A cold night weakness
The surge of emotion was cathartic and left me numb for a while. It was difficult to believe that I had fallen to a new low in my quest for redemption. I had slept with a man and It felt like something, I wanted to do all over and over again. The young man was quick to shrug away from my embrace, pull up his pink panties, wore his trousers and began to frantically clean up the mess we had had caused in the name of passion. I was still digesting the magnitude of what the devil had made me do when Donatus has asked his question all over again.
" What happened to Jonathan. I have a bad feeling that something bad happens to go him." He said as his eyes widened gazing at me leaning on the Camaro with my pants still thrown down. I was bare. I wanted to have him again. I wanted no such thing as wasting my time to pull down my trousers all over again. Alas it was what I was all the year of my life; a gay priest.