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Farm Boy in Brooklyn

Bryce hit the genetic lottery when he was born.  He was a strapping farm boy with long tussled brown hair, bright blue eyes and a lean, muscular physique.  His fine features and lush lips made him easily the most attractive man in his small town.

He was eager to make a living for himself outside of Wichita Falls. On Bryce’s 21st birthday, he packed his belongings and headed for Brooklyn, NY. He dreamed of living in a creative city where he could be part of the art scene.

Bryce was able to find a great old brownstone apartment in Greenpoint. He shared it with a new super-hot roommate, Stephanos. Stephanos was a bouncer at a gay club. “Steph” as he was called, was an imposing Greek god of a man. His strict protein diet and relentless CrossFit workouts insured that his body was as impressive as his dark, chiseled face and perfectly quaffed hair.

Bryce settled into the brownstone easily. His bedroom was next to Steph’s. Steph had a longtime boyfriend, Demetri, who was easily as attractive as he was. In fact, the two of them looked almost comically alike. Are they Clones? Bryce chuckled to himself when he first met the two men.

Steph only saw his boyfriend on the weekend, and the two men weren’t quiet about concealing their passions when they were together. Not only did they loudly moan when having sex, but the bed unapologetically pounded against the wall Bryce slept next to at night.

It was the second week living in the apartment when Bryce learned that the small alley that separated his building from the one next door had a strategically placed window across the way. One night, Bryce got up to close his blinds and he realized that the inside of Steph’s bedroom could easily be seen in the reflection of his neighbor’s window.

At first Bryce thought a casual peek out the window during Steph’s marathon sex-capades were innocent enough. Steph certainly wasn’t shy about the noise he was making. Bryce needed to see what was happening to warrant that kind of banging and moaning that was being broadcasted through the walls.

Weekend after weekend, Bryce would sneak a peek in the window across the way at Steph and Demetri. The two lovers seemed to be in a competition for who could be better in bed. Bryce was impressed with what he saw, and found it ridiculously hot.

Steph never drew the blinds nor turned the lights off. The two men obviously enjoyed the view of each other’s ripped, perfect bodies and Bryce had to admit that he did too.

During the weekdays Bryce and Steph would hang out with each other. The two roomies discovered that they both had similar tastes in art, music and movies. It wasn’t long before the two men became best friends.

Bryce found himself less and less interested dating the guys in the neighborhood. Rather than going out, Steph’s company was all he desired.

He also found watching Steph and his boyfriend together less appealing. He became jealous of someone other than him being with Steph.

Bryce was troubled by the decision of what to do about this dilemma. Should he continue to live in an apartment where he was secretly in love with his roommate? Or should he move out and free himself from this painful, platonic relationship and find someone else to give his heart to? One thing was clear, the pain of Steph not being his was starting to become unbearable.

Bryce knew what the right thing to do was. As much as he hated the idea, he had to leave.

He and Steph had been roommates for almost a year now. His lease on the apartment was due and it was time to renew or terminate it.

Steph arrived home early this particular weekend and was carrying an assortment of things to prepare for a special evening. Flowers, candles and a bottle of expensive wine made it clear that Steph had something exceptional in store for his lover this evening.

Bryce swallowed hard and attempted to be casual, “Big night tonight? Special occasion?” Bryce planned to casually tell Steph that he wasn’t going to renew his lease and be leaving at the end of the month.

Steph smiled and answered, “Oh yeah, I’m planning something extraordinary for this weekend”. He continued without missing a beat. “Might as well tell you now, I thought I’d pop the question.” Bryce’s heart sank. He instantly felt nauseous and dizzy. He’s going to propose to his boyfriend this evening? Crap!

Steph continued excitedly, “Now I’ve got to think about what we’ll do with your room once you’re out of it.”

Bryce was speechless. He forced a fake smile and without a word made haste to his bedroom and dropped to his bed. What was he thinking? He should have known better than to fall for someone in a relationship! Silly country boy! I can’t face Steph again let alone listen to another night of lovemaking! Once he’s safely in his bedroom, I’ll just slip out. I can’t bear another second in this damn apartment!

Bryce didn’t want to think about what was next for him. Maybe I’ll just go back home? Brooklyn is more than I could handle!

The hours past. It grew later and later and Bryce didn’t hear any of the familiar sounds from the room next door. Just soft, easy sweet music through the walls but no voices. Certainly, no moaning or banging of the headboard.

What’s happening?

Bryce opened his blinds. Just a quick peek into Steph’s room to see what’s going on in there.

 Through the reflection, clear as day Steph was on his bed, candles lit, music playing. He was laying there alone wearing worn jeans and a tee shirt Bryce brought him from Wichita Falls.

God that man is looking fine, he’s exactly what I’ve always dreamed of while growing up on the farm. His boyfriend has no idea how lucky he is – As a matter of fact, where is his boyfriend?

Bryce snapped out of his fantasy by the clear and obvious reflection of Steph waving to him from his bedroom. Is he waving AT ME? Can STEPH CAN SEE ME LOOKING AT HIM? He snapped the blinds closed. OH MY GOD how embarrassing! Probably just my mind playing tricks on me!

He parted the blinds once more and gave a quick glance through the slot.  Steph giggled as he again summoned him.

YUP! I’m so embarrassed. He saw me! Now I’m a peeping Tom! SHIT! What do I do? Bryce was paralyzed with embarrassment.

Through the paper-thin walls Steph called out, “Dude, what are you doing? Come here!”

It was obvious that he was caught. Busted. Time to own it. He took a deep breath and made his way to Steph’s room. The door was already open and the music was considerably louder. Candles burned. It smelled fragrant but masculine.

Steph’s deep, sexy voice boomed, “Ha, I thought you knew this whole time that I kept the blinds open for you to watch us!”

Huh? Bryce was stunned.

Steph laughed, “The fact that you were watching made me so hot.”

Bryce propped himself up against the door since his legs felt weak, time to change the subject, “Where’s Demetri? I thought tonight was the big night.”

Steph leaned back in his bed against his pillow looking even sexier than before. “It is a big night! It’s the night I was going to ask you to move out of your room.”

Bryce gulped, Ah, the matter of the lease.

“I could be out of my room by the first of the month.” Bryce assured.

Steph tilted his head like a confused puppy. “I’m not sure why you need to wait till the first of the month?”

Bryce took offense. “Well, I’m paid up until then! When did you want me out?”

Steph asserted, “I was thinking tonight.”

“TONIGHT!” Bryce couldn’t help himself to object.

Steph laughed, “Yeah, I was hoping you’d sleep with me in my room tonight. Starting tomorrow, we’d start making your room the guest room for when your parents visit.”

Hold it what? Are you single now? Are you we a couple? Bryce’s mind was now blown.

He turned red and laughed at his own foolishness.

“Actually, sure – tonight will be perfect to move into your bed, let’s start now!” He chuckled as he excitedly made his way towards Steph.

Once on the bed that he dreamt of laying on for the last year, desperate to be the one in Steph’s arms, he couldn’t help himself but to ask, “So, you really were turned on by me watching you?”

Steph chuckled as he nodded, “I think that’s the only reason my relationship lasted as long as it did, because knowing you were watching me in the next room made it so hot.”

Bryce nestled himself under Steph’s muscular arm and whispered, “If me watching you from the next room turned you on, you’d better prepare yourself for what’s in store now that I’m in your bed.”

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Happy Birthday

Riley dreaded today. As with most men turning forty, it isn’t something he looked forward to. Being thirty-something suited him just fine, but forty felt like he was on the verge of being old.

Being single wasn’t helping Riley with his birthday humdrum. He wanted love and to be in a relationship, but he had come to accept that he most likely wasn’t ever going to find anyone.

Everyone referred to him as “a catch,” but online dating wasn’t his thing either, nor were casual hook-ups. Riley did everything he could to retain his strong, attractive looks by working out, getting stylish haircuts, and keeping up with current fashions.

He’d only been in love once in his life. That was in college. It was with his best friend, Cole. He ended the friendship after turning down an invitation to be Cole’s best man and declining to attend the wedding. Riley was fond of Cole’s bride, Sally—she was as beautiful as she was sweet. He desperately wanted to be in their lives, but he just couldn’t do it. The happier the two of them were together, the more Riley’s heart ached over Cole. He eventually decided that he need to opt out of their friendship for self-preservation.

Cole was everything Riley wanted in a partner. He was smart, funny, caring as well as ridiculously attractive and well-built with a long, lean muscular torso and the ideal smattering of body hair. Cole was a true sportsman and because of him, Riley ended up surfing, skiing and partaking in every outdoor activity imaginable.

***

Today’s birthday started like every other: texts, calls and cards from family and a few close friends. Showered and dressed, he contemplated what to do with his special day. As he settled in front of his computer to work, his phone rang with an unknown number.

Probably a spam call, but I’d hate to be rude to someone who remembered my birthday.

Riley cautiously answered the phone, “Hello…?” “Riley?,” the voice asked as if unsure if he called the correct person. “It’s me, Cole… I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.” Riley sat motionless. He couldn’t believe Cole was calling.

Riley hesitantly replied, “Thanks… Cole.” An excited, “Wow. I can’t believe I got you!” followed by, “So great to hear your voice. I couldn’t let you turn forty without wishing you a happy birthday!”

Riley wasn’t sure what to say or even where to begin. Perhaps it was best to just be polite and excuse himself from the call quickly.

“So great to hear from you. Thanks for the well-wishes. I appreciate you remembering, but I really must get to work!”

“Oh, sure, silly me,” Cole replied. “Before you go, do you have plans for dinner? I live in the next town over I’d love it if you came here and we could celebrate.” Riley didn’t miss a beat before replying, “Ah, sorry – already have something lined up for tonight, but thank you.”

“Well, if you change your mind, please call. I’m a good cook. I’d love to help you celebrate your big day.”

Riley was resolve in his decision to get off the call. “Very kind of you. I appreciate you remembering my birthday. Talk soon.” But before he could hang up, Cole again extended his invitation, “If you change your mind – please call!”

Riley hung up and sat for a moment as a flood of old emotions came over him.

That deep sexy voice. That sweet demeanor. I guess I never did get over him!

  ***

The day passed; much of it thinking about Cole. Riley remembered their night in the park drinking beers and talking about their futures. Cole would always say how he and Riley would be best friends forever, as he promised that they’d be the kind of buddies that would never let a woman get between them. Ironically Riley thought, that’s exactly what ended up happening.

Curiosity plagued Riley. What was Cole up to? If he’s been in a town nearby all this time, how has he never run into him? Is he still married? Is he still hot? Employed? Riley’s imagination wouldn’t relent.

***

Riley couldn’t concentrate on making dinner or settling in to watch TV. Instead, he decided to look online to see what he could find out about Cole’s life. Search how he may, Cole didn’t seem to have any social media presence.

Who doesn’t have a Facebook or Instagram account now-a-days?

 Riley’s search revealed a home address.

I’d love to see his house, where he lives. Heck, it’s only 6:00. It’s early. I may as well just drive by. It’s only thirty minutes away. A nice night for a casual drive.

 As Riley drove, his mind kept wondering: Am I nuts to go over there? What am I doing? Whatever happens, I’m not ringing the bell to say hello. I’ll just drive by quickly to see what kind of life he’s made for himself.

Riley pulled up to the address on the phone. It was a modest, quaint home with a fresh coat of paint and an antique porch swing.  The kind of home that houses a happy family.

 Good for him, Riley thought.

He fought the urge, but ultimately couldn’t resist. Riley needed to get out of the car and take a closer look inside.

Okay, I know this is wrong and I’m a peeping Tom, I’ll just stand on the porch and look in. If anyone catches me, I’ll just say I was about to ring the bell. I need know what’s going on inside!

Riley stood on the porch. As luck would have it, he could easily see into the kitchen from the window near the front door. Cole could be seen with his wife and kids sitting around a birthday cake singing.

Damn, he hasn’t aged in twenty years. Still an athlete, still has a great body and full head of hair. The least he could have done is be bald and out of shape!

Riley’s heart raced. Butterflies flooded his stomach.

How do still have feelings for this guy!?

Riley could see Cole’s family gathered around a large frosted cake. He figured it must be one of Cole’s kid’s birthdays today, too. Riley could feel himself sinking into the same petty jealousy that cost them their friendship so many years ago.

“Hi, you here for the cake?” asked an innocent looking teenage boy no more than 100 pounds with bright red hair.

Riley turned in surprise. He knew he was busted. Time to think quick. “No, ah, no. Just realizing I’m at the wrong house. I thought this was 1239 not 1236. My mistake.”

Riley readied himself to retreat.

The teen replied in a high-pitched voice, “I do that shit all the time,” as he rang the doorbell.

Riley panicked. How could he quickly make his escape? He rapidly retreated to his car praying he had the time to slip away before anyone answered the door and discover him.

“RILEY IS THAT YOU?” Cole called out from the porch.

Riley knew that he wasn’t going to get away. DAMN IT! Best to man up.

He turned and weakly smiled.

“Hey Cole. Just in the neighborhood and thought I’d drive by.” Riley cringed as he said the words fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded.

 Cole rushed over and before Riley could extend his hand for a shake, he was caught in a bear hug. “So glad you stopped in! You have no idea how happy I am to see you. You look amazing. Certainly, nowhere near our age.”

Riley chuckled to himself; same old charmer.  He knows how to say all the right things. But if we’re both being honest here, Cole looked freaking amazing!

Riley decided that it was best to be honest—just state his position and excuse myself from the situation as swiftly as possible. “Cole, I appreciated the call this morning, and the invitation, truly I do. I’ll be honest that I was curious as to how you were and what you were up to, so I drove by. But since I’m here, I have to admit that I’m not sure if I’m really up for a social visit at this time.”

Cole smiled with the same big blue, sweet eyes that Riley remembered from high school. Just like when they were kids, Cole would look and Riley and his heart would melt.

Cole put his hand on Riley’s shoulder. “Riley, I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’ll just say it… I know why you ran away from me when we were young, and I really don’t know what I’d do if you did it again. Every day I regret letting it happened – for not coming after you. When we were young, I knew what you were doing and why you were doing it, I just didn’t know how to deal with it. My intention was never to cause you so much pain that you’d not want to see me.”

Riley stopped Cole. He didn’t want to hear anymore. He couldn’t hear anymore. “Water under the bridge. A young gay boy who fell in love with his straight buddy. It’s a gay cliché.”

Riley tried to free himself from Cole’s hand on his shoulder but couldn’t. Cole remained with his hand steadying him.

“Can I please explain myself before you run away again? I just would appreciate two minutes of your time to let you know why I called you today.”

Riley removed Cole’s hand from his shoulder. “Sure. Go ahead.”

“Sally and I are still together, but just as friends. It’s been that way for 15 years now. We still love each other but not the way you think. It was my kids that insisted I call you today. They’re tired of listening to me talk about you.” Cole laughed at himself. “They can’t take it anymore. They found you on Facebook. You see, I came out of the closet a while ago. When we were friends, I was afraid of being a gay man. I’m not anymore. Riley, you made my heart sing and my life complete back then. I was hoping we could get to know each other again, see if we could fix a mistake, a mistake that I think we both made years ago. What do you think? Can you come in and meet everyone? Let us sing ‘Happy Birthday’ and have a piece of cake?”

Riley fought his emotions as he choked out the question. “Whose birthday is it anyway?”

Cole smiled as he pulled Riley towards him into another hug. He whispered, “It’s yours. I baked that cake hoping you’d come by tonight and celebrate with us.”

Riley’s butterflies subsided and his heart filled with a warmth he hadn’t felt in many years. Riley suddenly wanted nothing more in the world to stay and to celebrate. Birthday cake sounded like the most perfect thing right now. “I’d really like that,” Riley replied.

Cole sweetly took his hand and lead him to the house to introduce him to his kids and to sing him “Happy Birthday” and give him a slice of cake.

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Randy Repairman

Working from home is a challenge, especially when internet problems happen.

John is a meticulous, corn-fed midwestern man in his early thirties. His trendy haircut and day-old’s scruff is more of a fashion choice than his lack of wanting to shave. He’s not looking to meet someone, but just in case, he keeps himself ready and in great shape.

John’s job as a researcher for a large tech company allows him to work at home but at the end of each day, he is required to email his findings.

Today, when he started his computer, he noticed something was amiss — the computer couldn’t access the internet.

It’s probably this old router. God knows how old this thing is.

After resetting it several times, it still was barely able to stay connected. He called the cable company, and they promised to have a repairman out to his place by noon to see what the problem was.

Sure…We’ll see what time the serviceman actually gets here. I’m not holding my breath for him to arrive on time.

At 11:30AM the doorbell rang. Not bad. Let’s get this over with and back to my research. John quickly opened the door. What stood on the other side of the screen door was not what he expected. Rather than the usual tired, middle aged repairman stood a twenty-five-year-old hunk with a hard hat and a body that was even firmer. His heavy tool belt hung low on his hips and pulled his work pants down just enough so you could make out his ‘V cut’ abs.

John couldn’t help but laugh to himself. Is this guy REALLY a cable guy or did I just walk on to the set of a porn movie? Only in skin-flix do repair men look like this.

“Hi, I’m Randy, I’m here from Rocket Cable services. Could I come in? Should I take off my shoes?” he politely inquired.

John caught himself mid-dirty daydream and casually answered, “Sure – why not, thanks for asking… The router is in the office, near the desk.”

Randy placed his shoes by the front door, “Gotcha, show me where it is?”

John’s heart skipped a beat as he lead the way, “Follow me.”

Randy set himself up next to the desk as John sat nearby pretending to work. John wasn’t able to write anything. The only thought on his mind was Randy’s perfectly shaped, muscular ass. John didn’t consider himself a butt man, that is until just this moment. Now, he was all in.

Randy leaned back with the internet router in his hand, “boy-o-boy, this is an old one. It’s most likely toast.” He continued to say in his innocent, “aw shucks” country accent, “I could reset it if ya want, but I’m not sure how long it will work. Let’s try it and see if I can fix it. If it fails again, I can bring you a new one.”

John smiled mischievously. “Sure. reset it. Hopefully it won’t work so you can come back and bring me a new one.” John wondered just how aware Randy was of the obvious flirting he was doing.

Randy reached into his tool belt and pulled out his business card. “No need to bother with the customer service line. Just ring me directly and I’ll get you set up.”

John took the card but didn’t look at the number. His eyes refused to look at anything but the yummy smattering of dark chest hair that peeked out from Randy’s perfectly form-fitting work shirt.

The next morning. Coffee perked right on time. 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, half hour of yoga, a shower and John was ready to begin his day. It was time to get to work and write.  The familiar tone of his computer quickly revealed that access to the internet was not happening. The router failed again! Rather than a frustrated groan, a smile crossed John’s face.

Well, looks like I’ll have to have Randy swing by again!

Without wasting another moment, he called Randy’s cell.

“Hi Randy, not sure if you remember me, I live on Main Street in…” John didn’t complete his sentence before Randy responded, “You’ve got an A-70 router that we reset yesterday. It’s not connecting today, huh?”

John smiled. Clearly, he made an impression. “If you don’t mind — I guess it needs to be reset again.”

“I’m finishing up a job downtown. I can swing by before noon.”

John’s voice cracked a bit with giddy excitement. “Sure. See you then!”

John tried to focus on his work but the clock before him kept promising that Randy would be arriving soon. Best to focus on something else before he gets here. John pulled out his guitar. Anything to not further obsess about the ridiculously hot man who will be here shortly.

Finally, after what seemed to be forever the door-bell rang. “Be right there!” John lingered a beat so it didn’t seem like he had been anxiously waiting for him to arrive.

Randy once again stood on the opposite side of the screen this time, looking somehow even hotter than yesterday. Oh, come on, give me a break, this man is too damn sexy to really be doing this for a living. This must be one of those hidden camera shows! John silently decided.

Randy innocently entered and inquired, “Sorry I forgot. Do you want me to take my shoes off?” John replied, “Yes if you don’t mind.”

Once again Randy made a few adjustments and reset the router. “It’s working now, but If you power down your laptop at night, you’ll need me to reset the router in the morning for you.”

John knew he needed to replace the router but who cared if it worked correctly? Randy was a welcome treat in the morning.

“Let’s just try it again. Give it another shot. It’ll probably be fine now.” Randy wasn’t sold on this being the best plan, but he was okay with making a customer happy.  “If you insist that we try it again… You have my number if it stops working.”

John smiled as Randy gathered his tools and exited the door.

The next morning: After yoga, coffee and the usual workout, John once again restarted his computer.

Please, please please don’t connect!

Dead. No internet. The router didn’t work and John wasn’t upset about it in the least. Randy’s card was easy to find and he quickly called.

“John?” Randy answered. Recognizing the number. “Yes, Hi Randy. The damndest thing… The router seems to still not be working again.” Randy took a second to reply, “Fine, I’ll stop by. But I need to tell you, if I come up there again, I’ll have to include a service charge.”

John knew that Randy was on to him. He couldn’t help himself when he replied, “Not a problem… but just to be clear, how much will you charge me to service you?

John wasn’t sure what to make of the quiet on the other end of the phone. Randy didn’t respond; however, five minutes later the doorbell rang and he was standing there with a mischievous smile on his face. “I’m here to take a look at that router again. Would you like me take my shoes off before entering? …anything else?” Randy inquired as he unfastened his tool belt.

John replied, “Yes, your shirt and pants as well, please.”

That night. Randy installed a brand new router for John. Even though it now works perfectly, he still makes a service call to John’s apartment every morning.

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Aussie Actor

Hollywood, CA. It was just another day for James. He was the only male in the class along with seven aspiring actresses. A newcomer to Hollywood, he had moved here only a year prior.

His entire life he was told that he should be an actor. James certainly had the look for it.

He had long chestnut hair and green eyes. He had a strong build and impressively attractive face with perfect teeth that revealed an infectious smile.

James remained friendly to his classmates, but kept to himself regarding his sexuality. He was unsure whether he wanted to be an “out” actor yet.

Today’s class promised to be like every other that preceded it, but this time the instructor introduced a new student. His name was Sasha and he had just arrived from Australia.

Up till then, James was the eye-candy all the girls enjoyed. But now Sasha had joined them. The­­ moment he entered the room, his confident swagger and beaming smile captured the hearts of everyone.

Sasha had thick black short hair that matched his thick eyebrows and perfectly groomed scruffy beard.  His chestnut-colored eyes were deeply set into his handsome, strong face. His muscular build made him the perfect leading man. “He could lead me straight into the bedroom,” one girl giggled silently to herself as introductions were made. James whole-heartedly agreed.

Sasha was not only spectacular to look at but a mystery James now needed to solve.

Straight, gay, bi, pan? What was his deal?

Every girl flirted with him. Sasha politely flirted back but nothing ever seemed to go anywhere with any of them. Was Sasha just being focused and professional?

Finally, it was James’s week in class to be Sasha’s scene partner. Before assigning scenes, the instructor announced that this week things would be a bit different. 

Oh, god no! If I’ve been looking forward to working with him for months!

James dreaded what the instructor would say next. “Rather than me assigning you all the scenes, it’s up to you to bring something in to act in.”

IS IT TRUE? Perfect! Not the bad news he thought it would be.

James instantly had a steamy scene in his head that would end with them kissing. What a week this would be! Not only would he get to spend time with Sasha, but he’d actually get to kiss him!

James knew that choosing this scene would likely reveal to the class that he was gay. He decided that a kiss from Sasha was worth coming out for.

James approached Sasha, attempting to hide his eagerness. “Hey, looks like we’ve got a scene together. I’ve got one in mind if you’re ok with that?

Sasha mumbled shyly, “Sounds good, you pick it… I’ve got a bully of a week this week.”

“Great. I’ll email it to you tonight. Let me if you’re available to get together to rehearse.”

In his thick accent, he answered, “Cool-cool. Looking forward to it. Gotta split now,” as he scurried out the door.

James emailed Sasha the scene later that night but never heard back. 

Did he get it? Did he read it? Are they going to practice the scene? James texted him once or twice but never received a reply.

He must be pissed at me for sending a scene with two guys kissing. What was I thinking? James fretted.

On the day of the next class, James stood outside the building waiting for Sasha. He wondered if his scene partner would even show up today. I must have scared this guy back to Australia.

Class was about to start when Sasha’s car raced up in the lot and parked. Sasha quickly gathered his papers and hurried to get to class before it started.

James approached him before entering the building. “Hey, Sasha, did you get the scene? What did you think? What’s up? Are we even performing today?”

Sasha answered apologetically, “Sorry. Moving here to the States was more work than expected. It was a bollix week with my stuff arriving from overseas. Yeah, I’m ready to do the scene if you are.”

James was surprised at the answer. “Sure. I’m ready too, I guess.”

Sasha gave James a reassuring pat on the back as he headed into class, “Let’s not be late, mate.”

The class was beginning. Everyone took their seats. James couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering over to Sasha. Sasha’s white tee was just the right amount of tight. His sculpted chest filled out the shirt perfectly and his muscular arms stretched the sleeves tight. He was dressed in worn, fitted jeans and leather motorcycle boots. James thought, He has no idea how sexy he looks right now.

James was getting more and more turned on as he stole casual glances of Sasha.

He panicked, Damn it. My heart is pounding out of my chest! I’m so hot for this guy, I’m going to pass out before I even get to do the scene.

The instructor called James and Sasha to the stage. It was their turn to impress the class. James fought the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Be chill. Remember your lines and your training. You’re an actor. Be professional. Stop acting like some teenage girl crushing on a boy!

Sasha started. James was pleasantly surprised, Wow, he’s quite good. A natural.

James grabbed Sasha’s arms as the scene reached its climax. Sasha’s biceps were like baseballs and his chest was rock hard. James swooned as Sasha started delivering his romantic monologue. Sasha cradled James’s head in his hands as he slowly drew him near. It didn’t matter what Sasha was saying, or even if his performance was any good. James was sold the second he felt Sasha’s warm breath on his face. Seconds felt like hours as Sasha drew James closer to him for the epic Hollywood screen kiss.

“The aliens be damned. We’re alone and free, that’s all that matters. You’re finally mine!” whispered Sasha seconds before their lips touched. A kiss. Sasha’s lips were soft, warm, wet and delicious—just as James imagined they’d be. James closed his eyes and swooned. I don’t care who is watching. I’m going to savor this moment forever.

Applause snapped James back to reality. His teacher and class mates clapped enthusiastically.

Wow, that was amazing. I guess they liked the scene, too, James thought to himself.

“Nicely done, Mate.” Sasha extended his hand for a congratulatory shake.

“Uh. Yeah, you too.” James was still on cloud nine. He made his way back to his chair. Hopefully his jeans weren’t telegraphing how turned on he was.

The instructor made his way to the front of the class to give further instructions. “Good job everyone. Let’s keep these groups next week as well.  I really liked the pairings. But this time, the other scene partner picks the scene for next week.”

James was surprised that the teacher didn’t comment on his choice in material. He was curious about what Sasha thought. He headed over to make small talk. “Great job man. Sorry we didn’t get to rehearse this week, but looks like we nailed it.”

Sasha smiled, “Ya, looks like we were a hit. Guess they liked it… and us.”

James attempted to hid just how much he enjoyed the kiss. He cleared his voice and put on his best casual “bro” voice, “Do you have any ideas on what scene you’d like to do next week?”

Sasha smiled, “Actually I do. Ever see the movie, The 10 Year Plan?”

James was as shocked that Sasha would know that movie. A gay romantic comedy?

“Actually, I LOVE THAT FILM!” James almost comically blurted out.Sasha continued, “There’s a scene on the couch when Myles goes on a Grindr date.”

James gulped hard. Could he mean the scene that starts with the guy putting his hand on his date’s thigh and ends up in a steamy make-out session?

James’s face revealed to Sasha that he knew the scene all too well. Before James could answer if he was familiar with the film, Sasha replied “Yup, that’d be the scene. Feel like coming over later and working on it? I could order us some dinner.”

James took a deep breath and replied as casually and coolly as one could, “HELL YEAH, I DO! Be there at Eight!”

 

 

 

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The Sexy Stableman

Charlie was just growing into his looks. He was always cute, but now he was developing strong, masculine features and was quite a looker. Charlie’s dark hair and bright blue eyes made him stand out. He was also taller than most of the boys in his graduating class. Being an avid swimmer gave him well-defined muscles and a slender torso. Others started to take notice of Charlie’s attractiveness; but he was completely unaware of it himself.

Charlie’s childhood was spent hanging out with his best friend, Griffin, who lived in a large mansion on the shore of Long Island. Charlie spent many nights fantasizing about Griffin’s Au Pair—a young French girl several years older. For the last five summers, she would fly to the States and care for Griffin while his parents travelled the world. Her name was Dominque, and she was a beauty. Her golden blonde hair framed her soft porcelain skin and fine, delicate features. For a young woman with a small frame, she was remarkably busty. Charlie was attracted to her unapologetically free nature.

Over the years, Charlie and Dominque had become good friends. When Charlie was graduating high school at eighteen years old, Dominque was in her mid-twenties. “Next summer, I will no more be working here,” said Dominique. “Before you go to university, if you like, you may come spend the summer with me in Corsica. Visit with me and see my country. It will be a splendid treat.”

The idea of spending the summer with this beautiful woman excited Charlie. He hadn’t admitted this to anyone, but he was a still virgin. He wanted Dominque to be his first. What better to lose your virginity than making love to a beautiful French woman on a far-away island on a hot summer night?

Charlie had never having been out of the country before and underestimated how difficult it would be to reach the small country village where Dominque was working. When Charlie finally arrived at the chateau, he was exhausted, but the picturesque landscape revitalized him. The rolling hills, horses, and quaint cottages were more breathtaking than he could have imagined.

With his pack firmly secured on his back, he swung open the old, creaky door to the vine covered stone chateau that would be his home for the summer. The inside of this old, restored farmhouse was pristine and perfect. It smelled of fragrant musk and wood. A smattering of tables dotted the main room where guests enjoyed their afternoon tea and cakes.

Dominque looked up to see who just arrived. Her face lit up with a warm, loving smile. Charlie instantly lit up, too. She rushed over to greet him with a kiss on each cheek. “I’m thrilled to see you! Delighted you could spend some time with me. I have to admit, though, I thought it you were arriving next week!” Before Charlie could respond, Dominque continued, “No matter. It makes no difference. I’m happy you’re here!” Charlie sighed in relief. 

Thank goodness it’s not a probelm, he thought. I’ve been travelling all day. Where else would I go?

“Let’s get you settled. Perhaps a warm bath? I’ll also need to familiarize you with the rules of the place.”

Bath? Okay… I’d prefer a shower but a bath sounds nice.

“I hope you don’t mind if I put you with our stable hostler. He’s lovely.”

Hostler? Is that the guy who maintains the horse stables?

Charlie was disappointed that he wouldn’t be staying with Dominque, but then he chuckled to himself for being so presumptuous.

Dominque led him down a path behind the old building toward several smaller cottages. One was slightly larger and more inviting than the others. “This is Julian’s place. I’ll introduce you now, but just know he speaks very little English.”

Dominque faintly knocked on the door. A man’s voice called out from inside, “Un minutu per piacè.” The door squeaked open and revealed a man in his mid-twenties, shirtless and with his jeans unbuttoned. Dominque explained in his native Corsican dialect that Charlie would be staying with him.

Julien reached and shook Charlie’s hand. His wavy brown hair and sparkling bright hazel eyes perfectly suited a slightly scruffy face that was almost too attractive. His well-toned torso and well-defined abs gave no question that he was indeed like the horses he cared for, a stud.

Charlie didn’t realize that he was staring. His eyes fixated at the trail of fine blonde hair that led from Julien’s navel down the front of his still un-buttoned jeans.

Dominque’s apology snapped Charlie out of the daydream, “I’m sorry but I’ve got to get to work. Dinner shift is starting. Tomorrow I’ll take you around and show you the town.” “Great – No worries” Charlie stammered, hoping that no one noticed him staring at Julien’s muscular physique.

Julien clasped his jeans, grabbed a shirt and his leather hat, and left with Dominique.

Charlie didn’t waste a moment making himself comfortable. He stripped out of his travelling clothes and made his way out to the back green and the large copper tub. At first, he was uncomfortable with the idea of bathing outside, but that feeling left as soon as he slipped into the warm water. The bath felt amazing on his weary body. Charlie let out a heavy, exhausted breath. He inhaled the sweet country air and looked out at the lush hills beyond. This is the life, he thought. As he soaked and relaxed, the setting sun delivered a breathtaking light show.

Night set in and time slipped away.

Later: Charlie was awakened by the clunk of a door. He suddenly realized he had fallen asleep on his bed with his robe wide open. Where am I?

Julien’s indecipherable words reminded him that he was not in the United States anymore. His second realization was that he had missed dinner. Charlie quickly closed his robe, trying to retain a modicum of modesty. Julien chuckled. “You and I will live very close this summer. We will have no secrets” Julien’s sexy smile immediately disarmed Charlie. It was true. Staying in the same room together for the next month would afford very little privacy.

Julien unbuttoned his previously crisp white shirt. He casually disrobed, revealing his picture-perfect, muscular body and apt appendage.

Boy-0-boy, this dude certainly isn’t shy and geezus now I can see why!

“I take bath now. Join me?” Julien wrapped himself in a small towel and grabbed a bottle of local wine. He held his hand over a second glass awaiting Charlie’s answer.

“I had a bath earlier,” Charlie explained.

“Then you take two today,” Julien teased.

Why not? I might as well get to know my roommate better.

The two men made their way to the outside tub. Julien slipped off his towel, giving Charlie a very clear view of his perfectly shaped behind before it slipped out of sight under the water. Charlie was less elegant about how he disrobed.

“You like Vinu? Hè bè!” Julien inquired as held up the bottle.

“Oui,” Charlie clumsily responded in the wrong language.

Julien poured the wine and casually leaned back in the water to enjoy. Charlie was surprised how someone could look both sexy and sweet at the same time.

Cricket’s chirped and the stars sparkled overhead­. The cool night air was a wonderful contrast to the warm tub water.

A few sips of wine later Julien leaned forward and inquired, “You came here to see Dominque, no?  A friend?” Charlie knew that if anyone could help him get to know Dominque better it was Julien, plus it was clear to him that this stud certainly knew how seduce the ladies.

“We met in the States. We’re just friends. But I hope this summer, to be a bit more.” Charlie confessed with an awkward wink.

Julien looked confused. Perhaps he didn’t understand his English. “You know Dominque is with the Matron of the house, no? They are a couple since September. She is quite faithful.” Julien explained.

Charlie’s face couldn’t hide his surprise.

Was this true? Had he just travelled all this way to just be friends?

Julien saw something was amiss. “Is this news upsetting to you? Did you think you would be her lover?”

“I must admit, I was hoping so, yes.” Charlie answered.

Julien refilled their glasses. Charlie wasn’t even aware that he had finished his off so quickly.

“Merci,” Charlie answered as he licked the drop of wine from the rim of his freshly topped off glass.

“Sorry to hear that you are disappointed that Dominque is with a girl this summer. But if it helps. I am single,” Julien smiled. Charlie was stunned.

Charlie couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to be with Julien. In the clear bath water, it became obvious to both men that the idea excited Charlie.

Julien rose from the bath and announced he was going to get some sleep. Charlie tightly tied his robe around his waist, hoping thick fabric would hide his arousal.

Back in their room, Charlie kept his robe on as he turned away and hastily slipped into his sleep shorts. Julien pulled off his towel as if he were alone in the room, and put on fresh underwear.

“Which do you prefer, top or bottom? 

Excuse me? Charlie stop dead in his tracks.

First, I don’t do that, secondly – even if I did, what a way to ask! Charlie thought.

Julien flatly made his suggestion, “I’ll take top. Better for you.”

Okay, someone’s a bit overly confident. I’m not really sure if I’m ready, especially considering what you’re pack’n, cowboy… Charlie gulped hard.

“This way if you need to pee in the night, no need to climb down the ladder.”

OH! Wow. The bunk beds! He’s asking about which bed I’d prefer!

Charlie hoped that Julien would assume his flush red face was because of the wine.

“Okay, great. Fine. I’ll take the bottom bed.” Charlie choked as the words came out.

Charlie quickly slipped into the bottom bunk bed and pulled the sheets up to his chin. Julien gathered a pillow and blanket from the closet.

As Julien stood next to Charlie’s bed reaching up to the top bunk, Julien’s boxers were eye level to Charlie’s resting head. Julien’s shoulders were above the top bed so he couldn’t see Charlie’s eyes studying what laid behind his tight, cotton briefs. Charlie already saw Julien’s impressive baguette earlier but somehow it seemed impossibly bigger and more appealing as it swayed and bobbed inches from his face.

Charlie imagined reaching out and taking it in his hand, feeling the firm girth of it in his fist. Why was he so turned on? He couldn’t understand how he flew all this way to be with a woman, but now all he could think about was this sexy stableman.

Charlie knew that as tired as he was, he’d never get to sleep being this turned on.  He had two choices. It was certainly a hard decision. The answer was staring him directly in the face. With two hands, Charlie grabbed Julien’s shorts and pulled them down. Oh lala- C’est bon, Charlie thought as he smiled. It was obvious that Julien had the same setback that Charlie did this evening. With that, Charlie decided to take matters into his own hands, and Julien was certainly glad he did.

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Prom Night Virgin

Bailey stood patiently in his tux as his parents snapped their photos. Although he feigned annoyance at the parental paparazzi, he knew that prom pictures came as part of the deal. A star athlete at Westmore High School, his parents couldn’t be prouder. With a handsome face, and facial scruff that framed his powerful jawline, 18-year-old Bailey already had the striking good looks of a man.

“Leave the man alone. You’ve taken enough photos. The limo is waiting!” barked his dad. He was only half-joking with his wife, since he was guilty of the same offense.

“Go, go, don’t be home late. No drinking!” Mom warned.

“Listen to your mother!” Dad inserted. Then he leaned in and discreetly whispered into Bailey’s ear, “Take this money and have a good time. Don’t worry about what time you get in.”

Bailey kissed his parents on the cheek, grabbed his dates corsage, and sprinted for the limo.

***

Inside the car, Bailey greeted his best friend Joey with a bro-hug. WAZZZUP?!

Joey and Bailey’s met in kindergarten and they’ve been inseparable ever since. Joey was gregarious and always up for an adventure. His family was of Italian descent and accepted Bailey as their second son. Joey was slightly shorter than Bailey and boasted a muscular body. There was no one in the school who’d challenge Joey. His ripped biceps and square pecs made sure of that.

Every girl fantasized about being on their arms, but Teresa and Cindy won the lottery tonight.

After enduring more parental paparazzi at the girls’ houses, the two couples finally headed for the prom.

The school’s gymnasium had been transformed into an immersive spectacle complete with mylar balloons, fragrant flowers and flashing DJ lights. Bailey and Joey entered like Hollywood leading men at red-carpet premier.

First song of the night was a slow, romantic ballad. Bailey held his date slowly, wrapping his arms around her waist and gliding around the floor. Joey did the same. Bailey couldn’t help but notice that Joey’s perfectly tailored tux gave him the profile of a young James Bond. His date is one lucky girl, he thought.

Joey gave Baily an enthusiastic wink that seemed to say, “In a few hours, we’ll be in a motel room with these girls!” Bailey returned an enthusiastic “thumbs up”.

Bailey heard all the stories about Joey’s conquests already. Joey was fearless in that department. Everyone admired him. Bailey on the other hand, although he looked like a stud, was still a virgin. The boys never kept secrets from each other, but that was one thing he never admitted it to his best bud.

Bailey sat down and quietly watched his friends dance. Joey’s tux jacket was now off and his tie dangled around his collar. It was clear his buddy was having a blast. Sweat started seeping through his trim dress shirt, causing it to cling even more tightly to his torso. Bailey could see why all the girls wanted him. Even sweaty, he looked sexy.

The girls’ parents set a strict curfew. The prom wasn’t even close to being over, but Joey knew that if they were going to get some motel time in, they’d need to leave early.

Bailey met up with Joey in the men’s room. “Fun dance, huh?” Joey huffed, slightly out of breath from the dancing. “We’ve got a choice to make; stay for king and queen ceremony or leave now and get some ass. You know which way I’m going to vote.” He playfully punched  Baily’s shoulder.

Bailey knew what Joey wanted to hear, but the butterflies in his stomach wanted him to give a different answer.

“Shouldn’t we ask the girls?” Bailey replied.  There’s no way these girls are going to want to leave.

Joey sighed, “Of course. But dude, if they change their minds and I end up eating the cost of the motel rooms, I’m going to be so annoyed.”

Joey wasted no time in consulting the girls. Cindy and Teresa looked at each other and giggled. “Sure, let’s go!” Clearly, they had their answer ready.

The girls grabbed their purses and nestled themselves under the arm of their dates, ready for the next part of the evening to begin.

***

A 20-minute ride (and several gin and tonics) later, the couples arrived at a quaint little motel on the outskirts of town.

“You gals hang here. Bailey and I will be right back!” Joey jumped out of the limo with Bailey in tow.

***

The front desk clerk was a young woman in her early thirties. She was plain but pretty. Her body language made it clear that she was not to be messed with.

“Hello my, dear lady. Name’s Joey. I’ve got a reservation for this evening,” he said with a flirtatious smile.

With a few clicks on the mouse, she called up the reservation. “Here you go. The room’s down the hall next to the elevator.” She slid a key across the counter.

“What about the other room? I reserved TWO rooms for tonight”. “Na, you reserved TWO BEDS in one room. It’s right here.” She turned the computer screen around for him to see. She was right.

“Fine. Then please give me another room.”

The clerk laughed. “You can’t think you’re the only two horny frat boys in this place tonight? I’ve been sold out for months.”

Bailey breathed a sigh of relief. This was his chance to make a break for it. “Dude, you take the room and I’ll send the limo back to pick you up after I drop off Teresa.”

“Two beds – two bros. Not a problem.” Joey turned to the clerk. “Fine, we’ll just take the one room.” He snatched up the key.

***

Minutes later, the couples were in the room. “Mind if I play something music?” Teresa inquired. She connected her phone to the radio Bluetooth and put on some mood music.

“EPIC!” Joey proclaimed. He peeled off his tuxedo shirt, showing off his muscular physique. He winked at Bailey, whose heart either stopped or skipped a beat. He couldn’t tell which.

Joey swooped Cindy up in his arms and kissed her passionately. Bailey wondered what Joey’s lips tasted like.

Teresa tugged at Bailey, snapping him out of his daydream. She ran her fingers through his hair and nibbled his ear. When that didn’t elicit the response she was hoping for, Teresa grabbed Bailey’s hand and slipped it onto her breast to speed things along.

Bailey tried to concentrate on his date, but the sounds from the other bed were too distracting. The beds were separated by only an end-table with a lamp on it. The room was dim, but Joey and his date were fairly visible. Every time Baily would sneak a peek, Joey would return his glance with a thumbs up or sly smile. Bailey quickly would to turn away, pretending they hadn’t made eye contact.

Bailey tried to concentrate on kissing Teresa.  His concentration broke when he noticed Joey silently signaling to him. Bailey looked over to see Joey, leaned back with his pants open and a big smile on his face as Cindy knelt in front of him. His grin widened as he brushed back his date’s hair so his friend could have a front row seat to the action.

Teresa was blissfully unaware that the Bailey’s bulge was for someone else. “Finally, someone’s turned on!” Teresa announced as she discovered his tuxedo torpedo standing at attention. With a mighty zip of his fly, she reached into his pants and grabbed her prize.

“Whoa!” Bailey jumped up, his head spinning and stomach twisting. “Sorry, I’m not feeling well.”

Bailey ran to the small bathroom to catch his breath and toss cold water on his face.

A soft knock at the door. Joey’s voice. “Bro, you okay? Can I come in?”

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

“I’m coming in anyway,” Joey replied.

Joey entered, his pants buckled but still shirtless.  He seated himself on the edge of the tub.

“You cool?” Joey wrapped his muscular arm around Baily, pulling him in towards his chest.

“I wouldn’t say I was cool. More like a dork who just freaked out in front of the two prettiest girls in school.” Bailey’s face was flush with embarrassment.

“Let’s go outside. You can hear everything outside this door. Plus, the cool air will help.”

Bailey gave a slight chuckle and nodded in agreement. It was true. When the girls were in here earlier, the boys could hear their entire giddy conversation.

Bailey felt better with Joey by his side. “We’ll chill in the limo, there’s ice in the mini bar there.” Joey helped his friend up and headed towards the door.

“We’re gonna take a walk,” he said to the girls. “Why don’t you girls watch some TV?” He playfully tossed the girls the TV remote on their way out the door.

The chauffer leapt out of the limo, surprised to see the two boys exit from the hotel room so soon. Joey pulled money from his wallet and handed it to the driver. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the lobby?” The driver took the twenty, tipped his hat and went inside.

Inside the stretch limo, the darkened windows afforded them some privacy. “Joey offered Baily a gin and tonic. “It’ll settle your nerves.”

Bailey sipped the cool cocktail. “Sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.”

Joey laughed as he leaned back. “You just got overheated in there. Everybody’s nervous their first time.”

“Me? A virgin? Yeah Right.” Bailey knew lying to Joey was a terrible idea, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t admit that he was still a virgin at 18-year-old? Not now, not tonight.

Joey stared at Bailey an impossibly long time then admitted, “I’m cherry too, dude. No shame”.

Bailey scoffed. Now you’re just making fun of me.

Joey continued, “Of course, I’ve let a few girls sample the sausage, but that’s about it. All those stories about me being a stud are just tales the girls all tell each other.”

Bailey wasn’t sold. Joey delivered a lengthy gaze. “Have I ever told you that I had sex? You may have heard it around, but did it ever come from my mouth?”

Mmm… Good point. He’s got me there.

Bailey was shocked. For the first time, suddenly Bailey didn’t know what to say to his buddy.

“You still don’t get it,” Joey said. “I didn’t want to having sex with the girls tonight. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I thought that’s what YOU wanted,” Baily replied.

“No Baily… I want you.”

Bailey’s brain tried desperate to comprehend what he was hearing. “You and ME?”

“It’s always been you and me. I just wasn’t sure how you’d react… If you were into it. So, bro, what do you think? You down with it being just us tonight. Now?”

Bailey’s heart raced. The words couldn’t come out of his mouth fast enough, “Are you kidding me?” Bailey reached over and clicked the lock button on the limousine doors.

“I hoped that would be your answer,” Joey replied as he gently grasped Bailey’s face in his strong hands and pulled him close. “There is no one I’d rather lose my virginity too.”

Bailey couldn’t agree more.

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Bicycle Short

Randy had just finished a long day cycling his favorite hiking trails. It was a grueling but invigorating 30-mile ride through some of the most extreme, yet gorgeous terrain Utah has to offer.

At twenty-five years old and standing a lean 6’2”, Randy was quite the looker. His light olive skin perfectly complimented his striking blue eyes and wavy, brilliant chestnut hair. Acting and modeling were his day jobs, but Randy’s true love was the great outdoors and pushing his body to its’ limits.

Now back at his jeep, he peeled off his sweat-drenched shirt and poured bracing ice water over his head.  AHHH, HEAVEN. The perfect way to end an incredible trek. Standing there in his bike shorts, shirtless and dripping wet, he thought, This is freedom.

After cooling down, Randy dried off with a towel and slipped on a fresh cotton shirt and flip flops. His tee-shirt stuck to his still-sweating sculpted pecs and chiseled abs. Without intending to, he was sexy as hell.

All packed up, he set forth on the long drive home with plenty of drinking water and protein bars at hand so he wouldn’t have to stop for dinner.

As he drove, the surrounding beauty hypnotized him. The setting sun painted the sky a gorgeous spectrum of pinks and purples. With the wind blowing in his hair and radio blasting classic rock, he failed to notice he was driving well above the speed limit.

Piercing the quiet meditation was a shrieking siren signaling that it wanted Randy’s attention. In the rearview mirror, he could see the state trooper motioning him to pull over.

Once safely on the side of the road, Randy sat quietly at the wheel and waited for the patrolman to approach. The sun, almost set, was now delivering a last dazzling display of light before nightfall.

A flashlight beamed into his eyes. Randy roll down his window.

“Any idea how fast you were going, Son?”

“I had no idea I was speeding,” he replied courteously. “My mind must have wandered with the beautiful sunset and this long stretch of empty road.”

“This is God’s country. No denying that.” The shined the flashlight on Randy’s face, and then in his lap.

Randy couldn’t help but notice that the police officer was certainly someone who enjoyed his time at the gym. With an impressive physique, well-defined jaw-line and Romanesque nose, this cop was a stone-cold stud.

“What are wearing there? Stretchy pants?” The officer’s flashlight focused on Randy’s crotch. He was aware that his spandex shorts left nothing to the imagination. Blessed with a substantial appendage, there was no way he could hide the fact he was becoming aroused. A distraction was needed quickly in order to stop his pant python from getting loose.

“They are bicycling pants, Sir. There’s a bike on the car rack. I were these when I ride.”

“You’re not getting smart with me, Junior, are you?” The cop peeked over the top of his sunglasses, revealing the most perfect green eyes. Randy’s heart skipped a beat.

The officer continued, “California plates. You’re obviously one of those LA pretty boys.” Randy decided to take a chance and do some subtle flirting. It might get him out of this jam. “Yes, sir. That’s exactly what I am. And judging from the way you fit into that uniform, with those hulking biceps, you’re a bad-ass, Utah patrolman.”

The officer snickered, “You got that right young man. And maybe this badass cop should teach you a lesson.”

Before Randy’s brain could stop him, his mouth blurted out, “Maybe a lesson in the back seat of your cruiser is a good idea.  I see you’ve got a set of handcuffs…”

The patrol man stopped dead in his tracks and stared Randy down. Clearly, Randy just crossed a line. He gulped.

The officer carefully thought about his next words. He clicked off of his flashlight. “Why don’t you get the fuck out of here? Go back to where you came from.” The patrolman turned and head back to his patrol car.

Randy’s adrenaline was sky rocketing. Was the cop really letting him go? His heart was pounding and his cycling shorts were now tighter than ever.

  That was crazy, dangerous…and HOT!

Randy rolled up his window, put the Jeep into drive and drove away.

What the hell did I just say to that cop? Am I insane? Holy shit!

He turned on the radio, set his cruise control to 55 and drove his jeep toward the county line.

Ten minutes later, a mere five miles before the California boarder, Randy heard another siren and saw flashing red lights in the rear view mirror. What now?

 He pulled over to the side of the road, rolled down the window and waited.

I know I wasn’t speeding!

 When the officer approached Randy was shocked to see the same cop as before. Before Randy could speak, the officer swung open the door and forced him out of his Jeep. Two massive arms flipped him around and pushed him against the hot hood of his car. The officer forcibly twisted Randy’s arms behind him and hand-cuffed him tightly.

“What did I do? What’s going on?”

The cop leaned toward Randy and growled, “You have the right to shut up.”

The office walked Randy to the back of his patrol car and swung open the door. With a forceful shove, Randy flopped forward like a ragdoll, face down onto the back seat. That’s when he heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy metal belt being unbuckled, followed by a zipper.

“Was this what you wanted, you smart ass, son of a bitch?”

Randy gasped, then held is breath. The officer was role-playing with him! He had never been this turned on in his entire life.

“Yes definitely.”

The officer climbed on top of Randy and whispered softly in his ear, “The name’s McCauley. I patrol these parts every Sunday between 5PM and midnight.”

Randy let out a small giggle. “If this is what I get for going ten miles over the speed limit, next week I may commit a felony!”

 

 

 

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The Hottest Guy in the Bar

James had moved to Manhattan’s East Village ten years ago to attend NYU’s film school. He wasn’t yet thirty years old,  but he already had quite a bit of on-set experience under his belt.

At 6’1″ with a corn-fed midwestern physique, James’ good looks won him favors with the women and men alike. This usually landed him on the “must hire” lists. He had medium length wavy chestnut hair and big hazel eyes. His lean, fit frame perfectly suited his clothes. He could made a simple white tee shirt, jeans and Chuck Taylors look like a million bucks. James was the kind of guy everyone stopped and took notice of when he strolled into work.

Not too far away— but not especially close, either—was a quaint gay bar that only the locals knew about. And that was just fine with them. It was a small space, tastefully decorated. It served as a comfortable watering hole to all those who lived in the area. The bar was frequently visited by a local whom everyone referred to as, simply, “DC.”

DC was of Egyptian decent and, at thirty years old, sported dark eyes, rich deep skin and sexy brooding features. His strong face was framed with impossibly dark, thick hair atop a tone, muscular body. A real cocksman.

DC—and the reason for his nickname—became an obsession to James. He asked around about DC, but the replies were always the same. They’d giggled and say, “Hopefully one day you’ll be lucky enough to find out for yourself why he’s called DC.”

James’ longtime boyfriend recently broke up with him. It was a cold December night, just before Christmas. He got the message via text:

Sorry, it’s not working out. I think we should just end it. Merry Christmas.

That was it. No additional explanation.

James hadn’t been alone in a long time. With the holidays around the corner, he was feeling down. A holiday cocktail at familiar watering hold with local friends was just the thing James needed to get his mind off his asshole ex.

The familiar moth-eaten Christmas decorations comforted James. The jukebox rang played Nancy Sinatra. The place was filled with a modest gathering of regulars, eager to share their holiday joy.

DC was there, too, looking fine as always. Up until this point, his interaction with James was a casual smile or bro-ish nod across the bar. He seemed to always be occupied with someone else in the tavern.

Tonight, though, was different. He caught DC’s eye as soon as he walked in. James settled down at the dark oak counter and hung his jacket off the back of the bar stool. DC sauntered up looking spectacular, as always.

With an impressive smile, DC leaned forward and offered a warm greeting, “Happy Holidays. I’ve been meaning to say hello the past few times I’ve seen you here, but you’re always gone before I come over.  Buy you a drink?”

James was flattered that he was on his radar. Being by himself this holiday really sucked. He was grateful for the company. Especially one has handsome as DC!

“Sure. Scotch and soda.”

Several Christmas carols and cocktails later, the were starting to connect. James wondered, How someone so mysteriously sexy can be so gentle and kind? The conversation was lively. DC had an incredible head for knowing things.

Funny how someone so awesome could be a few feet for all these years, yet you never said hello before tonight?

As they continued to talk, James couldn’t help but to wonder how DC got his nickname.  James gathered the gumption to ask.

DC laughed, “Honestly, I have no idea. It started several years ago and I truly have no clue why.” James wasn’t sure if he believed him, but DC seemed sincere.

Closing time arrived too quickly. DC grabbed James’s coat and helped him slip it on. “Want to come back to my place tonight?” he inquired with a smoldering gaze.

“Hell yeah!” The words slipped out of James’s mouth embarrassingly fast.

“I live alone, but I warn you, it’s a tragically small flat.”

“Okay by me. A small place to yourself is infinitely better than a bigger place you need to share with a roommate.”

DC lived in the East Village, too—in a pre-war building. The wood stairs and plaster walls were so old and tired they tilted sideways ,as if they were a movie set from an old German expressionist film.

His keys jingled as he pulled them out of his tight jeans pocket. He slipped them into the heavy metal door. Seconds later they were in the tiny apartment, making out against the wall.

James chuckled to himself, I thought this kind of thing only happened in movies?!

DC was so incredibly sexy. James couldn’t control himself. His excitement got the best of him. Perhaps he would soon discover the reason behind the nickname?

As they kissed, James’s hand slipped down the front of DC’s black skinny jeans. DC was certainly excited. Perhaps DC stood for “damn colossal?” James was impressed, and a bit intimidated.

DC grabbed James by the head and kissed him hard and deep once again. His strong arms grabbed tightly as if he were intending to crush him.

Tonight is certainly going to be one for “dear diary.”

The two men bounced off the walls of the tiny apartment as they pulled each other’s clothes off. Their mouths hungrily pressed together, engulfing each other in their passions.

As with many tiny NY apartments, DC’s bed was atop a loft built in the corner of the modestly decorated room. The queen size mattress laid overhead—three feet below the ceiling and accessible only by a wooden ladder.

DC whispered, “I want you in the worst way. I need you in my bed. Now.”

“I’m yours.” James was ready for whatever his lover desired.

The men climbed atop the mattress with barely any room between them and the ceiling. James rolled over on this his stomach. DC mounted James from behind, breathing in his ear, “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.” James melted. Who knew he was DC’s object of adoration for so many years? DC’s weight was considerable, but James didn’t mind.  It was all so thrilling.

DC delivered as promised. The sex was relentless. James indicated he wanted to try a new position. Without much room, their choices were limited. So James laid on his back and invited Amir to resume what he was doing oh so well.

DC’s brooding, smile was seductive. James’s heart melted. He braced his feet on the ceiling and readied himself for another bout of mind-bending sex. Suddenly, James was distracted by something. A smile crossed his face. He giggled.

“Feels good?” DC whispered.

Hell yeah, It felt damn good. But more than that, James finally realized why his lover earned the name “DC.”

On the ceiling right above him, James noticed the smudged footprints prints of previous lovers. The dark marks revealed DC’s well-earned nickname: “Dirty Ceiling.”

James was now satisfied.

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Threesome With My Ex

Tad was a hulking stud and a hopeless romantic. His wavy light brown hair perfectly framed his big brown eyes and square jaw. A CrossFit addict with a muscular body, that no one would believe it secretly housed an insecure geek.

Tad never dated much. In college, he had the perfect boyfriend: Lucas. They met during English Lit. Lucas slipped Tad a note that simply said, “Hi. Name’s Lucas – I’m not in the least interested in what this professor has to say today. Let’s ditch during break and split a pizza and pint. I’m buying.” They’ve been together ever since.

Tad was handsome, but Lucas was beautiful—with naturally good looks. His piercing green eyes sharply contrasted with his thick, dark hair and olive skin. He was tall with a trim swimmer’s build. He knew how to dress to impress. His hip haircut and trendy clothes made him impossible to miss when he entered a room.

One night, while enjoying a delicious home-cooked meal, Lucas reached across the table and tenderly took Tad’s hand.

Tad smiled. What’s this about? Is Lucas going to propose?

He tried not to show how excited he was. “More wine?” Tad asked nervously, trying to stifle the giddiness in his heart. “Na, I’m good, thanks.” Lucas passed on the refill, fighting the frog in his throat.

“I think I’ll have a some more then!” Tad filled his glass again and prepared for the question.

What should I do? Should I say yes? It’s all sudden!

Lucas continued, “This steak was delicious, perfectly cooked. You’ve become quite the chef. We’ve turned into quite the domestic couple.”

Tad laughed nervously as he shifted in his chair. It was true. In a short time, they’d become two home bodies.

“We’ve been together quite a while,” Lucas said, “and I’m not sure if you’re picking up the same vibe as I am but we seem to be in a rut.”

  Hold it, what? Is he breaking up with me?!

 Tad became tense. This is not what he was expecting.

“I think you know what I’m about to say.”

No. Actually I don’t. What are you talking about? Tad braced for impact.

“You know I love you, right?”

Tad gulped.  Yup, the start of every break up speech ever spoken.

 “I was thinking, maybe we could open up our relationship, maybe bring in another boy to play with us. Maybe that would help?”

Tad was stunned. As far as he knew, Lucas was a conservative and monogamous guy. Now he wanted to “spice it up?” “I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I’m kind of a one guy, guy. Bringing other dude’s int to play really isn’t my thing.”

Lucas understood, but he was quietly determined. “That’s cool. I totally get it, but being exclusive really isn’t working for me. I see all these hot guys. They’re always making all kinds of propositions. I would like to take a few up on it.”

Tad’s insecurities got the best of him. His fears were now realized. He just lost his boyfriend because he wasn’t attractive enough.

Lucas rested his arms on Tad’s shoulders and whispered softly, “I love you but, I want to sample what’s out there.”

Tad choked on his words, “I’m not going to hold you back. If you want see other guys, I won’t stop you.”

Lucas kissed Tad gently on the cheek. “I think I’ll go now.”

“That may be best.”

Lucas grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

“We can still be friends, right?” Lucas asked as he reached for the door knob.

“Sure,” he muttered. Then watched the man he loved slip into the night and out of his life.

* * *

Tad skipped the gym the next morning. He was too drained to get out of bed. The days seemed endless. A lonely bed. Meals by himself. The warm cuddles of someone you love, now sadly absent.

As Tad downed his third pepperoni slice, he flopped down on the couch. The doorbell rang. The sound drowned out the explanation as to why the bachelor failed to give the final rose to the eager brunette with a Christy Brinkley beauty mark just above her lip.

Who could it be at this hour? God, I look like hell and this place is a mess. Stop pressing that damn doorbell!

Tad looked through the peep hole. It was Lucas. His heart jumped. He swung open the door.

In the light from the porch lamp Tad could see that Lucas was not alone. On the front steps stood a dreamy hunk. Tad recognized him right away. His name was Brian and boy-oh-boy did he have a crush on him since grade school. They were besties growing up. Brian was the object of everyone’s desires. He was voted “best looking” in middle school and sported impossibly blue eyes, sun-kissed skin and golden blonde hair. The two boys were inseparable before Brian moved away.

God, did I have a crush on you, and now you’re standing in front of me looking F.I.N.E.

Confused as to why they were on his door step, Tad blurted out, “What are you doing here?” Lucas introduced his new friend, unaware that they were already acquainted. “This is Brian. He used to live around here and just moved back into town. Brian’s newly out of the closet and looking for friends.”

Tad swallowed hard. If Lucas was looking for a new boyfriend, he certainly found a good one. #jealous.

Brian stepped fully into the light. The more he could see of him, the more Tad’s heart fluttered. “Hi, I’m Brian. Nice to meet you.”

NICE TO MEET YOU? Do you really not know who I am? And how is it possible you look even better than I remember?

Tad was caught off guard. How could he not recognize him? They were best friends less than ten years ago.

Wait. Is Brian pretending he doesn’t know me?

Lucas continued, “Mind if we come in? I brought some beers.” Lucas winked, indicating that there was more to the story.

“Uh, I guess,” stammered Tad, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Why would Lucas just pop back into his life? Why was he with Brian? What the hell is going on?

Brian’s expression suddenly changed. He cleared his throat and tapped Lucas on the shoulder. “Yah know, I’m not really up for this. I really should go.”

“Dude, really? It’ll be fun, promise. Tad’s awesome.” Lucas was crushed that Brian suddenly wanted to leave. He continued to sell Tad to Brian, “Trust me, you’ll have a blast! Tad’s a stud. He could easily satisfy both of us.”

Thanks, I guess?

 “Obviously,” said Brian as he eyed Tad up and down like a side of grade A beef. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for this, though.” Brian blushed and gave Tad a sheepish smile. Within seconds, he disappeared outside and towards the car.

“I’ll be right there,” Lucas called to Brian.

Tad confronted Lucas. “What’s going on?”

“I met Brian in a bar tonight. We somehow ended up talking about you and I thought you might want to play with us… But he clearly chickened out.”

  A threesome?

“I thought you’d change your mind when you saw him. Hot huh?” Lucas turned to leave. “I’m his ride, I want to make sure he’s okay. Let’s talk later.” Then he disappeared down the driveway.

Tad scratched his head as he closed the door. This had to be one of the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him. Lucas just invite his high-school crush over for a threesome?!   And how did Brian not know who he was? It was true that Tad wasn’t the 125 pound wimp he was in high-school, but he shouldn’t be totally unrecognizable.

One half pint of Hagen Dazs “Cherry Garcia” later, there was a soft knock-on door. Another visitor? Perhaps Lucas wanted to apologize?

Tad was too disappointed in Lucas to add anger to his emotions. He opened the door with a mighty swing.

The porch light illuminated Brian who stood before him grinning as if he won a lottery. His disarming smile instantly defused Tad.

“Dude, what’s going on? What’s up?” Tad was instantly embarrassed for saying something so frat-boyish.

“First, I apologize for going through you ex. I wasn’t sure how to find you.” Brian could see that Tad was confused. “Can I come in?”

Tad led Brian to the living room. Die Hard was playing on the TV. Brian blurted out, “I freaking love this movie!” Without a second thought, Brian collapsed on the couch. “Do you mind?” He grabbed the pint of ice cream.

If it were anyone else on the planet, the answer would be fuck off. But Brian—here, on his couch—was a fantasy come true. Watching him eat his ice-cream was the sexiest thing in the world.

“So, what were you trying to say?”

Brian moved closer to Tad and looked into his eyes. Neither minding the proximity of the other.

“I heard you were dating Lucas. He tried to pick me up tonight. He said he just broke up with his boyfriend. I took a chance that you were the guy he was talking about. I told him that the only way I’d sleep with him was to have a threesome.”

“I guess I should be flattered you’d want me to be the third?”

Brian burst out laughing and helped himself to a second scoop.  “No! I wasn’t ever going to have sex with Lucas. I want my first time to be special. I told him that story so he’d show me where you lived.”

“So, the threesome was a sham?” Tad started to piece it all together.

“You’re the reason I came back to town. You were first guy I ever had a crush on. I was praying you’d be single. When Lucas told me you guys weren’t together any more, I took my shot. The threesome thing was a spur of the moment idea to get me here. Clever huh?”

“Wow. This is a lot to take in.”

“I know it is. Sorry, but here’s something else you’ll need to process…” Brian leaned forward and rested his hand on Tad’s lap. He kissed Tad softly, yet firmly on the lips.

Brian paused and thought for a minute, as if he just sampled an expensive bottle of wine. “Yeah, that was just as delicious as I dreamed it would be.”

Tad leaned back and let reality set in.

Brian blew a long blonde curl out from in front of his eyes. “Please, I’ve fantasized about you since high school! Can I have just one more kiss? And then, if you want, I’ll leave.”

Tad firmly placed his hands on Brian’s muscular shoulders and delivered a stern warning. “Dude, you’re not going anywhere till tomorrow.”

Tad took Brian in his arms and kissed him. Their pent-up desires turned into a night of unbridled passion .

On the TV, Bruce Willis seemed to perfectly capture the moment as he shouted, “Yippie kay yay, mother fucker!”

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