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Keeping the Faith - 4. August 1991, One Day Later
Michael looked at his watch and saw it was past a quarter-to-seven. He had been waiting here now for over an hour and there was still no sign of Ken.
All day at work he had told himself that he wouldn't go anywhere near the Common. What had happened with Ken, yesterday, had been a mistake and was never to be repeated. As soon as he got home, though, he'd headed out onto the common, headed straight for the bench, in the copse of trees, were he'd met Ken. There he'd waited.
He'd been sat on that bench for over an hour and hadn't seen anyone there.
His stomach was grumbling with hunger, his backside numb from the uncomfortable bench and his mind full of confusion.
The previous evening, after his encounter with Ken, his mind had been full of guilt and he had begged God to forgive him. In a moment of weakness, he had betrayed all his beliefs, all for a quick orgasm. He knew God could forgive him but could he forgive himself? He couldn't tell anyone about it, there was no one to tell and guilt silencing him anyway.
That night he'd dreamed about Ken, erotic dreams that relived the sexual act they exchanged. He'd woken up early and very aroused. He'd masturbated thinking about Ken. Afterwards guilt had flooded his mind, but it did not stop the sexual thrill he had remembering their encounter.
All day he'd been thinking about Ken, he could hardly concentrate on his work. It was the promise of seeing Ken again had both excited and repulsed him, but in the end it had drawn him back to the common.
Ken was over an hour late, it probably meant he wasn't coming but Michael couldn't bear to think about that, he couldn't give up hope.
That one time with Ken had made him feel more alive than at any other time he could remember. The touch of another man in such an intimate way. No church service, no prayer group, no bible study had left him feeling so alive. He hated to admit it but sex and his sexuality were the real things in his life now.
He felt a guilty failure, he'd betrayed all his beliefs, but he also felt real.
He stayed there, sitting on the bench, waiting…
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