Father Judd was working alone in his study, doing religious things, and sitting in a mahogany chair. Suddenly the door opens. He smiled, happy to see a familiar face. “Ah! Blanc, how can I help you?” “Well you see uh Fathuh, I was just perusing my local Barnes and Noble when I happened to go past a ratha interesting section.” Judd had always admired Blanc’s southern drawl, reminding of his boyhood obsession with cowboys and the south and ten-gallon hats. He loved ten gallon hats, he even knew that they derived from the spanish phrase Tan Galan. “Oh yeah? What section?” replied Judd. “Well, I was looking past the boardgame section and saw shelves of those Japanese cartoon books.” “Oh manga!” Judd responded.
“Uh yes, a man-ga.” “Well in this here book section I stumbled upon a collection of books labeled Yaoi” Judd shuddered, remembering guilty teenage years. “This, here, uh Yaoi section had several a-interesting pictures. It seems to me to be principled upon male homosexuahl relationships.” As he spoke, Blanc walked closer towards Judd. Judd felt his heart quicken and the room suddenly felt small and intimate. “Anyway, I am not a religious man, but from what I understand your church would consider that… rathuh heretical”. Judd laughed nervously. “Well while some churches would consider homo- homosexuality” – Judd stuttered as Blanc stepped even closer, and crouched down to Judd’s height.
“As I was saying, some down south point to verses like Leviticus 20:13 to vilify homosexuality, some, including this church believe that the verse was really referencing pedophilia.” “Hm” Blanc said. His voice became softer and quieter as he drew his face close to Judd’s and asked “But, what do you happen to think Fathuh? Can you appreciate the beauty in another man?”
Blanc put his hand on Judd’s shoulder and Judd involuntarily shuddered. Judd suddenly stuttered, “I-I have to go” and tried to get up. While walking to the door, he tripped. Judd was about to faceplant but Blanc caught him. “Easy boy,” Blanc said. Judd had his head directly on Blanc’s warm chest. He could feel every deep breath in and out. He remained for a moment and then slowly stood up. His face was a few inches away from Blanc’s. “I want to,” whimpered Father Judd. “But I’m a priest, I can’t betray God by violating my celibacy.” Suddenly, the archangel Michael appeared in a bright flash of light before Blanc and Judd and told them that God was ok with Father Judd breaking his vows in this one scene. The two of them thanked him and he disappeared as soon as he came. Blanc pushed Father Judd against the wall. With his left hand he pinned Judd’s hands above his head, and with his other began slowly undoing his shirt’s buttons. “I’m not used to being this vulnerable,” remarked Judd. “Don’t worry Fathuh, you’re safe with me.”
To be Continued in rEadMe gets raunchy.