck cock.” I confessed thinking of how much I love sucking cock. Then after saying that I turned and hugged the cardinal.

“I’m a sinner, Father.” I added as I pressed my face against his broad shoulders. I smelled his manly body and almost went crazy with lust as I squeezed my arms around Cardinal Dolan as I embraced him. Then he surprised me and hugged me back. Damn, it felt wonderful to feel his powerful arms around me. I quickly wished that I was his lover and he would hug me like that every day.

“We are all sinners, Son.” Dolan whispered into my ear. “I have sinning thoughts sometimes too.” He added.

Hearing that, I let my right hand slip down to his crotch and felt stiff flesh beneath the fabric of his slack. The big boned priest didn't disappoint as I felt a nice size cock.

“I have sinning thoughts.” Dolan repeated as he hugged me harder.

“Help me God. Take these thoughts from my mind.” The old priest suddenly yelled as I began to massage his dick and balls through the fabric of his slacks.

“Deliver me from these sinning thoughts. Cast out these thoughts, God.” The old priest cried out as I kneeled in front of him and grabbed the tab of his zipper. Cardinal Dolan didn’t attempt to stop me from unzipping his pants as I pulled his pretty decent pale, uncut cock out of his pants. It was about 7 inches, thick, veiny and hard. I reached back inside and forced his balls out.

“Please, God! Have mercy on me.”

Cardinal Dolan gripped the arms of his leather chair and shuddered in pleasure as I licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. Knowing this was probably his first blowjob and it it really turned him on to have me pumping up and down on his dick. His salty precum hit my tongue and I looked up passed the big cross at him. His glazed over eyes told me everything I needed to know. I had him right where I wanted him as I continued my oral assault on him, licking and kissing his balls.  

“Jesus! Son of God!” The cardinal shouted as I took his dick back in my mouth.

By now Dolan built enough courage to lay a hand on my shoulder and then on my head as he kept shouting “Jesus! Jesus!" over and over again while I sucked his dick with all the skill I had learned during my life as a cocksucker. I was going to milk this old bastard and leave him wanting more. My head bobbed as his moans got louder and louder. His hands gripped my shoulders as if he wanted me to stop, but I wanted it. I wanted his cum. I wanted his satisfaction. He thrusted his hip as he could no longer hold it in anymore. With a last suck, his cock popped out of my mouth and with his loud groan, he shot all over my face as I furiously jerked him off.

His cum sprayed all over my face and I could feel it slowly seep down it. Luckily it looked like he got everything but my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and watched as his cock went limp. He sat panting as if he'd just ran a marathon. I licked my cum covered lips and tasted him. I got up and grabbed some tissue paper from his desk to clean myself off. I made sure to bend a bit more so he could notice my ass just to let him know it was on the menu.

I wondered if this was his first sexual encounter. Oh well, it didn't matter. As I left, I turned and said, "Thanks for the interview Cardinal Dolan."