Something for Saint Jude

Jude Franklin went to church services on Sunday mornings and played the violin in a small chamber group every Thursday evening. He met with his fellow birdwatchers on the third Wednesday of every month at the community college, where he parked his Dodge beneath the same oak tree in visitor parking.
Though he was on the wrong side of thirty years old, he still lived at home with his aging mother, a frail slip of a woman who spent most of her time in a Bentwood rocker knitting things no one would ever use. His dark pine bed was the same twin sleeper he'd slept in since his tenth birthday, with the same dreary beige coverlet and doomed white sheets. Every now and then, he'd replace a dog-eared copy of a gay porn magazine with the newer release. He kept them hidden between old childhood comic books in a hope chest that rested at the foot of the narrow bed. He knew he needed to learn how to navigate the Internet better so he wouldn't have to deal with magazines. It was getting harder to find them.
He worked as a librarian in a small town in Wyoming. His shirts were white button downs and his bow-ties dark solids. His slacks were either brown or gray or navy, usually a heavy wool or tweedy material, and always pressed to perfection with a sharp line down the front and back. He wore either black or brown oxfords with round toes and chunky heels. At the end of his small nose fell black eyeglass frames that were thick and dated. To say he stood out in a town filled with men wearing cowboy hats and boots would have been an understatement.
But more than all this, Jude was a soaring, handsome man, with a lean swimmer's body and a head of golden hair. And even though his slacks were as dreary as pond water, his firm, round buttocks turned more than a few heads when he walked down the street. He had the kind of perfect ass that made even straight cowboys stop and glance when no one was looking.
All this furtive attention usually passed Jude by. He knew men and women were attracted to him, but he wasn't attracted to them. The only guy in town that made his heart beat faster didn't even know he existed. This young guy had no idea that Jude came unhinged just standing next to him.