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Kirk had lost track of how many times they’d had sex. This wasn’t like those countless times other mornings they spent together in bed, naked and intimate. Something was different. The air was thicker, headier. Kirk swept his hand over the knot of Ben’s shoulder muscle, over his collarbone and up his neck to cup his jaw. He gazed deeply into the eyes of the sweet man that captivated his attention and time. Ben looked up at him inquisitively, his own hand massaging Kirk’s bulging pectoral. Kirk moved in to kiss him, and Ben submitted to his lips. Kirk took a deep breath and nuzzled his boyfriend’s jaw. He knew right then of something that he’d been unsure of for a long time – that there would be nobody else.

“I love you, Ben Miller,” he murmured, jostling the words loose from his tight throat.
Ben paused exploration of Kirk’s body at the declaration. His mouth fell open, then closed tight. He swallowed. His lower lip trembled and he began to weep.

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Text is fictional. I think this is from Sean Cody.

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Mitchel came to the gym quite late at night, much later than he normally did. Overslept that morning, couldn’t come till after dinner. He was pleasantly surprised to find a cocksucker on his knees servicing the men in the locker room. It was too hot in there, so Mitchel took the boy out to a corner of the gym and gave him his cock. He always got a raging boner after a great session at the gym, so he was more than willing to let the cocksucker have at it. Mitchel felt a hand rubbing his asscheek, squeezing hard. This boy clearly went into heat at the sight of naked, buff men and went to the source to worship them.

Mitchel felt it would be rude to deny him his erection when he was clearly so gifted at sucking and so at home on his knees.

He later found out that the cocksucker was there three or four nights a week, and a couple rich gym rats paid for his bills and STD checks. Mitchel never went to the gym early again and soon he too was investing in that boy.

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Text is fictional. Source is watermarked.

PSA: Last day I’m advertising selling some writing for bill money~

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Andrew sighed and cursed under his breath as he examined his racket. “Broken string, I need a break.”

It was just a local tennis match between two regional teams, but a small crowd had populated the stands. They began to murmur as the announcer called for an interruption. Andrew’s tennis partner was happy for a water break.

However, repairing the racket took longer than Andrew thought. The crowd began to get restless, so the ball boy decided to take matters into his own hands. He’d gotten the job of fetching errant tennis balls and cleaning up the locker room from a friend of a friend, and he thrived in it – he liked being useful and getting recognized for it. Joseph didn’t know what a houseboy was, or a faggot, what BDSM was, or any of those fancy words. What he did know was that he had a massive crush on Andrew and wanted him to know he existed.

Joseph walked out to the court. He took off his shirt first – which got a lot of applause from the ladies – and then his shorts, which got whistles. He tried not to blush. The jockstrap didn’t hide much. By now the crowd had gone quiet and were watching him. Joseph put his hands down on the court and brought himself up to a handstand. He used to be a gymnast, and although he stopped in college, he hadn’t stopped going to the gym and was still in top shape. For the next fifteen minutes, he entertained the crowd with impressive handstands, splits, balancing tricks, and standing backflips.

After nailing one of those, Andrew walked over and swatted him playfully on the ass with his fixed racket. An announcer stated the game would commence. Andrew held up Joshua’s hand and he got a standing ovation for saving the day. Joshua was trying not to freak out that Andrew was actually touching him, acknowledging him! He flushed under the recognition from the audience. He nearly fainted though when Andrew whispered in his ear, “I hope to see you in the locker room later.”

Joshua was floating on Cloud 9 for the rest of the match. When he got to blow Andrew in the shower later, he was convinced he’d died and gone to heaven. By the end of the season, Joshua was following Andrew around like a loyal dog and was happy as a lark.

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Text is fictional. Source is unknown.

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I know I push you too hard. I know I strain you, stress you, demand you to be hyperflexible and to bear the weight of my entire body on my toes. I try to meet you halfway though. I make sure to stretch you and massage you and soak you. I drain the blisters under your nails and cut out the corns and callouses that make for awkward steps. I know you tell me you’re hurting, that you need to heal, but I abuse you and push you forward. I know this is not what you were intended to do, but you have carried me so far – across life and across the stage. You are hurting, throbbing in pain, so it is obvious I am not taking good enough care of you. I’m so sorry. When I dance, it is a compromise of art and my physical limits. I need you. I need you so much, so please, don’t hold me hostage. I can’t do this without you. I need you to fly. Just a little longer, don’t give out on me. Two more performances, and then we can rest. Get that surgery you need. I promise. Just be beautiful and hold me up a little longer. Please.

(Text is fictional; dancer is Gonzalo Garcia of the New York City Ballet.)