the Montreal Quartet

LES LAPINS CHAUDES

La Quartette de Montreal

By Izzy Ess of Quietness

Pierre and Jules were buddies to-the-end.  They’d met in Montreal in the Sainte Michael’s School for Catholic Boys on Rue Sainte Catharine.  Four of us grew up in homes and apartments along Rue St. Jean Baptist.  It was 2020.  Homosexuality was no longer listed as bizarre.  Officially, it had been removed from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manuel of Psychiatric Disorders as a disease requiring imprisonment or long term psychiatric treatment aimed at converting homosexuals to heterosexuals.  For the folks who regularly ate at Moishe’s, it was OK to identify yourself as a homosexual, at any age.  The reputation stuck, however.  Homosexuals were said to be compulsively clean as reflected in the obvious cleanliness of the houses and streets of the homosexual neighbourhoods.  Bullying was still a problem.  Attacks by gangs of skinheads or bikers or just plain gangs of non-homosexuals, even girls, still attacked the gays in the daytime and in the evening, on the streets and in the bars and restaurants, grocery stores and clothing stores.  In general the homes of homosexuals were clean and neat.  If there were lawns, the grass was almost always neatly trimmed and manicured.  The flower beds were neatly done and quite weed-free.  The doors and windows sparkled with their shininess and clarity.  The bricks were always tuck-pointed and the cedar slats were always freshly painted and regularly hosed to remove any dirt or grime.  Any cars in the driveways were just about always sparkling clean.

Clothes were fashionable and outfits always matched, perfectly.  They were neatly pressed and cleaned and fresh.  The neighbourhood had flourished.  Tourists liked to wander through.  The restaurants and clothing stores were busy and successful.

Pierre, Jules, Jean and I hung out together, since grade 4, where we had met, in Soeur Marie’s class.  Our parents soon encouraged us to be a group that stuck together for protection and schooling stuff, academic and athletic.  Je m’appelle Francois.  Even though it was the four of us who were a group, we tended to pair up as two couples, Pierre took Jules and I took Jean.  We were all excellent soccer players and our parents took us to professional games on weekends.  We were the champs of grade 4 within the Sherbrook division of grade school soccer teams.  Our classmates were not a major problem.  Whatever locker room or field problems arose, we settled them the usual way and then it was gone.  Pierre was our best fighter and he protected me from most scuffles and arguments.  Remarkably, the nakedness of all of us was not a problem for us and for the others.  The monks and nuns were extremely well trained in child psychology.  Their approach to us was wonderful.  They would say, “Whatever is your sexual preference, we are all males when we are naked.  There’ll be no sex here because it’s against the rules.  There’s no touching of anyone.  If you insist, you will be discharged from the team.  The important thing here is the soccer.  All other issues are to be kept to your private lives.”  It worked very well.  We were champions in grades 5, 6 and 7.  In grade 8, we won the Quebec Scholastic Soccer Cup and got our handsome pictures in the Gazette.  It was a great year.

It was also the year we started having raging hormones.  We became more serious about sexual matters and we had more zits.

Pierre and Jules were really a couple by the time we entered High School.  Jean and I seemed ambivalent but more or less we were a couple and hung out as such.  It seemed the thing to do, in terms of sex.  Pierre and Jules were sneaking of to find a bedroom in each other’s houses to get undressed and start exploring possibilities.  They told Jean and I that it was wonderful and that we ought to try it.  So we did.  Each afternoon, the house was free of parents and siblings until about 5:00 pm.  School let out frequently at 3:00 pm.  Studying together was accepted by our families, in any case.  My brother and my two sisters were wonderful to me, loving and supportive.  I believe my father was bisexual, but that is just a guess.  I saw my sister and a female friend kissing on the lips and brushing each other’s breasts, one afternoon, but it was never discussed.  Besides, it was accepted as a possibility without judgement by the rest of us.  Mainly, we smiled and shrugged our shoulders as gestures for gestures of acceptance and did the usual hugging and kissing that seemed to be the custom of everyone in our environment and on TV and in movies.

The first time I saw Jean completely naked was a shock to me.  He had a tiny penis and a funny scrotum.  It was split.  Jean showed me that there was a cavity between the halves of his scrotum.  His anus was normal, as far as  I knew and he said it was.  When he stimulated me by licking on my penis, I responded as I knew I would with an erection.  This felt pleasant even without any other sex.  For the first month, this is all we did.  We sucked and licked each other’s penises.  Jean’s was smaller than mine but worked about the same.  Mine squirted sperm but his didn’t.  Sometimes we rubbed ourselves against each other.  The most enjoyable was rubbing our penises between the cracks of each other’s rear ends.  There was still no penetration but I did ejaculate now frequently and easily, by my own touching or by Jean’s.  Jean’s mouth and tongue were very nice.  So far, that was my favourite.  Jean didn’t ejaculate, but he liked the same licking and sucking that I liked.  Because his penis was so small, his erection was a tiny affair and getting him entirely into my mouth was easy.  Jean had trouble getting my most excited erections entirely in his mouth.  He learned to relax his throat and get it down and deep and that felt wonderfully good.

Attempts at penetration, seemed to be a natural next step.  My penis had been growing larger.  It hurt his anus when I tried to get it in his rectum and I did not persist.  Besides, I liked the oral sex, which Jean was very good at now.  Jean’s attempts at penetration were unsuccessful.  He could put his finger in my anus, even two fingers, but his penis wasn’t stiff or big enough.  His fingers in my anus were exciting and he learned to message the inside of my rectum and get me to masturbate.  This felt very good.

Jean and I together had an idea that there was a way to penetrate him in between his scrotal halves.  With a flashlight we explored his private parts and thought, in fact, there was a cavity that might be useful to us both.  It must have been a funny sight to see us with flashlights and mirrors searching for the secret cavity that would be important for our sexual activity.  In the meantime, other things were also exciting.  All of us found math and science stimulating and we all had joined the soccer team.  Pierre was the star player as a striker that had scored practically all the goals in interscholastic games.  We won the Montreal championship and went on to play in Quebec tournaments.  We came in second our first year, first our second year and first for the rest of our high school years.  Pierre was being recruited by the professional teams and the universities, both in Canada and the USA.  In our fourth year, Pierre was scouted by some European teams, including those in Great Britain and in Spain.

Pierre and Jules were asked by Jean and I to give opinions about sexual organs and techniques.  We settled on a Friday night and told my family that we had to study hard for our exams.  We felt our families would understand what we were doing and would certainly approve and even help, if we asked.  This was something we wanted to keep to ourselves.  We all undressed.  It seemed to be exciting just to see and touch big Pierre.  His penis was huge, we judged, the biggest at the school, we speculated.  After getting over Pierre’s huge penis and the huge erection that it made, we calmed down a little, Jean and I, and stated our issues with Jean’s tiny penis and soft erection and the mystery about the little space between his scrotum halves.  With magnifying glasses, mirrors and flashlights, Pierre, Jules and I got Jean to lie in bed and spread his legs and lift his knees.  He had a hand-held mirror to see what was happening.  Jules, the most sensitive of us used his finger to explore the depths.  Sure enough, he said, there was a cavity.  It was deeper than Jean and I had guessed.  Pierre and his large weapon was the next to get real close to Jean’s private parts.  He used his penis, licked initially by all of us, including Jean, who loved to get it deeply down her throat, and pushed a little with it at the cavity.  He remarked, as he was gently putting pressure on the spot between Jean’s tiny anus and his tiny penis, that he had never felt such thrills as when Jean took his penis down his throat.  Jean smiled and said that Pierre was welcome and that anytime he wanted to do it again, he could.  Jean quipped he wouldn’t mind a wad of all the sperm that Pierre was capable of shooting.  Pierre said, maybe later.

Something gave and Pierre’s huge penile head popped into Jean about an inch.  “Wow!” he said, “That feels wonderful!”  “Wow!” exclaimed Pierre.  “It feels fantastic, better than your mouth and throat.”  I said, “I’d like to be the first to try it out for sex.”  Pierre withdrew immediately with a gasp from Jean who said, “I almost climaxed with that movement.  Quick Francois, mon cher ami, put it in me and give me all you have!”  I did and found my penis inside Jean right up to the hilt, with my scrotum touching his scrotum.  Some juices had begun to flow and I could feel the lovely lubrication as Jean spread his legs and let me get as deep as possible.  It was hot and juicy and felt wonderfully engulfing for my penis which was starting to throb.  I came with such a burst of pleasure, with those after-bursts that felt so good.  Jean was trying not to scream, but couldn’t help it as she climaxed several times with grunting and perspiring.  We rocked and rocked and he came and came.  I started getting super hard again and came again with such excitement that I screamed with Jean.  My mother knocked and suggested we keep it down.  Her knocking only made us more excited as she asked if everything was OK.  Finally, she entered.  Not only had Jean and I screamed again but also Pierre and Jules had coupled and were going at it, full steam ahead and screaming, too.  My mother closed the door behind her and just watched.  She became excited, not yet understanding what all the excitement was about.  She got undressed and crawled into my bed with Jean and I and saw the most exciting part of our anatomies, thrusting wildly with intense excitement.  She lay down and imitated Jean’s position and invited Pierre with his big thing to penetrate.  Pierre complied and had a ball.  Jules penetrated Pierre at the same time and everyone became extremely excited.  We tried to rock in unison, with some success.  My mom was having so much fun, she took on me and Jules, in turn and in the combinations where she had a penis in her vagina and one in her rectum.  She giggled.  Jean began to imitate my mom and she would take Pierre and Jules and I in all her orifices.  My mother helped her direct us all to please her wishes and my mom took every opportunity to offer her own mouth, vagina and her rectum for the pleasure of us all, one by one or all at once.  My brother and my sisters entered curious about all the noise and laughter.  They applauded all of us.  Then, they got undressed and joined right in.  There seemed to be a preference for sex for all of them to take a part of.  We pushed and thrust, sucked and licked, and opened all available orifices for the kith and kin who climbed into my bed.  About 3:00 am, my father entered and founded us all exhausted and falling asleep, entwined and enjoined.  Retrieving extra sheets, pillows and blankets, my dad got us all covered and tucked in.  Then he got undressed and joined with my sister and fell asleep beside her after pulling the cover over himself and my sister who was already dead asleep.

There were sheepish looks next morning, which was Saturday.  No one had to leave but Pierre and Jules called their families to let them know about their sleepovers and the great welcome they had had to have supper and stay overnight after watching a good movie.  My mom and dad made breakfast and we started smiling at each other.  The conversation was not pointed.  Sex was not discussed.  It seemed to scream from everyone’s forehead.  Jean is NOT a boy!  She is a girl.  Her name is Jeanne, not Jean.  After breakfast, my mom took Jeanne and I aside and in her bedroom drew some pictures and demonstrated the facts to us on Jeanne, herself.  My mom instructed me to drop my pants and showed me how to stimulate Jeanne’s little penis, her clitoris, with my fingers or my tongue or with my penis to prepare Jeanne’s vagina for my entering and thrusting.  My mom dropped all her clothes and showed me how a vagina and lower lips looks like in a mature adult female.  She said that Jean/Jeanne had had indeterminate sexual parts and her doctor and her parents were probably instructed to raise her as a boy.  “You’re psychosocially a boy, my dear,” she said to Jeanne.  “I think it would be better for you and your friends and your family to remain a boy and keep the secret of your private parts a secret.  I will make Pierre and Jules, my husband and my children swear to keep your secret, dear.  It’s quite a unique secret.  With any luck, you could be both, at different times, or one at a time, or one all the time.  I’m almost 100% sure you can’t get pregnant, so you’re free to fuck the world of men!  Of course, you could also do women, who would be thrilled to learn about your special apparatus.”  We got dressed but not before Jeanne and I had a standing quickie, aided and abetted by my naked mother, who grasped our asses while we came.

Pierre, Jules, Jeanne and I graduated high school with honours.  Pierre was recruited by Macmaster with a generous athletic scholarship.  Jeanne and I enrolled in McGill in Liberal Arts.  Jules was interested in the priesthood.  He was accepted at the Catholic University, in Laval, to study Divinity and had his eye on a bachelor’s degree in Divinity.  Jeanne and I, ostensibly boys, took a room together at the dorm near Mount Real and lived as a happy couple while we studied.  We both signed up, with scholarships and bursaries for the Master’s courses for Psychology and Art.  We were chosen to progress toward out Doctorates in Psychology, which we achieved.  We did our dissertation together on the subject of the Homosexual in Montreal.  Our dissertation was well-received by the panel of experts on Sociology and Psychology.  Mainly we wrote about our true experiences growing up in Montreal and our observations concerning other homosexuals we knew as kith and kin.  We published our dissertation in a book, entitled, MONTREAL COMMUNITY OF HOMOSEXUALS.  It had some modest sales in Canada and was translated from the French to English, German, Russian and Chinese.  It became a textbook reference book for Departments of Sociology and Psychology, around the world, at Universities.  We earned a small amount in royalties.  The University of Toronto, Faculty of Medicine, invited us to have a tour and to consider joining the staff as Assistant Professors of Medicine, in the Department of Psychology and Psychiatry.  We would be expected to participate in out- and in-patient programmes, to teach a series of lectures for medical and premedical students and to take on administrative duties such as budgeting and scheduling.  We accepted with the very generous package of salaries and benefits.  We rented and then bought a very pretty townhouse on Wellsley Avenue, about a block away from the campus.  We wouldn’t have needed a car to get to work or to get around Toronto, which had a very fine public transportation system.

Jeanne decided to reveal she was a woman.  She started by dressing appropriately in skirts and blouses, high heeled shoes and fashionable hats.  Mainly, she imitated Jeanne, the Princess of Wales, married to William, the Prince of Wales, the heir-apparent to the Throne of Great Britain.  Jeanne and I married officially as man and woman, in a Catholic Church in Montreal, with all our kith and kin.  It was the first time, in a long time, that we got to see Pierre, Jules and out families all together.

Pierre had starred as striker for the University Soccer team.  He’d been recruited by the Montreal professional soccer team, the new Montreal Tigers.  He was the star of the team and was getting a tremendous salary with great benefits.  He and his new spouse, Henri, had been married in a civil ceremony in Hamilton, Ontario.  They had purchased a beautiful townhouse near the St. Lawrence Seaway, which Jeanne and I visited, after the marriage ceremony.  We stayed there for three days, as the beginning of our honeymoon which included three weeks in Bermuda, at a fabulous Hotel with a Casino, Beach and Spa on its property.   I was still in good shape but I was easily outshone by the bikini-clad Jeanne, my wife.  She caught admiring glances from everyone, male and female.  I, personally, couldn’t keep my eyes and hands, off of her.  Our love-making was maturing wonderfully.  Spending time with Jeanne, alone or in company, was great.

Jules was at the Wedding.  He had achieved his Doctrate in Divinity with a well-received dissertation on the role of the Catholic Priest in a community of Homosexuals.  Within the Catholic community of Priests and Cardinals, Father Jules had come out of the closet and declared his homosexuality.  He was accepted and also recommended for the Vatican, where there was already an active group of homosexual priests.  Their eligibility for the Papacy was starting to look promising.  Jules was mentioned frequently as a candidate.  He remained the priest at a large Catholic Cathedral in Montreal and was the head of the huge Catholic Diocese of Sherbrook and most of Montreal and Quebec City.

Jeanne and I, Jules and Pierre, were able to sneak away for a couple of hours to enjoy a Montreal Smoked Meat sandwich, on rye, with mustard, at Moishe’s, which was still going strong.  The owners were no longer Jewish, but were instead two strapping handsome Cuban men with Catholic and Atheist leanings.  The original Montreal Quartette of Young Homosexual Boys were very happy to see each other again.  They laughed about their early experiences trying to figure out what Jeanne had hidden between her legs.  They told their stories and were happy to see the successes that each of them had achieved.  Pierre and Jules ogled Jeanne and I, unabashedly.  They said it was a shame that we would no longer be able to explore Jean/Jeanne because her mysteries seemed to have been solved.  I had the nerve to ask Pierre if he were still as big as a horse and he smiled and said, “Bigger!”  He opened his fly and we all bent down to look under the table and say, “Aah! and ooh!” as he fished his penis out for us to have a look. He stoked it to get it even larger for more aahing and oohing, all around.  Jules, Jeanne and I stoked it gently and admiringly.  We laughed at our silliness, but did suggest we adjourn somewhere, so we could try it on for size.  Jules told us of a serious love affair he’d had with a fellow student who was now a DD, as he was, and a priest in Winnipeg in a large Catholic Community.  He said he missed him.  He added that he’d not been lonely.  “Au contraire, mes amis!  I have a lot of friends who are happy to spend time with me, as I am happy to spend time with them.”  We managed to finish our lunch without exposing Pierre’s great asset.  We found a small motel and rented a room for an hour to enjoy ourselves as we had in the past.  Pierre’s manly mast as the star and it was tried out by the rest of us with pleasure and applause.  Jeanne, especially, loved having another chance at making Pierre’s erection disappear inside herself.  She moaned and came quickly and frequently with Pierre beneath her and Jules and I above her with our own contributions to her pleasure.  Jeanne was proud of her small breasts and tiny nipples which were quite responsive.  We all took turns taking one of her entire breast, inside our mouths and flicking our tongues on her turgid, tiny nipples.  She giggled.  With Pierre, erect and filling her vagina, Jules and I could suck her breasts and Jeanne could climax an hundred times.

Les Membres de la Quartette Homosexuelle separated reluctantly and vowed to meet again, perhaps yearly, or on special occasions like weddings.  Jeanne and I frequently discussed Pierre and Jules and expressed genuine longings for them.

A new Pope, from Switzerland, came down hard on Jules and all the homosexual priests.  They were all excommunicated in a move that dropped the membership of the world-wide community of Catholics, heterosexuals and homosexuals, alike.  The Pope was forced to resign as the bankruptcy of the Papacy seemed imminent.  The new Pope, from Brazil, quickly re-instated the gay Priests.  Further, he promoted a change in policy to allow female priests and married priests to exist.  This dramatic change rocketed the membership roles and the Vatican’s income to all-time highs.  Married priests with families were popping up around the world with welcoming arms by almost everyone.  Female priests were graduating Divinity Schools at a growing rate.  It was obvious that female priests were very popular.  Dating female priests became very fashionable.  The Catholic Priestess, a new glorious concept, was catching on like wild-fire.  It appeared to be a certainty that there would soon be a Catholic Priestess that would ascend to the Papacy.  The memberships and incomes of the Vatican Community of Priests and Priestesses soared.  In population numbers, there were now more Catholics than Chinese and Indians…

Jeanne and I became full Professors of Medicine and Heads of our Department.  Our class sizes and salaries increased by leaps and bounds.  We were able to buy a huge house in the wealthy Yorkville area of Toronto, near the University.  We adopted two sets of twins, one from Kenya and another from Singapore.  We had a happy life.  Now, we are in our 60’s, healthy, happy and fit.  Our four children, two with jet-black skin and two with brownish yellow skin, are finishing high school at the University Schools for Brilliant Children.  As far as we can tell they are all heterosexual in their dress and habits.  They are learning some details about Jeanne and I and seem OK with everything, so far.

Pierre, and his soccer playing partner, died in a horrendous car crash on Highway 20.  The newspaper reports said he was drinking and driving at more than 50 kpm over the speed limit when he lost control over his car and crashed through the median of the highway at great speed.  His 12 cylinder Citroen collided with the side of a huge Mercedes truck.  The truck driver was shaken up but not physically injured.  Jeanne, Jules and I come to Montreal for a huge funeral and memorial service.  Each of us said a few words of praise about our friend, without mentioning his most obvious asset.  We met the family of Pierre’s companion.  They mentioned that they were frequently seen arguing about a proposal of marriage from Pierre.  Pierre’s will contained details of a great deal of money and property that he owned.  Some 2 million dollars were bequeathed to our four children.  We helped them squirrel most of it away for University tuition and books that were in their near future.  We encouraged them to use some of it for well-deserved vacations coming up soon before they entered University.  All of our children seem to want to pursue Medical careers and it looks like they will fulfill their dreams.

Jules is now a leading Cardinal who lives in Rome and pursues designs on the Papacy.  His companion, another Cardinal from Brazil, has been living with him in his Rome apartment.  By all accounts they are happy with each other and optimistic about their futures.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md., retired, Welland, Canada, July 15, 2013