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Executive Fantasy Man

Fresh out of UCLA film school, Derek was slight yet strapping in his build. His wholesome, innocent, and conservative appearance made him look like the perfect intern for a bustling corporation.

His university’s Job Placement program put him at a high-end talent agency that represented fitness models, powerbrokers, and movie stars.

It was his first job out of college, and he was eager to use his entry-level position to climb the corporate ladder and one day be a top-tier artist representative. Celebrities came and went on a daily basis, but none of them were of interest to him. He only had eyes for one man in the building, Grant Goldwyn. With a stylish haircut and exotic Mediterranean good looks at six-foot-one inch, Grant was everything Derek could want in a man. He was sweet, intelligent, and articulate. Grant was someone who would not only be the perfect partner but a success at any endeavor he applied himself to.

Grant was Barry Brunswick’s assistant. Barry was the head honcho at the agency. He not only represented the most impressive clients, but him liking you was the key to succeeding at the agency.

Everything about the agency was high-end. In fact, most of the employees there didn’t receive physical mail anymore in the office. Everyone was predominantly paper-free by now, except for Barry. He was old-school and liked his letters written on actual paper and his boxes and mail brought to him. Unlike his contemporaries, Barry received multiple letters and packages every day. Most found it annoying that he still used “snail mail,” but Derek didn’t mind at all. He was delighted by it since his job was working in the mailroom, and it provided him with the opportunity to see his man-crush, Grant.

Every morning and afternoon like clockwork, Barry would receive either a letter or a package that required delivery. Derek would eagerly await its arrival and then quickly run it up and deliver it to his assistant, Grant.

Sometimes, Derek would casually bump into Grant in the halls, often prompting his over-worked and undersexed imagination to go into over-drive. Derek would instantly be thrust into an erotic daydream of what it would be like to have an affair with Grant.

Derek had his first fantasy about Grant on his third day of employment. It was a quick and unexpected fantasy that took place in one of the dining areas in the building.

It happened when Derek had just finished his deliveries and went to treat himself to a can of Coke. He casually entered the commissary, expecting it to be empty. Rather than calmly entering the area, he rushed into the room just as Grant poured himself a hot tea. The two men collided, causing Grant to spill the scalding water on himself. Grant insisted he was fine and explained that Derek need not worry. He assured him that he had a second, dry button-down shirt and tie at his desk that he could put. As Grant removed the wet shirt, time seemed to slow down, revealing his sexy, toned, athletic body. Derek swooned and became flush at the sight of his hairless chest, square pectoral muscles, and ripped abs. Grant smiled as he removed his top assuring Derek that it wasn’t a problem.

“Dude, I’m fine. Are you good? – Is everything okay? Are you okay…?

Derek was snapped out of his fantasy by Grant repeatedly asking him if he was okay.

Derek was shocked to see Grant holding an un-spilled cup of hot water safely in his hands. Clearly, no accident had occurred. Grant was confused as to why Derek stood motionless, staring at him. Still, once Derek realized what was happening, he scampered away, embarrassed at having such a vivid and realistic fantasy right in front of the man of his dreams! The whole incident played out in Derek’s mind the rest of the day.

The second of Derek’s fantastical daydreams happened when the two men bumped into each other in the parking garage. It was during his lunch break when Derek ran into the garage to grab his phone charger from his car. Grant had just parked his new BMW in the spot next to him and exited with his food. Without either of the men noticing, they both turned towards each other and collided.

Derek’s imagination ran wild as he fantasized about Grant offering to show off the back seat of his new car.

“Do you like the smell of a new car? I just got this one, and it’s incredibly roomy, especially the back seat. Want to check it out?” Grant asked.

Derek innocently replied, “Sure,” thus inviting Grant to press him hard against the automobile and kiss him deeply. Grant immediately tore Derek’s dress shirt open and aggressively wrapped his arms around Derek’s torso as he pressed his lips passionately against him. The two men kissed hard. It was just a prelude to what was about to happen on the BMW’s luxurious, plush leather back seat.

“Hey man – Forgot your charger in the car? I do that all the time” Grant chuckling at the situation, instantly snapped Derek out from his fantasy and into a panic. He hastily retreated to the safety of the mailroom alone.

Derek did his best to keep his deliveries to Grant and his boss Barry short from then on since he knew that the more time he spent with Grant, the more he’d fantasize about him.

It was the Fourth of July weekend, and everyone packed up for the holiday. Before Derek locked up to head home, one final package arrived in the mailroom. Once again, this small box was marked, “Hand Deliver to Barry Brunswick.”

Derek quickly grabbed the box and hastily ran it up to the executive floor in hopes of catching one last glimpse of Grant as he brought him his boss’s box.

The elevator seemed to take forever in arriving since everyone was heading down to the parking lot.

Seeing Grant is the perfect end to my day! I’ll just run up the stairs. I’ll get there quicker that way!

Derek rushed out of the stairs and headed down the long hall. He was surprisingly light-headed from all the stairs he climbed, happy to still see Grant at his desk.

Ah, I’m not too late!

Skyer rushed over with the package for Grant’s boss.

“Last minute special delivery for Mr. Brunswick!” Derek shouted, excited to see his secret crush before the long weekend.

Grant was pleased to see Derek, too; he must have been expecting the package for his boss based on how eager he was to receive the small box.

As the two young men exchanged quick pleasantries, Grant’s boss turned off the lights and closed his office door in preparation to leave for the day.

“What’s this? Did someone send me something? This late in the day?” He rhetorically asked.

Grant quickly responded, “I’ll handle it. I’m sure it’s nothing that needs your immediate attention. Enjoy the long weekend. I’ll take care of it.”

Barry insisted he open the box and hastily snapped it from Grant’s hands, “It could be important. I’ll open it now -Especially since I won’t be in the office again till Tuesday.”

As Grant attempted to focus his attention elsewhere, Barry tore into the small box. Before he could excuse Derek for the day, Barry exclaimed in an aggravated voice. “Is this a joke? Who’s sending me my stapler?”

Barry quickly focused on Derek as he barked, “You. From the mailroom. Find out what this is about. Do you have a log of who mailed things? Find out who this is from and how they got into my office to steal my stapler. Someone must be playing some kind of a joke on me, and I want to know who it is!”

Derek panicked at the frustrated tone from the big boss.

“Of course, Sir. I’ll see what I can find out. I’m so sorry about this!”

Barry continued. “It’s not your fault. Just find out what this is all about.”

“Yes, sir,” Derek replied as he made a hasty retreat back towards the stairwell and down towards the mailroom to safety.

Minutes later. Derek was back in the small, cluttered mailroom, trying to catch his breath from running down the stairs.

What am I supposed to do? How the hell am I going to find out who took his stapler? I have no idea who mail comes from. My job is to just drop it off to the person whose name is on the envelope. Am I going to lose this job over this?

As Derek’s mind reeled about what to do, he looked up. Everyone had left the building, and he was alone in the large office. Well, not alone. Grant slowly moved towards him bashfully, sweetly as he smiled and simply stated, “I’m here because I have a confession. I put the stapler in the box for my boss. I’ve been the one behind all the deliveries this month. All those boxes and envelopes sent to my boss were because I wanted to see you deliver them to me. I needed an excuse to see your adorable face, your innocent smile. I came down here to not only tell you that but to let you know that I’ve had a crush on you since you started, and I’ve been desperate to kiss you.”

With that, Grant took Derek in his arms and pressed his hungry mouth against his. The two kissed deeply, passionately. Grant grabbed Derek’s ass firmly and squeezed it in his strong hands. Grant then lifted him on the counter and pulled him between his legs snuggly so Derek could feel just how excited Grant was to have him in his arms.

Derek was impressed with what was pressing up against the front of his chinos.

As the two men grinded against the other in a fiery frenzy of desire, Derek suddenly stopped and pulled back with a confused look on his face.

“Is everything okay?” Grant asked.

“This is crazy – I’m great – better than great. I don’t want this daydream to end,” exclaimed Derek.

Grant was confused.

Derek explained, “I know I’m just fantasizing about being with you again. I was wishing it was real.”

Grant laughed as he grabbed him snuggly between the legs. “Is this real enough?”

Derek’s eyes lit up as he responded with a resolving, “Yes! I guess I may not be daydreaming you being here after all!”

Derek grabbed Grant as he pulled him on top of him. Eager for more.

“So, I’m not in trouble?” Derek asked, desperate for clarity about what would happen with Grant’s boss.

“Only if you don’t keep kissing me,” Grant replied.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to lose this job over-delivering your boss his stapler,” Derek cautiously replied as Grant pulled him closer.

Barry won’t remember the stupid stapler thing by the time Tuesday rolls around, and even if he does, I’ll come clean and admit it was just a ruse so I could get you to my desk and eventually, hopefully, into my bed.

“Who needs a bed? There’s plenty of room in the executive suite. Being the mailroom guy, I have keys to every door in the building.

Grant suddenly looks more devilish than he had ever looked before. Derek appreciated the mischievous smirk he had on his face.

That Fourth of July, Derek didn’t need to look up in the sky to see the fireworks.

 

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eCUPID 2.0: A Gay Valentines Day Story

eCUPID 2.0: A Gay Valentines Day Story

Jimmy sat alone. It was the grand re-opening ceremony for the Angel Café. As he looked around at all the hot, available men frequenting the café, he felt empty inside.

Jimmy wasn’t the usual “gym bunny” like most guys in West Hollywood, but he wasn’t out of shape either. He was in his late twenties and attractive with a warm, caring heart and a keen sense of humor. Jimmy was “dad-bod” adorable.

Recently, he had officially given up on men altogether and stopped bothering even to date. He had especially given up pursuing the man of this dreams, Anton.

Anton worked with Jimmy as a sales representative. His job entailed introducing them to the latest office products and refilling their dwindling supplies. Anton was everything Jimmy wanted in a man; considerate, kind, funny, and sexy. He was a burly man– just the right side of beefy with thick hair and strong features.

Jimmy couldn’t help himself. He had frequent lumberjack fantasies of Anton. Jimmy longed to see him in tight jeans and a plaid button-down shirt, with an ax in his hand chopping lumber in the backyard of their cabin in the woods!

But now, Jimmy sat alone in the café watching people meet, greet and romance each other.
He was indeed lonely as he quietly asked the universe for someone to love. The words barely formed in his head before his phone made a mysterious chiming sound with the bold words asking, “Looking for love?”An app offering romantic assistance, called eCUPID, was requesting Jimmy’s permission to help with his quest for a man.

WHY NOT? I’ve tried everything else… Just another silly app to play with.

Jimmy agreed to the Terms and Conditions of the program without adequately reading them as he prepared himself to leave.

Best to get home and settle in for the night and relax. No one here is interested in me. Love’s not in my future. Not today at least.

Quickly arriving home, a large white truck with the words “Divinity delivery” had delivered a bounty of boxes at his front door.

Is that for me? I know I didn’t order anything!

A delivery person was nowhere in sight, and before he even turned around, the truck had left without a trace.

Jimmy no sooner brought the boxes inside when his phone sprang to life. It was the app he had just downloaded speaking to him. A sweet female voice asserted, “Clothes make the man, dress the part, and success will find you!”

Jimmy was shocked at the notification, not to mention that all the boxes contained beautiful Tailor-made clothes that fit him perfectly. His wardrobe just went from zero to hero in seconds!

Who is paying for all this? I guess I’ll worry about that when the bill comes in!

Jimmy was thrilled about his new look.

All dressed up with nowhere to go…

The thought no sooner crossed his mind when the app’s voice asserted, “Your car is outside, time to hit the town!”

Could it be there’s an uber waiting for me?

The voice insisted, “Meter’s running! Don’t dawdle!”

Jimmy was more confused than anything. But who was he to argue with the app?

A beautiful older woman was his chauffer and welcomed him, “Let’s show you a good time!”

Jimmy thought he recognized the voice –but from where? Could it be the same voice as on his phone?

Minutes later, the car pulled up to a strange address.

Where are we? Who lives in this place? Is this the good time you promised?

The driver hopped out of the car and opened his door, “Just ring Unit 7. You’ll find your answers there.”

Curiosity got the best of him.

I know I should insist on being taken home, but I must know what’s going on.

With a curious look at his driver, Jimmy decided to gather his courage and make his way towards the building and buzzed Unit 7. Was this lucky number 7, he wondered?

The doorbell chimed, but there was no reply.

Guess no one is there!

Before he could turn around, a muscular, strikingly handsome, wearing only a towel answered the door. “Hi, can I help you?”

Wow. Is this a hook-up? Did they just send me to a rent boy’s home? Whoever this stud is, they have excellent taste!

“My driver just instructed me to ring this bell. Why I was told to come here is a mystery to me.”

“What’s your name?” he inquired pleasantly.

Jimmy struggled to keep his eyes on the man’s face rather than the dark, sexy path of hair that peeked out from beneath the towel and trailed towards his navel and well-defined abs.

He answered, “Jimmy… Popensmitz”

The man’s face softened; his expression turned familiar and caring.

“Please… Come in. It’s Rudy. Rudy from when we were in grade school.”

Jimmy instantly knew who Rudy was. He was surprised he didn’t recognize him sooner. It had only been ten years, but now in the prime of their lives, Rudy was muscular and hot. Could this studly man be the bully from middle school he so dreaded?

Jimmy thought about it for a minute and decided to enter and talk to him. He was too curious about what he was doing there and what Rudy had to say.

“Please, sit. Honestly, I just want a minute of your time. I hoped our paths would cross one day.”

Jimmy entered the smartly decorated apartment as Rudy began explaining himself cautiously. “I know I was terrible to you in school; I was a bully. I wanted to say I’m sorry for what I put you through.”

Jimmy sat motionlessly.

How bizarre. Why was taken to this house to see this person?

Before he could even attempt to make sense of what was happening, Rudy continued, “I didn’t understand my sexuality and took my frustrations out on you. I finally grew up and met a man who helped me understand who I was, but in school, you were my first crush, and I was mad at the feelings I had for you.”

Jimmy looked around. Could this be a joke? Was the high school bully coming out to him? Was he admitting that he tortured him because he was attracted to him? Jimmy’s mind was now blown; he didn’t speak as he looked around the apartment.

He could make out framed photos of two men together, in playful, loving poses from where he sat. Rudy was now happy with a partner, but it still didn’t forgive what he did to Jimmy years ago.

Rudy sincerely asked, “Can you forgive me? I didn’t make the best decisions in life back then. I hope you understand; I was a lost, scared teenager.”

Jimmy stood up. “I’ll be honest. I’m not sure why I’m here and what you want from me.
But what you did was genuinely hurtful.”

“I know that I was a terrible kid. I think fate brought you to my door so you’d know that you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Maybe it’s so you’d understand that the cruelty wasn’t because of who you were; it was because I hated who I was.”

Rudy looked genuinely remorseful. It was clear that he was sorry, and, in an odd, crazy way, Jimmy felt flattered and relieved that all that terribleness in school was because some misguided, lost boy had a crush on him.

It was time to be the bigger man. Jimmy stepped up and extended his hand. “I accept your explanation and apology.”

Rudy’s eyes softened. “Thank you. I hope you’re happy. You deserve to be. You look amazing, by the way.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your apology. It means a great deal to me. Now I’m sorry to rush out, but I have got a car outside waiting for me.”

The two men said their goodbyes, and Jimmy headed back to the car.

The world is a crazy place. That was nuts!

Jimmy couldn’t wrap his mind around what had happened, but oddly enough, he felt much better about himself.

“Let’s get you a drink,” the soft-spoken female driver said as Jimmy got back into the car. “I know of just the place.”

“A drink sounds nice right now,” Jimmy admitted, as he was distracted by the thoughts being replayed in his head.

The car drove up to the bar with a line going around the block.

“Here? Are you taking me to THIS bar? I’ve always wanted to check this place out, but I could never get in. Surely, with that line, it will take hours before getting a drink.”

The driver smiled, “Just go up to the front door. The bouncer will let you in.”

“You’re joking?” Jimmy exclaimed.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” she chuckled knowingly.

Jimmy meekly headed to the front of the line. He was confident that he’d be turned away.

All eyes jealously scrutinized him as he headed towards the front of the line.

The bouncer received urgent text as Jimmy approached. He looked down and read the message. His hand instinctively grasped the red velvet divider and opened it for Jimmy to enter.

“Have a good time!” he nodded, then stepped aside for Jimmy.

“Thanks, I will.” Jimmy looked back to acknowledge his driver, but the car was conspicuously absent.

Less than two minutes before arriving at the bar, a drink appeared before him.

“I didn’t order this,” Jimmy said to the shirtless bartender who looked like he just stepped off the stage from a Magic Mike show.

“It’s from the gentleman in the red shirt,” the server explained as he looked down the bar to show him who bought him the drink.

A brilliant smile accented the sparkling eyes and ruggedly handsome face, which was just the sight Jimmy was excited to see. “Anton!” He excitedly called out.

“You’re looking great. Love the clothes and the confident smile,” Anton exclaimed. He couldn’t be more complimentary. “So great to see you here. I hope you’re celebrating a promotion. You certainly deserve it!” He was always the cheerleader.

“As long as Nicholas works at the firm and takes credit for my ideas, they’ll be no promotion.” Jimmy somberly replied, excited to see his friend and crush.

Anton’s eyes continued to dart up and down Jimmy’s body, impressed with the new look. “I’m guessing you’re looking so fine because you’re here to meet someone, perhaps a date?”

As evident as it was, Jimmy couldn’t fathom that Anton was flirting with him. He laughed, quickly dismissing the compliment.

“Nope. I just popped in for a quick drink on the way home.”

Anton wasn’t sure what to say, “Well, I don’t want to keep you. I guess I’ll see you on Monday. I’ve got an appointment with Nicholas to go through your inventory and re-stock your supplies. I’ll stop by and say, ‘Hello,’ when I get there.” Anton smiled as he slipped into the crowd of eligible men and disappeared.

I guess Anton left because he had plans with someone else, Jimmy thought to himself.

Jimmy watched Anton blend back into the crowd. He knew he was just kidding himself at the thought of having such a sweet sexy man as a boyfriend was even a possibility.
Jimmy raised his phone to call an Uber. Without pressing a button, the eCupid app indicated that a car was out front, ready and waiting for him.

Without questioning it, Jimmy made his way to the car and home. It was a long and crazy day, and he was grateful that tomorrow he’d be at work – a familiar place.

Too many surprises today. Best to get back to the usual grind.

Jimmy slept like a baby that night, but the morning proved quite different.

A friendly and now familiar female voice woke him up when his phone politely but firmly instructed. “Time to get up. It’s a half-hour earlier than usual, but I’ve got something special in store for you.”

Was this app serious? Was it taking over his life? For a minute, he thought yesterday was all a dream. But before he could ask any more questions, the voice surprised him, “I’ve turned on your coffee maker for you. Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Valentine’s Day? Who knew? Who cares? It’s just another day for me.

***

When Jimmy arrived at work, his co-workers greeted him with hearty pats on the backs, smiles, and congratulatory handshakes.

Did I miss something? What’s happening?

Anton hurried out of the commissary and handed Jimmy a hot cup of coffee. “Looks like Karma finally caught up with Nicholas. Somehow the big boss realized that all your designs and work were yours and not his.”

REALLY? Who? How?

Everyone was baffled. Anton explained, “No one’s sure what the story is. Something showed up in the boss’s email this morning and revealed Nicholas to be the fraud he was.”

Anton smiled at him as he excused himself, rushing to his next meeting.

Jimmy sat at his cubicle, sipped his coffee, and wondered what was next for him today when a dozen flowers arrived at his desk.

Who are these from? Jimmy thought. He was astonished. His phone lit up with a message and the familiar female voice saying, “These are not FOR you; they’re FROM you. You’ll understand why within the hour.”

Weird. Weird. Weird. This program is nuts. It’s way too much trouble! I’ll delete it later, he decided.

A voice from his phone intercom surprised him as it inquired, “Jimmy, would you please come upstairs for a quick meeting?” Jimmy knew exactly who it was. It was the big boss’s secretary. Why he was being summoned was a mystery.

He took another gulp of coffee and headed upstairs.

“Go right in, Mr. Popensmitz,” the older, impeccably dressed secretary politely said. “He’s expecting you.”

The boss’s office was grand—dark Mahogany walls, heavy tapestry, with lush, heavy oak furniture. Jimmy had been with the company for ten years now and had never been in this office, let alone speak with the boss one-on-one.

“Sit, make yourself comfortable,” the CEO of the company insisted, as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “I’m guessing you’ve heard by now that Nicholas has been let go. I’m sorry that this firm had not recognized all your terrific work all this time.”

Jimmy explained modestly., “Nicholas was my supervisor. My job was to report to him, and that’s what I did. The credit wasn’t important. What was important was that my team was efficient, and our work benefited the company.”

The stately, older man laughed heartily. “That’s exactly the kind of employee I appreciate—a company man. However, Nicholas should have shared the credit. A good boss supports his employees, not promotes himself because of them. It’s for that reason; he’s been terminated. I’m promotion you to his job. His office is yours effective immediately. I have every confidence that you’ll excel in that job.”

“Thank you, sir. I won’t fail you!” Jimmy promptly replied with newfound confidence and excitement. The boss’s appreciative grin told Jimmy everything he now needed to know.

“Now, go enjoy your new office; you’ve earned it.”

Back at his cubicle, Jimmy gathered his few possessions so that he could move them into where he’d be working. A notification from his phone simply stated, “Congratulations. Now, Go get, ‘em tiger.”

Jimmy took his belongings and moved into his new office across the hall.

This is nice. I can’t say that having your own private workspace isn’t going to be awesome. Jimmy sat down at the desk and leaned back.

Yup. A guy could get used to this!

Anton appeared at the door and knocked softly. “Hi, congratulations! I just heard it was official. I guess that from now on, you’ll be my contact here, and we’ll be going over the inventory together.”

“Yeah, seems so.” Jimmy smiled as he cleared his throat to ask Anton an important question.

“Before we get to business, I’d like to attend to a personal matter. It’s a question, and it may not be the most professional thing to ask you here at work, but to hell with it.”

Jimmy looked down and saw the flowers. He instantly understood the cryptic message that accompanied them when they arrived. He continued by asking Anton, “Would you be my Valentine?”

Anton’s face again lit up as he reached into his pocket and produced a small, red envelope. “I was just about to ask you the same question.” Anton bashfully handed Jimmy a small red card.

Jimmy was excited as he took the card from Anton and read it. “For years, I’ve wanted to ask you out, but I was afraid you’d say no. Today I’m taking a chance; you’ll say yes.”

Anton was delighted with the flowers he had just received from Jimmy and spotted a card in the beautiful bouquet. Before Jimmy could explain that the flowers mysteriously arrived from an unknown place, Anton read the card and gave him a sweet, brilliant grin. Anton said, “You’re a lovely man. Of course, I’ll be your Valentines.”

Jimmy could see the card that came with the flowers. It read, “Cupid had struck my heart and delivered these flowers from me to you.”

He walked over to his office door and closed it, twisting the blinds closed. The office was now private and dark. He slowly and confidently walked over to Anton looked him deeply in the eyes.

Anton desperately wanted Jimmy to kiss him.

Jimmy wasn’t about to make him wait any longer; he took him in his arms and kissed him tenderly, deeply. The world disappeared around them as they pressed their bodies against each other. The two men had so desperately desired the other for so long, and now, they finally were able to be with each other. They could feel the other’s heartbeat as they pressed together, the sensation of their warm breath, and the taste of their sweet lips as they touched. They took their time to enjoy the caring and strong embrace. A deep gaze into each other’s eyes signaled that it may be best to wait until later to go further. After all, they were at work.

Jimmy asked if Anton could join him for dinner that evening at his favorite restaurant. Anton eagerly accepted.

Again, Jimmy’s phone lit up. This time for the last time.

It simply stated, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Love, eCUPID”

With that, the app mysteriously disappeared from his phone. It had done its job. Soon, it would appear on someone else’s phone and help them find their special someone.

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eCUPID 2.0

Jimmy sat alone. It was the grand re-opening ceremony for the Angel Café. As he looked around at all the hot, available men frequenting the café, he felt empty inside. Quietly he observed one man in particular. His name was Marshall, a guy he met on a social app a few days ago. Marshall was beautiful, with short, light brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a strikingly handsome face. Jimmy watched as Marshall now passionately kissed his boyfriend. The two had been a couple for seven years, they had broken up, and now, for reasons unknown to Jimmy, they were mysteriously brought together again.

No matter why, Marshall was no longer available, and his heart belonged to another.

Jimmy was in his late twenties and attractive with a warm, caring heart and a keen sense of humor. He was dad-bod adorable. He didn’t have the usual “gym bunny” body like most guys in West Hollywood, but he wasn’t out of shape either.

Recently, Jimmy had just officially given up on men altogether. He had especially stopped pursuing the man of this dreams, Anton.

Anton worked with Jimmy as a sales representative. His job entailed stopping in the office every few weeks to introduce them to the latest office products and refill their orders. Anton was everything Jimmy wanted in a man, considerate, kind, funny, and sexy.

Jimmy found especially appealing that he was a burly mountain of a man– just the right side of beefy with thick hair and strong features.

Jimmy couldn’t help himself but have frequent lumberjack fantasies of Anton at the office how he longed to see him in tight jeans, a plaid button-down shirt, with an ax in his hand chopping lumber in the backyard of their cabin in the woods.

But now, as he sat alone in the café watching everyone meet, greet and romance each other, he felt lonely, sad and quietly asked the universe for someone to love. The words barely formed in his head before his phone made a mysterious chiming sound. “Looking for love?” the phone screen queried just as an invitation from an app named eCUPID asked for permission to help with his quest for a man.

WHY NOT? I’ve tried everything else… Just another silly app to play with.

He agreed to the terms and conditions of the program without reading them and prepared himself to leave.

Best to get home and settle in for the night and relax. No one here is interested in me. Love’s not in my future. Not today.

Quick to arrive home, a large white truck with the words “Divinity delivery” delivered a bounty of boxes in the distance.

Is that for me? I know I didn’t order anything?

Arriving at the front door, a delivery person was nowhere in sight ¬–before he could turn around, the truck had left without a trace. The only thing that remained was a stack of white boxes at the door.

Once inside, he no sooner opened the utility drawer to look for a box cutter when his phone sprang to life. It was the app that he had just downloaded. A sweet female voice asserted, “Clothes make the man, dress the part, and success will find you!”

Jimmy was shocked at the notification, not to mention that all the boxes contained beautiful tailor-made clothes that fit him perfectly. His wardrobe just went from zero to hero in 3.0 seconds!

Who is paying for all this? I guess I’ll worry about that when the bill comes in!

Jimmy was thrilled about his new look; everything was as if he picked it out himself and perfectly made for his body type.

All dressed up with nowhere to go…

The thought no sooner crossed his mind when the app’s voice asserted, “Your car is outside, time to hit the town!”

Could it be there’s an Uber waiting for me?

The voice sweetly insisted, “Meter’s running! Don’t dawdle!”

Sure enough, a car waited outside.

Jimmy was more confused than anything. Who was he to argue with the app?

A beautiful older woman was confidently seated in the driver’s seat upon entering the car. She welcomed him, “Let’s show you a good time!”

Jimmy recognized the voice –but from where? Could it be the same voice as on his phone?

Minutes later, the car pulled up to a strange address.

Where are we? Who lives in this place? Is this the good time you promised?

The driver hopped out of the car and opened his door, “Just ring unit 11. You’ll find your answers there.”

Curiosity got the best of him. I know I should insist on being taken home, but I’ve got to know what’s going on. With a curious look at his driver, he decided to gather his courage and make his way towards the building and number 11.

The doorbell chimed, but there was no reply.

Guess no one is here.

Before he could turn around, a muscular, strikingly handsome, freshly showered man wearing only a towel answered the door. “Hi, can I help you?” He wondered.

Wow. Is this a hook-up? Did they just send me to a rent boy? Whoever this stud is, they have excellent taste!

“My driver just instructed me to ring this bell. Why I was told to come here is a mystery to me.”

“Well, what’s your name?” he inquired pleasantly. Jimmy answered as he struggled to keep his eyes and look him in the face, rather than the dark, sexy path of hair that peeked out from beneath the towel and trailed towards his navel and well-defined abs.

“Jimmy…Popensmitz”

The man’s face softened; his expression turned familiar and caring.

“Please… Come in. It’s Rudy. Rudy from when we were in grade school.”

Jimmy instantly knew who Rudy was. He was surprised he didn’t recognize him sooner. It had only been ten years, but now in the prime of their lives, Rudy was hotter and more muscular than he ever was in middle school. Could this sexy man be the bully he so dreaded in his younger days? Jimmy thought about it for a minute and decided to enter. He was too curious about what he was doing there and what Rudy had to say to turn around and leave.

“Sit. Honestly, I just want a minute of your time. I hoped our paths would cross one day.” Jimmy entered the spacious, smartly decorated apartment as Rudy began explaining himself cautiously, “I’m guessing you remember me. I made myself quite unforgettable when we were kids. I know I was terrible to you in school; I was a bully. I want to say I’m sorry for what I put you through.”

Jimmy sat motionlessly.

How bizarre? How insane that he was taken to this house to see this person. WHY?

Before he could even attempt to make sense of what was happening, Rudy continued, “I didn’t understand my sexuality and took my frustrations out on you. I finally grew up and met a man who helped me understand who I was, but in school, you were my first crush, and I was mad at you for the feelings I had for you.”

Jimmy looked around. Could this be a joke? Was the high school bully coming out to him? Was he admitting that he tortured him because he was attracted to him? Mind blown, Jimmy couldn’t speak as he looked around the apartment.

He could make out framed photos of two men together, in playful, loving poses from where he sat. Rudy was now happy with a partner, but it still didn’t forgive what he did to Jimmy years ago.

Rudy asked sincerely, “Can you forgive me? I didn’t make the best decisions in life, and I’m paying for a lot of bad choices I’ve made. I hope you understand; I was a lost, scared teen, and now I am a remorseful, apologetic adult.”

Jimmy stood up. “I’ll be honest. I’m not sure why I’m here and what you want from me.
what you did was truly fucked up and hurtful.”

“I know that I was a terrible kid. I think fate took you to my door so you’d know that you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Maybe it’s so you’d understand that the cruelty wasn’t because of who you were; it was because I hated who I was.”

Rudy looked genuinely remorseful. It was clear that he was a lost teen then, and, in an odd, crazy way, Jimmy felt flattered and relieved that all that terribleness in school was because some misguided, lost boy had a crush on him.

Time to be the bigger man. Jimmy stepped up and extended his hand. “I accept your explanation and apology.”

Rudy’s eyes softened. “Thank you. I hope you’re happy. You deserve to me. You look amazing, by the way.”

“Thank you. I appreciate this talk. It means a great deal to me. Now I’m sorry to rush out. I’ve got a car outside waiting for me.”

The two men said their goodbyes, and Jimmy headed back to the car.

The world is a crazy place. That was nuts!

Jimmy couldn’t wrap his mind around what had happened, but oddly enough, he felt much better about himself.

“Let’s get you a drink,” the soft-spoken female driver said. “I know of just the place.”

“A drink sounds nice right now,” Jimmy conceded, distracted by the thoughts being replayed in his head.

The car appeared instantly in front of a beautiful bar with a line going around the block.

“Here? Are you taking me to THIS bar? I’ve always wanted to check this place out, but I could never get in. Surely, with that line, it will take hours before getting a drink.”

The driver smiled, “Just go up to the front door. The bouncer will let you in.”

You’re joking.

Do I look like I’m kidding? She chuckled knowingly.

Jimmy meekly headed to the front of the line. All eyes scrutinized him as he walked by. Confident that he’d be turned away.

The bouncer’s phone chimed as he approached. He looked down and read the message. His hand instinctively grasped the red velvet divider and opened it for Jimmy to enter.

“Have a good time!” He nodded, then stepped aside for him. Confusing Jimmy even more.

“Thanks, I will,” Jimmy looked back to acknowledge his driver, but the car was conspicuously absent.

Less than two minutes before arriving at the bar, a drink appeared before him. “I didn’t order this.” He explained to the shirtless bartender who looked like he just stepped off the stage from a Magic Mike show. “It’s from the gentleman in the red shirt,” the server stated. Jimmy looked down the bar to see who generously bought him a drink.

A brilliant smile that accented his twinkling eyes and ruggedly handsome face was just the sight Jimmy hoped to see. “ANTON!” he excitedly called out.

“You’re looking great. Love the clothes and the confident smile.” Anton couldn’t be more complimentary. “So great to see you here. I hope you’re celebrating a promotion. You certainly deserve it!” he asked, always the cheerleader.

“As long as Nicholas works at the firm and takes credit for my ideas, they’ll be no promotion.” Jimmy somberly replied, excited to see his friend and crush.

Anton’s eyes continued to dart up and down, impressed with the new Jimmy, “I’m guessing you’re looking so fine because you’re here to meet someone, perhaps a date?”

As evident as it was, Jimmy couldn’t fathom that Anton was flirty with him. He laughed, quickly dismissing the compliment.

“Nope. Just popped in for a quick drink on the way home.”

Anton wasn’t sure what to say. It was an awkward exchange between two smitten men, “Well, I don’t want to keep you. I’ll see you on Monday. I’ve got an appointment with Nicholas to go through your inventory and re-stock your supplies. I’ll say ‘hello’ when I get there.” Anton smiled as he slipped into the crowd of eligible bachelors and disappeared.

That was awkward. I guess he was just being nice and had plans with someone else.
He quickly found comfort in the idea that Anton was out of his league anyway. Jimmy knew he was just kidding himself thinking such a sweet, sexy man was even a possibility for him as a boyfriend.

Jimmy raised his phone to call an Uber. Without the need to press a button, the app indicated that a car had arrived and was out front, ready and waiting for him.

Without questioning it further, Jimmy entered the car and went home. It was a long and crazy day, and he was grateful that tomorrow he’d be at work; a familiar place.

Too many surprises today. Best to get back to the usual grind.

Jimmy slept like a baby that night, but the morning proved quite different.

A friendly and now familiar female voice woke him up when his phone politely but firmly instructed. “Time to get up. It’s a half-hour earlier than usual, but I’ve got something special in store for you.”

Was this app serious? Was it taking over his life? For a minute, he thought yesterday was all a dream. Before he could ask any more questions, the voice said, “Oh, and I’ve turned on your coffee maker for you – Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Valentine’s Day? Who knew? Who cares? It’s just another day for me.

Jimmy’s TV flickered on. Instantly, a yoga video appeared on the screen, giving him quite a scare.

Hmmm, I’ve always wanted to try yoga. Why not?

Jimmy gave the lesson his best effort and was surprised at how much he enjoyed it.

Soon after, he was showered and dressed in the clothes delivered the day before. He wasn’t one for being boastful, but he was quite pleased with the image of himself in the mirror.

When Jimmy arrived at work, his co-workers greeted him with hearty pats on the backs, smiles, and congratulatory handshakes.

Did I miss something? What’s happening?

Anton looking as spectacular as ever, was already there. He hurried out of the commissary and handed Jimmy a hot cup of coffee. “Looks like Karma finally caught up with Nicholas. Somehow the big boss realized that all your designs and work were yours and not his.”

REALLY? Who? How?

Jimmy was baffled. Anton explained, “No one’s sure what the story is. Something showed up in the boss’s email this morning.”

Jimmy quickly took to his cubical and fired up his computer to see if he could get any more information on what had transpired. He sipped his coffee and wondered what was next for him today. No sooner did the thought cross his mind, a dozen flowers arrived at his desk.

Who are these from? Jimmy was astonished. His phone lit up with a message and the familiar female voice saying, “These are not FOR you, they’re FROM you. You’ll understand why shortly”.

Weird. Weird. Weird. This program is nuts. It’s way too much trouble! I’ll delete it later.

A voice from his phone intercom surprised him as it inquired, “Jimmy, would you please come upstairs for a quick meeting?” Jimmy knew exactly who it was. It was the big boss’s secretary. Why was he being summoned was a mystery?

He took another gulp of coffee and headed upstairs.

“Go right in, My Popensmitz,” the older, impeccably dressed secretary politely said. “He’s expecting you.”

The boss’s office was grand—dark mahogany walls, a heavy tapestry, with lush, heavy oak furniture. Jimmy had been with the company for ten years now and had not ever been in this office, let alone speak with the boss one-on-one.

“Sit, make yourself comfortable,” the CEO of the company insisted, as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “I’m guessing you’ve heard by now that Nicholas has been let go. I’m sorry that this firm had not recognized all your terrific work for so long.”

“Nicholas was my supervisor. My job was to report to him, and that’s what I did. The credit wasn’t important. What was important was that my team was efficient, and our work benefited the company,” Jimmy explained modestly.

The stately, older man laughed heartily. “That’s exactly the kind of employee I appreciate. However, Nicholas should have shared the credit. A good boss supports his employees, not promotes himself because of them. It’s for that reason; he’s been terminated. I’m promoting you to his job. His office is yours effective immediately. I have every confidence that you’ll excel in this position.”

Thank you, sir. I won’t fail you.” Jimmy promptly replied with newfound confidence. The boss’s appreciative grin told Jimmy everything he now needed to know.

Back at his cubicle, he gathered his few possessions. A notification from his phone simply stated, “Congratulations. Now, Go get, ‘em tiger.”

Jimmy took his belongings and moved into Nicholas’s old office across the hall.

This is nice. I can’t say that having your own private office isn’t going to be awesome. Jimmy sat down at the desk and leaned back.

Yup. A guy could get used to this!

Anton appeared at the door and knocked softly. “Hi, congratulations! I just heard it was official. I guess that from now on, you’ll be my contact here, and we’ll be going over the inventory together.”

“Yeah, seems so.” Jimmy smiled, excited to be with Anton.

“Before we get to business, I’d like to attend to a personal matter. I have a question, and it may not be the most professional thing to ask you here at work, but to hell with it…”

Jimmy looked down and saw the flowers. He instantly understood the cryptic message that accompanied them when they arrived.

“… Would you be my Valentine?”

Anton’s face again lit up as he reached into his pocket and produced a small, red envelope. “I was just about to ask you the same question.” Anton bashfully handed Jimmy a small red card.

Jimmy was thrilled as he took the card from Anton and read it. “For years, I’ve wanted to ask you out, but I was afraid you’d say no. Today I’m taking a chance; you’ll say yes.”

Anton was delighted with the flowers he had just received and spotted a card in the beautiful bouquet. Before Jimmy could explain that the flowers mysteriously arrived from an unknown place, Anton read the card and gave him a sweet, brilliant grin. And said, “You’re a lovely man. Of course, I’ll be your Valentine.”

Jimmy could see the card he had just given Anton, which came with the flowers. It read, “Cupid had struck my heart and delivered these flowers from me to you.”

Jimmy walked over to the office door and closed it. The office was now private and dark with a quick twist of the blinds. He slowly and confidently walked over to Anton and took him in his arms, and kissed him tenderly, deeply.

The world disappeared around them as they pressed their powerful bodies against each other. The two men had so desperately desired the other for so long, and now, they finally were able to be with each other. They could feel the other’s heartbeat as they pressed together, the sensation of their warm breath, and the taste of their sweet lips as they touched. They took their time to enjoy the caring and strong embrace. A deep gaze into each other’s eyes signaled that it may be best to wait until later to go further. After all, they were at work.

Jimmy asked if Anton could join him for dinner that evening at his favorite restaurant. Anton eagerly accepted.

Again, Jimmy’s phone lit up. This time for the last time.

It simply stated, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Love, eCUPID”

With that, the app mysteriously disappeared. It had done its job and fulfilled its promise. Soon, it would appear on someone else’s phone and help them find their special someone.

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School of Rock

A knock on his bedroom door woke Tyler; he sat upright in his bed, leaning against the bedrest of his worn bed frame. A pretty brunette woman in her late thirties walked into the room with freshly folded clothes in a basket.

“Ty, you up? Don’t be late. It’s the first day of electrician school! And don’t take too long getting dressed,” his mom sweetly cited.

It was no wonder where Tyler got his good looks from. His parents would have been the “power couple” if they were still in high school. But now, as adults, they’ve settled down into just attractive, practical, and honest people.

“I’ll be ready, mom,” he said as he dashed into the tiny bathroom attached to his room and slipped out of his boxers, readying himself to jump in the shower.

Like his mom, he was a brunette with thick, dark hair. He had skin that was neither too pale nor even tanned. He had a youthful, handsome face, with a tall bridge of the nose and sharp jawlines, pearly white teeth, and piercing green eyes. When he walked by, he knew that he had heads turning in school—males and females seemed to notice him. He was a member of the swimming club in high school and one of the best on the team. It did him good because he could keep his body trim and fit. Still, no one was brave enough to ask him out on a date yet, and no one was really of interest to him, so he remained single and inexperienced.

Tyler was quick to oblige his mother’s wishes, so he quickly finished his shower and dashed out of the house after helping himself to a hardboiled egg and slice of toast.

***

Walking the streets of Whitefish, Montana, Taylor wondered if being an electrician like his dad could genuinely make him happy in life. He respected tradesmen like his father and knew it would provide him with a good and stable future, but he wasn’t sure if that would be enough for him.

Taylor had just one thing he loved to do most in life, and it was music. He loved singing and even playing the piano, but what he wanted to do the most in life was to play the guitar. If given a chance, Taylor would drop everything to be a guitarist in a band and spend his life touring with an awesome rock band. However, unlike the other musical aspects he was skilled in, his parents forbid him from learning the guitar since they felt it was a crude instrument for playing classical and beautiful music.

Whenever his mother felt that she needed to justify their decision of keeping him away from rock and roll, she’d say, “With a piano, you can write real music and perform exquisitely, not like those skinny, long-haired musicians who need entire rock bands to make noise and get into trouble with the police.” His dad was quick always to agree and add, “Learn a craft and how to fix things, and you’ll never go hungry in life.”

Tyler understood their point of view and figured they were right. Still, the guitar was his instrument of choice, and all he could think about was playing it and having a group of friends to jam with.

“The world will always need electricians,” echoed in Taylor’s head as he made his way through the streets of his small, humble town on the way to trade school to learn his craft.

School continued for months. All was going fine. Taylor enjoyed learning how to install switches, outlets and repair wiring, although he still felt unfulfilled. He knew that writing songs and creating music was his calling, and it saddened him that he needed to pursue another career to survive.

One day, on his way home, things changed for him. He passed a modest tavern that boasted a local in-house rock band on the marquee when he took an alternative route home.

He could hear in the distance the sound of wailing rock music. It drew him to it like a moth to a flame.

What were these incredible sounds? Who in this town knows how to jam like this? Could it be someone just blasting the radio, or is that music coming from that tiny bar?

From that point on, each afternoon on his way home from classes, Taylor took the longer route past the tavern. He would arrive at the bar, stand by the window, and listen to the band rehearse for that night’s gig. Their riffs were solid, and the lead guitarist was masterful. At first, he could only stand by the open window and listen. But one day, the back door was left open.

Dare I look in? What do they look like? Maybe I could catch a glimpse of who is creating those insane tracks?

Taylor cautiously stuck his head into the dark back area, where he could smell the pungent aroma of stale beer. From the vantage point of the back door, he could see the small stage lined with wires, chords, amplifiers, and lights. This modest tavern looked like a magical and forbidden place, not having been in a bar before.

“Let’s fire up the lights. I want to try something new with the spot,” a deep voice called out. Seconds later, a metallic thump engaged a heavy switch. The stage lit up, and the lights revealed four men in their early twenties who could only be described as breathtaking. The glow of the bright amber lights made these men seem almost magical. Each of the men was uniquely sexy in their own ways, but the lead guitarist was too hot for words. Taylor couldn’t look away from this tall, lean rock god. His name was Gavin, and he had an almost boyish appearance that sported a scruffy handsome face. From the T-shirt he wore, Taylor could see his well-defined muscles and his biceps rippled with every movement he made.

He stood there in the shadows for hours, mesmerized at the sights and sounds that they created. Taylor knew that this was what he was meant to do with his life.

The next day, Taylor rushed to the bar after classes. As fortune would have it, he found the door opened every day after that. Was there a janitor who opened the door to air out the stuffy bar, or was someone intentionally leaving it ajar knowing that Taylor would be stopping by? No matter. This was his sanctuary, and listening to this band was the only place he wanted to be.

***

One day as he daydreamed about the band on his way to school, he absentmindedly stepped and tripped on the pavement. As he stumbled, he grabbed onto a telephone pole close next to him to steady himself and prevent himself from hitting the pavement.

Now propped up against the pole, he saw something that not only caught his attention but captivated his imagination. It was a flier that advertised guitar lessons. The notice was prominent, bold, and taped front and center to his face.

It read;

“Want to play guitar? Take lessons NOW.

No excuses!

$90 a month. “Call Gavin” next to a local phone number.

Gavin? Could it be the lead guitarist from the group he’s been watching for the last few weeks?

Although he’s never been close enough to any of the band to know who was who, he certainly knew what their names were just by listening to them talk amongst themselves.

Taylor realized that he had to take these lessons despite what his parents would say to him. Somehow, he needed to secretly raise enough money to enroll in these guitar lessons, especially if one of the sexy musicians from the bar was teaching them!

The cost of the lesson was cheaper than he expected it to be. Still, he was not able to afford it. If he was going to live his dream as a guitarist, he needed to get a job to pay to learn. As fortune would have it, he overheard his parents talking about how their local pharmacist needed a part-time delivery person and paid $5 per delivery.

***

That day, Taylor applied and accepted a delivery job at HANDER pharmacy. He was grateful for the employment and eager to earn enough for lessons with Gavin. Between his modest salary and tips, he raised a little over $100 within a few weeks.

Money in hand, he excitedly rang the number on the flier.

On the fourth ring, a rich baritone voice came through his phone speakers, “Gavin Mondo speaking,”

The tone of the voice was exactly like the lead guitarist he saw performing at the bar— it must be the same Gavin, he thought. Taylor could feel his heart race. Nervously he continued, attempting to be as cool as possible.

“I called regarding an ad about a guitar teacher ….”

“Yeah…”

“I want to take guitar lessons. When would be a good time to start?”

“You tell me, I am ready when you are. I’m good almost any morning… that is after 11 AM.”

Taylor rushed to get the words out of his mouth, “Awesome. I’ll be by your place at 11 AM. Just tell me your address, and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

The voice was surprised but kind, “Uh, sure. Great.”

***

The following day, Tyler arrived at the address given to him for lessons. He was excited to start his secret session with the artist he had admired for months. Adrenaline coursed through his body, giving him a rush. He was grateful that he wasn’t exhausted this morning since he didn’t sleep much the night before due to his excitement.

Peering in the window at the address, Taylor was amused by the modest apartment’s black painted walls and dark light-blocking draperies.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think a vampire lived here. Such is the life of a musician, I guess.

His heart raced as Gavin opened the door and motioned him to enter. This tall, lean stud wore black tattered jeans ripped at the knees and a torn Mötley Crëw T-shirt that had the sleeves cut off.

It seemed that not everything in his “skinny jeans” was thin. In fact, the length and size of what tucked beside his fly seemed almost intimidating.

“Hi, I’m Gavin; you must be the guy from the phone; I didn’t get your name then,” he confessed, stretching out his long, toned arms to a handshake. Taylor nervously introduced himself, “I’m Taylor.”

There was after a moment of awkward silence between the two men as Taylor stole a look at the sexy rocker in front of him. Although roughly the same age, these two young men couldn’t appear more different. Gavin looked ridiculously hot with his long, dark, beautiful hair and tatts up the arm. The clean, sharp ink the ran up his sleeve made out the shapes of a pentagram, an eagle, a cross, and a compass just below the elbow.

Gavin sized up Taylor as well. The young fellow standing in front of him in chinos and a white button-down shirt seemed too clean-cut and almost impossibly proper to want to take lessons from someone him.

Was this young man here to take lessons or sell me an encyclopedia? Gavin chuckled to himself.

At long last. Gavin stated, “Dude, welcome. Let’s get you started with those lessons. Are you nervous, excited, or both? Both are good. Because it’s going to be a lot of work, but you’ll love it, I promise.”

Taylor followed Gavin into the dimly lit but smartly decorated apartment.

This guy has a surprising, cool, unique, and original style.

Taylor was surprised at how clean and trendy everything was. He felt guilty that he expected to be walking into a dirty, unkempt flat rather than a stylish studio.

“Do you have your guitar with you?” Gavin inquired, curious about how someone could arrive for a lesson without an instrument in their possession.

“Oh, no. No, no, no, I don’t,” Taylor replied self-consciously.

Too many “Noes,” man! Gavin thought. He was confused at what was going on with this proper young man.

“Well, what to do?” Gavin replied, strolling into his kitchen, where he grabbed two water bottles from his fridge.

“I don’t own a guitar, but I was hoping I could borrow one?” Taylor replied.

“Borrow one?” Gavin asked; he was still in his kitchen.

“Yeah, till I get enough money to afford one?”

“Hmmm, well, okay then. I’ve got an old guitar around here somewhere; I call her ‘Chainsaw,’ and she’s not been tuned in a while. Look, I can loan her to you, but I’ll cost you more, and you won’t be able to take her home.” Gavin did his best to accommodate this young man who was ill-prepared to be taking lessons from him. “You’re welcome to come here and practice whenever you’d like,” Gavin explained, walking out of his kitchen.

“Wow. How cool are you? How much to rent it?” Taylor asked, hoping that he could come up with the additional money for this endeavor.

“$20 a month”.

“Twenty dollars?” Taylor asked again, hoping the price would go down.

“I can’t just let you use it for free, now, could I?” He replied, holding a bottle of water in Taylor’s direction.

“Of course not. I’ll find the money to rent it. Trust me. Can I see the guitar?” He asked excitedly. Eager to hold the precious item. “Sure, let me get it for you.” Gavin curiously watched Taylor’s every move. He had never seen someone with such passion eager to play before. That is, other than himself.

Gavin darted into what seemed to be his bedroom and resurfaced a minute later with a black DeArmond M-65C.

“I haven’t used it in a while too. She’s my first guitar –The one I learned on. She’s got a special place in my heart. So be gentle.” He chuckled as he continued, “You never forget your first. Right?”

Taylor wholeheartedly agreed although he wasn’t sure what he was talking about.

Gavin continued, “There’s an amp behind that chair; let’s plug it in there. We’ll take her out for a spin after I tune her for you.”

Gavin adjusted the strings and wiped down the body and neck. “Good as new. She’s a beauty alright. I’d be lying if I didn’t say she brings back lots of wonderful memories.” Gavin looked melancholy as he carefully handed over the guitar. Taylor took the guitar and placed it on his lap, slinging the strap over his shoulder. A smile crossed Taylor’s face as he looked at Gavin with an expression of pure joy and excitement.

Gavin couldn’t help but find Taylor’s enthusiasm infectious as he pulled his chair close to him and sat between his open legs. “Here, let me take your hand and show you how to hold the neck. I’ll then give you the finger placement for a few chords.”

Taylor’s breath grew short; having this sexy musician straddled between his legs was driving him crazy. He wasn’t sure what excited him more, the gorgeous guitar on his lap or the hot bad-boy rocker seated inches away from him.

Taylor’s eyes became fixated on Gavin’s biceps that were surprisingly ripped for his lean frame; they had a distinct round, a tight shape that glistened, even in the faint light of his apartment. As Gavin wailed on the strings of his own guitar, almost brutally, savagely, he commanded the instrument as if it were a beast to be tamed. Taylor’s breath became thin at the thought of Gavin controlling him like he did his guitar.

The two men strummed and practiced finger placement for a bit. Finally, Gavin casually instructed, “Keep at it, just get comfortable holding the instrument and strumming. The chords and changes will come to you soon.” Taylor happily focused his attention on the guitar as Gavin got up from his chair to give him some space to practice.

“Stay here for as long as you want; tomorrow, we’ll officially start your lessons. I’ll introduce you to scales. Don’t forget to close the door on the way out. I’ve got to meet the band now.” He grabbed his instrument and headed out with a wink.

“Thank you!” Taylor called after him, not being able to stop himself from checking out Gavin’s spectacular ass as he slipped out the door.

***

Each day, faithfully, Taylor would leave school and head to Gavin’s, where he’d spend hours reviewing the skills Gavin taught him the week prior and practicing the songs the band played in the bar. Taylor was obsessed with playing and loving spending time at Gavin’s –even if Gavin left him to practice as he went on with his day.

It was on a hot Monday. He had just arrived at Gavin’s apartment when he got a call from the pharmacy. It had been almost a year since he had started doing deliveries there and begun his lessons.

The guitar case was open, and he had not yet finished tuning the guitar. His cell rang with caller ID notifying him it was work calling.

“Hello, what’s up? Is everything okay? Is there an emergency delivery you need me for?”

The pharmacist solemnly answered, “No, I don’t need you to come in. I just wanted to let you know as soon as possible that the drug store will be closing, and we won’t be requiring your services any longer.”

“What? How come?” Taylor was panicked at the thought that his income was about to disappear.

“Mail-order, son! Everything’s being sent to people by mail. I’m retiring. No need for a local drugstore with the big chains moving in,” his boss replied resignedly.

“What will I do for money? How am I supposed to pay for lessons?” Taylor felt like crying; his chance to continue to learn the guitar was slipping away from him.

“I understand, but there’s nothing I can do. What’s done is done. You’ll need to stop by before Wednesday for your last paycheck. Soon we’ll be locking the doors for good… Sorry, Kid.” The pharmacist hung up before he could get a chance to speak.

Taylor knew he had to explain the situation to Gavin, although he assumed he knew what was going on based on his proximity to him while on the call. A usual enthusiastic smile turned into a somber expression as he readied himself to break the bad news.

Gavin smiled before he could get a word out. “Dude. Don’t bother. We’ll talk later about it. Let’s just jam now; we’ll worry when we need to, now’s not the time to be bummed. Now’s the time to rock.” Gavin made no efforts to continue the discussion as he busied himself by plugging his guitar into the amp, unphased by the bad news.

“Alright, if you say so,” Taylor replied, unsure of why he didn’t want to discuss the matter, but he followed Gavin’s instructions and prepared himself to jam.

The two men jammed, playing their favorite songs on their guitars together for hours; From Iron Maiden to AC/DC; they had “Highway to Hell” on repeat until Taylor’s mom texted him to come home for dinner.

“Shit. Lost track of time. I gotta split. My folks are waiting for me to eat dinner.

Taylor took the guitar strap off his shoulder and carefully placed the guitar in its case. He lifted it and handed it to Gavin with a broken expression on his face. “Here you go.” Taylor apologized as he continued with the conversation he dreaded having. “I doubt I’ll be back for a while for any more lessons. I appreciate you loaning me your guitar for all these months. She’s a beauty. I could see why you love it so much.”

Tyler fought the urge to become emotional about not spending time with Gavin.

Hard as he fought it, his eyes swelled with tears. Gavin pretended not to notice as he casually asked, “Bro, what are you doing with that guitar? Why are you handing it to me? – She’s yours now.”

“Mine? What are you talking about? Didn’t you hear, I can’t take lessons anymore. I lost my job.” Taylor was confused.

Gavin was super chill as he explained, “Bro, yeah, last year you started paying me to rent it. I would have let you borrow it for free. I just wanted to see if you were serious about playing. It turns out you were as serious as a heart attack and just as intense. I figure that by now, you’ve given me enough money to have paid for it in full.” Gavin smiled as he spoke, amused at the confused look on Taylor’s face.

Taylor beamed, cautious about getting too excited; could it be that this guitar was now his!?

Gavin’s face told him everything he needed to know. It was clear that “Chainsaw” was now his guitar.

“Thank you, I appreciate it. I’ll take care of it forever. It’s got a good home. I promise”.

“I know it does. I hope you have many years shredding on it as I did.” Gavin replied with an emotional grin.

Taylor still needed to address his goodbye to Gavin. “Guess we’ll have to wait till I get another job before I see you again… I can take lessons.”

Gavin didn’t lookup. Instead, he rummaged through a few papers on the coffee table in front of him.

“If you think I’m going to go through all that trouble to remember to prop open the bar door so you could sneak in to see me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Taylor was shocked, and a bit embarrassed that he was found out, although he thought it sweet that Gavin enjoyed having him as a not-so-secret audience.

Gavin continued. “As far as lessons… The truth is, you don’t need ’em anymore. You’re quite good. All you need to do is to play. You’ll get great just by ripping through songs with us. You already got the basics all down pat as well as all of our songs.”

Taylor was confused. He had to ask, “So, no more lessons? Even if I could pay you?”

Gavin looked at him intently, with a straight forward honest reply. “No more lessons- even if you could afford to pay me. Two reasons: You don’t need them, and two because I never date my students. Band members, on the other hand, are a different story.

Taylor wasn’t sure that he heard correctly; he stood motionless—confused about what he had just heard.

Gavin laughed and continued, “Dude, don’t make this tougher than it is for me. I’m asking you out on a proper date and to join the band. Don’t leave a guy hanging,” Gavin asked in an almost bashful tone.

Taylor couldn’t believe his ears, which he was more excited about joining a band or going out Gavin.

“Yes! I want to join the band, and HELL YEAH, I’d love to go out with you. Are you kidding me?” Taylor couldn’t answer fast enough; he was practically jumping up and down as he spoke.

Gavin chuckled. “Good, your first gig with us will be Saturday. Now the important question: What’s your Friday like? Want to plan something at six? Chinese food?” He asked sweetly.

Taylor didn’t answer immediately, not because he wasn’t sure if he was available on Friday, but because he couldn’t imagine that this sexy rock-star could be asking him out? Who knew he was even interested in guys?

Gavin wasted no time in offering up another time to go out, “If Friday’s no good, another day is fine.”

Taylor shot back quickly, “Oh, no, Friday’s great, I’d love it! For the last year, I’ve sat here across from you, thinking of you, imagining what it would feel like to kiss you. I just don’t know that I want to wait till Friday to feel your lips on mine.”

Gavin didn’t need to ask twice as he lifted the guitar strap off his shoulder and his instrument on the nearby rack.

He drew Taylor in by the waist, their eyes closing as he kissed him softly, his lips applying the right amount of pressure as he cupped his hand on his face, stroking his long, dark hair, moaning as they kissed.

Taylor seized the opportunity, he had finally gotten his hands on Gavin’s biceps, and he caressed them softly, tracing the fine lines that separated each protruding muscle.

Gavin playfully pushed Taylor against the wall as if he wanted to get more leverage so that he may kiss him deeper. Taylor had never kissed a man before, and the stubble of Gavin’s face made his sweet lips feel even hotter. Dare he place his hand on his chest? He was excited to feel what a man’s body would feel like to the touch. Gavin’s firm pecs under his tee-shirt were impressively tight and muscular. Taylor couldn’t restrain himself as he ran his hand down from his chest over his stomach, feeling his rippling abs, one by one, run over the back of his hand. Taylor could easily count them as they individually were defined under the shirt.

God, I don’t want to stop at these chiseled abs. I’ve got to know what’s in store for me further down. Taylor ached to slip his hand beneath the waistband of Gavin’s jeans.

Then, Taylor’s mother texted him again, requesting him to return home for dinner.

Taylor relented, and the two men broke off from their kiss. Both were craving to go further but aware that it may be best to wait until a proper date before progressing further.

“Friday then?” Gavin asked as he panted, light-headed from excitement.

“Friday,” Taylor smiled as he attempted to regain his composure.

He quickly planted a sweet kiss on Gavin before heading out.

“Looking forward to it!” he called out as he made haste to get home.

Walking home, thoughts of playing with the band full-time filled his mind, as did ideas for several songs. It’s like he floated home that day. Taylor was excited to start a new career, with a fantastic new boyfriend by his side.

Little did he know that a scout from a major record label would be at the bar on Saturday, and soon the band would sign a multi-album deal and release several tracks that would chart at number 1.

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Hunky Santa

Dax loved Christmas. It was his favorite holiday. As soon as Thanksgiving was over, his tree went up, and the stockings were hung by the fireplace with care. As studly and imposing as he was at an impressive 6’2” inches with bulging biceps and square chiseled pecs, he turned into an enthusiastic little boy as soon as Christmas music started on the radio and holiday movies came on the TV.

He worked on Wall Street as a junior trader. Dax was as successful as he was intelligent and attractive. Boasting a full head of dark thick hair, deep chestnut-colored eyes that matched his rich olive skin, he was the talk of the water cooler, and every woman in the office wished they were his. He, however, was a confirmed bachelor who desired nothing more than to have a simple life and a sweet, caring boyfriend to love.

The holiday season meant Christmas vacation and time off. Every year, Dax was eager to get out of the hustle and bustle of the city and far away from the rat race that was his job. He enjoyed the city and the excitement of trading, but unlike most people he worked with on the stock market floor, he wasn’t driven by power and money. His pleasures were modest and simple.

Family meant everything to him. His parents lived in the mountains of Ohio in a small town called Jasper Hill. Every year Dax looked forward to flying from New York to the modest home in the mountains where they lived. His yearly trip home meant being with the people he loved most and enjoying some much-needed family time.

Dax was thrilled to be able to get a whole week off to see his family. He’d fly out of JFK on the 23rd of December and get to spend several glorious days drinking eggnog and caroling.

While he waited for the limo to pick him up, a notification on his phone warned him that his flight might be canceled.

Oh, no. Why? What’s going on? Dax panicked at the prospect of being stuck in the city for the holiday. The news reported that a significant winter storm had blown in and caused the small mountain airport to be closed indefinitely. It was clear that no one would be flying to Ohio tonight.

“DAMN IT!” Dax canceled the car taking him to the airport and placed his luggage by the front door. He took off his coat and settled back in for the evening. He was very disappointed with the prospect of losing a day with his family, but Dax attempted to keep a positive outlook on when the next flight out would be.

The day passed, and it was now Christmas Eve. Surely the airport in Ohio would be opened now, and the flights would have resumed! Oddly enough, there were no notifications on his phone that his flight was rescheduled. Feverishly Dax searched for information about the storm and his flight. After hours of waiting on hold, it became evident that there would be no flights out of New York to Rickenbacker airport until possibly tomorrow.

No Christmas with the family! When, if ever, would he get there? Dax’s heart sank at the thought of spending Christmas alone in his small apartment.

Dax knew he needed to break the bad news to his folks. He “FaceTimed” with his family and explained the situation. The festive and confused look from his parents only made him miss his family more. Fighting the urge to show how upset he was, he explained to them that there was no way he could make it home for Christmas Eve because of the storm. “I’ll be home soon, mom. I promise! Don’t worry. I’m not missing Christmas; it just may be delayed a bit.” Mom dabbed dry her eyes. “I know you’ll be here as quickly as you could, son. I’ll have your favorite Holiday roast ready for when you arrive.”

Everyone hung up with a teary goodbye. Dax sat looking at his Christmas tree with the sparkling lights flickering. Best to be grateful for all the things I have – My health, friends, and other blessings today. Soon enough, I’ll be able to see my parents, sister, and my nieces, nephews. Let’s not concentrate on the negative. This is only a minor setback.

A big tree, stockings, family photos, and assorted holiday decorations adorned his quaint abode. Dax was grateful that he did his best to make his modest apartment feel like a winter wonderland this year, especially since he’d be spending Christmas eve by himself.

The weather in the city was blistering cold, and even though his apartment was warm, he cozied under a blanket to watch his favorite holiday films.

Dax didn’t know how exhausted he was from the busy week. Without planning it, he fell asleep on the couch unexpectedly early.

A little later, a rumbling in his stomach reminded him that he had missed dinner and was suddenly starving. The clock on the wall indicated that it was about 11 P.M. Since Dax didn’t plan on being home for the holidays, his refrigerator was empty, and his cupboard was bare.

Dax hated the thought of leaving the toasty comfort of his blanket to get to the store, but there was no denying he was hungry and needed to shop for a few items to get him through the night and possibly the next few days. Reluctantly, he slipped on a pair of jeans, a silly holiday sweater that was a gift from his sister the year prior, and prepared himself for a quick run to the store on the corner.

Snow had blanketed the streets. It was bitter cold, but people scurried about the city, eager to finish their shopping or get home to their families even in the harsh weather. Fortunately for Dax, the market he shopped at was only a half-block away. He briskly walked down the sidewalk in hopes of getting to warmth again quickly.

Arriving in the warm store felt terrific since he was chilled to the bones by just walking a few short feet. Dax made a bee-line up the salad bar. He knew he was too hungry to cook himself an entire meal. The corner market prided itself on having the best and freshest salad bar in the city, and they were right. Everything there was delicious.

A man was standing on the opposite side of the salad bar. He was wearing black boots surrounded by fur and red fleece pants. He wore a heavy jacket, and upon his head was a red stocking cap. As Dax approached the food, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. He was tickled at the sight of Santa having a salad since Santa Claus wasn’t traditionally known for being health-conscious and mindful of his weight.

Upon closer inspection of Saint Nick, Dax could see that unlike the other Santa’s he’d seen before, this Santa was tall, lean, and fit, certainly not like the other Kris Kringle’s at the department store. Rather than the jolly senior citizen he had expected, stood a dark-haired, blue-eyed stud with a killer smile and rock-hard body. Santa’s jacket was open to reveal his shirtless, muscular torso. WOW. This isn’t Santa at all! Perhaps his son? Dax chuckled to himself – Suddenly, he wasn’t hungry for the salad anymore. I’ll help myself to a second eyeful of this stud. He thought.

“Sorry, am I in your way? Let me make some room for you.” The young Santa smiled as he handed him a plastic tray to fill with salad as he stepped aside, making room for him to join him at the bar. Dax’s face had given him away. There was no denying he was hungry for this sexy Santa.

“Hi. My name is Chris.” He laughed at the silliness of having the same first name as Santa. He continued in an adorably bashful way, “But my last name isn’t Kringle. I was just helping my buddy down at the bar by being a ‘hunky’ Santa for them.” He chuckled at the slightly embarrassing situation.

Dax answered without thinking. “Well, I’m sure all the girls at the bar wanted to sit on your lap!” Chris laughed, “Sadly, no one was there. Just me and my buddy who was tending the bar. It seems that everyone had someplace to be tonight except me – and him, and he’s still working.”

Dax knew the feeling. “Yup. Me too. Nowhere to go tonight. I got snowed in. The airport in Ohio is closed indefinitely. It doesn’t look like I’ll be able to see my family for a few days now.”

Chris smiled warmly, “I’m sure you’ll get to spend some time with your family soon. Don’t let a day or two delay get you down.”

Dax was taken by this man’s sweet smile and kind eyes. Without thinking, he asked, “Why aren’t you with your family tonight?”
Chris mustered a sweet grin as he softy replied, “It’s just me –not everyone has a family.” Dax quickly readied himself for an apology, but Chris instantly insisted, “No need for saying you’re sorry for something you didn’t do. It’s fine. Really.”

Dax fought the urge to say anything else. He decided to move on with the conversation with a smile, “Why the midnight meal dress like Santa?” Chris smiled, “As I mentioned, I was helping a buddy at the bar earlier, but now, I’m going to get fully dressed as the real Santa and hand out gifts at the nearby orphanage.”

Dax was touched by this sweet man who was doing all these good deeds on Christmas Eve. “That sounds awesome. It must be gratifying to see young people’s faces light up as they get gifts from you.” Chris suddenly got emotional as it was evident that he was fighting the swelling of a tear in his eye. “It’s what Christmas means to me.”

Dax smiled in appreciation. He was envious of what Chris was doing and what joy it brought him.

“I could always use another elf. With that sweater, you’re dressed perfectly to be a helper.” Chris gave an inviting grin as he continued. “It’ll only take an hour. I think you’d enjoy the experience.”

Dax finished gathering his salad in the plastic tray as he thought more about it. It was true; he didn’t have anywhere to go this evening. Helping out people less fortunate seemed like the right thing to do, especially tonight.

Without further hesitation, Dax replied, “Sure, if you’d like, we could eat quickly at my place and head over. I’ll be happy to help.” Chris looked at his watch. “Only if you live close. I’ve got to be there in thirty minutes, and it’s a ten-minute walk.” Dax assured him that he was only up the block and they’d be able to make it.

Chris was thrilled to have a warm apartment to sit down and eat rather than standing in the chilly little store to eat; plus, he needed a comfortable place to get the rest of his costume on.

After gathering the rest of their food, they hurried up to Dax’s apartment. Dax ate as Chris slipped into his full costume. A red jacket with white fur and a pillow covered Chris’s six-pack abs. Dax helped as he and Chris did their best to make the white beard and wig look natural. It wasn’t easy transforming this hunky stud into a jolly older man, but somehow, they pulled it off.

Chris bellowed with a laugh and a hearty “HO – HO – HO.” Dax was sold. Saint Nick, in all his glory, was now present in his apartment. Chris was pleased with his transformation as he smiled a toothy grin and gave a wink with his sparkling brilliant blue eyes.

Dax couldn’t help himself as he admired Chris. “You went from the sexiest Santa I’d ever seen to the hottest zaddy on the north pole!” Chris chuckled in appreciation of the compliment and reminded Dax they needed to head out so they wouldn’t be late.

Dax quickly rushed to the closet to get a warmer jacket for their walk to the nearby orphanage. Inside the front door stood the extra suitcase full of gifts he had packed for his family. Without a second thought, he grabbed the suitcase and told Chris he was ready.

Chris was a bit confused, “Whoa, we’re only going a few blocks away. We’ll be done at midnight. You’re not going to need to take any luggage.”

Dax laughed at the absurdity of him bringing a giant suitcase with them as he explained, “This isn’t clothes; it’s gifts for my nieces and nephews. I’m sure my family would prefer these things go to people who have less than they do.”

Chris couldn’t help but give Dax a bear hug. Rather than the sweet embrace, it was meant to be. The two men giggled at the awkwardness of the moment with Chris’s big belly between them.
“Best go now. This will be a very kind gesture by a charming man,” Chris assured. “I’m sure everyone will be very grateful for your contributions.”

Dax and Chris hurried to get to their appointment. Upon entering the space, thunderous applause and shrieks echoed through the halls of the shelter at the sight of Santa’s arrival. Dax felt like he had joined a rock concert with Santa as the star of the show. Children lit up as Santa hurried to a make-shift throne set in the middle of the room, belting out hearty “HO-HO-HO’s.” Next to the impressively decorated wooden chair lay a large red bag full of gifts for adults and children as each person came up to Santa, eyes sparkling with hope and joy.

Dax couldn’t help but feel grateful for being invited to this wonderful gathering. Although he missed his family, there was nowhere he’d rather be at this moment.

One by one, each of the young adults and children approached Santa. Upon sitting on his lap, they whispered a few sweet thoughts on what they were grateful for this year. Each face glowed with excitement and gratitude after receiving the gift he presented them.

Santa reached in and pulled out the last box, and handed it to a child. The little boy thanked him and scampered away. Oddly enough, there remained numerous children in line waiting for a present. Sadly, Santa’s sizeable red bag was now empty. The remaining few knew what was happening. It was apparent that there were no more presents to give out tonight. The children remained stoic and strong; however, their disappointment was undeniable. Santa quickly bellowed a loud and hearty, “HO, HO, HO, don’t you think that Santa forgot you! This bag may be empty, but my helper here has brought more gifts for everyone!

Santa stood and motioned for Dax to sit on the throne. Dax was shocked and embarrassed to be the center of attention now, but the renewed, shining smiles from the children in line quickly made him feel welcomed. He quickly opened his suitcase, revealing a bounty of colorfully wrapped packages. The children squealed with delight as they hurried to Dax’s lap, grateful for something of their own.

Gift by gift, he handed out to an appreciative child. The line became shorter and shorter, but still, there were a few small children left. Dax quietly grew anxious as the suitcase emptied. He quietly asked for one Christmas wish, “Please, Santa or whoever is up there, please let there be enough presents in this bag for every child here.” Soon the line came to an end as the last child jumped up on Dax’s lap. Her big, sweet eyes looked at Dax with an innocent smile, her pixie brown hair needed to be cut, and her clothes were slightly more worn than they should be. “My name’s Rochelle,” she whispered sweetly; her face conveyed more concern for Dax than for herself. She bashfully leaned in and whispered in his ear, “It’s okay if there are no more gifts for me. It was very nice of you to share what you had with all of us.” Dax could feel tears swelling in his eyes. There was no way he was going to disappoint this little girl on Christmas eve. “Let’s just see if we have one more present for an extraordinary person.” Dax reached down into the suitcase and quietly pleaded that there was something for his hand to grasp. At first, he felt around the corners and could find nothing. His heart sank, but he was determined not to give up.

Suddenly, a large smile formed on his face. It was unlike any he’d ever had before. His fingers could feel a small, square box with a hand-made ribbon on it. He knew exactly what was inside of it, judging from the size. It was something he purchased for his niece –a little gold necklace that ironically said, “I’m special.” This was indeed the perfect gift for this adorable tot, and he knew that it had found its rightful recipient. With a full heart of cheer, the likes he had never felt before, he enthusiastically told the girl, “No one forgot you this Christmas. Here you go. I hope you enjoy it” Dax handed her the box as she smiled in delight and hugged him.” Thank you and Merry Christmas, Mister Elf,” she whispered in his ear. “Merry Christmas to you,” he replied to her.

Santa gave Dax a wink and a joy-filled smile. He assured him it was time to go. Dax agreed, and the two men made a hasty retreat so that everyone could enjoy their gifts and time together.

Once outside, Chris removed his Santa beard and white wig. “Fun, huh?”

Dax was almost too choked up to reply, “Honestly. That was wonderful. Thank you for inviting me to join you.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now you could see why I look forward to doing this every year,” Chris answered.

The two men walked down the street, coyly glancing at the other and shyly looking away—neither of them wanting this evening to end. Dax was full of cheer and adrenaline, “I know it’s late, but if you’re up for a cup of spiked eggnog, I’ve got some back at my place. I’d love it if you came up for a bit.”

Chris nodded as he replied, “that sounds wonderful.”

Minutes later, the two men were back in Dax’s apartment. Dax was in the kitchen warming up the holiday cocktails as Chris slipped out of his Santa suit. From the other room, Dax called out. “The radiator in the apartments broken. I know it’s warm; feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

When Dax returned with the warm mugs, he was pleasantly surprised to see that Chris had done just that. He had removed the oversized Santa shirt and boots and sat comfortably on the couch wearing only his red fleece Santa pants.

Dax couldn’t help but think to himself, “Ho, ho, HOT! Now that’s a package that I’d like to unwrap!” Rather than jumping on top of Chris and kissing him wildly like he desperately wanted to do, he decided to take the more friendly approach. Dax handed him his eggnog, put on some caroling music, and set the beautifully decorated Christmas tree to “twinkle” mode.

Chris eagerly sipped from the mug and further cozied himself on the couch. He was loving every minute of the holiday and excitedly soaked in Dax’s decorations. Chris apologized for his state of undress. “I hope you don’t mind me taking off that huge Santa Shirt, it’s so big, and with that silly fake white fur, it’s kind of uncomfortable.” He continued, “I know that sitting here bare-chested seems kind of forward of me, and I don’t mean it to be awkward. If you’d like, I could put it back on, or if you’d care to loan me a tee-shirt, I could cover-up.”

Dax thought it was adorable at how modest he was. Especially with such an impressive physique. Why cover up something so spectacular? He assured Chris that he wanted him to be comfortable. “No, please, whatever you need to do to be comfortable is fine with me.”

Chris gave him a wry smile, “Well, without a shirt, I could easily catch a chill. Perhaps you could join me on the couch and help me stay warm?”

Dax didn’t need to be asked twice. He gladly joined Chris as they both cuddled on the couch, drinking their eggnog and listening to holiday music.

Chris was the first to speak after a few minutes of quiet snuggling. “This has turned out to be the best Christmas Eve I’ve had in a long while. Thank you for joining me tonight and for your generosity to those kids.”

Dax said that he should be thanking Chris. “Tonight has truly turned into a special night for me too.” He couldn’t stop looking at Chris. It was inevitable that he wouldn’t be able to contain himself much longer. Slowly Dax leaned forward and gently put his lips on Chris’s mouth.

Dax’s heart raced at the sensation of this stud’s soft, warm moist lips pressed against his. He couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around him, pulling him towards him tightly. Before he knew it, Chris had turned the tables on him and had him pinned down on the couch and was kissing him passionately. Dax certainly wasn’t complaining. He wanted even more.

Dax jokingly teased, “Santa, that’s an impressive candy cane in your pocket.”

Chris chuckled a “Thank you,” and replied, “You should see how I use it to stuff a stocking.”

“What are we waiting for?” Dax gleefully replied as he took Chris’s hand and escorted him into the bedroom, where the two men spent the remainder of the evening in each other’s arms making love.

It was in the early morning when a series of alerts on Dax’s phone woke him. The phone’s chimes wouldn’t relent. Dax finally had to look to see what the urgency was.

The messages indicated that the airport near his parents’ house was now clear for arrivals and the next plane out of New York was in two hours. He knew that he could make the flight and be with his family by noon if he hurried.

Dax rolled over to see Chris sleeping next to him. His hair tussled, and a few creases were pressed into his cheek from sleeping so soundly. The morning light bathed his naked body in a golden glow; somehow, this incredible man managed to look even more studly now than he did the night before.

Dax softly kissed Chris to wake him up. Slowly his eyes opened, and a smile emerged on his face.
“Merry Christmas,” he said groggily.

Dax wished him a Merry Christmas and asked him a surprising question. “I know this is going to sound insane, but I was going to run to the airport now to fly to my folk’s house in Ohio. If I could get another ticket, want to join me?”

Considering this ludicrous proposition, the two men lay naked in the bed together for less than a minute. Chris shyly replied, “Are you sure you want me to join you? At your family’s for Christmas?”

Dax laughed, “I’m positive! I want nothing more than for you to join me and meet them.” Chris meekly nodded a “yes” as he whispered, “It sounds like a wonderful way to spend the holiday.”

Minutes later, Dax purchased an additional ticket, he packed a few extra things for him in his bag for Chris to wear, and the two men raced out to the airport.

Dax’s family loved having Chris join them. Dax’s nieces, nephews, and family were delighted to know that their gifts when to people who would genuinely treasure them. And everyone being together made it the best holiday they all had ever had.

That year, …and every day after that, both Dax and Chris got the only gift they both ever wanted… A family.

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A Hot House Guest

Tyler couldn’t be more excited to move into his own apartment. At 25 years old, he finally was able to land a good job as a researcher for an online investment company and live on his own.

A self-proclaimed fitness fanatic, he worked hard at keeping fit and maintaining a clean, attractive appearance. His hair was short and fashionably cut, his clean-shaven face was fresh and handsome. He was told he resembled Shawn Mendes. A compliment he’d gladly accept.

Tyler was always a hard worker, as well as being very independent. The first few years out of college, he lived with his family, but now, it was time for him to leave the nest.

The apartment he chose to rent was an impressively large two-bedroom with a picture window facing a quaint local park and was centrally located in a fashionable part of the city. Now that he was fully settled in and comfortable, he couldn’t wait to share it with his family.

“Mom” couldn’t wait to come over and help provide a “woman’s touch” to it. She trusted her son’s tastes but knew however lovely it may be, a mother’s warmth would make any place a home.

Tyler’s excitement led him to offer to host a Thanksgiving dinner this year. This was a suggestion he now regretted. His mom insisted not to worry, “I’ll be there to help you!”

The day that seemed so far off was suddenly upon them, but Tyler was ready.

It was four o’clock, and the finishing touches were put on the décor. Fragrant candles lit, and the final touches on the homemade pumpkin pie were added.

His mom promised to cook the turkey at her place and some of the side dishes and bring them over. Tyler certainly wasn’t going to argue with having someone help him with the cooking.

Everything seemed all set for the day. It was a mere two hours before his mother, father, and sister would arrive. He readied himself for the shower and poured himself a quick glass of wine before they arrived.

Disrobed and a mere two feet from entering the shower, his phone rang, and the number revealed that it was his mother calling.

Cautiously, he answered, “Is everything okay?”

Mom’s voice was upbeat and cheerful. There wasn’t a disaster looming as he feared. His mother continued as she chose her words carefully. “Honey, you know I’d never ask this, especially this late, but your sister asked me if It would be okay if she brought over her boyfriend.”

Tyler wasn’t in the mood for drama at this point. The thought, Why didn’t my sister just call me directly about this? Who is this dude? I didn’t even know she was dating anyone! flashed through his mind, but none of that mattered. He knew there would be plenty of food, and his sister’s friends were always pretty cool.

“Sure mom, tell her to bring him. It’s not a problem. I’m totally fine with it.”

Mom replied, “Ah, thank you honey. I knew I raised you right. There’s always room for friends at our dinner table!”

Tyler agreed in an attempt to rush her off the phone so he could finally get to his shower. “Yup mom. No one should be alone during the holidays. I’ll see you soon!

Once cleaned, dressed, and primed with a healthy pour of vino. A second table setting was put out, and our host eagerly awaited his guests to arrive.

Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. The sound surprised him at first.
Do I have a doorbell? Where is it? He wondered.

“How did someone get past the security gate?” he wondered. Upon opening the door to welcome his family, he glanced at the wall next to the entryway. Sure enough, there was a doorbell there.

His sister, a perky, pleasant, adorable millennial named, Janine chimed in quickly, “The gate was propped open with a rock.” Without missing a beat, she entered the apartment as if she had been there a thousand times before. She was with a man slightly older than she was in tow. Janine wasted no time in introducing him as “Stefan.”

Mom and dad swiftly entered as well; both of them were eager to put down the multitude of silver trays in their arms, all containing food.

Tyler was thrilled to see his parents and impressed with the bounty of food they graciously provided, but his focus was quickly drawn from his family and instantly fixated on his guest, Stefan.

A towering mass of manhood at twenty-two years old, he radiated wholesome good looks. His short brown hair was almost too perfectly combed. He had inviting green eyes and a crisp white smile. He was just shy of six foot two inches and dressed in a crisp, white and blue striped button-down shirt and jeans. He wore eyeglasses that were oddly unassuming. One surely couldn’t help but think of Clark Kent when they saw him. Tyler knew that his modest, conservative fashion choice concealed what was evident to him, a superman underneath.

Tyler was happy to show everyone around his apartment before they settled in for supper. He was proud of what he accomplished in a few weeks with a modest budget and eager to show off his new place. The firm pat on the back from his dad signaled his approval of what he had accomplished, “Nicely done, son. I’m proud of you.” This provided Tyler with a strange swell of happiness that he hadn’t expected.

“Well, that’s the tour. It’s only four rooms. Now, can I get everyone boozed up so my contributions to tonight’s meal will taste good?” Tyler asked as he laughed, proudly displaying his new, freshly stocked bar.

Mom wasted no time in familiarizing herself with the kitchen as dad did his best to help her.

Janine occupied herself on her phone, leaving Tyler to entertain her boyfriend. “So, how did you meet my sister?” was the first question that came to mind. Best to start with simple conversation and eventually get to more interesting subjects like, “How my sister nabbed a stone-cold-fox like you?” Tyler did his best to seem casual about the topics the two men chatted about. But the truth of the matter was that he couldn’t take his eyes off the hunk seated in his home. Stefan was just the perfect blend of sexy geek and muscle god that Tyler found attractive.

Stefan answered Tyler’s questions bashfully at first, as he continually apologized for being invited last minute to the intimate family holiday. He wanted to make it clear that it was Janine’s idea for him to come tonight. He explained that he and Janine met at the office where she’s a salesperson, and he’s a lab technician. She insisted her brother would enjoy meeting him and that his family welcomed strangers into their homes with open arms, especially during the holidays.

“Make you a drink? What are you having? Tyler queried.

Stefan hesitantly wondered if he had Campari in his well-equipped bar and if he could make a spritzer.

Tyler eagerly headed to the bar to show off his mixology skills, “Sure, I love those. That’s easy for me!”

The family soon gathered at the large, beautifully decorated table centered in the dining room. “Candles with dried leaves and flowers as a centerpiece, how Martha Stewart of you!” Mom commented, giving props to her son’s decorating skills.

Turkey, gravy, corn, yams, casserole, cranberry sauce, and stuffing; It was the ideal, traditional holiday feast. Tyler found himself strategically seated across from Stefan during dinner. As hard as he tried to not stare at the inviting eyes of his guest adjacent to him, he couldn’t resist glancing over at the sweet, innocent lips smiling back at him. This guy was just too damn adorable, he thought. As everyone chatted innocently around him – it became clearer and clearer that Tyler that he had more in common with his sister’s boyfriend than she did.

How did my sister get so lucky? Yes, he’s a bit of a nerd, but that rock-hard body hiding under his shirt made him irresistible.

The conversation was lively amongst the family members. Tyler fought the urge to interrogate his guest and ask too many questions about his relationship with his sister.

She had better not let this one get away, Tyler thought, then on second hand, maybe it would be for the best if they broke up? He wasn’t sure if he could live the rest of his life lusting after his brother-in-law.

Dinner was finally over, and Stefan offered to help clear the table. His sister feigned needing to go to the bathroom after the meal – a ruse she’s used many times before to escape the cleaning that followed a meal with a lot of dishes.

As the two men loaded the dishwasher. Tyler couldn’t help but stare at Stefan’s ass as he bent over and packed the utensils.

Those glutes are tight, and his ass, spectacular. Those jeans fit him perfectly, and he looks fantastic in them. I know I shouldn’t be lusting over my sister’s boyfriend, but wow!

Tyler tried to get his mind out of the gutter, so small talk seemed to be the best bet, “So, other than working with my sister, what hobbies do you have?” Tyler had to know just how perfect this man was. He seemed so perfect for him; there must be something about him that would make him a terrible choice of a partner for him.

Stefan innocently answered, “Not much to tell, I’m from the Midwest. A small town with a lovely family. Mom, dad, sister– just like you. I hated to leave them, but the city was the only place I could find a job in the medical field. One day have my own research lab and be a full-fledged virologist.” He cleared his throat and looked down bashfully. “I’m not much for social gatherings or going out with the guys. That’s why it was so nice to be included as part of your family this holiday. Other than classic horror movies, baking, and obscure indie music, there’s really not much to me.”

Tyler was getting more and more frustrated by Stefan. He not only enjoyed everything he just mentioned but the adorable way he described his interests was a welcomed departure from the usual bravado the guys he knew had.

The more the two men talked, the more he found himself getting sexually frustrated by his guest’s presence. The fact that they were alone in his small, hot kitchen wasn’t helping.

I need to get back to my family and return this guy to my sister before I jump his bones right here on the counter.

Before Tyler could act out his fantasy of making out with this stud against the refrigerator, Tyler’s mom innocently entered the kitchen. “Is desert ready?” she asked, then exclaimed, “Oh, good. I see the coffee’s done.” She grabbed the hot carafe and headed back to the dining room. Stefan instinctively put on oven mitts and helped carry the hot dessert out to the table.

Tyler giggled to himself. Another minute alone with this stud, and HE would have been MY dessert tonight! Saved by the soufflé.

As the family once again gathered around the table again, Stefan appeared to focus his efforts on getting to know Tyler better rather than fawning over his date.

Stefan asked a string of questions, seemingly intrigued by his host. “So, Tyler, what’s your favorite film? Your desert island food? The last concert you attended?” Tyler found it odd that Janine didn’t seem to mind attention being focused on her brother rather than her.

The evening got later and later and the holiday dinner drew to a close. Mom and dad readied for the hour-long ride home. Janine and Stefan agreed that it was best to retire for the night.

The fridge was all packed up, and the dishes were washed and put away. The guests bid their farewell as they put on their coats.

Stefan gave Tyler an earnest handshake. “I enjoyed tonight tremendously. You’re lucky to have such a wonderful family. Thank you for inviting me to part of your holiday this year. I had a blast and hope to see you again soon.”

“Me too,” Tyler replied sincerely. “You’re welcome back anytime; you were the perfect guest.” Stefan went in for a “bro hug” as a secondary farewell. This goodbye certainly was more intimate than the earlier handshake he received. Tyler wondered if he just imagined it or Stefan’s embrace was a bit tighter and lasted longer than the usual goodbye among friends.

Silly me, he mused. I’m just letting my wild imagination get to me. I’m sure it was nothing more than a strong, affectionate hug between buddies. I’m just my wild fantasies running amuck again. Although, he needed to admit that being in Stefan’s big, strong, powerful arms felt wonderful wrapped around him.

The door closed, and the family was now gone. It was time to slip into his sleep shorts and go to bed. As tired as Tyler was for the day, he knew that falling off into a peaceful slumber would be practically impossible at this point. There was no denying that as soon as he hit the bed, his mind would immediately reflect upon what transpired this evening with Stefan. His mind would reflect upon his powerful, muscular build and sexy face framed by those almost nerdy glasses. Fought as he tried to clear his head from the hunk who just left, he couldn’t shake the lingering images in his head of the impeccably fitting jeans that showed off his ripe buttocks. Yup. Tyler’s mind wouldn’t stop reeling from how hot his sister’s boyfriend was.

***

The following morning was peaceful and quiet. A welcome day off from work, with the plan to just bum around the new apartment. Tyler just sat down to enjoy his morning coffee when his sister’s name appeared on his phone’s caller ID. “Hey, sis. Is everything okay? I just saw you twelve hours ago. What’s up?” Tyler tried to act casual about the call, but the truth was, he couldn’t wait to ask about the hunk she was dating.

Janine needed no prompting to talk about Stefan as she instantly inquired. “So, what did you think… Sexy, right?” Tyler decided that it was best to play it cool during the call. Let’s not be the desperate gay brother that lusts after his sister’s date and talks gossip about boys. “Yeah. He was cute.”

“SCREW YOU!” she laughed loudly in a lighthearted tone. “I know you think he’s hot –he thought the same thing about you!”

Tyler hadn’t been adequately caffeinated yet, so this conversation still wasn’t making sense.

He asked for clarity, “Let me get this straight; you and your boyfriend discussed how hot I was last night? That’s weird.”

Janine screamed with laughter. “My boyfriend! Who said he was my boyfriend!” She found the idea absurd and hilarious.

Tyler was now even more confused as he tried to clarify what was happening, “Mom said that you wanted to bring your boyfriend over for thanksgiving dinner. That’s why I agreed to it. I figured you were dating someone.”

Janine was again amused. “No. I told mom my GUY friend had nowhere to go for the holiday, so I asked if you’d mind him joining us for dinner! Not BOYFRIEND! He was invited for YOU. Not me!

Tyler joined his sister as she continued to laugh at the misunderstanding. As she spoke, he found himself needing to know more and more about what happened.

She continued, “As a matter of fact, he liked you so much, he asked me for your phone number. That’s why I’m calling. I wanted to let you know that I gave it to him.” As Janine clarified the situation to Tyler, his phone’s call waiting signaled him. “Unknown caller.”

“What’s that?” Janine asked curiously as to what was wrong with the connection.

“My other line is ringing. My call waiting.”

She wasted no time in excitedly yelling. “Get it! It’s probably him. I bet he’s calling you!” She quickly hung up without saying goodbye.

Tyler acted without a second thought and clicked over to the incoming call. “Hello?” he eagerly answered.

“Hi, Tyler. It’s Stefan from last night.”

Tyler couldn’t help but stand up and fist pump the air as if his team had just scored a goal.

Be chill, he thought. Don’t act too excited.

After a deep, relaxing breath, he continued. “Hi, Stefan. Great to hear from you. Thanks for coming by last night. I hope you had a good time.”
“I did,” he replied as he continued, “I wanted to thank you again for having me over. It was very sweet of you to open your home to a stranger. I wanted to show my appreciation for your generosity by perhaps inviting you to dinner tonight?”

Tyler’s urge to respond with a loud, quick, “YES!” fortunately was channeled into a more subtle response, “Sure, I’m free tonight, but rather than going out, you could come here. I have tons of leftovers. If you don’t mind, I could just warm up what I have in the fridge.”

Stefan loved the idea. “If you’re sure it’s okay with you, I’d love it.” He added, “I could bring a nice Cabernet. There’s a vintage I’ve been dying to try out. I noticed you appreciate a good bottle of wine, so I’ll bring something wonderful for us to enjoy.”

Tyler was excited. “Perfect. See you at seven then. You know the place!”

What was to be a lazy, leisurely afternoon turned into a day of excited, eager anticipation.

At precisely 7 pm, Tyler’s doorbell rang. Really? Does that security gate even work? He chuckled to himself since clearly, his guest gained access to the building without any obstacles.

Tyler swiftly answered the door. Stefan entered and warmly kissed him hello. What seemingly started as an innocent greeting turned into a long, deep, fiery kiss. Stefan quickly placed the bottle of wine on a nearby bookshelf and proceeded to pin Tyler against the wall. He once again kissed him, this time more eagerly than before.

A minute or so later, Stefan stopped to take a deep breath. He explained, “I wanted to do that all last night, but with your family there, I thought it wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Tyler disagreed, “Na, it would have been fine. Certainly, it would have been good with me!” They kissed again as the door closed behind them. He then teased, “Boy, you really must have enjoyed my cooking since you came back for it a second time!”

Stefan’s smile transformed into a naughty grin as he replied, “Your turkey was delicious, and the casserole perfection, but to be honest, I’m here tonight for the stuffing.”

“Done!” Tyler hastily exclaimed as he didn’t need to hear anymore. He took Stefan’s hand and escorted him into the bedroom. Later that night, they finished off the rest of the leftovers.

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An Unexpected Holiday Guest

Tyler couldn’t be more excited to move into his own apartment. At 25 years old, he finally was able to land a good job as a researcher for an online investment company and live on his own.

A self-proclaimed fitness fanatic, he worked hard at keeping fit and maintaining a clean, attractive appearance. His hair was short and fashionably cut, his clean-shaven face was fresh and handsome. He was told he resembled Shawn Mendes. A compliment he’d gladly accept.

Tyler was always a hard worker, as well as being very independent. The first few years out of college, he lived with his family, but now, it was time for him to leave the nest.

The apartment he chose to rent was an impressively large two-bedroom with a picture window facing a quaint local park and was centrally located in a fashionable part of the city. Now that he was fully settled in and comfortable, he couldn’t wait to share it with his family.

“Mom” couldn’t wait to come over and help provide a “woman’s touch” to it. She trusted her son’s tastes but knew however lovely it may be, a mother’s warmth would make any place a home.

Tyler’s excitement led him to offer to host a Thanksgiving dinner this year. This was a suggestion he now regretted. His mom insisted not to worry, “I’ll be there to help you!”

The day that seemed so far off was suddenly upon them, but Tyler was ready.

It was four o’clock, and the finishing touches were put on the décor. Fragrant candles lit, and the final touches on the homemade pumpkin pie were added.

His mom promised to cook the turkey at her place and some of the side dishes and bring them over. Tyler certainly wasn’t going to argue with having someone help him with the cooking.

Everything seemed all set for the day. It was a mere two hours before his mother, father, and sister would arrive. He readied himself for the shower and poured himself a quick glass of wine before they arrived.

Disrobed and a mere two feet from entering the shower, his phone rang, and the number revealed that it was his mother calling.

Cautiously, he answered, “Is everything okay?”

Mom’s voice was upbeat and cheerful. There wasn’t a disaster looming as he feared. His mother continued as she chose her words carefully. “Honey, you know I’d never ask this, especially this late, but your sister asked me if It would be okay if she brought over her boyfriend.”

Tyler wasn’t in the mood for drama at this point. The thought, Why didn’t my sister just call me directly about this? Who is this dude? I didn’t even know she was dating anyone! flashed through his mind, but none of that mattered. He knew there would be plenty of food, and his sister’s friends were always pretty cool.

“Sure mom, tell her to bring him. It’s not a problem. I’m totally fine with it.”

Mom replied, “Ah, thank you honey. I knew I raised you right. There’s always room for friends at our dinner table!”

Tyler agreed in an attempt to rush her off the phone so he could finally get to his shower. “Yup mom. No one should be alone during the holidays. I’ll see you soon!

Once cleaned, dressed, and primed with a healthy pour of vino. A second table setting was put out, and our host eagerly awaited his guests to arrive.

Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. The sound surprised him at first.
Do I have a doorbell? Where is it? He wondered.

“How did someone get past the security gate?” he wondered. Upon opening the door to welcome his family, he glanced at the wall next to the entryway. Sure enough, there was a doorbell there.

His sister, a perky, pleasant, adorable millennial named, Janine chimed in quickly, “The gate was propped open with a rock.” Without missing a beat, she entered the apartment as if she had been there a thousand times before. She was with a man slightly older than she was in tow. Janine wasted no time in introducing him as “Stefan.”

Mom and dad swiftly entered as well; both of them were eager to put down the multitude of silver trays in their arms, all containing food.

Tyler was thrilled to see his parents and impressed with the bounty of food they graciously provided, but his focus was quickly drawn from his family and instantly fixated on his guest, Stefan.

A towering mass of manhood at twenty-two years old, he radiated wholesome good looks. His short brown hair was almost too perfectly combed. He had inviting green eyes and a crisp white smile. He was just shy of six foot two inches and dressed in a crisp, white and blue striped button-down shirt and jeans. He wore eyeglasses that were oddly unassuming. One surely couldn’t help but think of Clark Kent when they saw him. Tyler knew that his modest, conservative fashion choice concealed what was evident to him, a superman underneath.

Tyler was happy to show everyone around his apartment before they settled in for supper. He was proud of what he accomplished in a few weeks with a modest budget and eager to show off his new place. The firm pat on the back from his dad signaled his approval of what he had accomplished, “Nicely done, son. I’m proud of you.” This provided Tyler with a strange swell of happiness that he hadn’t expected.

“Well, that’s the tour. It’s only four rooms. Now, can I get everyone boozed up so my contributions to tonight’s meal will taste good?” Tyler asked as he laughed, proudly displaying his new, freshly stocked bar.

Mom wasted no time in familiarizing herself with the kitchen as dad did his best to help her.

Janine occupied herself on her phone, leaving Tyler to entertain her boyfriend. “So, how did you meet my sister?” was the first question that came to mind. Best to start with simple conversation and eventually get to more interesting subjects like, “How my sister nabbed a stone-cold-fox like you?” Tyler did his best to seem casual about the topics the two men chatted about. But the truth of the matter was that he couldn’t take his eyes off the hunk seated in his home. Stefan was just the perfect blend of sexy geek and muscle god that Tyler found attractive.

Stefan answered Tyler’s questions bashfully at first, as he continually apologized for being invited last minute to the intimate family holiday. He wanted to make it clear that it was Janine’s idea for him to come tonight. He explained that he and Janine met at the office where she’s a salesperson, and he’s a lab technician. She insisted her brother would enjoy meeting him and that his family welcomed strangers into their homes with open arms, especially during the holidays.

“Make you a drink? What are you having? Tyler queried.

Stefan hesitantly wondered if he had Campari in his well-equipped bar and if he could make a spritzer.

Tyler eagerly headed to the bar to show off his mixology skills, “Sure, I love those. That’s easy for me!”

The family soon gathered at the large, beautifully decorated table centered in the dining room. “Candles with dried leaves and flowers as a centerpiece, how Martha Stewart of you!” Mom commented, giving props to her son’s decorating skills.

Turkey, gravy, corn, yams, casserole, cranberry sauce, and stuffing; It was the ideal, traditional holiday feast. Tyler found himself strategically seated across from Stefan during dinner. As hard as he tried to not stare at the inviting eyes of his guest adjacent to him, he couldn’t resist glancing over at the sweet, innocent lips smiling back at him. This guy was just too damn adorable, he thought. As everyone chatted innocently around him – it became clearer and clearer that Tyler that he had more in common with his sister’s boyfriend than she did.

How did my sister get so lucky? Yes, he’s a bit of a nerd, but that rock-hard body hiding under his shirt made him irresistible.

The conversation was lively amongst the family members. Tyler fought the urge to interrogate his guest and ask too many questions about his relationship with his sister.

She had better not let this one get away, Tyler thought, then on second hand, maybe it would be for the best if they broke up? He wasn’t sure if he could live the rest of his life lusting after his brother-in-law.

Dinner was finally over, and Stefan offered to help clear the table. His sister feigned needing to go to the bathroom after the meal – a ruse she’s used many times before to escape the cleaning that followed a meal with a lot of dishes.

As the two men loaded the dishwasher. Tyler couldn’t help but stare at Stefan’s ass as he bent over and packed the utensils.

Those glutes are tight, and his ass, spectacular. Those jeans fit him perfectly, and he looks fantastic in them. I know I shouldn’t be lusting over my sister’s boyfriend, but wow!

Tyler tried to get his mind out of the gutter, so small talk seemed to be the best bet, “So, other than working with my sister, what hobbies do you have?” Tyler had to know just how perfect this man was. He seemed so perfect for him; there must be something about him that would make him a terrible choice of a partner for him.

Stefan innocently answered, “Not much to tell, I’m from the Midwest. A small town with a lovely family. Mom, dad, sister– just like you. I hated to leave them, but the city was the only place I could find a job in the medical field. One day have my own research lab and be a full-fledged virologist.” He cleared his throat and looked down bashfully. “I’m not much for social gatherings or going out with the guys. That’s why it was so nice to be included as part of your family this holiday. Other than classic horror movies, baking, and obscure indie music, there’s really not much to me.”

Tyler was getting more and more frustrated by Stefan. He not only enjoyed everything he just mentioned but the adorable way he described his interests was a welcomed departure from the usual bravado the guys he knew had.

The more the two men talked, the more he found himself getting sexually frustrated by his guest’s presence. The fact that they were alone in his small, hot kitchen wasn’t helping.

I need to get back to my family and return this guy to my sister before I jump his bones right here on the counter.

Before Tyler could act out his fantasy of making out with this stud against the refrigerator, Tyler’s mom innocently entered the kitchen. “Is desert ready?” she asked, then exclaimed, “Oh, good. I see the coffee’s done.” She grabbed the hot carafe and headed back to the dining room. Stefan instinctively put on oven mitts and helped carry the hot dessert out to the table.

Tyler giggled to himself. Another minute alone with this stud, and HE would have been MY dessert tonight! Saved by the soufflé.

As the family once again gathered around the table again, Stefan appeared to focus his efforts on getting to know Tyler better rather than fawning over his date.

Stefan asked a string of questions, seemingly intrigued by his host. “So, Tyler, what’s your favorite film? Your desert island food? The last concert you attended?” Tyler found it odd that Janine didn’t seem to mind attention being focused on her brother rather than her.

The evening got later and later and the holiday dinner drew to a close. Mom and dad readied for the hour-long ride home. Janine and Stefan agreed that it was best to retire for the night.

The fridge was all packed up, and the dishes were washed and put away. The guests bid their farewell as they put on their coats.

Stefan gave Tyler an earnest handshake. “I enjoyed tonight tremendously. You’re lucky to have such a wonderful family. Thank you for inviting me to part of your holiday this year. I had a blast and hope to see you again soon.”

“Me too,” Tyler replied sincerely. “You’re welcome back anytime; you were the perfect guest.” Stefan went in for a “bro hug” as a secondary farewell. This goodbye certainly was more intimate than the earlier handshake he received. Tyler wondered if he just imagined it or Stefan’s embrace was a bit tighter and lasted longer than the usual goodbye among friends.

Silly me, he mused. I’m just letting my wild imagination get to me. I’m sure it was nothing more than a strong, affectionate hug between buddies. I’m just my wild fantasies running amuck again. Although, he needed to admit that being in Stefan’s big, strong, powerful arms felt wonderful wrapped around him.

The door closed, and the family was now gone. It was time to slip into his sleep shorts and go to bed. As tired as Tyler was for the day, he knew that falling off into a peaceful slumber would be practically impossible at this point. There was no denying that as soon as he hit the bed, his mind would immediately reflect upon what transpired this evening with Stefan. His mind would reflect upon his powerful, muscular build and sexy face framed by those almost nerdy glasses. Fought as he tried to clear his head from the hunk who just left, he couldn’t shake the lingering images in his head of the impeccably fitting jeans that showed off his ripe buttocks. Yup. Tyler’s mind wouldn’t stop reeling from how hot his sister’s boyfriend was.

***

The following morning was peaceful and quiet. A welcome day off from work, with the plan to just bum around the new apartment. Tyler just sat down to enjoy his morning coffee when his sister’s name appeared on his phone’s caller ID. “Hey, sis. Is everything okay? I just saw you twelve hours ago. What’s up?” Tyler tried to act casual about the call, but the truth was, he couldn’t wait to ask about the hunk she was dating.

Janine needed no prompting to talk about Stefan as she instantly inquired. “So, what did you think… Sexy, right?” Tyler decided that it was best to play it cool during the call. Let’s not be the desperate gay brother that lusts after his sister’s date and talks gossip about boys. “Yeah. He was cute.”

“SCREW YOU!” she laughed loudly in a lighthearted tone. “I know you think he’s hot –he thought the same thing about you!”

Tyler hadn’t been adequately caffeinated yet, so this conversation still wasn’t making sense.

He asked for clarity, “Let me get this straight; you and your boyfriend discussed how hot I was last night? That’s weird.”

Janine screamed with laughter. “My boyfriend! Who said he was my boyfriend!” She found the idea absurd and hilarious.

Tyler was now even more confused as he tried to clarify what was happening, “Mom said that you wanted to bring your boyfriend over for thanksgiving dinner. That’s why I agreed to it. I figured you were dating someone.”

Janine was again amused. “No. I told mom my GUY friend had nowhere to go for the holiday, so I asked if you’d mind him joining us for dinner! Not BOYFRIEND! He was invited for YOU. Not me!

Tyler joined his sister as she continued to laugh at the misunderstanding. As she spoke, he found himself needing to know more and more about what happened.

She continued, “As a matter of fact, he liked you so much, he asked me for your phone number. That’s why I’m calling. I wanted to let you know that I gave it to him.” As Janine clarified the situation to Tyler, his phone’s call waiting signaled him. “Unknown caller.”

“What’s that?” Janine asked curiously as to what was wrong with the connection.

“My other line is ringing. My call waiting.”

She wasted no time in excitedly yelling. “Get it! It’s probably him. I bet he’s calling you!” She quickly hung up without saying goodbye.

Tyler acted without a second thought and clicked over to the incoming call. “Hello?” he eagerly answered.

“Hi, Tyler. It’s Stefan from last night.”

Tyler couldn’t help but stand up and fist pump the air as if his team had just scored a goal.

Be chill, he thought. Don’t act too excited.

After a deep, relaxing breath, he continued. “Hi, Stefan. Great to hear from you. Thanks for coming by last night. I hope you had a good time.”
“I did,” he replied as he continued, “I wanted to thank you again for having me over. It was very sweet of you to open your home to a stranger. I wanted to show my appreciation for your generosity by perhaps inviting you to dinner tonight?”

Tyler’s urge to respond with a loud, quick, “YES!” fortunately was channeled into a more subtle response, “Sure, I’m free tonight, but rather than going out, you could come here. I have tons of leftovers. If you don’t mind, I could just warm up what I have in the fridge.”

Stefan loved the idea. “If you’re sure it’s okay with you, I’d love it.” He added, “I could bring a nice Cabernet. There’s a vintage I’ve been dying to try out. I noticed you appreciate a good bottle of wine, so I’ll bring something wonderful for us to enjoy.”

Tyler was excited. “Perfect. See you at seven then. You know the place!”

What was to be a lazy, leisurely afternoon turned into a day of excited, eager anticipation.

At precisely 7 pm, Tyler’s doorbell rang. Really? Does that security gate even work? He chuckled to himself since clearly, his guest gained access to the building without any obstacles.

Tyler swiftly answered the door. Stefan entered and warmly kissed him hello. What seemingly started as an innocent greeting turned into a long, deep, fiery kiss. Stefan quickly placed the bottle of wine on a nearby bookshelf and proceeded to pin Tyler against the wall. He once again kissed him, this time more eagerly than before.

A minute or so later, Stefan stopped to take a deep breath. He explained, “I wanted to do that all last night, but with your family there, I thought it wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Tyler disagreed, “Na, it would have been fine. Certainly, it would have been good with me!” They kissed again as the door closed behind them. He then teased, “Boy, you really must have enjoyed my cooking since you came back for it a second time!”

Stefan’s smile transformed into a naughty grin as he replied, “Your turkey was delicious, and the casserole perfection, but to be honest, I’m here tonight for the stuffing.”

“Done!” Tyler hastily exclaimed as he didn’t need to hear anymore. He took Stefan’s hand and escorted him into the bedroom. Later that night, they finished off the rest of the leftovers.

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Mile High Club

Forrest wasn’t your typical male fitness model ­– he never aspired to be in front of the camera. His passion was geography and history, but fate seemed to have a different career path in mind for him, at least for now.

He was strikingly handsome with a youthful, fresh face. His lean, perfectly proportioned, toned body made clothes naturally looked incredible on him. He was often told that he could a simple tee-shirt and jeans look like a million-dollar outfit.

While riding the subway wearing just a tank top and sweatpants, a pretty and fashionable thirty-something woman approached him. She politely handed him her business card and explained she was a talent scout. The woman asked if he’d be interested in appearing in some fitness photography for the agency she worked for.

At first, he laughed, dismissing her offer as a joke. But the woman was serious about her offer and explained how he could quickly pay his way through university if he accepted the job. That night, Forrest researched the woman’s credentials online and learned that he really could pay off his debt by modeling.

Forrest joined the agency the next day and soon after was offered his first modeling job. This particular gig would take him across the ocean to Paris, where he’d be showcasing a new line of workout clothes. When his itinerary arrived from the agency, he was shocked to see that his ticket was in the first-class cabin! He was excited to have a luxurious, expense-paid trip to Europe.

His first job couldn’t have started any better.  It was an easy trip to the airport with the car service they booked for him, and then he quickly breezed through the VIP security line. Before Forrest knew it, he was sipping champagne on the plane.

A young, perky flight attendant offered him a warm towel for his face. She smiled as she engaged him in small talk. “It’s a long flight; you’re lucky ­– this is a new plane, and these seats recline to a full bed.” The fact that he could lay down to sleep was an unexpected treat. “That’s great news. I could definitely get used to this lifestyle.” He told the attendant, “I’m starting a new job as a fitness model, so I need to be as fresh-faced as possible when I arrive tomorrow.”

The attendant was quick to reply, “I assumed you were an actor as soon as I saw you. It makes sense that you’re a model since you’re certainly a fine-looking man.” Forrest blushed. He never considered himself anything more than average-looking. The fact that people found him so attractive was quite flattering.

The attendant continued with her pleasantries, “If there’s anything you need to make your trip more comfortable, please don’t hesitate to ask. We certainly try to make our passengers as happy as possible.”

 The door to where the pilots sat was open. Forrest could easily see the two men inside checking gauges and dials in preparation for the flight. As their departure time approached, one man stood up to close the door. Before he did, he and Forrest caught each other’s eye.

The man was the captain of the plane, and he stood at the doorway briefly. At about thirty-five years old, the man had a dash of gray hair around his temples. His defined rugged, handsome face was made even more spectacular by his hazel sparkling eyes and neatly trimmed beard. He was definitely a man who knew his way around the gym as his uniform revealed itself to be tightly snug in all the right places. A quick wink at Forrest signaled that the flight would be on its way soon.

Forrest swooned and was disappointed that he would be locked away behind a door just a mere ten feet away. He thought I’d love to see more of that sexy man in uniform! Hopefully, he won’t stay hidden the whole flight.

***

The plane took off without a hitch, and Forrest quickly settled into all the offered amenities of first-class. The impressive legroom, warm towels, champagne, and the selection of movies were terrific. Forrest was excited and surprised to see all his favorite LGBT titles in the line-up of films – eCUPID, THE 10 YEAR PLAN, and many others made for hours of excellent viewing.

After a hearty, delicious meal, a call from the captain summoned the flight attendant to the front of the plane. Forrest couldn’t help but wonder if the deep, sensual voice he heard over the PA system belonged to the sexy pilot he saw earlier? Perhaps he had just watched too many gay romance films, but the promise that the man he was listening to was the silver-haired fox flying the plane turned him on.

The attendant disappeared behind the door in the front of the plane briefly, and shortly after that, the hunky captain emerged.

He politely stated to the attendant who stood guard at the front of the plane. ” I just need to stretch my legs. I’ll only take a minute.”

Forrest’s eyes were fixated on the hot man in uniform as he continued to provide a spectacular display of bending, stretching, and leaning over. Forrest wasn’t aware he was staring the entire time, but it was clear to the captain that he now had a fan.

Once he completed his calisthenics, he politely asked Forrest, “Are you enjoying the flight?”

Forrest was quick to answer, “Oh, yes, yes, sir. It’s great. It was just made even better seeing that we are in the hands of such an impressive pilot.”

The captain smiled at Forrest, “I’m happy that you have every confidence in me. I’ll be sure to make sure that your trip is comfortable.” The captain respectfully nodded as he gave one last stretch and returned to the cockpit.

As the captain disappeared behind the cabin door, Forrest looked down on his flat-screen and noticed a particularly racy scene on pause from one of the movies. It was a scene where two men were engaged in a passionate kiss.

Well, if there was any question of whether I was gay or not, this certainly told him everything he needed to know. He chuckled to himself, slightly embarrassed at what had just happened.

About an hour later and hundreds of miles closer to the destination, the plane was now mid-way over the Atlantic Ocean. An electric crackle from the intercom signaled that the captain was about to address the passengers again, “Soon, we’ll be dimming the cabin lights for the night. Feel free to move around the cabin; just be mindful of the passengers sleeping around you. It looks like we’ll be arriving on time at about six am local time.”

Forrest thought, Good idea, I definitely should get some shut-eye, so I’m well-rested and fresh for when I arrive for tomorrow’s photo shoot.

As he pressed the release on his seat so that he could recline into a flat, bed-like position, he could hear a sharp snapping sound, followed by a metal clang.

That sounded bad. Did I break it?

Forrest attempted to recline once again but with no luck. It was clear to him that something was broken. He was clueless as to how this high-tech chair reclined. Careful to not bother his nearby guests, he reached up and pressed the “call button” for the flight attendant for help.

As he waited for assistance, he noticed that everyone around him was already sleeping. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb anyone’s slumber.

A minute later, the attendant appeared. She was cordial as she inquired about how she could help.

“Sorry to bother you with this, but my seat seems to be stuck. I’ve tried to recline it, but it won’t budge. Maybe I’m doing something wrong?” She seemed all too familiar with the problem as she told him, “If you’ll just excuse me, I have to reach over you to release the lock.” As the young woman bent over Forrest, she did her best to avoid an awkward position, politely explaining what she was doing and why. “Ordinarily, I’d ask the passenger to stand in the Isle while I did this, but we don’t want to bother those around you who are sleeping.”

She forced the seat, but it wasn’t going to budge. The more she pushed the more obstinate the mechanism that reclined the seat became. She then adjusted herself to get a more leveraged position on the chair. As she braced herself, she unknowingly placed her hand squarely on Forrest’s crotch.

Forrest wasn’t sure how to react to the situation. He didn’t want to embarrass the attendant, so he didn’t say anything in hopes that the problem would resolve itself quickly and without any awkwardness. The positioning of the woman’s hand and the pressure being applied to his most sensitive of places forced him to make her aware of what was going on.

He attempted to make light of the innocent mistake by saying, “I’d ordinarily say that you need to buy me dinner before you put your hand there … I guess you kind of already did. The chicken was delicious, by the way.”

The statement confused the attendant, but the reading light above Forrest’s head illuminated the awkward situation.

Once she realized what she was doing, her face dropped. She was shocked and embarrassed.

Forrest attempted to make light of the situation, but the attendant was too embarrassed. She made haste in her departure and disappeared behind the door at the front of the plane.

Oh Gosh, what did I do? The poor woman was mortified. I didn’t mean to embarrass her!

Forrest sat anxiously waiting for her to come out from behind the door. He knew that he’d need to apologize to her for his childish and crude joke.

Rather than the attendant emerging alone, she was accompanied by the captain of the airplane. The attendant hurried down the aisle past him, avoiding any kind of eye contact.

The captain, however, looked directly at Forrest, approaching with a somber look. He spoke softly yet firm. “I heard there’s a problem with your seat.”

Forrest’s breathing became shallow. He panicked as he answered, “No, everything’s fine. No problem here.”

The captain looked intensely at Forrest. “That’s not what I was told.” Concerned, the captain looked around at the other passengers as they slept. “Maybe it’s best for you to just come with me? Take any essential personal items with you.

Forrest tried to hold his composure, but inside he was freaking out. “Hold it. What? What have I done? Take my things? Where am I going? Is the captain going to hand me a parachute and push me out of the plane? His mind reeled.

The captain quietly escorted Forrest to the front of the plane. As they entered the cockpit, Forrest was surprised at how spacious it was than he expected. Lights, gauges, and high-tech equipment were everywhere. Before saying anything, the captain assumed his seat and adjusted the autopilot. He invited Forrest to sit, “Take a seat. My co-pilot is in his bunk below deck, sleeping. You can take the chair next to me. Just, obviously, don’t touch anything.

Forrest complied. He couldn’t help feel like he was summoned to the principal’s office and was about to get a scolding for what happened. He readied himself to explain what had transpired but was surprised by an unexpected giggle. “I hope my attendant didn’t hurt you back there. She told me what happened. I found it quite amusing. I appreciate how diplomatic you were about the whole thing. Most passengers would have handled that a different way.”

Forrest was shocked as he replied, “So, I’m not in trouble? You didn’t bring me up here to scold me?”

The twinkle in the captain’s eye assured him that there would be no punishment to follow. He continued, “Oh my, no. I brought you up here to thank you. But also, to tell you that there’s a spare bunk below deck reserved for a third pilot should there be one on board. It’s vacant if you want to use it. Just please don’t mention it to anyone. The FCC would have my hide if they knew that an unlicensed passenger used the captain’s sleep quarters.”

Forrest was relieved that everything was fine and the situation with the attendant was not a problem. The confident and kind way the captain handled the situation made him appear even sexier to Forrest than before. Watching this handsome, muscular stud in uniform fly the plane was the hottest thing he had seen in a long time. He couldn’t help himself to ask, “So, when you get up from your seat, do you use the autopilot? How long can it fly the plane without you needing to attend to it?”

The captain suspected that he knew where this line of questioning was going. “We call it “George.” George can take the plane to our destination safely. The truth of the matter is that unless there’s a problem, the only thing I’m needed for is take-off and landings. Based on our flight path, we aren’t touching down for another four hours.”

Forrest smirked as he inquired, “Well, perhaps you could show me that bunk you mentioned underneath. Can it accommodate two?”

The pilot laughed as he swung his chair so that it now faced Forrest. “No. The area below is designed for just one. You’re sitting in the most spacious area of the plane, next to the passenger compartment, that is.”

Forrest wasted no time in leaning forward towards the captain, “I was told that your airline is known as the ‘friendly skies.’ I’m curious as to just how friendly they get?” His hand was now firmly resting solidly between the pilot’s legs, similar to where the attendant had hers earlier on him.

The captain didn’t seem to object. He reclined a bit as he gave Forrest a wry smile.

Forrest took the initiative as he pressed his lips against the captain’s willing mouth. His hand now wrapped firmly around the captain’s impressive piece of equipment.

Forrest couldn’t help but tease the captain with a pun, “Now I know why they call where you sit the cockpit.”

The captain was enjoying this unexpected mid-air encounter.

Forrest continued, “I don’t want to tell you how to delegate your job, but you may want to ask George to take over for a bit.”

The captain wholeheartedly agreed and reached over to engaged the system that would fly the plane for the next two hours of the trip.

Forrest knew the captain was in command of the plane, but he’d be in control of the captain until they landed. He earned his wings that evening and achieved platinum status as a member of the mile-high club.

He was able to take his seat in the main cabin before the captain turned on the cabin lights, and breakfast was served. None of the nearby passengers were aware of his absence or that his chair was broken.

The flight landed perfectly, and Forrest made haste to his modeling appointment. So much for showing up at his first job with a photographer well-rested. He hoped that the photographer would help out a bit of makeup to make him look fresh.

Whatever happened at the shoot, Forrest didn’t mind how he looked. All he could think about was how excited he was for the flight home!

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The Very Friendly Skies

Forrest wasn’t your typical male fitness model ­– he never aspired to be in front of the camera. His passion was geography and history, but fate seemed to have a different career path in mind for him, at least for now.

He was strikingly handsome with a youthful, fresh face. His lean, perfectly proportioned, toned body made clothes naturally looked incredible on him. He was often told that he could a simple tee-shirt and jeans look like a million-dollar outfit.

While riding the subway wearing just a tank top and sweatpants, a pretty and fashionable thirty-something woman approached him. She politely handed him her business card and explained she was a talent scout. The woman asked if he’d be interested in appearing in some fitness photography for the agency she worked for.

At first, he laughed, dismissing her offer as a joke. But the woman was serious about her offer and explained how he could quickly pay his way through university if he accepted the job. That night, Forrest researched the woman’s credentials online and learned that he really could pay off his debt by modeling.

Forrest joined the agency the next day and soon after was offered his first modeling job. This particular gig would take him across the ocean to Paris, where he’d be showcasing a new line of workout clothes. When his itinerary arrived from the agency, he was shocked to see that his ticket was in the first-class cabin! He was excited to have a luxurious, expense-paid trip to Europe.

His first job couldn’t have started any better.  It was an easy trip to the airport with the car service they booked for him, and then he quickly breezed through the VIP security line. Before Forrest knew it, he was sipping champagne on the plane.

A young, perky flight attendant offered him a warm towel for his face. She smiled as she engaged him in small talk. “It’s a long flight; you’re lucky ­– this is a new plane, and these seats recline to a full bed.” The fact that he could lay down to sleep was an unexpected treat. “That’s great news. I could definitely get used to this lifestyle.” He told the attendant, “I’m starting a new job as a fitness model, so I need to be as fresh-faced as possible when I arrive tomorrow.”

The attendant was quick to reply, “I assumed you were an actor as soon as I saw you. It makes sense that you’re a model since you’re certainly a fine-looking man.” Forrest blushed. He never considered himself anything more than average-looking. The fact that people found him so attractive was quite flattering.

The attendant continued with her pleasantries, “If there’s anything you need to make your trip more comfortable, please don’t hesitate to ask. We certainly try to make our passengers as happy as possible.”

 The door to where the pilots sat was open. Forrest could easily see the two men inside checking gauges and dials in preparation for the flight. As their departure time approached, one man stood up to close the door. Before he did, he and Forrest caught each other’s eye.

The man was the captain of the plane, and he stood at the doorway briefly. At about thirty-five years old, the man had a dash of gray hair around his temples. His defined rugged, handsome face was made even more spectacular by his hazel sparkling eyes and neatly trimmed beard. He was definitely a man who knew his way around the gym as his uniform revealed itself to be tightly snug in all the right places. A quick wink at Forrest signaled that the flight would be on its way soon.

Forrest swooned and was disappointed that he would be locked away behind a door just a mere ten feet away. He thought I’d love to see more of that sexy man in uniform! Hopefully, he won’t stay hidden the whole flight.

***

The plane took off without a hitch, and Forrest quickly settled into all the offered amenities of first-class. The impressive legroom, warm towels, champagne, and the selection of movies were terrific. Forrest was excited and surprised to see all his favorite LGBT titles in the line-up of films – eCUPID, THE 10 YEAR PLAN, and many others made for hours of excellent viewing.

After a hearty, delicious meal, a call from the captain summoned the flight attendant to the front of the plane. Forrest couldn’t help but wonder if the deep, sensual voice he heard over the PA system belonged to the sexy pilot he saw earlier? Perhaps he had just watched too many gay romance films, but the promise that the man he was listening to was the silver-haired fox flying the plane turned him on.

The attendant disappeared behind the door in the front of the plane briefly, and shortly after that, the hunky captain emerged.

He politely stated to the attendant who stood guard at the front of the plane. ” I just need to stretch my legs. I’ll only take a minute.”

Forrest’s eyes were fixated on the hot man in uniform as he continued to provide a spectacular display of bending, stretching, and leaning over. Forrest wasn’t aware he was staring the entire time, but it was clear to the captain that he now had a fan.

Once he completed his calisthenics, he politely asked Forrest, “Are you enjoying the flight?”

Forrest was quick to answer, “Oh, yes, yes, sir. It’s great. It was just made even better seeing that we are in the hands of such an impressive pilot.”

The captain smiled at Forrest, “I’m happy that you have every confidence in me. I’ll be sure to make sure that your trip is comfortable.” The captain respectfully nodded as he gave one last stretch and returned to the cockpit.

As the captain disappeared behind the cabin door, Forrest looked down on his flat-screen and noticed a particularly racy scene on pause from one of the movies. It was a scene where two men were engaged in a passionate kiss.

Well, if there was any question of whether I was gay or not, this certainly told him everything he needed to know. He chuckled to himself, slightly embarrassed at what had just happened.

About an hour later and hundreds of miles closer to the destination, the plane was now mid-way over the Atlantic Ocean. An electric crackle from the intercom signaled that the captain was about to address the passengers again, “Soon, we’ll be dimming the cabin lights for the night. Feel free to move around the cabin; just be mindful of the passengers sleeping around you. It looks like we’ll be arriving on time at about six am local time.”

Forrest thought, Good idea, I definitely should get some shut-eye, so I’m well-rested and fresh for when I arrive for tomorrow’s photo shoot.

As he pressed the release on his seat so that he could recline into a flat, bed-like position, he could hear a sharp snapping sound, followed by a metal clang.

That sounded bad. Did I break it?

Forrest attempted to recline once again but with no luck. It was clear to him that something was broken. He was clueless as to how this high-tech chair reclined. Careful to not bother his nearby guests, he reached up and pressed the “call button” for the flight attendant for help.

As he waited for assistance, he noticed that everyone around him was already sleeping. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb anyone’s slumber.

A minute later, the attendant appeared. She was cordial as she inquired about how she could help.

“Sorry to bother you with this, but my seat seems to be stuck. I’ve tried to recline it, but it won’t budge. Maybe I’m doing something wrong?” She seemed all too familiar with the problem as she told him, “If you’ll just excuse me, I have to reach over you to release the lock.” As the young woman bent over Forrest, she did her best to avoid an awkward position, politely explaining what she was doing and why. “Ordinarily, I’d ask the passenger to stand in the Isle while I did this, but we don’t want to bother those around you who are sleeping.”

She forced the seat, but it wasn’t going to budge. The more she pushed the more obstinate the mechanism that reclined the seat became. She then adjusted herself to get a more leveraged position on the chair. As she braced herself, she unknowingly placed her hand squarely on Forrest’s crotch.

Forrest wasn’t sure how to react to the situation. He didn’t want to embarrass the attendant, so he didn’t say anything in hopes that the problem would resolve itself quickly and without any awkwardness. The positioning of the woman’s hand and the pressure being applied to his most sensitive of places forced him to make her aware of what was going on.

He attempted to make light of the innocent mistake by saying, “I’d ordinarily say that you need to buy me dinner before you put your hand there … I guess you kind of already did. The chicken was delicious, by the way.”

The statement confused the attendant, but the reading light above Forrest’s head illuminated the awkward situation.

Once she realized what she was doing, her face dropped. She was shocked and embarrassed.

Forrest attempted to make light of the situation, but the attendant was too embarrassed. She made haste in her departure and disappeared behind the door at the front of the plane.

Oh Gosh, what did I do? The poor woman was mortified. I didn’t mean to embarrass her!

Forrest sat anxiously waiting for her to come out from behind the door. He knew that he’d need to apologize to her for his childish and crude joke.

Rather than the attendant emerging alone, she was accompanied by the captain of the airplane. The attendant hurried down the aisle past him, avoiding any kind of eye contact.

The captain, however, looked directly at Forrest, approaching with a somber look. He spoke softly yet firm. “I heard there’s a problem with your seat.”

Forrest’s breathing became shallow. He panicked as he answered, “No, everything’s fine. No problem here.”

The captain looked intensely at Forrest. “That’s not what I was told.” Concerned, the captain looked around at the other passengers as they slept. “Maybe it’s best for you to just come with me? Take any essential personal items with you.

Forrest tried to hold his composure, but inside he was freaking out. “Hold it. What? What have I done? Take my things? Where am I going? Is the captain going to hand me a parachute and push me out of the plane? His mind reeled.

The captain quietly escorted Forrest to the front of the plane. As they entered the cockpit, Forrest was surprised at how spacious it was than he expected. Lights, gauges, and high-tech equipment were everywhere. Before saying anything, the captain assumed his seat and adjusted the autopilot. He invited Forrest to sit, “Take a seat. My co-pilot is in his bunk below deck, sleeping. You can take the chair next to me. Just, obviously, don’t touch anything.

Forrest complied. He couldn’t help feel like he was summoned to the principal’s office and was about to get a scolding for what happened. He readied himself to explain what had transpired but was surprised by an unexpected giggle. “I hope my attendant didn’t hurt you back there. She told me what happened. I found it quite amusing. I appreciate how diplomatic you were about the whole thing. Most passengers would have handled that a different way.”

Forrest was shocked as he replied, “So, I’m not in trouble? You didn’t bring me up here to scold me?”

The twinkle in the captain’s eye assured him that there would be no punishment to follow. He continued, “Oh my, no. I brought you up here to thank you. But also, to tell you that there’s a spare bunk below deck reserved for a third pilot should there be one on board. It’s vacant if you want to use it. Just please don’t mention it to anyone. The FCC would have my hide if they knew that an unlicensed passenger used the captain’s sleep quarters.”

Forrest was relieved that everything was fine and the situation with the attendant was not a problem. The confident and kind way the captain handled the situation made him appear even sexier to Forrest than before. Watching this handsome, muscular stud in uniform fly the plane was the hottest thing he had seen in a long time. He couldn’t help himself to ask, “So, when you get up from your seat, do you use the autopilot? How long can it fly the plane without you needing to attend to it?”

The captain suspected that he knew where this line of questioning was going. “We call it “George.” George can take the plane to our destination safely. The truth of the matter is that unless there’s a problem, the only thing I’m needed for is take-off and landings. Based on our flight path, we aren’t touching down for another four hours.”

Forrest smirked as he inquired, “Well, perhaps you could show me that bunk you mentioned underneath. Can it accommodate two?”

The pilot laughed as he swung his chair so that it now faced Forrest. “No. The area below is designed for just one. You’re sitting in the most spacious area of the plane, next to the passenger compartment, that is.”

Forrest wasted no time in leaning forward towards the captain, “I was told that your airline is known as the ‘friendly skies.’ I’m curious as to just how friendly they get?” His hand was now firmly resting solidly between the pilot’s legs, similar to where the attendant had hers earlier on him.

The captain didn’t seem to object. He reclined a bit as he gave Forrest a wry smile.

Forrest took the initiative as he pressed his lips against the captain’s willing mouth. His hand now wrapped firmly around the captain’s impressive piece of equipment.

Forrest couldn’t help but tease the captain with a pun, “Now I know why they call where you sit the cockpit.”

The captain was enjoying this unexpected mid-air encounter.

Forrest continued, “I don’t want to tell you how to delegate your job, but you may want to ask George to take over for a bit.”

The captain wholeheartedly agreed and reached over to engaged the system that would fly the plane for the next two hours of the trip.

Forrest knew the captain was in command of the plane, but he’d be in control of the captain until they landed. He earned his wings that evening and achieved platinum status as a member of the mile-high club.

He was able to take his seat in the main cabin before the captain turned on the cabin lights, and breakfast was served. None of the nearby passengers were aware of his absence or that his chair was broken.

The flight landed perfectly, and Forrest made haste to his modeling appointment. So much for showing up at his first job with a photographer well-rested. He hoped that the photographer would help out a bit of makeup to make him look fresh.

Whatever happened at the shoot, Forrest didn’t mind how he looked. All he could think about was how excited he was for the flight home!

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The Sexy Soap Star

Hudson sat at his computer, putting the finishing touches on a video he was editing. He was a self-taught filmmaker and an aspiring director. He had moved to Los Angeles five years earlier to pursue a career as an actor. His thick sandy blonde hair and green eyes made him a striking and attractive man. Hudson had wholesome, midwestern good looks and an impressive, strong body from working on a farm. He was undoubtedly movie-star material. But, in a town like Hollywood, he was one in a thousand handsome, muscular men.

As Hudson prepared to upload his video online, his ex-boyfriend, Todd, burst in the door with the usual bravado that accompanied his entrances. “I found the most amazing yard sale in Beverly Hills today! I couldn’t help myself; I bought everything they’d sell me. Now, all the old stuff in this apartment’s gotta go!”

“Hang on a minute!” Hudson exclaimed, “There’s nothing wrong with this stuff. We bought all this together. Plus, where’d you get the money to buy all new things?”

Todd turned on the charm as he cozied up to Hudson, “Our décor is all old. I figured we’d split the cost. Listen, babe, trust me, it’s stunning furniture.”

Hudson quickly became agitated since trust was a luxury that Todd no longer could afford. He sharply replied, “I stopped being your ‘babe’ when I caught you cheating on me. Plus, I’m only living here until I find another place to go. I’m certainly not planning to sell my furniture or live here much longer.”

Todd’s tone instantly got defensive, “Well, it’s been six months since we broke up, and you’re still here. If you want to continue living here, I’m going to redecorate, and you need to pay for half of it.” Hudson was again reminded why he ended it with Todd, who was a narcissist and selfish to the core.

Hudson hated the fact that he was stuck living with his ex-boyfriend. Todd knew that he couldn’t afford his own apartment, and finding a new roommate would take a while.

Hudson suppressed his agitation and replied in a calm voice, “Can I at least see the stuff that you plan on buying? If I’m coming up with half the money, I’d like to know at least what I’m paying for.”

Todd knew he won the argument and was happily making a small concession so that he could get what he wanted. “Here’s the address to the yard sale. The gal who is selling the stuff’s name is Sarah. Just ask her to show you what I had put aside for me.”

Hudson knew his choices were limited. Best to see what Todd bought and how much this re-decoration was going to cost him. Maybe he could strike a better deal?

Hudson jumped into his old jeep and began following the GPS into the heart of Beverly Hills. The apartment buildings soon disappeared, being replaced by sprawling, beautiful homes. Luscious green lawns, palm tree-lined streets, and expensive cars became a common sight. Finally, he arrived at his destination.

Could this be the place? Hudson wondered as he pulled up to a magnificent house. He swallowed hard as he approached the door. These people were wealthy. Why would they be interested with the few measly dollars a garage sale would get them?

A mighty bang from the brass knockers on the door signaled that he was at the entrance.

Hudson was convinced that this magnificent house couldn’t possibly be selling things cheaply on the front lawn. Todd either gave him the wrong address, or he sent him on a wild goose chase just to mess with him.

The grand wooden door swung open, and rather than a flirty young woman as expected stood a ridiculously hot young man. Hudson needed to catch his breath. He had seen his share of gorgeous studs in Hollywood, but this guy was next-level gorgeous.

“Hi, Can I help you?” the smoldering stranger asked.  Hudson fought to regain his composure.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m at the wrong house. I was looking for someone named Sarah who was having a yard sale.”

“Ah, Sarah!” he replied. “She just left. She’s my best friend. She split right after the sale ended. I could probably help you.”

Hudson was confused but happy that he was in the right place. He explained, “My boyfriend, well, rather, my ex-boyfriend said he bought a bunch of stuff from her. I was hoping I could check it out before he picked it up.”

“Got it,” the sexy man at the door replied. “Come in. Let’s get this sorted out. My name’s, Banks. This is my place. I was the one having the sale.”

Hudson thought before he spoke. Banks? Like Banks Bridgeton, from the TV soap opera, “Fire and Desire?”

Banks escorted him into the house as he turned and asked, “Can I get you something? An iced tea, perhaps?”

Hudson politely declined as he cleared his throat, needing to ask the obvious question. “If this is your place, why was she having a garage sale? Especially in this neighborhood?”

Banks chuckled as he answered, “Sarah was just helping me with the sale. My publicist said it wasn’t a good idea for me to be seen having a sale on my front lawn. You know, someone comes by and takes pictures and Instagram’s me. Sometimes it gets weird when people think you’re famous and rich.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Hudson blurted out, “Think?! You ARE famous and rich!”

Banks laughed heartily, “I’m just a soap opera actor. The last few years have been good to me, but I’m far from rich… and famous.”

Hudson still wasn’t convinced as he continued, “Well, looking at this house, you’re certainly, not poor.” Pausing briefly, “Sorry about that … are you poor?” He now wondered as the words spilled out of his mouth.

Banks was enjoying the uninhibited conversation between them as he explained, “This isn’t my stuff. It’s my ex-boyfriend’s. The house is mine, but the furniture is his.” Banks suddenly stopped. His tone and demeanor were now somber and a bit sad. “We were together for a while, but recently I discovered that he was quite the player.” He continued, “I’ll put up with a lot, but I won’t tolerate being cheated on and lied to, which was exactly what he was doing.”

Hudson agreed loudly, “Amen to that! The same thing happened to me.”

Banks knew he was not alone in his heartache. “So, your boyfriend cheated on you too?” He inquired as he sat down on the oversized, plush couch, inviting Hudson to join him.

“Yup. I thought he was trustworthy and loyal, but three years later, I learned that he was sleeping with everyone but me.”

Bank’s large, sweet eyes expressed the pain he had been feeling for a while now but hadn’t discussed with anyone. “Yup, my heart was shattered. That’s why I told him to leave. He moved back to New York. This all belongs to him. I certainly don’t want it. I asked Sarah to help me get rid of it.”

Hudson bluntly stated, “Men. Can’t live with them, can’t bury them under the Azalea bush.” The two men chuckled as they both recognized the statement as a line from their favorite film.

They both stood there an impossibly long time, starring into each other’s eyes. They were feeling an unusual excitement between them. Finally, Hudson broke the silence.

“I should check out that furniture. I’d like to see what I’m supposed to be purchasing.”

Banks responded quickly, “Of course, let me show you around. I believe Sarah put all your stuff in the guest bedroom.”

As the two men made their way through the impressive home, Hudson couldn’t help but comment on the extraordinary pool just outside a pair of ornate French doors. “I’ve always wanted my own pool; it must be great to be able to go for a dip whenever you’d like and not have all the neighbors staring at you.”

Banks realized just how fortunate he was to have such a spectacular home. “Yes, I have to admit, I’m quite blessed to be able to have my own home.”

Hudson quickly realized why his ex-boyfriend was so excited earlier as they entered the spare room where all the sale items were temporarily stored. An impressive array of lamps, end tables, vases, and other assorted home décor filled the space.

He didn’t need to scrutinize the furniture too closely; based on the items in the collection; it was nothing short of fantastic.

“What do we owe you for all this stuff? My ex never mentioned what it would cost.”

Banks looked at the merchandise in the corner of the room and continued, “Well, he also wanted the bed… I can assure you that the price Sarah gave your ex will be quite different than the one I give you.”

Hudson blushed, “Very kind of you. I appreciate your generosity, but I don’t want to take advantage of your good nature.”

Banks quickly replied, “Please, this stuff all has memories associated with it that I’d rather forget. Especially that bed.”

Hudson admitted, “I understand what you mean. I caught my ex in my bed. I haven’t slept in it ever since.”

Banks knew precisely what he meant. He, too, was still upset from what had happened to him. “Yup. That bed has a lot of bad memories… However …”

Suddenly, Bank’s eyes twinkled in a way that surprised Hudson.

Temptingly, he leaned forward and whispered, “We could make new memories in it if you’d like?”

Hudson let out a nervous and excited laugh. Could it be this smoldering soap stud was seducing him?

Banks couldn’t help himself as he continued. There was something about Hudson that he felt remarkably refreshing, honest, and sexy. “Do you have anything planned for this evening… actually, now? I was just about to order dinner. I’d love the company if you’re available to join me?”

Hudson was surprised at the unexpected invitation but excited at the promise of getting to know this sexy man better. He replied with a shy smile, “Does dinner include a dip in that beautiful pool later?”

Banks wasted no time in answering, “Yup, but you must know that pool a has a very strict dress code.”

Hudson knew that Banks was full-on flirting with him, so he decided to tease back. “I have to warn you. I don’t have an extensive wardrobe.”

Banks winked as he replied, “That’s okay, the wardrobe is; no wardrobe. It’s more of an ‘undress’ code.”

Hudson couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Banks was way too hot not to take him up on his sexual advances. The two men grabbed the other passionately as they locked lips, falling backward on the bed together. Banks peeled off his shirt to reveal a sculpted, muscular chest with a light smattering of dark chest hairs. Hudson reciprocated as he opened his shirt and unfastened his pants.

Banks stated with a heavy breath as he too peeled off his jeans. “I have a feeling that I’m going to want to keep this bed after tonight, as well as the man that’s currently in it.”

That night the two men not only made wonderful new memories in that bed but also waited for dawn to arrive in the hot tub. Banks sold Hudson’s ex-boyfriend everything he requested from the sale but kept the bed… and Hudson for himself.

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