A/N; I am A gay Mormon and so this story is close to heart. :/ All things pertaining to Mormon gospel and teachings are as close as I in my knowledge can get.

A/N; OH The sex prob isn't that good but uh... yeah I'm a girl :


"Dear Heavenly father…" I was kneeled by bed arms folded eyes closed in prayer just as they had taught us to in primary, "I was wondering god, If homosexuality is really a sin. Or is it just premarital sex? And you know, because gays can't marry…" My heart pounded in my ears and the uneasiness in my stomach refused to disappear. "For example the tale of Sodom and Gomorrah, was it really the sodomy or was it the fact they none of them were married? I truly love the church and everything it stands for but lately… I've been faltering. I ask you for guidance and say these things in the name of thy son Jesus Christ, Amen."

This wasn't the first time I have asked God for guidance in this, I was so desperate for answers I had asked for priesthood blessings. No one knew why I was asking for them however they were a bit suspicious. But every night after Reading the scriptures and pray I just felt unsettled and that the time for this answer wouldn't come anytime soon.

I shifted in to my bed and the thought of the blonde boy immediately forced their way in. my heart pounded as I thought of every time I had seen him. Then, one particular memory giggled as it painfully scratched on the last bit of sanity I had left.

The boys locker room was empty I had gotten there early cause I wanted to work on my serve.

"Uhhhn~ Ohhh~" The moans of pleasure came from the showers and I foolishly snuck back quietly.

The boy I had recently fallen in love with had his black haired friend pushed up against a wall, his cock erect and moving inside the black haired boy. My eyes couldn't look away as Kenny's hand grabbed the other boys cock, a twisted smile played over his face. Stan let out another moan and I started to feel the tension in my pants. I looked down in fear and when I looked back up Kenny had a fist full of Stan's hair his stroke getting faster and rougher. Moans of pleasure escaped them both as Stan came.

My eyes flashed open forcing the memory away but my own cock had already hardened. My hands felt their way down to my pajama bottoms and where rubbing the hard patch in my bed. I bit my lip to suppress the moan that wanted to burst out. My father's voice burst through the pleasure, "Son, The scriptures tell us to love one another. However, if you want to be around the gay children you have to be trying to steer them clear of that sin."

He had told me this the summer after seventh grade when Kenny came out to the school. I had always had a crush on him and the fact that he was now openly gay just made it so easy for me to try and befriend him. Most of the guys in school stated bullying him and the girls either stayed clear or clung to him like white on rice. My father found out that I had started hanging out with him because even is best friends where weary of him.

The worst part wasn't the talk he gave me no, It was the fathers blessing he gave me to "Protect me from sin" I wanted to die as he finished the blessing and removed his hands from my head. I thanked him like I was supposed to but I wanted to hit him.