I wander into the kitchen, yawning and stretching, finding my mom at the stove preparing breakfast. "Good Morning, Mom," I say, yawning. "Oh! Good morning, sweetie!"
At 19, I guess I should be in college, but since Dad passed away two years ago, I have stayed close to Mom. However, I feel guilty because I can't find a job, and I know my mom has been struggling to pay for everything independently. "Guess what I heard at church this morning," she said with a note of excitement. Mostly to keep me interested, I'm sure.
Mom was an avid Catholic and attended the Mother of Mercy's church regularly. Me? I had no interest in church or religion; if they knew about me, they wouldn't be interested in me either.
"Father Nichols said they were looking for a handyman for a few repairs and upgrade projects around the church," she rushed out. "I told him you might be interested, and he wants me to bring you by next Sunday. That is, of course, if you are interested?" she says, the hopeful note in her tone tells me I should be. "Does it pay?" I ask. "Yes, of course!" she beams at me. "I guess I can check it out. There isn't much work out there right now. So, do I have to sit through church to get the job?" I ask, obviously grimacing. Mom chuckles. "No, You can drive over towards the end of the services, you big baby," she laughs.
"What have got against God anyways?" she asks light-heartedly. It is not me with something against him that is the problem. Something no one knows about is that I'm gay. I have known since I was 15 when Thor gave me a hard-on. But I couldn't let it slip to even one person in our small religious town.
This is why, at 19, I am a gay virgin who hasn't even had their first kiss. I know, pathetic, right? But there is no reason I can't take this job; even if it's at the church, my sexuality doesn't have to be a factor.
"I have nothing against God, Mom," I groan. This is not the first time this conversation has come up. Mom doesn't push me about it. Thankfully, she has always allowed me to decide on things like this for myself. I sit at the table and eat the plate of eggs, sausage, and pancakes mom puts in front of me. Pondering everything I may never have in my life, like love and sex.
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Sins of the Flesh
RomanceCaleb Nichols has been a priest for the last 18 years, devoted to his church, his wife, and his children. He has never strayed from his path until 19-year-old Cole Abbot is hired on as a handyman for the church. Caleb's fantasies start taking him in...
