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I open the door to leave the shop and startle. “Oh! Buzz, what are you doing- wait, is that Betty? You got Betty running?”
When Buzz smiles, his whole face lights up. He turns and puts a loving hand on her trunk. “Yep. Purring like a kitten.”
“Wow Buzz. You really did it. Oh hold on.” I turn around and locked the door. I tug on the handle to make sure it was firm and adjust my bag up my arm. I walked down the steps and admire the old car. “Looks different sitting somewhere other than your garage.”
“I think she’s happier. She wanted a change of scenery.” Buzz glances down and scuffs his foot on the cement. “Listen, I was thinking, um, if you weren’t too tired. The cinema in Cedar Point just got Jurassic Park. I was wondering if you wanted to take a drive over there maybe to see it. Grab a burger.”
I quell the urge to shout ‘yes’. I glance around. It’s quiet. I can hear the waves against the dock. I realize the pause I’m taking is too long. “Buzz-”
“Nah. This is stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re going to see it with Linda next week or something anyway.” Buzz runs his thick fingers through his hair.
I swallow, surprised at how tight my throat feels. I can feel the tension of his emotions he is trying to hold back, emotions neither of us understand.
“Buzz, I would love to go with you.”
He looks confused. “What?”
I giggle at how dumbfounded he looks. “I’d love to. Assuming you can get Betty to turn on again?”
Buzz stammers. “Wow, um. Good. Um. Great.” He clasps his hands, undoes them, and puts them on the hood again, unsure what to do with himself. “And uh yeah, she’ll turn on. She’s solid. Went over every inch of her myself.”
“Show me. Oh, can we stop by my house so I can grab a sweater?” I ask.
“Yeah sure. We got some time. Um, what about Linda though?”
“Just because she says we’re dating doesn’t mean we are. Besides there’s someone I’m into more.” I catch his gaze and watch him figure it out. I can tell when it clicks because a look of hurt changes to one of shyness. 
“Oh,” he says softly. Poor Buzz. He looks overwhelmed.
“Come on, let’s get going, I’m starving.” I walk over to the side door. “I can’t believe you really got Betty running. Oh you put all the seats back in, and you cleaned the interior. The leather is gleaming!”
“Took a whole afternoon. Once I get the exterior painted, I’m going to enter her in the car show in Mayberry in August.” Buzz says.
I glance at him. He looks relieved to back on a comfortable topic. “She’ll win it.”
Buzz holds the door as I put my things in the front footwell and sit down.
“You’ll take me with you won’t you?” I ask.
“To what?”
“To the car show. If you want me to come.”
Buzz smiles. “I’d like that.” He closes the door and walks around to the other side. 
Betty gave us a scare, but her engine turned over on the second try. We made it to Cedar Point, gliding along the coast like a dream. 

Wind through our hair.

My hand on Buzz’s thigh. 

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“Nooo come on, you’re going on a date with me and that’s final.”
“I can’t – I just – I can’t, I’m sorry, I need to go.” Marcus pulls his hand away.
“You told me an hour you had nothing else going on tonight. What’s the worst that’s going to happen? That you’ll enjoy yourself? That you’ll have fun?”
Marcus shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around. “I don’t know, I just, I’m not ready yet.”
“So is going home and hiding in the closet really the best solution?” Ricky put his fists on his hips. “Are you worried about being seen? Like someone is secretly filming you and broadcasting you to everyone you know? Cause trust me, no one gives a shit who you go out on a date with.”
Marcus looks uneasy.
“Ok. How about this. I won’t try and hold your hand. We’ll just walk next to each other. Ok? We’ll go down to the beach and get some tacos from a food truck and walk around. We don’t have to go into a fancy restaurant or do anything formal. Just chill. Feed some pigeons or something.”
Marcus glances around again and then at Ricky. “You really want to spend time with me.”
“What? Yeah. I do. I’ve had a crush on you for a while,” Ricky admits.
“Me.”
“Yes, silly. That’s why I’ve been trying to get you to go out on a date with me. You can’t hide forever, all you’re gonna do is make yourself lonely and waste your best years. Ok, how about this, even if you don’t want to see me again after this date, consider this a practice date ok?” Ricky offers.
Marcus thought a moment. “Ok.”
Ricky looks surprised. “What, really? I mean, that’s good.” .
“I think the idea of just being in a fancy restaurant, you know, feeling pressure to hold hands or kiss someone… I’m still too new for that. But tacos, that’s a bit more my style.”
“That’s fair. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Or rushed you.”
Marcus shook his head. “You didn’t. I’m sorry I keep freaking out. Just…still accepting I’m gay, that’s all.”
Ricky nods. “Soooooo… I’m guessing you have questions about sex?”
Marcus scoffs. “So many. I do not get anything. I made the mistake of looking at the BDSM section of this website the other day …oh my god.”
Ricky laughs “Don’t do that, you’re going to scare your dick back inside you.”
“Listen, I’m not entirety on board with what my dick wants, but I still want it to work. Do people actually like that stuff or do they only do it in porn?”

Ricky jerks his head to one side and they begin to walk together down the street, talking, laughing. Conversation still flowing as they got tacos and walked along to the beach to find some place to eat them. The conversation dissolved into a game of “fuck marry kill”, and they were laughing so hard Marcus got tears in his eyes. He was beginning to think this wasn’t a bad way to spend an evening after all.

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“So um…you seemed to be enjoying yourself today.”
“I did. I really did. I had a great day, actually. Matter of fact, most dates I spend with you go pretty well. You know, besides the last one.”
William winced. “Yeah that was a mistake.”
“But you’ve made up for it.”
“I have?”
“Yep. It was a litmus test too.”
William looked at John and wondered if doing that would always give him those butterflies. “A test for what?”
“To see how you handled stuff not going well. You apologized, admitted fault, told me what could be done better, and you improved on it. I respect that.”
William felt like someone had pulled all the wind of his chest. “Wow, t-thank you,” he stammered. “I just you know – didn’t want to lose the connections we’d made so far. I couldn’t reason with losing dating you because of that stupid decision.”
“Aww, that’s sweet. You like spending time with me Will?”
Will rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I do.”
John squeezed his shoulder. “I do too. And you know what?”
“What?”
“You’re getting laid tonight, because of your efforts to repair things.”
“What?” Will almost tripped over his feet. “I am??”
“You are. It’s all I can think about right now.”
Will thrust his elbow backwards. “Yesss!”
That made John laugh. “I don’t think anyone’s been so excited to sleep with me.”
“Hey, anytime a gay black dude wants to show me his dick is a reason for celebration.”
John burst out laughing. “Well that is one way to put it!”
“And it’s extra special cause it’s you.”
John shook his head. “You flatter me, Will.” John reached for Will’s hand and wrapped their fingers together. “I could get used to that.”
“Could? So there will be like…other dates?”
“I hope so,” John said in a soft, hopeful tone.
Will beamed back at him. “Would breakfast in my kitchen tomorrow count?”
“I do think it would. That sounds so nice. Oh, there’s the grocery store across the street… maybe we should uhhh pick up some uh, things, if you catch my drift?”
Will turned a little pink. “I think we should.”
“Yeah, bacon and eggs for sure. And once we have the breakfast items, THEN we go buy dildos and condoms.”
That made Will lose it. John was ridiculous sometimes. Will had been so nervous for this date, and John had both forgiven him and promised him sex. The butterflies in his stomach were doing the Olympics. And the guy had a sense of humor? Will hoped they last as a couple. Mostly though, he hoped he lasted during sex!

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Who needs a boyfriend when your cat is super clingy?

The party swirled around us. Beers crack open like wood snapping in a fire. Music drifts through the background, running off someone’s iPod. The acrid scent of weed fogs the air. Someone had nudged the basement window open which did nothing to alleviate the smells of college kids having a party on a humid Saturday night.
Jacob had been sitting next to me for a while. More than a while. Like maybe-he’s-doing-this-on-purpose for a while. When I drank my beer, he got us both new ones. We’d been talking to each-other and ignoring everyone else. Complaining about our chemistry homework. Our room-mates.
His crazy hovering mother.

The shit this poor house had been through. But also, our goals and dreams. Our prospects. Our futures. I felt like I could talk to him forever. I hated that I had to pee. 

I came back from the bathroom to find the house cat had jumped up on the cushions, but Jacob had saved my spot on the sofa. I settled in with beer number three and some pretzels from the snack table. I also brought some cocktail-sized hotdogs and we ate them together. It felt like we were spectators and this party was a sporting event. We noticed Allison flirting with Aaron and him totally missing it. Eventually Jacob hollered with alcohol-induced boldness, “Hey Aaron! She is trying to tell you she likes you, will you pay a fucking attention? No one else is gonna show you tits like that!”
I thought it was hilarious. I almost had to pee again.
That of course though, led to the topic of dating and partners. He asked if I had a girlfriend. I told him I wasn’t into girls. There was a long pause. He said, ‘Oh’. I waited for him to get up. He didn’t. I ate another pretzel and tried to figure out the expression on his face.
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Have a girlfriend.”
There was a long pause. It was long. “…Jacob?” I asked.
“Sorry,” Jacob answered. He was absentmindedly petting the cat curled up next to his leg. “I just noticed Allison and Aaron are gone.”
I looked around. “Good for them.” We high-fived and went back to eating. “But seriously, do you have a girlfriend?”
“…I’m uh, not into girls really either. I’ve been noticing, at least.”

“Oh,” I said. I cringed at how surprised I sounded. “Oh ok.” I suddenly became aware of how drunk I was becoming.
There was more silence. I missed the banter. “So uh, Jacob. Do you want to try uh, going out sometime? Or just hanging out sometime, if that’s too much?”
Jacob stared a hole into where three other people were drawing mustaches and horns on an out-dated poster of a model hanging on the wall.
“Well,” he said, as if remembering he was in the middle of a conversation. “You are going to have to fight for my affections for another lady, you know.”
I raised an eyebrow. “…Lady? But I thought you said…”
Jacob pointed to the cat. “Madge is very clingy and does not like it when I come home smelling like other people.”
I laughed. “Maybe I can bribe her with tuna.”
Jacob looked at her. “I think she would betray me for tuna. Clever boy.”
I smiled. “Well maybe the first date could be at your place here and she can judge my character?”
Jacob snorted. “You sound like you’re trying to appease my mom on date night.”
“…Judging what you’ve told me of your mom, I think appeasing your cat would be easier.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s the truth, right there.”
I finished the pretzels. “So…?”
“You wanna come over Thursday to play video games? I bought brownie mix.”
“…Can we make weed brownies and play Mario stoned?” I dared to ask.
Jacob looked at me. “Dude that is a marvelous idea.” We fist bump. “We’re friends now.”
“I dig,” I said. My chest was hammering. My first college boyfriend? Maybe? Just maybe? Well, depends on if Madge likes me. She was cuter than I am, after all.

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When he picked me up for our date, I asked him if he decided where we were going. He’d been mulling on it for a couple days, since our last date at the museum.

“Well I had a few ideas,” he said, ‘But it’s such a nice autumn day, I was wondering if you might enjoy going for a walk in the woods. I know a nice easy trail, and I um, I packed some snacks and things.”
I had to agree it sounded wonderful to just walk outside and enjoy the pretty leaves on the trees. I went inside to change my shoes, and then jumped in his car.

Our gentle hike was such a refreshing change from the dinner, movie, or club circuit that it seems all gay boys take their dates on. It was amazing how much we bonded just from talking, and walking hand in hand. I was really hoping he’d let me kiss him at the end of our date, but I got super lucky. He let me kiss him before we even made it to our picnic. Just off the trail. I will always remember how the air felt chilly but his lips were warm. Felt like we were the only ones in the forest.

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“Are you taking a picture of my abs?” Ezra asks.
“Maybe,” I respond, teasing him a little. “All the pictures of the lake will look the same, but you’re hot at every angle.”
“oh come off it!” Ezra laughs, “I am not. I’m just a skinny nerdy, Jewish guy. I’m pre-med even!”
“Who says skinny Jewish medical nerds can’t be hot?”
“Me?” Ezra says.
“Don’t they teach you anything in Hebrew school?” I tsk. “Here, pose on the back of the boat so I can get you and the lake in on one shot.”
“Ok ok,” Eztra says.
I smile. Our third date is going really well. He’s a fun guy, and I had enough photos of those abs to keep my spank bank full for a while. I watch as he poses like a pin-up girl. “That’s a hell of a shot!” I flash him a thumps up and fire a few frames from my DSLR.
“Come show me what they look like,” Ezra says.
I walk over to the back of my boat and show him the viewfinder.
“Oh god,” Ezra groans with a laugh. “I look ridiculous. And skinny. And I have that weird fur thing on top of my chest.“
I scoff. “Nonsense. You need to embrace your inner otter.”
Ezra snorts. “My what?”
“Your inner otter. Skinny, fuzzy, and gay.”
“…well I am all those things.”
“Oh, and something else too,” I note, setting my camera aside.
“What?”
I grin and pull his sunglasses of his face. “Otters also like water.” And then I shove him into the lake.

When Ezra surfaces, I’m laughing my ass off. He sputters, looking pissed and amused at the same time. “HEY!” he shouts.
“Bet you feel nice and cool now huh?”
“Yes, but that isn’t the point!” he insists, trying to be mad but laughing despite himself. “You pushed me in, you conniving bastard.”
“I did,” I say, giving him a hand back into the boat. “But it was for a noble purpose.”

Ezra raises an eyebrow, not believing me. “Uh huh. What purpose is that?”
“Why Ezra, can’t you tell? I’m a sexually deviant older gay man with a crush on you.”
He blushes appropriately.
“I just wanted an excuse to get you to change out of your shorts and maybe see you naked.”
Ezra can’t stop grinning. “You want to see ME naked?”
“Been wanting you since the moment I saw you. By the way, if you hadn’t told me your religion, I could tell through your shorts already.”

Ezra looks down, blushes, and covers himself with a shy laugh. “It’s so weird to have a guy be so in to me.”
“Why?” I ask, genuinely curious. I hand him a towel, and use the excuse of giving it to him to give him a kiss too.
“Cause…I’m well, you know. Not a hot piece of beefcake like you.”
Now it was my turn to feel shy. “You think I’m beefcake?”
“Meat and more meat,” Ezra says.
“Well that’s kind of you to say. Most people can’t get over the fact I’m a ginger and date me like I"m a novelty.”
“Speaking of that,” Ezra says. “If I get naked…you get naked. I’ve been dying to know if you got freckles down there too.”

I perk up at his offer. He’s interested! “Oh baby, that is a yes. I got them on my balls even.”
Ezra gasps. “Ball freckles are a thing?”
“Yeah baby.”
Ezra’s got a half chub in his boxers. “Alright, big boy. Sit down.”
“Sit down?” I repeat.
“Yeah,” he says. “You wanna watch me take my boxers off? You’re gonna get a show.”

I lick my lips and sit my ass in the chair. I can’t believe how well the date is going! Ezra shakes his butt to some pop music playing over the boat’s speakers. He then turns his back to me, and slooowly slides those wet shorts down, revealing his peach-white ass. A bit furry too. Perfect. He’s got surprisingly good control over his hips. Hell yes. He then wiggles up, turns around, and slowly works them down until – there it is, I can see the base! And I then I get the money shot, full view of Ezra’s cut cock bouncing between his legs.

“Fuck yes,” I murmur, biting my knuckle. “Drop those shorts, baby.” And he does. He’s also blushing all over.
“Good?” he asks, hopeful.
“SO good,” I reply, unable to sit still anymore. I get up and walk to him, wrapping my hands around his waist. I pull our crotches together and our lips meet a second later. He tastes a bit like lake water, but his mouth is warm and inviting. I plunder him until he starts to harden against my thigh.
We break for air, and Ezra nuzzles my ear. “Your turn.”
“My turn wha?” I say, blood pounding in my head.
“Shorts. Off. I wanna count freckles.”
I moan. “Fingers or tongue?”
Ezra’s eyebrows go up again. “Fingers now…tongue on another date.”
“I get another date?” I ask, hoping what I heard was right.
“Looks that way,” Ezra teases. He kisses me again. “I haven’t had a second date go this well, never mind a third…”
“Would it help to keep kissing you?”
“Oh it would. very much so.”
So I did, until my cock got hard, and then I let Ezra take my shorts off for me. Turns out I have 17 freckles on my balls.

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