Gary didn’t like to be hugged. At the Lutheran church he attended with his family, he always slunk by the Pastor, afraid he would be grabbed and bear hugged. At school, he would always shy away from the pats on the back handed out by teachers and coaches. He never even went out on dates, or hung out with other boys.
He just didn’t like to be hugged.
What no one knew, and he had always kept a secret, was that there was a button on his back. When this button was pressed Gary would uncontrollably speak everything that was on his mind for at least five minutes, or until his batteries ran down. But until then, he couldn’t control anything coming out of his mouth.
This had caused him some awkward moments in the past, until he had learned how to avoid huggers.
One day shortly after his sixteenth birthday, in the checkout line at the supermarket, he had forgotten an item in the bottom of the cart. The store manager accused him of attempting to steal a bag of kitty litter. Gary was politely telling the clerk that Kitty litter was far too bulky an item to hide in the bottom of the cart, but the manager ignored his protest, obviously wanting to make an example of him. At this moment, Gary’s Pastor walked up, coming to Gary’s defense.
“I’ve known this young man for years. He and his family attend my church faithfully. I’m positive that Gary didn’t intend to do anything wrong.”
As the Pastor spoke, the store manager visibly began to calm down, sensing that the young man was no longer easy prey. Gary felt a passionate gratitude toward his Pastor, who had come to his defense, even when he had avoided him all these years. He dared to look up into Pastor Steve’s kind eyes.
Pastor Steve guided Gary over to a quiet corner to help him calm down.”It’s not so bad, Gary. I forget things a lot myself, you know.” This was the first time Gary had encountered Pastor Steve outside of church, and Gary was a little disoriented at seeing him for the first time without his usual full length priests outfit. A reasonably good looking man, single and just out of seminary, he was wearing a pull over shirt that revealed a nice rug of chest hair. Gary felt a stirring down below. He had just begun experiencing those kind of feelings over the past year, and they rattled him and excited him at the same time. But he was becoming more and more sure of what they meant, and knew that he liked it.
Without warning, before Gary could escape, Pastor Steve reached out and gave Gary a big, deep, reassuring hug.
Suddenly Gary felt the loosening in his tongue, and he knew it was too late. As his mouth opened, Gary knew that resistance was futile.
“Pastor, do you have hair like that all over, because I love your hair. I want to rub my face in it and smell you,” he began, with the sinking sensation that his life as he had known it, for good or bad, was over.
Pastor Steve was at first visibly alarmed, glancing quickly around for eavesdroppers. Then he suddenly grinned, putting his arm over Gary’s shoulder and hurrying him out to his car.
Gary, realizing that he was still alive, realized that maybe he had gotten it all wrong. Perhaps this could be fun.
Some sensual, some not, but all sharing the warmth of touch.