Sins of the Flesh

Chapter 4 Caleb

Of course, I wasn't checking him out! Even as a straight man, I can recognize another man as good-looking. But none of that explains why my cock was twitching in my pants when he blushed. It must be that it has been a long time since I have had sex. That is all a simple biological reaction, as the kids say, "I need to get laid." I manage to avoid Cole for the rest of the day.

The following day, the clouds overhead signal a summer storm. Shit! It's just what I need. The church's wiring is touchy, and electrical storms always trip the breakers. I have lost more than one sermon to that blasted box and old wiring.

Cole is waiting for me in the parking lot when I get to the church. "Good morning, Caleb," He says brightly. I nod at him, not wanting to chance a word with the tightening in my throat suddenly. When we enter, we go our separate ways without a word.

I have the door to my office shut, focused on research for Sunday's sermon, and the storm has picked up and turned into a raging downpour. Lightening and thunder are not far behind. I search my desk drawer for my headlamp and put it around my neck as I often do in preparation for the inevitable power outage. I should warn Cole about the power outage so he doesn't panic.

Cole

Shit! I left my hammer in the truck. I step out the door under the awning. It is pouring down rain, so I throw my arm over my head, knowing it won't stop me from getting wet, and run to the truck and grab the hammer in question.

Back inside, I am soaked to the bone. My white T-shirt is clinging to me and is now see-through, and my jeans are soaked through and cling to me like a second skin. Joy, I hate wearing wet jeans, but it's only 10 a.m. Working in wet clothes will have to do. Ugh.

I continue working, then hear a pop, and everything goes black. Well, shit sounds like a breaker blew. I better find the box and flip it. I turn on my cell phone flashlight and point it at the ground while walking to avoid debris. That's when I run right into something hard.

Caleb is holding me by the shoulders to steady me. His face is shadowed in the light from the headlamp around his neck. The warmth of his hands where he is holding me causes heat to rise in my face and my cock to rise in my jeans.

"Whoa! Are you okay, Cole?" He says. "Um, I was looking for the breaker box," I rasp. I'm panting and begging the powers that be that Caleb doesn't notice.

"I was headed to you when the lights went out." Caleb's voice is suddenly raspy. Am I imagining it, or are we standing closer now? I can feel his shallow breaths on my lips. "Cole," he whispers with gravel in his tone, barely an inch from my lips.

My heart is racing, and I wish he would kiss me. I know its fucking stupid wishful thinking, but my brain is melting with him so close to me, his breath coming out in shallow pants matching mine.

Then I feel his erection, or shit is that mine. I whimper without meaning to, and Caleb drops his hands and steps back. My eyes dart to his crotch and back up again. Yup, he has an erection to WTF! He's going to kick my ass or something. I spin on my heels at the same time he does, and we walk away from each other in opposite directions.