“Just the thought of him makes me WET my bed every night.”
My name is Pastor Fleming and I’m a straight man. I’m a man of faith and live by a strict moral code. Recently, my morals were put to the test when my church hired a young, handsome, and muscular assistant pastor by the name of David to help assist me with our growing ministry. That’s when the same-sex attraction that I thought I’d hidden so well, reared its ugly head again. It made my HARD job even HARDER than before.
Things took an interesting turn for the worst when I began having vivid wet dreams about bending David over my desk and feeding him my long, thick chocolate anaconda. I knew I needed to seek professional help when I woke up moaning and borderline screaming, “Make love to me, David,” while sleeping in the bed next to my wife.
I confided to my therapist about the matter. His solution: Confess my feelings to my assistant pastor in hopes that the moaning and wet dreams would stop.
I had a tough choice to make. Do nothing and risk my wife hearing me beg for another man to satisfy me, which could cost me my marriage, or take my therapist’s advice and confess my feelings to my newly appointed assistant pastor, and risk losing my career.
Find out what choice I made in this steamy, romance short story. This is part one in a series and it will end in a HEA.