If you are easily offended then maybe skip this one. Its just a fantasy...its just words.
Thanks to everyone, again for the love and support. I read your comments and really appreciate you taking the time to write them.
I decided to get down to it a little quicker with this one...enjoy!
Such Blasphemy.
What a day. My shirt was sticking to my back with sweat as I approached the house. It could have been the 100th house that day but I'd lost count somewhere around the 48th door being shut before I'd finished speaking. I'd drank all my water, I didn't have any money and I was alone.
Dianne, my girlfriend was supposed to come with me but had bailed at the last minute to do something with her mother and everyone else was already paired up so I had to go it alone.
I was too hot, too tired and I wish I hadn't chosen to wear a shirt, tie and dress pants today. Dianne, my girlfriend, thought I'd be taken more seriously, calling on strangers, if I were dressed neatly and she was probably right but that didn't stop 99 people from slamming the door in my face.
I rang the bell, wiped my brow and waited as the sun beat down on my neck. The door was opened by a handsome, blue-eyed clean cut man in his early thirties wearing nothing but a pair of cut off track pants. He was slightly out of breath and a thin layer of sweat shimmered on his firm muscular chest. His cropped hair had little beads of sweat poised to fall from the tips and it looked like I was disturbing his workout.
Taking a deep breath I repeated the line I'd said 99 times already that day but I still managed to fluff it. I don't know if it was the heat or him but my brain was scrambled.
"For the love of Jesus Christ would you like to talk about God for a minute...Sir?" I blurted out. I shut my eyes and dropped my head, realizing my error.
"Nobody has every put it like that before." He laughed good naturedly seeing the humour in my mistake.
"Sir, I'm so sorry. What I meant to say was...Would you like talk about God, Love and Jesus Christ for a minute."
"Do you want to start again?" He said with a kind and soft voice.
"Yes, Please." I said with an exhausted smile.
"OK, go!"
"Good afternoon, Sir" I smiled.
"Good afternoon young man, how can I help you today?" He said quite jovially.
"Would you like to take a moment to talk about the Love of God and Jesus? I'm from the Church of St Matthew..."
Laughing he interrupted and said "Look, I don't know about the God stuff, I'm a bit of a lapsed Catholic but if you want to come in and cool off for a moment? I'll fix you a cool drink." He stepped to the side and gestured me welcome in his home.
"Thank you, sir. That would be greatly appreciated, its a beautiful day but it sure is hot today."
"Hot as hell out there...errr sorry! Come on in"
"Thank you, Sir." I said as I walked into his house following him through to the kitchen; the cool air soothing me almost instantly. "I've been to so many houses today and had the door slammed in my face a lot. I guess I was expecting that though."
He began fixing us a drink while looked at the art on his walls and an awkward silence grew between us.
"So, tell me what is it you are doing out there on a day like this?" He handed me a highball glass filled with fruit juice and ice making intense eye contact as we leaned across the breakfast bar from each other.
I broke the eye contact and took a huge gulp and had to pause while my brain freeze passed which I'm sure made me look weird. "Well, numbers have been dwindling at the church so some of the younger members of the congregation thought we'd come out and see if there is anything holding people back."
"Oh yeah? and what have you discovered."
"Hmmmm not much" I said shyly. "Like I said, people just clam up. Don't want to talk about it."
"Yeah, I get that but what do you think? I'm David by the way." He put his glass down and thrust his hand around the bar to shake mine. He gripped my hand firmly and looked me up and down. I scanned his body again. My eyes drawing down to the deep V of his firm shaven stomach. His loose shorts hung so low I could make out the top of his dick root and the neatly trimmed pubic hair. Through the fabric it was possible to make out the outline of his thick penis.
"Brandon." I replied snapping back to reality.
"Nice to meet you Brandon. So, what do you think?"
"A....a..about what?" Had he caught my stare?"
"What's holding people back?"
"I think people are a little lost. Our community is a little lost. Disconnected from each other and our spirituality. For me the church has offered me a way to feel part of something. Something bigger than me...and to connect with people. Through prayer. Through love."
Stepping closer to me he asked "What about the God part, do you believe in him...it? Sorry, I don't mean to be rude."
"Yes, we do. I do. I mean but its different for everyone. For me its not so much the guy with the big white beard its...love. Its the bond between people. You, me...that lady across the street. We are connected through love."
"OK I get it, more like The Force."
I laughed "Sure if you want to look at it that way, the essence is the same. You mentioned you were a lapsed catholic, If you ever feel like coming to the Church we'd love to see you there. There's no pressure to join in. Sometimes just being there is enough."
"I don't know about that Brandon, its been a long time. Me and The Church. The Church religion...just seems so uptight you know. Fussy." He was staring deep into my eyes again.
I knew what he meant. When people said things like this they were talking about sex.
