I don’t respond to his comment, even if he’s right. I try to move away from him, sliding to my left, but his left shoulder is pressed against my right shoulder, and the pew has my left side blocked so I can’t move. I’m crunched against the pew’s solid wood. Trapped. Nowhere to go. His for the taking.
While causing a boner to grow hard in my chinos, rubbing my d**k through the material, turning me on in front of God, he rambles, “You cut off your blond hair. I liked it long. You should have left it that way. The buzz cut is nice and military, but it’s not like your long-hair-look. The things a man can do in a year.”
“I like this look. Other guys do too.”
“But there aren’t any other guys in your life. You’re single.”
“How do you know this, Jenks?”
“Come on. Don’t be a fool. Because I wo
