Preached By My Neighbor (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Wesly Bennett

Pacing back and forth in the living room, waiting for Dex to come inside my house, I take a deep breath and release it with frustration. Dex has found out about me being gay and I don't know what to do anymore. Remembering the event makes me dizzy and pissed.

I was on the phone, having a conversation with my friend Sully. She was telling me about her seeing the man of her life, which I only rolled my eyes in answer. Sully Case has this long, flowing blonde hair that is so smooth. Green eyes that match the deep sea. Legs that can make a gay man into a straight man (not me!). Sully is taller than me, just a little, but I am the mighty one. She told me she met this guy named Rico. According to her, Rico is hot, sexy, tall, dark and very handsome and cute at the same time. Rico always wear a watch and a black suit, which is, again according to her, so hot it would make me drool. Yeah right. And he's a cop. A very hot cop.

Busy on the phone, I heard a knock, or, so I thought. But I chose to ignore it. Sully didn't know I am gay. She told me she would set me up on a date with the hottest girl she has ever met. Her name is Janine. But I cut her off immediately.

"Look, Sully. I appreciate it." I said, a hint of apology in my voice. "But... I am gay. Sorry."

Then the line was cut off. I hung up and sighed. When I turned around, Dex was there, staring wide eyes at me, his mouth open, jaw hanging. His body was tensed, and he was gripping his own hand it was beginning to turn white. He took a step forward and spat harsh things to me and I didn't even budge. Every word he said kept poking my heart with a needle. Because everything he said was completely true. He kept replaying his words at me and it was making me weak; my whole body was shaking with fear. I got angry, telling him to enlighten me, telling him that I didn't choose this thing going on with me, telling him that I didn't like the way I am living, that I should die because I am so ashamed of myself. That same night, he told me he could help me turn into a "straight" man and I just snorted at him; harsh. He even told me he would like to help me because I am his friend, so I agreed to it. He insisted. When I got to bed, I thought of the words Dex had said to me. It pained me to hear the harsh words coming out of his beautiful and holy mouth. The mouth that I've been wanting to kiss and ravish. The mouth that I've been dreaming of. I then cried to sleep, the words kept replaying over and over inside my head, like a broken CD.

Sully and I haven't talked to each other yet. Now here I am, waiting for Dex to come, or to barge inside my house. This is our third session. The first session went horrible. The second was just okay. And now I am looking forward to this session. Oh how I love it.

Finally, the time has come and Dex comes in with his usual clothing: fitted white shirt, shorts, and sandals. I groan. Dex Evans is so freaking sexy as hell. I've been fantasizing him on top of me, doing naughty things to me, his hand jerking me off and — no, Wesly. Stop these thoughts right now. It does. Dex takes a seat on the sofa and I take a seat across from him. He arches an eyebrow at me and I sigh.

"What has got your panty in a basket?" He asks as he goes to the kitchen, I assume, to grab a drink. It's like he's living in his own house. I roll my eyes at him.

"I don't have a panty," I reason, faking to study my nails. "Because I am not a girl." Yuck.

When he comes back, he plops on the couch and tilts his head to the side, studying him. I roll my eyes at him, and he scowls in return. This guy is going to be the death of me, I swear. Then we start our freaking third session. He asks me if I read a bible, I just shake my head, completely annoyed. I didn't choose to be gay. I just fell in love with a man. That's it. It's not like I demanded it and wink, everything has changed. For the past few days, he has been giving me looks. Different kind of looks. There's something with his stares at me. He always studies me. Sometimes, I would catch him looking at me with his brown eyes. Then when I tell him, he would say he isn't. He would deny it.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me a spark of hope. I just assumed things. The bursts have died but the spark is still burning inside me. I have never felt attraction since the Jarrod incident. Until now. Dex is hot and perfect for me. But the mere fact he has a wife, I just can't love him. But I do like him.

The attraction is quite strong. Whenever Dex is near me, my d**k would just twitch and my chest would be filled with lust. Dex has this effect on me. He doesn't know. And I plan on keeping it that way. Cara, Dex's wife, told Dex that he must not see me because I might "infect" him with my gayness. But Dex just shrugged him off, telling her to shut up for once. I smirk at the thought and Dex eyes me, narrowing his eyes. I just shrug and smile at him.

"Okay, you do know the verses: You shall not lie with a male as with a woman. It is an abomination and If a man lies with a male as he lies with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination. They shall surely be put to death. Their blood shall be upon them, right?"

I nod.

"Well, it's clear. Being homosexual is a sinner. So what you need to do is bring yourself to God, beg for his forgiveness and get everything right." Dex says, staring deeply into my eyes. Being a homosexual is a sinner. How true. It sends a pang of hurt in my chest, making it ache. Tears sting my eyes as I blink it back. I don't want to cry because of this. So I do deserve to die, don't I? I mean, what's the point of going back to God and ask for his forgiveness when it is clearly stated that I should die?

Unable to stand the pain, I jostle my feet, standing up hastily as the tears begin to pour out of my eyes. I quickly head upstairs and get inside my room. I hear Dex calling my name, running after me. When he gets in my room, he sees me crying and walks towards me, patting my back.

"Dex..." I whisper, shaking my head. "I don't... I don't want to feel this way. I... I... I hate so... I so hate myself!" Tears keep spilling, cascading down my cheeks and Dex puts a palm on my neck, his thumb brushing the tears away. When I look up, he has a pained expression etch across his beautiful face. The mere fact that he's touching me makes me cry even more. His touch burns me, igniting the spark that is in my chest, making it blaze.

"Don't hate yourself, Wes." Dex says as he looks deeply into my eyes. His eyes are telling me something. But I can't quite catch it. "You're a good person. I know it. I can see it in your eyes." Then why am I a sinner? An abomination? Clearly it isn't enough.

Dex continues to gaze in my eyes. It's like he's looking right into my soul, revealing the true me. The lonely and full of s**t man. He licks his lower lip slowly and I meet his intense gaze. His dark eyes are burning with something. He then takes a step forward and now, we're face to face. Well, it's technicall face to neck. I am facing his neck. He's taller than I am. Damn it. That turns me on and the arousal gets higher when he pulls me against his chest, hugging me. He pulls away and catches my eyes again. Next thing I know, Dex is leaning down to capture my lips. The sudden contact of our lips sends me to a haven, engulfing me with euphoric ecstasy. His lips are soft and wet, very kissable and seem to fit with my mouth perfectly. Our lips are in a synch, then he bites my lower lip and I moan, opening my mouth, granting him an access. He immediately dunks his tongue inside my mouth as soon as I open it. His tongue exploring every bit of my mouth, playing with mine. He tastes sweet mango. I groan when he rubs his lower part against mine, and he stops it by sealing my mouth with his again.

We both know that Dex will be regretting this after this.