By Tuesday of that week Thad was a bit of a wreck. Keeping his vow of purity had not been ultra successful.
To ease his guilt and worries, Thad had talked himself into concluding God couldn’t possibly mean that a healthy teenage boy had to keep his hands to himself one-hundred percent of the time.
However, he had a bit more trouble convincing himself that thoughts of Iggy while his hands were busy would be okay. It seemed to him that not only God, but the world in general, wasn’t too keen on s*x between guys. Yet he just couldn’t seem to keep images of the shortstop out of his head, especially when he was giving in to the desires of his flesh. Even worrying about making the batboy squad sometimes took a back seat to worrying about whether or not these thoughts might mean he was gay.
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