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The Muscular Mechanic

Dawson couldn’t wait to get out into the world and experience life. A recent graduate from Encino College, he desperately wanted to be on his own and independent. He was a cute young man in an innocent, newly minted way with a boyish look, a slight build, and a freckled complexion.

His passion was literature, and he aspired to be a writer. His favorite professor instructed him, “Before you write, you must first live.” Dawson took his advice to heart, and as soon as he graduated, he packed his bags and set forth on a grand quest across the U.S.

A quick set of goodbyes to family and friends, he headed out of California and east so that he could experience “America.”

As Dawson drove across the lush plains of the desert, a sense of independence came over him. The city disappeared, giving way to long stretches of open road. Nothing stood before him and to either side of his vehicle laid nothing but shrubs and sand. The mountains in the distance took his breath away. “For purple mountain majesties, Above the fruited plain” now made sense to him as he witnessed the colored hues of the distant peaks surrounding him.

It was a full day before he needed to fill up his tank with gas.  Wow, these hybrid cars go quite a long time without refueling, he thought. In the distance stood a small filling station, a diner, and a garage. Looks like something out of a John Steinbeck novel. This tiny town couldn’t be more picturesque if Norman Rockwell painted it. He chuckled to himself as he pulled off the road.

The gas station was sparse, with only a smattering of sixteen-wheelers refueling. A dozen local shops made up the center of the city. If it weren’t for a few cars parked randomly on the street, one would think this was a ghost town.

Dawson filled his tank then parked his car next to the diner. As he entered the classic, aluminum, midcentury eatery, the small town’s history presented itself to him. Faded framed photos of the area and the locals who lived there hung from the walls in various, slightly crooked positions.

“Welcome. Menus in front of you. Have a seat, and I’ll be back to get your order,” said the salty middle-aged waitress as she attended to the only other patron in the establishment.

As Dawson looked over the oversized, laminated menu, his eyes wandered over to the man the waitress was serving. He couldn’t help but be captivated by the pair of locals who exchanged familiar pleasantries. It was apparent that they have been friends for a while. The waitress looked as if she lived a tired, long, hard life; the other patron told a very different story. He was a strapping fellow in his early thirties and ruggedly handsome. He wore old jeans and a surprisingly tight white tank top that showed off his large, imposing arms. His long wavy hair and thick beard perfectly framed his attractive face. Dawson tried not to stare, but he found it almost impossible to keep his eyes off this sizeable, sexy stranger.

“Have you decided what you’d like, son?” She asked as she approached with her notepad poised. Dawson chuckled as he thought, “Yes, and he’s sitting right over there.”

As clever as Dawson thought he was at disguising his interests in the man at the far end of the counter, the salty waitress couldn’t help but offer up some information about the other patron dining in the establishment. “Shame you’re driving that fancy car. Leo over there is our resident mechanic. Wouldn’t be the worst luck you if you broke down in these parts.” She said with a wry smile and a wink.

Apparently, Dawson wasn’t as subtle as he thought with his continuous glances down at the far end of the counter. Because five minutes after the waitress’s comment, the man sitting there got up off from his perch and headed over towards Dawson. As he approached, his silhouette grew even more imposing. His heavy work boots added an inch or two to his height, and his muscular torso became even more evident. A rough voice spoke simply, “Is there something off about me, or are you staring at me for no reason?” Dawson stuttered as he replied. “Sorry, sir, my mind wandered. My imagination often gets the best of me. I didn’t mean to stare. I was just in my head. I’m so sorry!”

The man smiled and introduced himself. “Leo …like the lion. That’s my name. Welcome to our humble town.” Dawson nervously laughed. “You’re certainly imposing. I thought you were coming over here to kick my ass. Not say, hello.”

A chuckle from the waitress across the counter lightened the mood. Leo continued, “We may not be pretty around here, but we sure are friendly.” Dawson surprised himself with his blunt and flirtatious next statement. “I beg to differ with you. You’re certainly a fine-looking man.”

Careful, Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore. Dawson instantly thought as he tensed up, fearing he may have just overstepped his bounds.

Leo roared with laughter. “Well, thank you. I seem to attract a lot of attention. Mind if I have my dinner over here on this end of the counter with you? Why eat alone?” His deep dark eyes were beyond inviting. Dawson felt drawn to Leo’s lips as if they were magnetized. DAMN, this dude is hot. I want to have this stud for supper! Dawson again caught himself; just play it cool and keep your naughty thoughts to yourself.

Most travelers don’t stop by this diner anymore.” Leo helped himself to a forkful of salad as he continued. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you to our humble town?”

Dawson took a sip of water from the plastic cup recently placed in front of him. “I’m a writer, and I just finished school. I’m on a road trip. No destination, really. I saw this place and thought, ‘that looks like America to me,’ and I figured I’d fuel up and get a bite.”

“Well, if you’re looking for a small-town, you undoubtedly found it,” Leo belted out with a chuckle. “It doesn’t get much smaller than this! Perhaps you’ll permit me to show you some of the local sites after we eat? It’s the least I could do for a young Hemmingway!”

“Yes, please! That sounds awesome!” Dawson replied. Eager to spend time with this massive, sexy hunk.

After dinner, the two men head out to begin their tour of the town. Leo drove a large, black RAM flatbed truck. Indeed, a considerable contrast to Dawson’s small hybrid Prius. “I’ll show you the city center, as well as a few other places that I think you’ll find interesting.” His eyes twinkled as he pulled out his keys and chirped the doors open.

Dawson glanced over at his car, barely peeking out from behind the diner. “If you’ll give me for a minute, I’ll be back soon. I just need to go to my car.” He disappeared as Leo started his engine and searched for the perfect playlist on his phone.

Minutes later, Dawson reappeared and jumped into the truck. “Ready now. I’m excited to learn about the town and your life here.”

“It may not be much, considering what you’re used to in the city, but I think you’ll enjoy it. This town is old, rustic, and authentic – like most people who live here.” He grinned as he slipped his truck into drive and pulled onto a dirt road.

As they drove, Dawson did his best not to be obvious about eyeing Leo up and down. He fought the urge to reach over and run his fingers through his thick mane of luscious hair. His mind wandered as he thought, I’ve never kissed a man with a beard and mustache before. I wonder if I’d enjoy the bristling of his beard on my lips?

Dawson’s daydream was cut short by the sudden stop as they reached their first destination.

It was a massive water tower with the town’s name painted in faded, weathered paint. The tower stood about two hundred feet tall and was located in the middle of nowhere. A small railing circled its top, and a rickety ladder led up to it.

Leo jumped out of the car as he pointed up towards it, “That’s the best view of the town. Shame we can’t climb up there anymore. I wouldn’t trust that ladder.” Dawson agreed as he looked at the rusted old rungs that lead up. “Can’t say it looks like it would hold our weight anymore.”

“Yup,” Leo agreed. “But it did when I was a teenager. That’s the spot where I lost my virginity.” He continued with almost a bashful blush.

“Lucky girl!” Dawson blurted out. The thought of this stud having sex excited him. Before Dawson could apologize for his inappropriate outburst, Leo corrected him. “Lucky guy, you mean. His name was Cal. We were besties at the time. You know teenagers, they get to experimenting.”

Dawson was sweating. He was outside, so he knew the temperature hadn’t increased, yet, suddenly the palms of his hands were damp, and his forehead was flushed.

“Best to keep going. The sun’s setting and there are few more spots to show you before you head back on the road.”

The two men jumped in the truck and headed towards the old hotel.

It was a five-minute drive on a dirt road when they pulled up to a spectacular hotel next to the tracks. A cargo train slowly rolled by, seemingly having no beginning or end to the long row of shipping containers it transported.

“Ever hear of a Harvey girl?” Leo inquired. “They were the hostesses of these hotels. They even made a movie about them! This was one of Fred Harvey’s flagship hotels. Sadly, it recently shut its doors for good.”

The hotel was unusually grand for its location and was ornately beautiful. It was clear that it was a popular destination for travelers in its heyday. Dawson was disappointed to hear it was closed. Spending a night here must have been quite memorable —something he would have enjoyed experiencing and perhaps writing about.

A short walk away was Leo’s doctor’s office. He explained that the old physician in the window working is the same man who delivered him as a baby.

Dawson was touched by how friendly this idyllic small town was. He found it sad how so many travelers passed by it every day, and seemingly none of them would stop to learn what a unique and lovely town it was.

Leo opened the truck door for Dawson. “Night’s coming. I’ve already taken up too much of your time. Let’s get you back and on the road”.

As the two men approached the diner, Dawson could see its’ timeworn sign flicker to life and the friendly, old waitress inside attending to several road-weary truckers.

Leo leaned over and clicked off the radio. A hint of disappointment in his voice from the impending departure of his new buddy, “Guess you’ll be hitting the road now.”

Dawson coyly glanced over, “I guess… Hopefully, my car will start. I may not have mentioned it earlier, but it was a bit temperamental before. That was the reason I stopped at the diner…”

Without missing a beat, Leo gave a decisive nod, “Let me take a look. I’ll happily make sure the car is okay before you head out on the road again”.

The Prius seemed like a child’s toy next to the big, black RAM truck. Leo pulled next to the car, and Dawson jumped to attempt to start the vehicle.  It didn’t take more than a few seconds to see that the dashboard was flashing light a Christmas tree, and the car was deader than a doornail.

“Would you look at that! Good thing you stayed. It looks like your car is kaput!” Leo exclaimed. He wasted no time in pulling a large, powerful flashlight from behind the seat. “Why don’t you grab a coffee inside? I’ll look under the hood and see if there’s something I could do.” Dawson graciously accepted his offer to help, and with sincere gratitude, he headed inside the diner to await the verdict on the car.

After several quarters invested in the jukebox and a cup of coffee that was stronger than he had hoped it would be. Leo waved at Dawson from outside to join him. He had isolated the problem and wanted to show him his findings.

Dawson looked at the waitress so that he may pay his tab. The waitress returned his gaze with a smile. “Don’t sweat the coffee. It’s on me. Go see what he’s got to say about your car.” An appreciative smile was all the waitress needed from Dawson as she winked in return.

The sizable diner windows casting a warm glow that perfectly lit Leo’s tone, firm, tight butt as he leaned over the side of the car towards the engine. “Well, doctor, will the patient survive?” Dawson joked as he swooned at the sight in front of him.

Leo emerged from under the hood as he answered, wiping his hands with a rag removing a bit of grime and grease from the engine. “I got good news, and I got bad news… The bad news is that the cable that your car needs will take a few days to get in from town. I’ll have to special order it online. The good news is that I found the identical cable that you need in the trash behind the diner, and I can have it installed in a few minutes.”

Dawson answered carefully, “Well, I’m okay with waiting a couple of days if you’d like to order a new cable.”

Leo smiled in agreement with his decision. “Yup, you can’t be too careful about things you find in the trash. Best to have a brand new one for your journey.”

Dawson proceeded, unsure how this would go. “Now the problem of where to stay. It’s a shame that beautiful hotel is no longer open.”

Leo again wasted no time in his reply. “With that hotel gone, there’s pretty much nothing around here for miles. I can’t let you sleep in your car. That certainly wouldn’t be neighborly. If you’d like, you’ll be welcome to stay with me.”

Dawson fought the urge to sound excited, “That’s very kind of you. Are you sure you’ve got the room at your place?”

Leo head back to his truck to put his tools away as he continued, “It’s a big bed; I’ve always found that whoever stays in it has a good evening. Although, I can’t promise they leave well-rested in the morning.”

“Who needs sleep? Who even needs a bed? …Your truck is the size of my apartment in Los Angeles!” Dawson exclaimed.

Leo’s face lit up as he evaluated his surroundings, calculating how much privacy they had, “I couldn’t agree more. Why wait till we get back to my place?”

With that, Leo grabbed Dawson like he was a toy, his mighty hands placed firmly around him as he lifted him with a mighty heave. Leo’s mouth aggressively pressed against Dawson’s hungry lips in an instant. The two men consumed each other in an explosion of passion that neither had ever known before. Dawson’s hands reached out to feel this mammoth man who was about to be on top of him. His hands quivered as they brushed Leo’s powerful pectoral muscles and ripped chiseled abs underneath his shirt.

You could easily crush someone with those massive arms and formidable chest.

Leo breathed his reply in Dawson’s ear, “You may need to keep me in check. I don’t want to hurt you.” Dawson replied with an eager smirk, “Don’t worry about it. Fortunately, I know where your doctor’s office is.” Leo appreciated Dawson’s fearless and adventurous nature.

Leo’s beard was brushing against Dawson’s face as he kissed him even deeper than before. Dawson attempted to decide which was hotter, the bushy beard brushing up against his face or the strong, powerful pelvis grinding against him in the back of a truck. Why choose which feels better? They’re both freaking awesome! Dawson promised himself just to enjoy the experience as he made mental notes for the chapter about Leo he’d be writing in his book!

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Baywatch Bro

It was the first day of Summer, and Dane couldn’t be more excited to be going to work.  Not because he had a great job …because he didn’t. It was because he would get to see Lawrence, the super-hot lifeguard at the beach where he worked.

Dane was an eighteen-year-old native Californian. His mixed ethnic background gave him a dark, adorable appearance, and his large, light brown eyes contrasted spectacularly with his rich dark hair. His slight frame and youthful looks made him fall more in the “adorable” category rather than the “hunky” category that Lawrence fell solidly into.

Dane’s job was to cook at the burger stand at the beach, where Lawrence was the head lifeguard.

He first saw Lawrence was last year when he started the job. Lawrence and his buddy, another lifeguard, had dined regularly at the stand where Dane worked.

Lawrence’s body was tight, trim, and golden from sitting in the sun. He had a long torso covered with the ideal amount of hair and a handsome, masculine face.

While the two lifeguards sat nearby at lunch, both shirtless wearing only their skimpy red shorts, Dane would steal glances at the men. Often Lawrence would catch him looking at him. Dane’s bashful grin and a hasty return to his job usually followed their eyes meeting.

At lunch, Lawrence wouldn’t order anything from the stand, unlike his companion, Cole, who was the younger of the two lifeguards. Cole would regularly order a double-decker burger, chili fries, and coke.

Dane looked forward to lunchtime when they’d come by to dine. As hard as he tried to pay attention to his work, he found it impossible to keep his eyes off the two sun-drenched hunks sitting a mere fifteen feet away.

He was never formally was introduced to Lawrence since it was always Cole who ordered his food from Dane, but all the same, he knew that Lawrence was the perfect guy for him.

The summer ended, and Dane went back to school. Hoping that when he returned to the burger stand, Lawrence would once again be the head lifeguard, and perhaps, this was the year he’d finally get to meet him.

***

The winter was now over, and a new summer was upon them. Would Lawrence be the lifeguard again? Dane couldn’t wait to find out!

It was the Fourth of July weekend and the first day back on the job, and due to the heat spell, the beach was surprisingly busy. It was barely noon when Dane received a call in his kitchen.

“Hi, is this the burger stand? I’m calling from the lifeguard stand…” Dane had never heard Lawrence speak. Could it be him? The deep, sexy, masculine timbre of the voice instantly made Dane weak-in-the-knees.

“Yes, this is the burger stand. Can I help you?”

“Hi. Yes! I was wondering, did you work there last summer?”

Dane’s heart skipped. His voice cracked as he quickly answered. “Yup, that’s me!” Did you say you’re the lifeguard?”

Dane tried to keep his cool.

“Yup, I’m Lawrence, I was wondering… uh…” a pause seemed to indicated that the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly forgot why they called. A quick recovery asked the question, “…do you deliver?”

“Hmmm?” Dane didn’t expect that question; no one ever asked him for delivery before.

The voice on the phone continued, clearly picking up on the pause and change of pitch in Dane’s voice. “Well, it’s tough for me to leave the lifeguard booth. The budget cuts at the beach mean that I’m the only one working the afternoon shift now. I was wondering if maybe, you could come by and bring some food?”

Dane paused and answered, “Well, I guess since you’re only 100 feet away, I could hang a “back in five minutes” sign out and carry it over.”

The voice on the other end of the phone was kind, sweet, and very excited. “You’ll bring it over? That would be wonderful!”

How could I say no to this sexy hunk of a man? Heck, I’ve been fantasizing about seeing him all winter. I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to meet him. “Sure, I’ll bring it by. What would you like?”

Another pause as if he wasn’t sure what to order, then quickly asked for “a double burger, chili fries, and a coke.”

Dane was confused. Who was on the phone? Which lifeguard? Dane remembered that only one of the guys would order and eat the burger and fries while the other would just sit there and keep him company. Could it be that this was not the lifeguard he hoped it would be?

Dane took the order and, although suddenly disappointed, politely replied, “Give me fifteen minutes, and I’ll bring it right over.”

“Thanks, no rush!” The voice thanked him as it hung up the phone. Dane hung up as well and stood by the register, pondering who he just spoke to.

Well, I guess I’ll see soon enough which lifeguard just ordered lunch. Best to get the burger cooked before this place gets packed.

Dane quickly finished preparing the food and lovingly packed it to go. He then placed a “Back in 5 minutes” sign on the door as he headed over to the lifeguard stand.

The sun was brilliant. The hot sand felt delightful as it slipped through Dane’s flip-flops as he made his way towards the lifeguard stand.

As Dane approached the weathered, wooden booth, he could see a hulking silhouette standing shirtless at the edge of the railing’s overlook.

Without warning, as if he knew he was being watched, the man turned to see Dane standing at the far end of the entrance ramp. The man cast an impressive figure as the warm wind blew his hair, and the bright sun engulfed his barely clad body. Other than his official red trunks, he wore nothing but a whistle.

The lifeguard turned and smiled as he asked, “Are you, Dane? It’s so nice to meet you finally. Is that the food?” Dane nodded. The site of this sexy lifeguard rendered him speechless. Dane was thrilled that this was indeed the stud he lusted for last summer.

Lawrence made his way down from his watchtower. “I remember you from last year. I visited your stand with my buddy while he ate lunch.”

Dane wasn’t sure what to say. His mind kept repeating, play it cool. Don’t be a dork!

“Yup, that was me! Here’s your food.”

Lawrence took the package and drink while reaching for his small canvas wallet to pay, “Awesome. What do I owe you?”

“Ten bucks will do it,” Dane answered as he could feel himself overheating as he took in the sight of Lawrence glistening in the sun. He could now smell the zinc and suntan lotion that covered the lifeguard’s face and body. The combination of smells, plus his sweat and the saltwater, made Dane even more turned on.

Lawrence looked him squarely in the eyes as he handed him twenty dollars. “I don’t need change. Consider it a delivery fee. I appreciate you bringing this by. The two young men stood there a seemingly impossibly long time before Dane answered. “Not a problem. Thanks for the tip. Anytime you want lunch, just let me know.”

Lawrence thought a second, then replied. “How about tomorrow? Could you bring the same order by tomorrow?”

Dane answered, “Sure, I could do that. I better get back now. Like you, I’m the only one working, and I shouldn’t leave my post.” Lawrence suddenly looked alarmed. “Shoot! Yes, me too, I’m a lifeguard – I’m on duty!” he laughed at himself, both embarrassed and amused.

For the next two months, like clockwork Dane brought Lawrence his lunch, all the time, stealing a few moments to gaze upon him before signaling that he had arrived with the food. Lawrence would run down the ramp from the lifeguard stand, smile, grab the food and return to his post. The two men barely had a minute to exchange pleasantries.

The end of the summer approached. Soon the concession stand would close for the winter, and the crowds would be gone.

Even though it was almost fall, the day was an unusual scorcher. The temperatures broke records, as did the attendance at the beach. Dane tried to get ahead of his orders, but the crowds were too much for him to handle. It seemed that half the town was at the beach that day and everyone was hungry.

Finally, late in the afternoon, he was able to slip away for a few minutes to take Lawrence his lunch.

Is he still hungry? He wondered; I hope he still wants the food; he’s probably just as busy as I was today. Dane quickly packed up the burger, fries, and coke and rushed to the lifeguard stand.

As he approached the stand, he noticed something was different today. He could see the handsome man standing at attention at the viewing platform was someone other than Lawrence. As he ascended the ramp, the man called out in a stern voice, “You can’t come up here. Lifeguards only!”

Dane decided to be polite to the rude lifeguard. “I’m from the burger stand. I’m here bringing Lawrence his lunch. I guess he’s not working today.”

“Oh, well, still you can’t come up here.” He repeated, but this time with a softer, more forgiving tone. “He’s here. Today was insane, so they called me in a few hours early to help him out. I’m Rolfe.”

“What should I do with Lawrence’s lunch? I’m super sorry I’m late bringing it by. Things got crazy at the burger stand today.”

Rolfe kept his eyes on the water for swimmers in trouble. Without even glancing back towards Dane, he instructed, “Just toss it in the bin. He never eats it anyway. I have no clue why he even orders it”.

Dane grew angry. Not only is it a waste of food, but his time as well. Why would he make him cook it, then cross the hot sand to bring it to him every day when he’s only going to toss it in the trash?

Rolfe continued, “Lawrence is with that couple over there. She swam too far out. He’ll be right back.”

From Dane’s vantage point, he could see him kneeling over a young woman helping her regain her composure from a harrowing experience. He was wet and out of breath from swimming out quickly and towing the young woman back.

Dane rethought whether this was the time and place to confront him. Maybe he shouldn’t make a scene, but hell, he wanted answers!

Just as he contemplated whether or not he should leave, Lawrence got up and walked back to the lifeguard stand.

Dane almost forgot how angry he was at him. There was no denying that he enjoyed watching every step of this muscular, sexy man walking towards him. His clinking, wet, tight lifeguard shorts clung to his body, revealing what a healthy and impressive man he was. Dane was hypnotized by the way his abs, shoulders, and chest moved as he walked towards him. Nope, he wasn’t going anywhere until he got to watch this hulking stud walk up to him so that he may confront him about what was going on.

“Hello! Did you bring the food by? Thank you so much!” Lawrence excitedly greeted him with his dripping wet, golden hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Dane held his composure as he stood his ground and asserted. “I brought your lunch and left it with Rolfe. It’ll be ten dollars.” Lawrence was surprised by Dane’s unexpected behavior. He had brought the same order by for two months now, and every time, Lawrence gave him $20. Why was he now being so curt and formal?

“Let me get my wallet,” Lawrence replied before inquiring, “Is everything okay? You seem upset”.

“I’m glad you asked that,” Dane stated as he stood firm in his position. “Rolfe told me that you never eat the food you order; in fact, you just toss it in the trash. Do you have any idea what a hassle it is for me to cook it and bring it over to you every day?” Lawrence instantly looked like a scolded puppy. His eyes were sad, and his head hung in shame. It was apparent, he was playing some kind of game, and now he was busted. “I’m so sorry. You’re right. It was terrible for me to do that to you. I apologize”

Dane felt better after the apology. But still, the question remained. Why did he do it? Dane further inquired as to the reason he ordered lunch every day just to toss it in the bin.”

Lawrence did his best to make eye contact with Dane, but he couldn’t look him directly in the face. “I asked you to come by every day in hopes of asking you out. Day after day, you stopped by, but we never really got a minute to talk. I never got to ask you out on a date.”

Dane burst out in disbelief. “You’re kidding me.”

Lawrence’s face revealed that he was serious.

Dane, still not convinced, simply stated. “Well, if you want to go out with me. All you have to do is ask.”

Lawrence looked up from the sand with a surprisingly bashful gaze. “What about tonight? When are you done at the grill? Maybe we could get a drink so I could properly say, I’m sorry?”

Dane smiled as he did his best to play it cool, “I’m not done till sunset.”

Lawrence was quick to reply, “My shift is over at four, but I’ll hang out and wait for you. Why don’t you meet me at the lifeguard stand when you’re done?”

“DUDE, what are you doing? I need you here on patrol.” Rolfe yelled across the beach.

Both Lawrence and Dane realized the time and how long he’d been away from their posts. “I’ve got to get back to the grill now. But yes, after work, I’ll stop by the lifeguard stand to see you.”

“See you then!” Lawrence replied with a big smile. Dane couldn’t believe that he landed a date this evening. He rushed back to the grill to finish up his day and clean up as quickly as he could.

Closing time couldn’t come quick enough. The afternoon was gone, and sunset approached. No more customers at the grill, and Dane finished up his work early. He did his best to tidy himself up after a long day flipping burgers and lock up.

Dane made his way through the sand and up to the lifeguard stand. As he reached the top of the plank, he could see that the large viewing window was closed, but the door was slightly open.  He called out to Lawrence as he cautiously entered the small wooden room atop the stilts.

Inside the booth hung twinkling-colored lights. A makeshift bar was built in the corner, and an assortment of fresh fruits covered a floral table cloth.

Lawrence wore an open button-down shirt and surfer shorts. “I hope you like rum… and tacky tiki decorations.” Lawrence chuckled as he opened the viewing window of the booth.

“There’s nothing more beautiful than the ocean at sunset. I thought you might enjoy the view from up here. Just listen to those waves.”

“Is this always like this in here?” Dane asked, trying to make sense of the adorable decorations and colored lights.

“Is my lifeguard booth a bar? They’d kill me if they saw this. I just thought that after you worked all day in a hot kitchen. The cool ocean air and a refreshing cocktail would be nice.”

Dane was shocked and delighted at the thought, and effort Lawrence put into their date.

“Get you a cocktail?” he asked. Dane shook his head “no” as he replied flirtatiously. “There’s only one thing I want on these lips right now… and that’s YOU.

Lawrence laughed as he put down his daiquiri. He was all too happy to comply.

Both of the men agreed — the drinks could wait!

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A Very Hot Summer

It was the first day of Summer, and Dane couldn’t be more excited to be going to work.  Not because he had a great job …because he didn’t. It was because he would get to see Lawrence, the super-hot lifeguard at the beach where he worked.

Dane was an eighteen-year-old native Californian. His mixed ethnic background gave him a dark, adorable appearance, and his large, light brown eyes contrasted spectacularly with his rich dark hair. His slight frame and youthful looks made him fall more in the “adorable” category rather than the “hunky” category that Lawrence fell solidly into.

Dane’s job was to cook at the burger stand at the beach, where Lawrence was the head lifeguard.

He first saw Lawrence was last year when he started the job. Lawrence and his buddy, another lifeguard, had dined regularly at the stand where Dane worked.

Lawrence’s body was tight, trim, and golden from sitting in the sun. He had a long torso covered with the ideal amount of hair and a handsome, masculine face.

While the two lifeguards sat nearby at lunch, both shirtless wearing only their skimpy red shorts, Dane would steal glances at the men. Often Lawrence would catch him looking at him. Dane’s bashful grin and a hasty return to his job usually followed their eyes meeting.

At lunch, Lawrence wouldn’t order anything from the stand, unlike his companion, Cole, who was the younger of the two lifeguards. Cole would regularly order a double-decker burger, chili fries, and coke.

Dane looked forward to lunchtime when they’d come by to dine. As hard as he tried to pay attention to his work, he found it impossible to keep his eyes off the two sun-drenched hunks sitting a mere fifteen feet away.

He was never formally was introduced to Lawrence since it was always Cole who ordered his food from Dane, but all the same, he knew that Lawrence was the perfect guy for him.

The summer ended, and Dane went back to school. Hoping that when he returned to the burger stand, Lawrence would once again be the head lifeguard, and perhaps, this was the year he’d finally get to meet him.

***

The winter was now over, and a new summer was upon them. Would Lawrence be the lifeguard again? Dane couldn’t wait to find out!

It was the Fourth of July weekend and the first day back on the job, and due to the heat spell, the beach was surprisingly busy. It was barely noon when Dane received a call in his kitchen.

“Hi, is this the burger stand? I’m calling from the lifeguard stand…” Dane had never heard Lawrence speak. Could it be him? The deep, sexy, masculine timbre of the voice instantly made Dane weak-in-the-knees.

“Yes, this is the burger stand. Can I help you?”

“Hi. Yes! I was wondering, did you work there last summer?”

Dane’s heart skipped. His voice cracked as he quickly answered. “Yup, that’s me!” Did you say you’re the lifeguard?”

Dane tried to keep his cool.

“Yup, I’m Lawrence, I was wondering… uh…” a pause seemed to indicated that the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly forgot why they called. A quick recovery asked the question, “…do you deliver?”

“Hmmm?” Dane didn’t expect that question; no one ever asked him for delivery before.

The voice on the phone continued, clearly picking up on the pause and change of pitch in Dane’s voice. “Well, it’s tough for me to leave the lifeguard booth. The budget cuts at the beach mean that I’m the only one working the afternoon shift now. I was wondering if maybe, you could come by and bring some food?”

Dane paused and answered, “Well, I guess since you’re only 100 feet away, I could hang a “back in five minutes” sign out and carry it over.”

The voice on the other end of the phone was kind, sweet, and very excited. “You’ll bring it over? That would be wonderful!”

How could I say no to this sexy hunk of a man? Heck, I’ve been fantasizing about seeing him all winter. I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to meet him. “Sure, I’ll bring it by. What would you like?”

Another pause as if he wasn’t sure what to order, then quickly asked for “a double burger, chili fries, and a coke.”

Dane was confused. Who was on the phone? Which lifeguard? Dane remembered that only one of the guys would order and eat the burger and fries while the other would just sit there and keep him company. Could it be that this was not the lifeguard he hoped it would be?

Dane took the order and, although suddenly disappointed, politely replied, “Give me fifteen minutes, and I’ll bring it right over.”

“Thanks, no rush!” The voice thanked him as it hung up the phone. Dane hung up as well and stood by the register, pondering who he just spoke to.

Well, I guess I’ll see soon enough which lifeguard just ordered lunch. Best to get the burger cooked before this place gets packed.

Dane quickly finished preparing the food and lovingly packed it to go. He then placed a “Back in 5 minutes” sign on the door as he headed over to the lifeguard stand.

The sun was brilliant. The hot sand felt delightful as it slipped through Dane’s flip-flops as he made his way towards the lifeguard stand.

As Dane approached the weathered, wooden booth, he could see a hulking silhouette standing shirtless at the edge of the railing’s overlook.

Without warning, as if he knew he was being watched, the man turned to see Dane standing at the far end of the entrance ramp. The man cast an impressive figure as the warm wind blew his hair, and the bright sun engulfed his barely clad body. Other than his official red trunks, he wore nothing but a whistle.

The lifeguard turned and smiled as he asked, “Are you, Dane? It’s so nice to meet you finally. Is that the food?” Dane nodded. The site of this sexy lifeguard rendered him speechless. Dane was thrilled that this was indeed the stud he lusted for last summer.

Lawrence made his way down from his watchtower. “I remember you from last year. I visited your stand with my buddy while he ate lunch.”

Dane wasn’t sure what to say. His mind kept repeating, play it cool. Don’t be a dork!

“Yup, that was me! Here’s your food.”

Lawrence took the package and drink while reaching for his small canvas wallet to pay, “Awesome. What do I owe you?”

“Ten bucks will do it,” Dane answered as he could feel himself overheating as he took in the sight of Lawrence glistening in the sun. He could now smell the zinc and suntan lotion that covered the lifeguard’s face and body. The combination of smells, plus his sweat and the saltwater, made Dane even more turned on.

Lawrence looked him squarely in the eyes as he handed him twenty dollars. “I don’t need change. Consider it a delivery fee. I appreciate you bringing this by. The two young men stood there a seemingly impossibly long time before Dane answered. “Not a problem. Thanks for the tip. Anytime you want lunch, just let me know.”

Lawrence thought a second, then replied. “How about tomorrow? Could you bring the same order by tomorrow?”

Dane answered, “Sure, I could do that. I better get back now. Like you, I’m the only one working, and I shouldn’t leave my post.” Lawrence suddenly looked alarmed. “Shoot! Yes, me too, I’m a lifeguard – I’m on duty!” he laughed at himself, both embarrassed and amused.

For the next two months, like clockwork Dane brought Lawrence his lunch, all the time, stealing a few moments to gaze upon him before signaling that he had arrived with the food. Lawrence would run down the ramp from the lifeguard stand, smile, grab the food and return to his post. The two men barely had a minute to exchange pleasantries.

The end of the summer approached. Soon the concession stand would close for the winter, and the crowds would be gone.

Even though it was almost fall, the day was an unusual scorcher. The temperatures broke records, as did the attendance at the beach. Dane tried to get ahead of his orders, but the crowds were too much for him to handle. It seemed that half the town was at the beach that day and everyone was hungry.

Finally, late in the afternoon, he was able to slip away for a few minutes to take Lawrence his lunch.

Is he still hungry? He wondered; I hope he still wants the food; he’s probably just as busy as I was today. Dane quickly packed up the burger, fries, and coke and rushed to the lifeguard stand.

As he approached the stand, he noticed something was different today. He could see the handsome man standing at attention at the viewing platform was someone other than Lawrence. As he ascended the ramp, the man called out in a stern voice, “You can’t come up here. Lifeguards only!”

Dane decided to be polite to the rude lifeguard. “I’m from the burger stand. I’m here bringing Lawrence his lunch. I guess he’s not working today.”

“Oh, well, still you can’t come up here.” He repeated, but this time with a softer, more forgiving tone. “He’s here. Today was insane, so they called me in a few hours early to help him out. I’m Rolfe.”

“What should I do with Lawrence’s lunch? I’m super sorry I’m late bringing it by. Things got crazy at the burger stand today.”

Rolfe kept his eyes on the water for swimmers in trouble. Without even glancing back towards Dane, he instructed, “Just toss it in the bin. He never eats it anyway. I have no clue why he even orders it”.

Dane grew angry. Not only is it a waste of food, but his time as well. Why would he make him cook it, then cross the hot sand to bring it to him every day when he’s only going to toss it in the trash?

Rolfe continued, “Lawrence is with that couple over there. She swam too far out. He’ll be right back.”

From Dane’s vantage point, he could see him kneeling over a young woman helping her regain her composure from a harrowing experience. He was wet and out of breath from swimming out quickly and towing the young woman back.

Dane rethought whether this was the time and place to confront him. Maybe he shouldn’t make a scene, but hell, he wanted answers!

Just as he contemplated whether or not he should leave, Lawrence got up and walked back to the lifeguard stand.

Dane almost forgot how angry he was at him. There was no denying that he enjoyed watching every step of this muscular, sexy man walking towards him. His clinking, wet, tight lifeguard shorts clung to his body, revealing what a healthy and impressive man he was. Dane was hypnotized by the way his abs, shoulders, and chest moved as he walked towards him. Nope, he wasn’t going anywhere until he got to watch this hulking stud walk up to him so that he may confront him about what was going on.

“Hello! Did you bring the food by? Thank you so much!” Lawrence excitedly greeted him with his dripping wet, golden hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Dane held his composure as he stood his ground and asserted. “I brought your lunch and left it with Rolfe. It’ll be ten dollars.” Lawrence was surprised by Dane’s unexpected behavior. He had brought the same order by for two months now, and every time, Lawrence gave him $20. Why was he now being so curt and formal?

“Let me get my wallet,” Lawrence replied before inquiring, “Is everything okay? You seem upset”.

“I’m glad you asked that,” Dane stated as he stood firm in his position. “Rolfe told me that you never eat the food you order; in fact, you just toss it in the trash. Do you have any idea what a hassle it is for me to cook it and bring it over to you every day?” Lawrence instantly looked like a scolded puppy. His eyes were sad, and his head hung in shame. It was apparent, he was playing some kind of game, and now he was busted. “I’m so sorry. You’re right. It was terrible for me to do that to you. I apologize”

Dane felt better after the apology. But still, the question remained. Why did he do it? Dane further inquired as to the reason he ordered lunch every day just to toss it in the bin.”

Lawrence did his best to make eye contact with Dane, but he couldn’t look him directly in the face. “I asked you to come by every day in hopes of asking you out. Day after day, you stopped by, but we never really got a minute to talk. I never got to ask you out on a date.”

Dane burst out in disbelief. “You’re kidding me.”

Lawrence’s face revealed that he was serious.

Dane, still not convinced, simply stated. “Well, if you want to go out with me. All you have to do is ask.”

Lawrence looked up from the sand with a surprisingly bashful gaze. “What about tonight? When are you done at the grill? Maybe we could get a drink so I could properly say, I’m sorry?”

Dane smiled as he did his best to play it cool, “I’m not done till sunset.”

Lawrence was quick to reply, “My shift is over at four, but I’ll hang out and wait for you. Why don’t you meet me at the lifeguard stand when you’re done?”

“DUDE, what are you doing? I need you here on patrol.” Rolfe yelled across the beach.

Both Lawrence and Dane realized the time and how long he’d been away from their posts. “I’ve got to get back to the grill now. But yes, after work, I’ll stop by the lifeguard stand to see you.”

“See you then!” Lawrence replied with a big smile. Dane couldn’t believe that he landed a date this evening. He rushed back to the grill to finish up his day and clean up as quickly as he could.

Closing time couldn’t come quick enough. The afternoon was gone, and sunset approached. No more customers at the grill, and Dane finished up his work early. He did his best to tidy himself up after a long day flipping burgers and lock up.

Dane made his way through the sand and up to the lifeguard stand. As he reached the top of the plank, he could see that the large viewing window was closed, but the door was slightly open.  He called out to Lawrence as he cautiously entered the small wooden room atop the stilts.

Inside the booth hung twinkling-colored lights. A makeshift bar was built in the corner, and an assortment of fresh fruits covered a floral table cloth.

Lawrence wore an open button-down shirt and surfer shorts. “I hope you like rum… and tacky tiki decorations.” Lawrence chuckled as he opened the viewing window of the booth.

“There’s nothing more beautiful than the ocean at sunset. I thought you might enjoy the view from up here. Just listen to those waves.”

“Is this always like this in here?” Dane asked, trying to make sense of the adorable decorations and colored lights.

“Is my lifeguard booth a bar? They’d kill me if they saw this. I just thought that after you worked all day in a hot kitchen. The cool ocean air and a refreshing cocktail would be nice.”

Dane was shocked and delighted at the thought, and effort Lawrence put into their date.

“Get you a cocktail?” he asked. Dane shook his head “no” as he replied flirtatiously. “There’s only one thing I want on these lips right now… and that’s YOU.

Lawrence laughed as he put down his daiquiri. He was all too happy to comply.

Both of the men agreed — the drinks could wait!

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Dream Man

It was a perfect day at the beach, and Blake stood enjoying the waves. He was naturally slender, with a long, toned torso and smooth chest. His dark hair and large soulful eyes gave him the appearance of someone who came from the tropics. Dressed in a tank top, shorts, and flip-flops, his youthful casual good looks often drew the attention of the female sunbathers nearby. Blake knew the girls found him attractive, but he never used his attractive appearance to gain favor with them.

The day was coming to an end, and it was time to go home. Blake often drove his convertible jeep down to the beach to get away and clear his head. He was a freshman on summer break from college.

The beach was a short drive from his parent’s house with a series of bridges that connected it to the mainland. The road was desolate, and it was just him and his convertible on the road.

His mind drifted as the colors of the sky delighted him with a spectacular show. Suddenly, he noticed he wasn’t alone. Just behind his car was a blue 1970’s pickup truck. The vehicle kept perfect time with him as he recognized the truck to be identical to the one his best friend drove. He was excited to see his buddy, so he quickly slowed down to yell a big, “WHAT’S UP, BRO?!”

As he gave a big smile to the driver, Blake quickly realized that the guy driving the pickup was not his “bestie” after all. Quickly, he adjusted his greeting towards the stranger, but it was too late; the two men had locked eyes. Blake sped up a bit, anxious not to look silly at the misunderstanding.

Damn, I would have sworn it was my buddy’s car! My bad. But what’s up with that shirtless hunk guy driving it? I’ve never seen such blue, hazel eyes and sexy hair!

Blake was surprised at himself for noticing another guy’s attractiveness. He was still a virgin at twenty years old and, as far as he knew, straight.

As Blake pondered the driver’s appeal, the truck sped up to keep pace with him. The sexy stranger looked over and smiled once again at him. Panicked, Blake exited the parkway in an attempt to lose him.

He was sure he gave the pickup truck the slip as he turned down a small side street. But much to his surprise, in his rear-view mirror, he could see the blue truck still following him.

What’s going on? He wondered. “Perhaps it’s a coincidence? Maybe he lives around here?

Blake quickly pulled into a small secluded beach just down the road off the beaten path. Once at the beach, and sure he was alone, he parked to contemplate what had just happened. At first, he chuckled at his paranoia and then found himself oddly disappointed that the sexy stud in the truck wasn’t pursuing him.

As he observed the gorgeous sunset displaying itself before him, a glance in the rear-view mirror revealed the blue pickup that was parking nearby.

WHAT THE HELL? Blake wondered, Could it be? Is this guy following me?!

The man got out of his vehicle and casually walked to the water’s edge. He was only wearing jeans and flip-flops. His image cast a perfect and muscular silhouette against the setting sun as he gazed out towards the water.

What is he doing? Blake had had to know what was going on with this guy. Slipping on his feet in his flip-flops, he got out of the car and casually walked down the beach.

As he approached the shirtless stud, the guy looked at him and smiled. His inviting eyes and sweet smile instantly disarmed Blake as he stated, “Quite a stunning sunset, right?”

Blake felt obligated to answer, “Yeah, amazing. It makes you stop and appreciate what a beautiful spot this is.”

The fellow continued, “Yes, for sure. It’s nice to meet a fellow admirer of nature’s beauty. My name’s Zane.” Blake was impressed by the guy’s chill nature and straightforward sincerity. Blake laughed at his silliness. How did he ever think this tall, muscular bro was chasing him?

Blake felt the need to explain their exchange on the road, “Here’s a crazy coincidence you drive the same blue truck as my best friend. I thought that was him on the road earlier.”

Zane smiled at the coincidence. “Some people are just destined to meet, I guess. What a funny circumstance that led us to talk.”

Blake and Zane sat and watched the sunset together. The brilliant colors reflecting off the clouds made the evening’s sky more spectacular than usual.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Zane turned to Blake and asked, “Hey, I’m going to run to the gym and crush a quick workout now. Are you up for a beer later? Meet at nine at McGully’s pub?”

“Sure, I’ve got nothing going on this evening. I’m down for a beer later,” Blake agreed, surprising himself once again at how at ease he was with this stranger.

“Awesome. See you then. Nice sharing this sunset with you!” Zane smiled as he entered his truck and left.

***

Blake couldn’t help himself over the next few hours; he was constantly checking the time. At 8:30 pm, he wondered if he should get there early to grab a beer to ease his nerves? Why am I even anxious in the first place?

Blake showed up early to the bar and ordered a beer. As he finished it, he glanced at the time. It’s now 9:10. He’s probably not going to show up. Should I split?

 I’ll give this dude till 9:20, and I’m gone. He decided with a pang of disappointment.

 Blake ordered a second beer. It was 9:25 when he sipped the last of the brew. As he signaled the bartender for his check, a man’s voice called out from behind, “I’m so sorry about this. The gym was packed tonight, and my workout took forever!”

Blake could see Zane’s hair was wet, as was the button-down dress shirt he was wearing. The combination of water and sweat from his workout made his shirt translucent in parts revealing his well-defined abs underneath. Zane obviously put some thought into his outfit and must have come straight from the shower at the gym. Blake recalled he was an attractive fellow, but somehow, standing there dressed in casual night attire; he looked hotter than he remembered.

 “Twenty minutes late is a dick move. My apologies. Beers for the rest of the night are on me.”

“Great,” Blake answered. “Since I just closed out my tab.”

Rather than taking a seat at the bar, Zane remained standing, “We could stay here if you want, or we could get out of this place and have a few beers at my house? Up to you.”

Blake was impressed that Zane had his own place, “How old are you?” he inquired enthusiastically. Zane laughed, “Twenty-six. Is that too old for you?” He teased. Na, I hang with people way older than that. I just was wondering. Not paying for beers sounds awesome. Let’s do it!”

The two men made their way to the parking lot and each to their respective cars. “I don’t live far. Follow me, but careful, a storm is coming.” Blake jumped in his car and no sooner was he inside when lightning and thunder flashed and the rain began.

The two men made their way to Zane’s home. The front of the house had a long walkway, so they were wet from the downpour by the time they made it inside. “I’ll get a towel so you can dry your hair and your shirt if you’d like. In the meantime, make yourself at home. I don’t have any roommates, so there’s no need to worry about that.” Zane disappeared to the linen closet as Blake looked around.

WOW, this dude is loaded. Beautiful furniture, giant living room. His house is bigger than my parents!

Just then, a clap of thunder hit. The wind picked up, and the warm moist breeze blew the curtains, causing them to flutter in the wind.

Wow, that breeze feels good, and the sound of the rain is so hypnotic.

 Music softly filled the room. “I hope you like Anderson Paak; he’s one of my favorites.” Zane had changed his shirt, so he was dry. He extended a beer and towel to Blake.

Blake dried his shirt as best he could and toweled off his hair. “You’ve certainly got an awesome place here. I’ve got to say, I’m impressed.” Zane was mid-sip of beer when he answered as he made himself comfortable on the couch. “Thanks. I’m a landscape architect. It’s modest but cozy.” Blake wasn’t sure where to sit. The seemingly obvious place was to sit next to Zane on the couch since no other chairs were close by. “Cheers,” Zane toasted as he clinked Blake’s beer bottle.

Blake was well on his way to finishing his third beer as the two young men settled in. With the music playing and billowing curtains from the driving rain, the atmosphere was oddly romantic.

Zane leaned closer to Blake and asked, “So if you don’t mind me asking, what are you into?”

Blake finished his beer and replied, “Vintage comics, and I’m going to school to study architecture. Oh, and I love 80’s hip hop music… I never heard of this artist, but it’s great stuff.”

Zane laughed at the innocence of the reply. He then slid closer to Blake on the couch, and casually he placed his hand on Blake’s thigh, preparing to suggest another musician he may enjoy.

What the hell!? Blake exploded as he stood up. Did this dude just put his hand on my thigh? Is he making moves on me? “Whoa, buddy. Not cool. What do you think you’re doing?”

Zane was shocked, “I’m so sorry, I thought this would be okay.”

Zane slid back to the far end of the couch, placing distance between them.

Blake didn’t make eye contact, “I didn’t mean to overreact but, I’ve never been with a guy before. I didn’t know this was how this kind of thing happened.”

Zane attempted to put him at ease, “I didn’t have any plans other than getting to know you better and enjoy a beer with you. It seemed as if that’s what you wanted, so I thought it would be nice.”

Blake wondered if he indeed led him on? Did he want this? Was Zane right to think he was interested?

He looked over at Zane on the couch, his tight jeans and the tee-shirt covering what he knew was an incredible body. He realized that the more he looked at him, the more he wanted to feel his perfectly kissable lips on his face. The idea of feeling Zane’s strong body on top of him excited him in a way he never felt before. The mystery of what was in Zane’s jeans intrigued him.

With a modest, calm voice, Blake took a sip of his beer and said, “You know, if you want to put your hand on my leg again, I won’t freak out. Promise.”

Zane looked at him. Are you sure? Blake nodded a yes and prompted him to place his hand on his leg once again.

He did so, and Blake chuckled modestly, “See? No freaking out.” Zane smiled as his big, warm eyes looked deeply at Blake, gauging if he was interested in him going further.

Zane gently brushed Blake’s leg, placing his hand higher on his thigh, all the time, watching to see how he reacted. Blake comfortably sat back as the excitement from Zane’s touch thrilled him. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer. Blake pinned Zane down onto the couch and passionately kissed him. Zane was shocked at the aggressive maneuver that had him immobilized on the sofa.

Blake’s been waiting years for this, and Zane was going to be the recipient of all his frustration!

The two men engaged in a passionate embrace unlike any other either of them had experienced before. For the next few hours, Blake experimented doing all the things he’d only dreamt of doing. Zane was happy to be his first and showed him just how sweet, tender, and gentle intimacy could be.

Soon after midnight, the men parted ways. The storm subsided, and Blake went home exhausted and slipped into his bed.

The following day, he woke groggily from the deep slumber he enjoyed that night. As he laid in his bed, he smiled as he recalled the evening before. It seemed to be a dream. Was it real? The incredibly sexy older stranger, the gorgeous house, the billowing curtains in the rain, and of course, the mind-bending sex with a dude!

As Blake searched for clues that would prove that last night’s sultry sex-capade really happened, his phone chimed. A text. He rolled over in his bed to see who could be contacting him at this hour. The correspondence simply read. “I know it’s early, but I wanted to tell you that last night was a blast. Here’s my cell number. If you ever want to grab a beer again, don’t hesitate to call. – Zane”

Blake smiled as he rolled onto his back and smiled.

Yup. It wasn’t a dream. He would undoubtedly be taking Zane up on that beer again soon.

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A Charming Prince

The wheels of the airplane touched down on the runway with a mighty screech. Today was the day that Holt finally made it to California. He was a tall, athletic young man with flawless skin and sweet, inviting eyes. His fashion-forward clothes could easily lead someone to believe that he was a high fashion model rather than a boy from a midwestern farm.

He arrived in California to pursue his studies as an attorney at UCLA University.

For as long as Holt could remember, he dreamt of leaving the family farm to pursue a career as a successful attorney in a big city like Los Angeles.

Monday was his first day of law school. He was as nervous and excited about his new life. Holt knew that once school started, all his time would be focused on his studies. Before he settled in to pursue his higher education, he wanted the opportunity to have some fun. So, he decided to go to Disneyland!

***

The day was warm, the weather ideal, and the park teemed with cheerful families and happy couples. Everyone was having a wonderful time.

Disneyland was infinitely grander than he expected. It was easy to get turned around in the crowds and lost in the many areas of the park. But Holt found a quiet corner, situated himself beside a tree, and unfurled a map. Which way was Fantasy Land? He wondered.

Barely five minutes passed before a deep baritone voice from behind inquired, “What are you looking for? Perhaps I could help?” Holt lowered the map and stared. Could his eyes be deceiving him?

Before him stood the guy he had dreamt of his whole life. The man had a full head of luscious short dark hair and big inviting puppy dog eyes. His chiseled cheekbones accented two of the most luscious lips Holt had ever seen. Tall and muscular, this was indeed a perfect specimen of manhood.

A smile accompanied the man’s inquiry, “How could I be of service? You appear lost.” Holt blushed and couldn’t help laughing because the man in front of him was a charming prince. The dark stranger was a character in costume, complete with a white sash and tight revealing leggings. The combination of his muscular legs with an impressively large bulge above it made the costume surprisingly revealing for an amusement park full of children, Holt mused. Maybe it’s too much for the kids, but not so for him.

Holt caught his breath and answered, “I’m looking for Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.  I was told it’s an oddly fun and delightful ride.”

The prince smiled and replied, “An excellent choice! It’s one of my favorites! But rather than visiting there, may I make another suggestion?” He asked with a sly smile. “If you’re looking for a memorable experience, then come with me!”

Sure! Holt squealed in his head; I’ll follow those sexy leggings anywhere. Plus, who am I to argue with Royalty?”

As the prince lead him through the park, Holt’s excitement was growing by the minute.

Where is he taking me? His castle? I’ve always wanted to be taken to the tower!

The prince gave a reassuring smile as they approached a secret door in a secluded corner of the park. “These passages are designed for just us cast members. They’re made so we can enter and exit the park undetected. I think you’re in for quite the treat.”

The prince broke character as he whispered, “My name’s Ben, by the way.” Holt smiled; he was pleased that this strapping hunk of a man wanted him to know his true identity. “My name’s Holt. It’s short for Holton”.

Prince Ben once again leaned in, “Here’s another secret… I’m not really a prince.” He confided with a hearty laugh.

“As long as you’re in that outfit, you’re a prince to me.” Holt fired back with a flirtatious glance.

Holt was shocked and delighted at the sight behind the secluded wall. As the two men entered the park’s back area, the cavernous space bustled with animals, workers, costumed characters, and giant, parade floats.

“You’ll be on the castle float with me. I’m allowed to bring one park member with me to ride the parade. So as soon as I spotted you, I wanted you to be my guest,” Ben told him.

The two men assumed their positions on an impressive float. Surrounding them were mechanical characters from a popular movie, along with ornate decorations.

The giant gates to the park suddenly opened, and a blast of fanfare, smoke, and music ushered in the parade. The spectacle delighted the guests. Holt’s face soon began to hurt from smiling. He couldn’t help it, as if the thrilled children waving to him wasn’t enough; the sultry looks from the sexy prince at his side made his heart skip. He was having a truly wonderful time.

The parade made its way through the park’s main street and concluded about an hour after it began. Once the procession was safely behind the walls that separated guests from staff, Holt and his prince climbed down from the float.

“That was one of the best times I’ve ever had in my life. Thank you for that!”

Prince Ben was pleased that he enjoyed it. “My pleasure, I enjoyed it too, but I’m sorry I didn’t get to speak with you or get to know you better.”

“Me too,” Holt confessed.

Prince Ben leaned forward and whispered, “I’m not allowed to ask guests out on dates, but if you promise not to tell anyone, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

Holt chuckled and confided, “You should know that I can’t make that promise… The second you leave, I’m going to call my mom and tell her that I was just asked out by the sweetest, sexiest man alive.”

Prince Ben laughed, “Fair enough. I guess telling mom is fine. Here’s my number; text me, and we’ll make a plan.” He typed his number into Holt’s phone and then looked up at him with his big, puppy dog eyes. “I’ve got to get back to the park. See you Saturday!” He kissed Holt’s hand in a gallant gesture and disappeared into a sea of eager children excited to take a photo with him.

***

Holt laid in bed later that evening with the thought of his Prince dancing through his head. He wondered if he should wait 24 hours before texting.

Best to play it cool, don’t want to look desperate.

He couldn’t help himself; Ben was everything he wanted in a man, and he needed to let him know now just how much he enjoyed his day with him. So, he typed away on his phone: I had a blast today at the park. The best part of it was meeting you! Wink emoji. Could I have met my prince charming? Heart emoji.

Na, too silly, definitely too desperate! Holt went for the “delete button,” but his finger pressed “Send” instead of “erase,” and the text was on its way.

CRAP! Why did I send that? What a stupid thing to say!

Panic set in. Did I just blow it with that weirdo text? 

Before Holt could beat himself up over the text, his phone chirped a response back with a heart emoji in return. “Was it me or the costume? #wink #princecharming.” Holt would be lying if he didn’t admit that he instantly felt better after receiving his immediate response. A simple “both” was all he wrote back. Maybe it wasn’t a disaster after all? His phone chirped again. “Are you free Saturday night? Up for dinner?”

Holt quickly replied with his address and a time. Yup, he definitely didn’t screw this up! He laid back in his bed with a smile on his face, ready for a good night’s sleep and sweet dreams.

***

Saturday night arrived as well as the time that Ben would be there. The clock indicated eight o’clock, and Holt was ready.

I wonder how “fashionably late” he’ll be? He questioned just as the door buzzed.

Wow. Could it be? Have I finally someone as punctual as me?

As he swung open the door, it revealed Ben standing confidently. He was dressed hip and casual with perfectly fitting jeans, a crisp button-down shirt, and a vintage motorcycle jacket.

His sweet, sincere smile instantly disarmed Holt, causing him to not notice the several large bags and boxes in his arms. “Can I get a little help with these?” He playfully asked, referring to the packages in his hands.

“Oh yeah, of course.” Holt couldn’t help but tease, “Moving in?,” as he looked at all the items.

“Not quite yet,” he laughed as he explained that he thought it would be more fun to bring dinner over and watch a film there rather than going out.

The logo on the bags revealed that Ben had picked up Chinese food. As coincidence would have it, it was from Holt’s favorite restaurant.

“If you say there is General Tao’s chicken in there, I’ll love you forever,” Holt awkwardly promised.

Ben laughed, “It is indeed General Taos. It seems like we are off to a good start.”

As Holt leaned forward to help with all the bags, Ben took that as an opportunity to greet Holt with a kiss. Their lips met clumsily.

“Whoa! Sorry, I didn’t expect that!” Holt exclaimed.

“My bad. Was that, okay? I thought you were leaning in for a kiss rather than to grab the food.”

“It’s more than okay, it was very nice. Just unexpected.”

Ben chuckled and asked, “Then let’s try it again. Maybe I’ll get it right this time!”

Holt leaned forward and greeted Ben with a proper kiss. Their lips lingered longer than a customary greeting. Neither of them wanted it to end nor did they seem to mind the heavy bags weighing down their arms.

“Ah, that was nice. Maybe even tastier than the General Tao’s chicken in the containers!” Holt teased. “I see the beer and all the Chinese food containers, but what’s in that large box?”

Ben smiled mischievously as he answered, “It’s kind of a gift” He continued with a smirk, “It’s a costume.”

Holt chuckled, “You got me a prince costume?”

“No, actually, it’s my costume from the park. I brought it over for me to wear and you to enjoy.” His eyes lit up with the promise of a bit of role-playing. “I hope I’m not being too forward or presumptuous.”

“Not at all.” Holt innocently teased, “I always wondered when my prince would come.”

Ben replied with a mischievous smirk, “Well then, I guess tonight’s going to be the night!”

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The Hopeless Romantic

Casey’s wavey chestnut-colored hair and big brown eyes made him impossible to miss. Being a popular athlete with a scholarship at the university made him the all-star everyone admired. But despite the attention, he always remained a loner and preferred disappearing into his writing and books rather than playing sports or dating. His true passion was romance stories with sexy leading men, adorable cute-meets, and especially torrid romances.

Casey secretly feared that he’d never meet the man of his dreams. With so many people in this world, what were his chances of meeting Mr. Right? Would he be single forever?

In his desperation to have his own fairy tale romance, he began writing stories about how he hoped love would find him one day.

A few years later, Casey published his stories in a collection in hopes of making a living as a writer. Much to his surprise, they developed a modest following, and the book’s unexpected popularity soon brought him a publisher as well as new opportunities.

The annual Gay Romance Literature Retreat would take place in St. Louis this year, and his publisher suggested he attend it to sign books and meet his fans. Fans? It seems weird that people are fans of mine. He knew people bought his books, but actual fans?

Though hesitant, he agreed to attend the convention. However, Casey was less interested in signing his books and more interested in hopefully catching a glimpse of the authors he read over the years and grew to admire.

Arriving at the hotel was overwhelming. The magnitude of the event was beyond expectation. Giant posters adorned the walls, large impressive booths, tables, and displays for books and the authors that write them.

Wow, do I really belong here with all these talented novelists?

Casey decided best not to think about it. Why psych himself out and let his insecurities get the best of him. Instead, he decided to just focus on checking in and getting comfortable. In the distance, next to the elevator, hung a sign advertising a pool, spa, and weight room.

A hot whirlpool sounded awesome now. First things first, drop off the bags and unpack, then hit the sauna.

Casey entered the elevator and pressed his floor. As the doors closed, a voice called out, “Hold the elevator!” Quickly he pushed the “stay open” button, thwarting the doors’ attempt to close on the stranger rushing to get in. “THANKS!” the man said as he stepped inside with a smile. Casey didn’t reply. Not because he didn’t want to, but because the young man who entered rendered him speechless. At about thirty years old, this guy was clearly in the prime of his physical prowess. His piercing green eyes were the perfect complement to his long chestnut hair. The man sported worn, tight jeans, a black muscle tee-shirt. Nothing about his wardrobe was expensive, but the fit on his sculpted, athletic body made it spectacular.

Casey didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this man was making him re-assess that belief.

The elevator was slow, so the ride up to his floor gave them a bit more time together. Casey attempted not to be too obvious as he eyed the stranger up and down. What to look at first? His spectacular ass, his muscular arms, or his perfectly kissable lips?

Should I say something? Hello, are you visiting? Where are you from? Na, too weird. People like their privacy. How creepy if I try to pick him up in an elevator and do so by interrogating him?

By the time Casey gathered the courage to speak, the elevator had stopped, and the door opened. “Later, bro,” the tall, beautiful visitor quipped before disappearing down the hallway to his room.

DAMN IT. I should have said SOMETHING! UGH! Casey hoped he’d once again cross paths with this sexy stranger over the next few days.

Back in his room, he was quick to unpack. His goal was to prevent things from wrinkling and get to the sauna asap. Just as he finished and reached for the door, a call from his publisher to discuss the details of his book signing schedule tomorrow kept him on the phone.

Twenty minutes later, things were all sorted. Casey made haste to slip on his trunks and head to the spa.

Once behind the frosted doors of the sauna, a wall of inviting, warm steam engulfed his weary body. The thick mist made it difficult to see, but the landscape was clear enough to see the giant inviting whirlpool before him. As Casey’s eyes adjusted to the light and steam, he could make out the figure of a muscular man getting out of the whirlpool. The man had long wet hair draped over his shoulders as he casually dried the rest of his defined, sculpted body. Was it the heat from the sauna or the sight of the stranger before him that made him light-headed? Damn his publisher and that stupid phone call! Thirty minutes earlier and the two men would have been in the warm water together.

As Casey approached, the man began to leave. He could see it was the stud from the elevator. His handsome face sported a smile that left Casey speechless as he exited through the frosted glass doors.

Should I run into the lobby and talk to him? How weird would it be if I dashed out in my swim shorts after him? Another opportunity missed!

Casey knew that if he went in the whirlpool now, his mind would drift to the spectacular specimen of manhood that just left the spa. Better to take an icy cold shower and rid the smoking hot stud from his mind, then head to his room to get a good rest for tomorrow.

The next day, he was part of was an all-day event. It was authors’ day. A day that featured both established, successful authors and young upstarts like himself, it was an exhibition that would draw impressive crowds.

I’m curious if anyone will come to my table for my signature and to buy my book? He wondered,

concerned that he’d look foolish as he sat at his booth alone. Do I need anything? Books, pens, water? Nope, everything’s supposed to be there, ready for me at my table.

Casey grabbed his backpack and slipped his new favorite book inside. It was from his latest favorite author, JT Singer. JT was a new writer on the scene and the talk of the convention. Casey wasn’t usually the kind of person who fawned over writers he admired, but his particular writing style spoke to him in a way that no author had before. So it was little wonder that JT’s book was on several “best sellers” lists.

Casey grabbed the book with the hopes of visiting the author’s table and getting it signed.

As Casey made his way down the hallway, he could see people packing themselves into the nearby elevator to get to the lobby.

Better catch this one before it gets too full, and I miss my time slot!

“Please hold the door!” Casey yelled as he rushed to get in. The doors buckled open. The crowded elevator made it difficult to fit, but he managed to squeeze in. Much to his surprise and at his right was the stud from the spa last night. Casey looked down to see the man’s finger pressing the “open” button.

“Thanks,” Casey smiled, trying not to look too excited to see him.

“You held it for me yesterday. So I’m just returning the favor,” the man replied with a wink.

Casey pondered his next move. He couldn’t let this stud get away again!

Should I say something clever? A packed elevator wasn’t the place to flirt with a person you didn’t even know. Best to just be cool. Hopefully, I’ll get the opportunity again in a place more discrete, he decided. The elevator doors then opened, and the man of his dreams walked away.

Three strikes, and I’m out! Casey signed in a defeated breath. You had three opportunities, and you missed them all. UGH! He was disappointed in how he handled himself, but there was no time to sulk at the loss.

From a distance, Casey could see a large crowd forming at this table. Could it be that people are waiting for me to sign my book? ME?

Now excited, he rushed to his seat behind the stack of books to greet the fans.

The next hour was a blast. Adorning fans familiar with every detail of his last four books regaled him with personal tales about how much his writing meant to them. Casey was surprised at what a wonderful time he was having. What fun this is! He grinned. Everyone’s so lovely and excited to talk with me about my work!

The line grew shorter, and his time came to an end. Only a few fans remained on his line amidst the crowded room. He signed what seemed to be an endless number of books in the last hour. Casey’s signing hand was sore, but he was not complaining. Instead, he was thrilled and flattered by all the attention.

The last person in the line finally stepped up for an autograph. Without looking up, Casey prepared his pen to sign the book, “Hello, thanks for waiting. Who should I make the signature out to?” The voice replied, “JT, please…” His sexy, deep voice instantly interested Casey. Who’s the hottie with the baritone voice? Before he could look up, the man continued, “I hate to sound like a weirdo fanboy, but I wanted you to know that your books inspired me to be a writer.”

Casey’s heart jumped as he held out the signed book to the man standing before him. It was his crush from the elevator and sauna.

“Since you just signed my book, you know my name’s JT…  JT Singer,” The man told him with a disarmingly seductive look.

Casey sat frozen as he looked deep into his eyes. THE JT SINGER? MY DREAM MAN OVER THE PAST TWO DAYS and my favorite author?

Casey reached into his backpack and pulled out his copy of JT’s book. “My whole afternoon was set aside to wait in line to have you sign this. You can’t be a fan of mine; I’m a fan of yours!”

JT chuckled, “Why couldn’t we be fans of each other’s?”

Casey bashfully conceded that it was indeed possible, although implausible.

JT took Casey’s book and placed it in front of him. He playfully apologized, “I’d love to sign the book for you, but I’m sorry, I don’t have a pen.”

Casey innocently didn’t miss a beat. “Here, I have one!” He extended his hand to give him one.

JT laughed as he politely refused it. “Thank you, but no thanks. I have a pen in my room that I’d prefer to use. Maybe if you bring the book up to my room later tonight, after this is all over, I could properly sign it?”

Casey now was wise to JT’s innuendo. He was aware that this hunk was his for the taking later that evening, but he decided that he wasn’t taking any more chances after letting him slip away three times prior.

Casey flirtatiously smiled as he replied, “Fine, I’ll wait for the book to be signed later, but this, I can’t wait for….” He stood up and rushed around the table. Then, without hesitation, he took JT in his arms and kissed him. JT was pleasantly surprised at Casey’s bold advances. A group of fans watched with delight.

JT laughed, “Hey, since this is a romance convention, why not show your fans a bit more steam? He took Casey in his muscular arms and kissed him passionately as he gently leaned him back.

The crowd cheered at the sight of the two men. It was clear these two hunks had finally found each other and true love.

Casey caught his breath as he swooned and proclaimed, “NOW THAT’S ROMANCE!”

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The Movie Star

Todd was handsome with striking good looks and a strong, toned body. His short, sandy blond hair and clean-shaven face made him appear a lot more conservative than he was. Although he considered himself average in the looks department, in truth, he was far from it.

Todd had been fascinated by movies his whole life and his dream was to one day move to Hollywood and learn how to make them. Finally, when he turned twenty-five, he saved up enough money to move to California. Todd found the perfect apartment in the perfect location; it was directly across from Paramount Pictures with a clear view of the Hollywood sign.

Barely a month passed when he spotted an opportunity online for an entry-level assistant position at the studio across the street. Todd quickly applied with his resume, a photo, and thank you letter. As he hit “send” on the job application, his expectations were low, but his hopes were high. He longed for the opportunity to impress an executive with his strong midwestern work ethic.

A few hours later, his phone buzzed indicating an email was received. “Thank you for your resume, we can interview you tomorrow at three o’clock. Paramount Pictures, Bradbury Building #401 – we look forward to meeting you.”  He couldn’t help but be excited and the next twenty-four hours till the interview seemed a lifetime away. Three o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

At 2:45 pm, Todd arrived for his interview. Fifteen minutes early and dressed casually and smartly with tan chinos, a crisp button-down shirt, and a royal blue tie.

At 3 pm on the dot, an energetic young woman entered the room, “Hello. Thanks for coming. I’m Claire, if you’re ready, please come in.”

Ready? Hell yeah, I’m ready! He thought to himself, determined to ace this interview.

Todd excitedly followed Claire into a lush, grand office where she directed him towards a plush leather seat. She winked as she exited. “Good luck.”  He sat. Fighting the urge to fidget.

A few moments later, another adjoining door opened from the far side of the room and before Todd could give it a second thought, a man about his age entered wearing a fitted black t-shirt, jeans, and motorcycle boots. He was trim yet muscular with a strong handsome face. His sparkling blue eyes and a full head of luscious dark hair made him striking to look at. There was no denying he was gorgeous, exuding charisma. He approached Todd sporting a million-dollar smile.

Damn if this guy is going to be my boss, I’ll work here for free! Todd chuckled to himself. He continued to amuse himself thinking, this dude is a dead ringer for the movie-star Sam Sterling but only way hotter. Better act cool. Don’t speak unless spoken to.

The man extended his hand with the greeting, “So, I’m told that you’re here to tell me about the church of latter-day saints.” He chuckled quietly at his own joke.

Todd was baffled. Does he really think I’m a Mormon? Is he making fun of me?

The man instantly softened, “Sorry, I have a terrible sense of humor. That was a stupid joke, I couldn’t help myself. I hate interviews. I never know what to ask.” The sexy hunk pleaded for forgiveness with his sincere big, beautiful eyes.

It suddenly occurred to Todd where he was. He was inside the world’s most prestigious movie studio and the guy interviewing him was indeed the world’s biggest movie star, SAM STERLING! The rest of the interview became a blur.

“Are you okay, you look like you just saw a ghost!” Sam inquired with a healthy bit of concern, as he offered him a glass of water. Todd swallowed quickly as he attempted to keep his composure. “No sir, no. I’m fine – I’m a just big fan. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever actually ever meet you!” Todd fought to catch his breath.

“I hope that’s not going to be an issue with you being able to do this job.” He sat behind his desk and made himself comfortable, “I really am just a regular guy who happens to be a successful actor.”

“Yes, sir, I mean Mr. Sterling….”

“Please, just Sam. Listen, Todd, I need an assistant, not a fan. Someone to travel with me, take calls, book hotels, and keep my schedule. Nothing tough, but it will require a person to work hard and be really committed. If you could do that, you’ve got the job, but you really need to think of me as just another dude.”

Todd knew he’d be lying to say that he could be anything other than impressed by Sam, but he wanted this job. He knew the correct answer was to say, of course, he could do the tasks asked of him and that he wouldn’t think of him as a celebrity. So, with the hearty shake of a hand and a cool smile, Todd accepted the job and was told to start on Monday.

***

Several months passed and Todd’s employment with Sam worked out terrifically. He genuinely liked Sam and if he weren’t his boss, he could easily imagine the two of them being besties.

Work took them all over the globe. Sam had meetings in Europe, Asia, and the Middle East to name a few, and now he was gearing up to shoot a major motion picture for the studio in Paris.

“Are you ready to spend a year abroad?” Sam asked excitedly. “Do you have your passport?”

“Heck yes to both! I’m ready when you are. My bags are practically already packed.” Todd replied in a gleeful tone.

Sam smiled, clearly finding his tireless enthusiasm adorable.

****

It was one weekend in Paris about two months after filming began when Sam suggested that the two of them spend their Saturday doing something unexpected, go-cart racing.

Todd playfully scoffed at the suggestion of actually racing Sam. He knew all too well that few years prior, Sam starred in a racing movie and had been trained by professional drivers.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Sam promised, “We need a break from all this movie crap. You’ll have a blast. I swear it.”

Todd arrived at the “Speedy Racers go-cart track,” but the large, raceway was eerily quiet.

Where are all the people? The staff, the guests, the cars racing?

Across the room, he spotted Sam. Instant relief came over him as and made his way over to greet his boss. “What’s up with this place being empty? I thought it was abandoned when I walked in.”

“I rented the whole place out, so we could race without being disturbed. Did you think I could have the public here with us as I tried to relax? Plus, I thought it would be more fun if it was just, you and I on the track.” Sam flashed him a multi-million-dollar smile. Todd quickly remembered why Sam was a movie star. “Come on, here’s a jumper, let’s get changed and race!” He excitedly tossed him a helmet to go along with the protective overalls.

Todd found an empty locker for his phone and personal effects. He kicked off his shoes and stepped into the protective jumper. Although it was a medium, it easily fit over his jeans. A casual glance over to the next locker revealed Sam folding his jeans and t-shirt carefully placing them on the top shelf of the locker. Todd stopped dead in his tracks. His expression was something between surprise and confusion.

Sam stood confidently in his white cotton briefs, fully disrobed. There was no denying he looked ridiculously sexy. His body was perfectly proportioned and resembled a Greek statue carved of marble.

As Todd gasped at the sight of him, he somehow managed to ask his boss, “Why are you in your underwear?”

Sam chuckled, “I wear as little as I can under the jumper, it restricts essential movement needed to maneuver the go-cart.”

Todd wasn’t sold, “Uh, okay. Really?”

“Trust me, just briefs are the way to go, but your call – whatever makes you most comfortable.”

As Todd remained clothed, Sam stepped into the jumper adjusted the zipper which was located just below his underwear’s waistband, the unzipped jumper made no effort to cover Sam’s muscular chest and six-pack abs. The jumper somehow made him look even sexier than the briefs alone.

What was happening? Todd was confused.

Was Sam coming onto him? Was he attracted to guys? To Todd? Could this be happening?

Todd wasn’t sure what to do, what to say. He decided there was just one way to handle this situation, and that was to address it directly. With a deep breath, he mustered the strength to be honest and just say it.

“Dude, I’m sorry If I’m being obtuse, but are we just two guys racing on a Saturday, or is this another kind of invitation?”

Sam stood earnestly looking at Todd, “I know you’ve heard all the rumors. The truth is; I like to play with whomever I find fun and attractive. You happen to fit that description. If this is something you’d like to happen, then I’m up for it, if not. Not a problem.”

Todd stood shocked at the relaxed tone Sam explained the situation.

The world’s sexiest man, the biggest movie star in the world… A guy who could sleep with almost anyone on the planet, did he really choose him to come onto?

 What came out of Todd’s mouth next surprised both of them, “Make you a deal, let’s race. Winner decides what the next move will be.”

Sam laughed, “I like that! You’re on!”

Like two flirtatious teens, they jumped in their respective go-cars and waited for the green light to illuminate.  “GO!” Their engines roared and the two men raced their hearts out around the track.

Around and around, it was neck and neck. With each lap, glances were exchanged by both men. In the final round, Sam pulled ahead by a significant margin. It was clear that Todd didn’t stand a chance of winning.

As the finish line approached. Sam jammed on the breaks. His go-cart screaming to a full stop a mere two feet from victory. Todd’s go-cart raced by for the easy win as he screamed past the line.

Todd jumped from the tiny car and pulled off his helmet “You threw the race! We both know that you LET me win!” Todd was mildly annoyed at the situation.

Sam grinned calmly, “I didn’t throw the race, I allowed you to finish first.”

Todd didn’t like being patronized. “And why would you just let me win?”

Confidently his boss replied, “So that YOU may decide what WE do next”.

Todd’s frustration gave way to an impish smile. He understood and appreciated what Sam did for him. How was it possible that the world’s hottest guy just got even sexier to him?

Back in the locker room, Todd stepped up to his boss and grasped the jumpsuit zipper that was pulled up near his neck. He playfully pulled it down as slowly as he could. Sam’s jumper opened widely all the way past his belly button. Now fully accessible Todd reached into Sam’s briefs.

Sam was surprised and delighted at Todd’s assertiveness.

Todd leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s consider that race as just a warm-up. I hope you’re prepared to go a few laps with me.” He firmly grasped Sam’s impressive equipment with his hand. “I can see that you’re already in ‘Pole position.’”

Todd playfully pushed the jumper off of Sam’s shoulders causing it to fall to the floor, revealing him standing there once again in nothing but his white cotton briefs.  Todd leaned forward and kissed Sam passionately.

Sam returned the favor by unzipping Todd’s jumper and asking. “Now don’t you wish you took those jeans off earlier?”

Todd whispered softly as he kissed Sam even deeper. “Nope, I’d prefer you to do it.”

Sam happily obliged since it was Todd who won the race.

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My Boyfriend’s Brother

Evan put the finishing touches on what he considered the perfect romantic dinner for two. The only thing left to do was light the candles and wait for his boyfriend to arrive so that they may celebrate their one-year anniversary together. As Evan checked on dessert, he casually noticed a missed call on his cell. It was from Dario.

He must have called to tell me he’s running late…again.

Two minutes later, the phone chimed indicating a voicemail.

Best to listen to the message to see how late he’ll be this time.

“Hey babe, sorry you didn’t pick up, but maybe it’s better this way. I know our anniversary is the worst time to do this, but really, is there ever a good time to break up? You’re an awesome guy, and I really like you, but I’m going home and moving in with my parents. I still have some shit I need to work out with my family. I know this sucks, but it’s the best thing for both of us. I’m a train wreck. Please don’t hate me!”

Evan was in shock. What a shitty way to break up with someone! His anger eventually turned to confusion.

Maybe Dario needs my help. Is everything okay? I know he has an older brother who also lives with his parents. Maybe something is going on with him?

Evan rang and texted Dario several times, but no reply. He was ghosted.

After a fitful sleep, Evan decided to pay Dario a visit at his family’s house. He wanted to know that Dario was okay. Plus, if this relationship were really over, he needed closure.

Evan wasn’t a hoarder by any means, but he never threw out old greeting cards. Within minutes he found Dario’s family Christmas card with their return address. Time for a road trip.

***

It was a scenic two-hour drive. Evan had no idea that a mere 120 miles from the city was some of the lushest and beautiful farmland. A voice alert from the phone’s map app indicated that he’d soon arrive at the address on the envelope.

He parked in front of a sprawling farmhouse. Evan’s heart started to thump.

Was this a mistake? Should he have minded his own business and left Dario alone?

Whatever the right thing to do was, it was too late to turn back now. At the end of a gravel drive, past a vast field, he parked in front of a picturesque homestead. The fluttering from the curtains inside let him know that he was being watched.  A deep, calming breath gave him the resolve to go knock on the door.

He had barely reached the top step of the porch before the door opened revealing a shirtless, handsome, muscular young man not yet thirty years old. The man sported brilliant hazel eyes and short dark hair. His muscular, bare chest boasted the perfect smattering of hair. Evan gasped. Wow. This must be the older brother Dario mentioned. He was a towering stud of a man. Evan couldn’t help but stare at his rock-hard pecs and massive arms.

“Can I help you with something?” his sexy, deep voice queried.

Evan swallowed hard to calm his nerves in an attempt to not be too turned on by this imposing hunk.

“Yes, hi. I’m your brother’s boyfr….” Evan stopped and thought about how he should introduce himself. He paused. Then continued… “A friend from the city. Is he here?”

“Nope. He’s probably with Susie. I think he’s meeting her parents today. It’s obviously getting serious with the two of them. You’re welcome to come in and wait if you want.  I’ll get you a cold drink if you’d like. I’m Burke, by the way.”

Evan was shocked. Did he break up with him because he’s now with someone else? He knew that Dario had girlfriends in the past… but not since they’d been together. Had he lost Dario to someone from his past, someone from his hometown? A woman?

He felt sucker punched. The expression of surprise and distress on his face must have been quite obvious.

“Listen, why don’t we sit out back, and I’ll get you some homemade lemonade. I just squeezed it fresh. We grow the lemons right here.”

Evan was parched, and a cold drink would be perfect before turning back to the city with his broken heart.

***

Beneath the trees on a heavily shaded swing behind the house, Evan cooled down and helped himself to a second glass of lemonade. The more time passed, the more answers he felt he deserved.

“So, how long has your brother been seeing this gal, Susie?”

“You know my bro. He’s always got his dick in someone. He and Susie have been on and off for years. Now it seems to be getting serious.”

Evan couldn’t help himself, he just blurted out, “Maybe I didn’t know your brother as well as I thought I did. I didn’t know he was such a player.”

Without missing a beat, Burke replied. “Oh, yeah – he’s the stud in the family. I’m the black sheep. While he’s out breaking hearts, I’m always home doing the chores, being responsible.”

Dario’s the stud in the family?

Evan snickered, even as he became more and more pissed off. He couldn’t help himself and said, “Your brother’s certainly a fine-looking man, but I’d hardly call him a stud… certainly not compared to you!”

Burke sipped his lemonade and sweetly replied, “Now you’ve gone and made me blush. There aren’t many good-looking fellows around here like you. Unlike my brother, I prefer the company of men. Sadly, I don’t meet many out here.”

Evan couldn’t believe that this sexy, kind, and gentle stud didn’t know about him and Dario’s relationship or that his brother was bisexual or fluid. He certainly didn’t seem to be one to care. Especially since he was gay himself.

Burke smiled as he looked Evan up and down with his gorgeous, big eyes. It was clear he was calculating his next move. He then laid his hand on Evan’s thigh, “Listen, I don’t know the story with you and my brother. But, you clearly seemed upset to learn about him being with Susie. I’m sorry if he did something to upset you. He could be quite the ass sometime. I assure you that I’m not like him. I would never play with anyone’s heart the way he does. I’ll be honest, you’re the cutest and sweetest man I’ve met in long time. How would you feel about a dip in the creek with me?”

Burke inched his way closer to him, intent to kiss him. Evan wanted desperately to return the affection. His mind quickly trying to rationalize what was about to happen.

Dario is technically now my ex. Not only that, but he had also been cheating on me with an old girlfriend. Maybe it was okay if I got to know his brother better?

Evan smiled and leaned forward; their lips met in a passionate embrace. Burke pinned Evan down. His strapping bare chest pressed against Evan’s button-down dress shirt.

“Mind if I help you out of this this? If we’re going swimming, you won’t need it.”

The two men eagerly disrobed each other, pulling the other closer as if they were in a competition to see who could kiss the other more passionately.

Evan reached his hands around the waistband of Burke’s boxers, seconds away from dropping them to his ankles. A deep voice echoed from the back entrance of the house.

“Bro, what the fuck?” Burke stopped and looked up at the couple standing in the farmhouse doorway. A sheepish smile appeared on his face.

Evan looked up and was shocked at the sight before him. He closed his eyes tightly and re-opened them again as to reset the image before him. Much to his astonishment, the man standing before him looked identical to Burke. Next to him was a pretty brunette woman in her mid-twenties.

“Finally, you’re getting some ass!” the man announced with a belly laugh. The woman eventually joined in the laughter, too.

Burke didn’t seem phased. He casually introduced the couple. “Evan, meet my twin brother, Carl. And this is Susie.”

Evan burst out in disbelief. “Your brother? You’re a twin?! Dario never told me he had twin brothers!”

Burke was confused. “You know Dario?”

“Hell yeah, I do. I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. We dated for a year. He broke up with me yesterday!”

Burke laughed. “I had no idea he was gay! I had a crush on him ever since high school.” Why didn’t he say something to me?

Evan was baffled at what was going on. “You had a crush on your brother?

The twins burst out in laughter again. “Dario’s not our brother. He lives next door!”

Evan finally figured out what had happened. He couldn’t help but be amused at his own silliness. “I guess I typed the wrong address in the GPS. I thought you were his brother!”

“Nope. Just a neighbor. But I’m grateful that I got to meet you!”

Carl and Susie returned to the house. They had enjoyed their laugh and seen enough of the two nearly naked men.

Burke cuddled up to Evan and asked, “Dario’s loss is my gain. Now that we know who the other really is, and both of us are clearly single, are you still up for that skinny dip in the creek?”

“Lead the way!” Evan exclaimed.

Both men made haste running to the watering hole as they shed whatever little clothing they had on along the way.

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An Appealing View

Diedre couldn’t wait to introduce her best friend, Casey, to her new contractor. Casey was an aspiring writer who spent most of his days locked away in his apartment desperate to write the next great American novel. He was cute by anyone’s standards, but he didn’t believe it. At 5’10” with short brown hair and big hazel eyes, his slender build and coy smile could win the heart of the savviest player.

Deidre eagerly entered Casey’s apartment bursting with the “exciting” news. “My landscape architect just finished some work for me; his name is Raphael, he’s a sexy, amazing, and… Latin! You HAVE to meet him! I knew you’d say, “No, if I asked you first, so I didn’t. He said he was definitely interested in going out with a cute, brilliant writer.”

As Casey sat back down in front of his laptop computer, he responded without missing a beat, “Sounds like he’s doing his employer a favor. Nothing like going on a date with someone who feels obligated to spend an evening with the boss’s friend.”

Deidre pulled up a chair and focused her attention on Casey. “You’re going. He’s the hottest man alive and whether he’s doing me a favor or not, consider this man my gift to you. He’s insanely sexy and YOU need to get laid!”

He knew that there was no getting out of this date. Deidre was a force of nature and too excited about this arrangement for him to back out of it.

Although he would never admit it, Casey wasn’t too upset about being forced out on a date with a sexy Latin man. He hadn’t been on a date in a very long time and the idea of a romantic evening sounded like just the adventure he needed. “Fine. I’m in. When?”

Deidre was shocked Casey didn’t put up a fight, as was expected.

***

It was the day of the big date. Casey had lost track of the time while writing and had no clue how far the Laguna Beach was from downtown Los Angeles. The map on his phone indicated that it was a two-hour ride. WHAT THE HELL? Casey starred at the route in disbelief. What did I get myself into?  If he left immediately, he would just be acceptably late. With no time to primp and properly groom, he jumped in the car.

As Casey pulled into the small coastal community of Laguna Beach, he was mesmerized by the pristine beach and the gorgeous ocean view. This doesn’t look like a real place; it’s too perfect! If I didn’t know better, I’d think I just arrived on movie set from a 1950s California beach movie!

 Turn by turn he inched his way up to the top of the hill. He arrived five minutes early and parked in front of a spectacular Spanish style villa. The heavy wooden door was half-open, seemingly awaiting his arrival. “Hello?” he called in cautiously. “Is anyone home?” From a distance a deep male voice replied, “Yes! Casey? Come in. I apologize for running late. I’ll be down in a minute.”

Casey entered and was instantly impressed. It was certainly a grand sight. The home was furnished like a photograph in a magazine. The curtains across the room billowed from the warm wind gusting off the ocean.  The windows were open, yet a fire blazed in the fireplace.

Who is this guy? Who lives like this? The picturesque view took Casey’s breath away. If this guy was trying to impress someone, congratulations. Mission accomplished.

As he made himself familiar with the grand room, he breezed through the thick coffee table books on art and architecture. Footsteps from the stairs eventually revealed Raphael, his host and date.  He greeted Casey with an apology, “I’m so sorry, a client kept me forever, and I had to jump in the shower before you got here.”

Casey tried to speak, but words wouldn’t come to him. He was far too distracted by Rafael and his casually unfastened jeans. He wore a crisp, linen white shirt, opened to reveal a dozen perfectly sculpted ab muscles. He sported tussled, thick, wet, black hair. He looked like a young Antonio Banderas.

Casey’s heart thumped as panic gripped him. This guy is so out of my league! What the hell was Diedre thinking?!

Raphael’s sultry smile did very little to reassure Casey that this was a reasonable pairing.

He leaned into Casey with a charismatic smile, “Deidre spoke so highly of you that I thought it would be nice to meet. I will admit, she did mislead me a bit in her description of you.” Casey’s insecurities got the best of him as he felt his stomach drop. Raphael continued, “She certainly undersold how adorable you were. I hope you don’t mind dinner on the veranda. I’ve got an amazing meal prepared for us. I’ll make you a drink, and then join you outside.”

Raphael grabbed a bucket of ice and escorted Casey through the large white curtains to the veranda that overlooked a perfectly manicured hillside and majestic view of the Pacific Ocean.

“I had no idea people actually lived like this. Your life is like a soap opera star.” Casey immediately blushed after making the silly statement.

“You flatter me. I just try to enjoy nice things, and to share them with others.” Raphael didn’t miss a beat before handing him a perfectly muddled mojito.

Casey deeply breathed in the warm fresh ocean air in an attempt to calm his nerves and lower his heart rate. The majestic home, the ridiculously hot man, the ocean view and craft cocktails. Was he dreaming?

Raphael headed for the kitchen. Within seconds he returned with an impressive cheese spread with fresh fruit and home baked crackers. Casey’s insecurities once again got the best of him.

  I’m a broke, wannabe writer who lives in a one-bedroom apartment in the bad part of downtown LA and eats ravioli out of a can. What am I doing here?!

 Casey attempted to start a clever conversation, but the words, “What an amazing view. I’ve never seen the ocean from this high up,” slipped out of his mouth. He was instantly embarrassed at his silly statement.

Raphael smiled and took the drink from Casey’s hand. “Here, let me show you an even better view.” He escorted Casey up the large winding stairs and through the hall to a large, lush bedroom with giant French doors that opened to a patio. “The view of the ocean from up here is even nicer.” He smiled and casually sat on the edge of his bed.

Casey’s heart thumped as if it were going to explode out of his chest. His breathing became shallow and his head dizzy. I can’t do this; this stud is way out of my league! He couldn’t think of a good excuse to get out of there. Instead, he just blurted out, “I’m so sorry, I’ve got to go! I forgot; I need to get back home!”

Raphael thought he was joking; but Casey’s flustered expression told him that he was serious. “You’ve only been here a half-hour?” He replied, baffled at the situation.

“I have a deadline, and I have to get an email out. Really, I’ve got to go!” Casey practically sprinted down the hall and towards the door. He called back to Raphael as he reached the stairs, “You’re really nice, and I’m sorry about dinner but I need to leave…” Once out the front door and safely inside his car he attempted to catch his breath. What was he doing? Was he nuts? This guy was the catch of the century. Every gay man’s wet-dream. Once he was a few blocks away and on his way home, he’d feel better.

Casey quickly turned the key in the ignition. The car cranked and cranked, but the engine wouldn’t engage. “SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! This damn crap car!”

Try as he did, the car just wasn’t going to whisk him away from this place. It was dead and he was stuck. He buried his heads in his hands and pondered what his next move was. It wasn’t more than a minute before he could see Raphael standing outside with a cold compress and glass of ice water and a big warm smile. Casey knew he would eventually have to open the car door.

“I’ve got a great mechanic; I can call him, if you’d like.” The setting sun lit Raphael as if he were Greek god. Casey took the ice pack for his head and the cold water to sooth his nerves. “Come in. I’ll put dinner on the table and call the garage. I know the mechanic very well. I’m sure he’ll come over very soon and look at your car.” Casey’s options were limited. He attempted a calming breath.

Once inside, Raphael looked suddenly vulnerable. It was an obvious change from his earlier confident demeanor. He addressed Casey almost bashfully, “I’m sorry about your car, but I’m happy that I was given an opportunity to apologize to you. I didn’t mean to come on so strong before. When I’m nervous, I do ridiculous things. Meeting you with that silly, half naked grand entrance was embarrassing, not to mention bringing you up to the bedroom to look at the view.” Casey was confused as he sipped his ice water and applied the cold compress to his neck. Raphael continued, “When I saw you arrive from the window upstairs, I was so desperate to impress you that I behaved like a fool.”

Casey attempted to make sense of this curious confession. He assured Raphael that he didn’t need to apologize. “No, please, you were the perfect host. I just freaked out because… well because your place is so amazing and you’re, quite frankly, so hot.” Raphael chuckled modestly. “ME? YOU. I’m so insecure that I spend hours at the gym and starve myself to the point that my abdominal muscles are visible through my skin.” Casey laughed heartily, instantly diffusing the situation.

“Well, congratulations it worked. I was so impressed by you that I was terrified.” The two men felt instantly at ease with each other as they looked into each other’s eyes.

Raphael gestured towards the kitchen, his tone casual and sincere, “Are you sure I can’t get you some of my mom’s mole sauce? it’s pretty incredible, and made from scratch. She made the whole dinner for us. I can’t even make toast.”

“I’m starving and that actually sounds incredible. Plus, I really would love to take in more of that amazing view.” Raphael smiled, then admitted this was his uncle’s home. He explained that his uncle had no children. When he died, he left it to him.

Casey really enjoyed the new Raphael. Suddenly the suave stud seemed approachable. “Good for you. It’s always great to hear when good things happen to nice people.”

Raphael’s big brown eyes seemed to swell up at the thought of his good fortune and the generosity of his family, “So kind of you to say. Let me get you some dinner. I’ll also get on the phone to call the mechanic.” Raphael began dialing the phone. “The sooner he gets here, the sooner he can fix your car and you can get back to work.”

Casey got up and walked over to Raphael. He took the phone out of his hands and placed it on a nearby bookshelf.

“No need to bother about the car just yet. We’ll get to it eventually. Let’s just enjoy that delicious dinner your mom made us. And then after, maybe you can show me the view from upstairs again?” They fell into a passionate kiss.

Raphael was surprised by this sudden turn of events. They never got around to the view upstairs. They made their way towards the couch in front the fireplace. That suited them just fine that evening. As far as calling the mechanic to fix the car, they finally made that call after breakfast the next morning.

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Ski Weekend

Aidan just finished pledging Alpha Beta Alpha fraternity and was now a full-fledged “brother.” He was easily the best-looking guy in the house. His tall swimmer’s physique made even the cheapest of clothes look like a hip fashion statement. His strong, handsome, scruffy face and stylish dark hair made him look more like a stud than the actual geek he was.

He hadn’t yet told anyone he was bisexual. It was a non-issue to him, and he figured that when the time was right, he’d share that piece of information with his housemates.

Tonight, the fraternity was hosting a beer blast, and it promised to be awesome. Kegs were brought in, and last year’s fraternity brothers were invited to attend. Aidan was psyched to get to know better the guys he’d be living so closely with, as well as some of the recent graduates.

One of the first guests to arrive was an alumnus named Karl. He was last year’s star athlete at the university. He excelled in every sport he played. Karl had short blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. His chiseled features and large muscular frame made him appear considerably older than the freshman pledges.

Karl knew he was hot, and he owned it as he strutted around his old stomping grounds.

Aidan locked eyes instantly with Karl as he entered the great room. “Looks like you’re going to be my replacement around here – you’re clearly the best-looking guy on campus. I assume you’ve already realized that your purpose here in the house is to be chick bait for the other brothers, right?” Karl laughed as he continued, “Yup, I bet the ladies love you!”

Aidan chuckled modestly. He knew Karl was right about his looks, although he wouldn’t have admitted it. He saw Karl’s statement as a great time to test the waters about revealing to his brothers he was “bi”. “It’s true,” he stated modestly, “the ladies do love me, and some of the guys, too! I figure, why limit yourself, right?”

Karl laughed as he continued to set up for the party. “What are you drinking? How about a

Gin and tonic… hold the tonic?” Karl winked. Aidan smiled and nodded “yes” to the cocktail.

The two men were finishing their drinks and enjoying the party when a displeased voice rose above the music. It was fraternity president Darrel. He was griping about a text he just received. “Damn it! I rented this incredible ski chalet for the weekend, and now my folks are coming to visit! Now, I can’t go!”

Karl didn’t miss a beat and approached Darrel. “Sorry to hear your plans got messed up. I’ll totally take the place for the weekend and cover the cost if you’d like.”

Darrel was grateful for a way out of the rental. “Thanks dude. That’s a huge relief. I owe you.”

“Happy to do it. I love skiing.” Without missing a beat, Karl turned to Aidan. “Do you ski? I’m an instructor. If you want to learn, I’ll teach you – free lessons.”

Even though Aidan had just met Karl, he believed him to be a good guy. “What’s the harm? I’ve always wanted to learn how to ski. Sure, I’m in, let’s do it!”

***

The weekend arrived, and it was time to head out to the mountains. Karl pulled up to the fraternity house in his charcoal-colored Jeep Wrangler. Aidan was packed and ready to go. He tossed his bags in the backseat and gave Karl a quick hello before asking, “What about skis? I’ve wanted to ask you about that. I don’t have any!” Karl chuckled, “You can rent them at the mountain. Don’t sweat it. If you’re all set, let’s do this!”

Three hours later, they pulled up to their destination—a small, quaint Swiss-style chalet. Snow blanketed the roof and surrounding pine trees. It was picturesque and idyllic. Upon entering, they discovered an inviting fire already roaring.

Karl dropped his bags by the door and bee-lined toward the full-sized bar adjacent to the sweeping leather couch. “Get you a scotch?” Karl inquired. “Hell yeah!” Aidan was quick to reply. Ah, this is the life!

Aidan decided to unpack before relaxing. “I’m going to find my room and put my things away. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Karl was in no rush to do anything but cozy up by the fire and enjoy a well-deserved cocktail.

Aidan found his room. It was quaint and cozy. Since it was only a weekend, he packed lightly: a pair of jeans, some boxers, socks, several tee-shirts, and sweaters. Ten minutes later, Aidan joined Karl back in the living room in front of the roaring fire.

“Got my Scotch?” he asked as he turned the corner towards the couch. “Right here.” Karl smiled as he held up a glass with one ice cube and a healthy pour of Glenlivet.

Aidan stopped in his tracks. He paused before carefully proceeding with his next question. “Dude, where are your clothes?” Karl leaned back on the leather couch, now fully reclined on the large sheepskin throw, holding his cocktail, fully disrobed.

“It’s hot in here, and it’s only us. Plus, this blanket was too soft to pass up. I figured, why not just make myself as comfy as possible?”

“Uh… okay, I guess.” Aidan stuttered.

As surprised as Aidan was, there was no denying that Karl looked ridiculously sexy. He had a smooth, tone body. His rugged frat-boy face look made him the perfect cover model of a beefcake magazine.

“Dude, I’ll totally get dressed if it makes you uncomfortable. I didn’t think it was a thing. We’re all fraternity brothers. You see the guys in the shower all the time.”

He’s right, we’re just two dudes. Why the big deal? Aiden thought, as he grabbed the Scotch and joined him on the couch. There was no denying that he was in heaven. The fire, the Scotch, and the weekend away with a cool fraternity brother. Perfect.

Karl tapped his phone, and the bluesy guitar music of B.B. King played through the Bluetooth speakers.

Aidan couldn’t believe how sexy and comfortable Karl looked. He had to admit it, he was desperate to slip off his boots, skinny jeans, and polo shirt. Why did he feel so awkward when he first saw Karl? This must be what fraternity life is like. Aidan laughed at his own silliness as he pulled off his heavy shirt. Next, the buttons of his jeans and socks. Soon the boxers were tossed by the fireside. Aidan reclined on the oversized, cool leather couch next to Karl. This feels nice, he thought. And the Scotch makes it perfect.  Karl was happy to see him getting comfy.

As the two men settled into the night, the bottle of Scotch slowly disappeared. The conversation got friendlier, and any awkwardness slipped away.

Aidan decided that now was a perfect time to mention his sexuality to Karl. He cleared his throat before proceeding. “I’m not sure if you picked up on this at the party, but I thought I’d let you know that I’m bisexual.” Aidan waited for a reaction, hoping he didn’t just make the situation between the two naked men awkward. Karl giggled politely. “Thank you for sharing that. Since you brought it up… you may want to know, I’m more into women.”

Aidan smiled, “I wasn’t coming on to you just now. I just wanted to be honest with you.” Karl leaned forward, a breath’s distance from his face, and whispered, “That’s a shame. I was hoping you were coming onto me.”

Suddenly confused, Aidan needed to ask, “I thought you just said you were straight.”

“No, I said I’m MORE into women. I never said that I didn’t like men as well or that I wasn’t into YOU.” Karl responded confidently as he leaned closer to Aidan. His muscular, naked body was now seductively close to him.

Aidan leaned forward to meet Karl’s mouth. This man is too delicious to not sample. Besides, he’s clearly ready to play.

The two fraternity brothers kissed and locked bodies in a fierce embrace as the fire continued to roar a few feet away.

The weekend continued similarly. Karl never unpacked his luggage, nor did they ever go skiing.

***

A week later, during a group dinner at the fraternity, Aidan could hear one of the brothers groaning about a test being sprung on him in a class. He was already doing poorly and was upset that he had to cancel his plans to go skiing this weekend. It was too late to get a refund on the cabin he rented.

Aidan quickly offered to take the chateau rental off his hands. He was confident that Karl would be happy to provide another ski lesson. A glint in Karl’s eye suggested he wouldn’t need to pack a bag for the trip, nor would they ever make it to the slopes.

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