The Advent of Hope

By Emery C. Walters

What does a gay son do when his parents tell him a fundamentalist Christian college bent on developing ministers is his only choice?

Marty feels conflicted, scared, and miserable, but once on campus, he finds himself infatuated with someone he has to room with when he stays on campus over Thanksgiving break.

At first glance, Marty thinks Troy is straight. But incidents and innuendoes develop between them, touchings and brushings, double entendres, and off-campus escapades in the snow. Is Troy gay, too, or hopelessly heterosexual?

To find out, Marty hatches a plan to uncover the truth. Will the perfect Christmas gift determine their future together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Dec 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781634864800

Emery C. Walters

Emery C. Walters was born Carol Forde, a name he soon knew didn’t fit the boy he was inside. Transition was unknown back then, so he married and then bore and raised four children. When his youngest child, his gay son, left home, Emery told Carol that she had to step aside, and he fully transitioned from female to male in 2001.

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The Advent of Hope

By Emery C. Walters

Chapter 1

I had to trade names with seven different people to get the name I wanted: Tory, a senior like myself. Utopia was a small college, and most everyone knew one another. It was church-based. I didn’t want to out myself as gay to anyone, really, but Tory had captured my heart. I felt I owed it to myself to at least find out Tory’s orientation.

We both dated female students. The administration seemed to encourage it because they wanted their male students to become nicely married ministers and the girls to become teachers. The monthly school-run paper always had updates on prior students who now had a church of their own or were teaching. This was so expected.

I wasn’t interested in that kind of life for myself. I had been brought up in a different religion, which I had semi-dropped, lately. I had come here because I’d been given a scholarship and couldn’t afford to go anywhere else.

Now, with one more semester to go, I was almost twenty-two years old and wanted, even though it was stupid, being gay and all, to join the Navy. At least, I thought I did. Maybe it would please my father.

But first, the Christmas party, then two weeks at home, and then the last semester.

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It was time. Time for me to hop on the bus to Ann Arbor, and then another bus, if there was one, to the campus of Utopia College, where I was going, because Dad couldn’t afford to send me to the university like he had my older brother. I didn’t have any kind of sport to help me get accepted anywhere, but at old Utopia, it didn’t matter. It was enough that I was a Protestant of some sort. Not their sort exactly, but it didn’t matter. They accepted me because I wrote a nice paper on how good a minister I’d make (lying through my teeth) and because my graduation picture showed me with a fresh haircut and a clean white shirt and tie. Do I sound bitter? Well, yes, and grateful, too, because after I earned a BA of some sort, I could do whatever I wanted.

If I wanted