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I heard the ubiquitous “click” of Tyler’s phone as I kissed his neck. “Did you just take a picture of us?” I asked inquisitively.

“Yeah,” Tyler admitted a bit sheepishly. “I want a souvenir of us.”

“A souvenir?” I laughed. “Like my load up your ass isn’t enough?”

“I’m being serious,” Tyler protested. “I love our nights together here in your dorm room. But it’s hard for me when I have to go back to my room in the morning and we have to spend the day out there pretending we’re just two buddies.”

“I understand,” I said softly. “But why the photo?”

“Because I want something to remind me of our love when I’m having to pretend there’s nothing there.” I wiped away a tear that had streamed down his face. His candor had shaken me.

“Maybe we shouldn’t pretend anymore,” I ventured while softly kissing his neck again. “Maybe it’s time for us to be real — to be out.”

“You would do that for me?” Tyler asked hesitantly.

“No. I would do that for us,” I replied while pulling him closer to me. The issue was finally settled and a liberating wave of relief had washed over the two of us. “Now how about I give you one more souvenir? Up your ass.”

“You’re so bad,” Tyler teased while reaching for my hardening cock. “That’s one of the many things I love about you.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.