Tag: gay, gay-romance

As soon as I saw that doll all splotched with mud, I saw myself, saw how soiled I was. Or thought I was. From that minute on, I felt liked I’d slipped through a hole in God’s pocket. Just took a dive right into the dirt and was lost forever.”Greg kissed Faron’s hair. “You never hit the dirt. You just slid from one pocket to another. That’s what I did too – I took a journey I was meant to take. I know that now.”Absorbing this, Faron slanted a puzzled look at Greg. “Which pocket do you suppose I landed in?””This one. The one we’re in together. The one I believe we’ll stay in.”Faron felt a thrill of optimism in his heart. “I never thought of it that way.””I never did either. Until today.” Greg once again settled onto Faron’s chest. His cheek moved noticeable into a smile. “God isn’t small, honey. God has a lot of freakin’ pockets. And we just found the one we belong in.