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by ccallenreese

I pause when the photo shows up on my Facebook feed. It’s public, but addressed to me: ‘We’re having a great time, Paul! I’m so happy, thank you!!!“

I should be jealous. Green with it. They’re a perfect, handsome gay couple. William has an attractive rectangular face, straight white teeth, and a jaw you could chisel coal with. He’s got a thick neck and 45 degree deltoids under unmarred flesh. His boyfriend Raul is equally damn attractive, even with his hook nose that gives him character. Raul’s kissing William on the cheek. William’s face is flush with contentment. Behind them, the sea off the coast of Brazil stretches into infinity, buffeted by towering mountains. It’s an over-cast day, which leaves no strong shadows in the photograph.

They’re totally, utterly perfect. I am single, he is taken – completely, 100% taken. I should be jealous, but I’m not. I’m beyond happy. This time two years ago, William was headed toward a coffin – he left an abusive relationship, and walked right into the arms of crystal meth. Months of drugs, booze, and anonymous sex caught him up with him; his HIV positive status was detected in the hospital after he was found passed out on a grocery store floor. I was his counselor, helping him emerge out of a toxic situation into a healthy one. He was suicidal, near starving, not managing his positive status.

I was sure I was going to lose him. Raul gave him something to work for. Raul ran the coffee shop next door to the recovery meeting place. He was working on an MBA, clean and ambitious. He didn’t mind William’s positive status, but Raul would not court a man ragged and riddled from crystal meth. I used Raul as an incentive for William to keep going, even going so far as asking Raul to write him notes of encouragement on paper napkins. William kept every one.

I could barely see the old William in the new one. He jokingly called himself Will 2.0, and I understood why. He had been reborn. William was enrolled in school for fall, and soon they would move across town so Raul could start a new job. Before they began their life together, they took a trip to Brazil – to celebrate life, to celebrate eachother. I was just so happy for them, I began to cry at my keyboard.

I commented: "Thank yourself too. You created your own happiness. You fought so hard, harder than any patient I have ever had. It’s wonderful to see you live.”

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Text is fictional. Source unknown.

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by ccallenreese

“Mmnh! …Ehn? Oh – mnn…hey – hey babe, when did you get home?” John slurs, groggy.
“About a minute ago. Did you not want me to wake you? See, I thought you were Sleeping Beauty and had to be kissed awake by a Prince…”
“Ha – is that so? Mnn I don’t mind being kissed awake by you, but you’re not a Prince…”
“Yeah I am, I got a Prince Albert to prove it.”
John can’t help but chuckle. “Touche. Ok, Prince Brian, well you are gonna be disappointed but I am not Sleeping Beauty. I look like hell today and I’m pretty sure Sleeping Beauty has a pussy.”
“You are always handsome to me and you have a pussy too, in your own way…right between your legs too. All I thought about all day.”
John groaned. “Will you stop being so sexy and irresistible? I can’t nap with an erec- tion!” John’s voice hitched as he felt his boyfriend’s prominent bulge rub against his own.
“You’re all soft. It’s not a true happy-ever-after if some things are still asleep.” Brian said, still kissing him, one hand roving over John’s flat stomach.
“Well you’re doing a good job with waking it up…”
Brian’s act began to slip. “Please let me take you,” he begged, “All I thought all day was you beautiful and naked…horny and dripping… begging under me as I fill you over and over. I had to masturbate in the bathroom today just to get through my classes.” He dipped his head and latched onto one of John’s nipples.
John cried out in surprise as the sharp sensations went right to his groin. Well, there was no salvaging the nap now.

“Oh man!” he gasped, trying to find his voice again, “Well- …well, Prince Brian, you missed one important detail about that particular fairytale. It all started when Sleeping Beauty touched a prick with her fingertips.”
Brian grinned, impressed by the pun. “Now, that’s a clever boy. You want me to pet you hm?” He dropped a hand to rub circles over John’s groin, “And then you’ll open up for me?”
“You gotta say the magic words,” John insisted.
“Pleaaaase?”
“Wish granted,” he smiled.

Brian attacked John’s mouth with eager, happy kisses, then slid his hand down into John’s basketball shorts.

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Text is fictional. I think this is Cocky boys? The guy with the flower on his neck is Jake Bass.

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by ccallenreese

“Hi Alfonso, I brought over the new case report from the office to read and some other papers since you called out sick today.”
“Oh thanks, Clark, I really appreciate it. How nice of you to come all this way for me.”
“It wasn’t a problem,” he smiles. “So tell me, are you really sick? You look healthy as an ox to me.”
“Oh you got me, Clark, but I only called in sick because I can’t call in horny. My dick won’t go down, you see. And…it was so very kind of you to bring over that report,” Alfonso says, fingers tracing the curvature Clark’s bicep.
“Alfonso, no. We can’t keep carrying on like this. Someone from the department is going to find out and catch us.”
“They’re not here now. They think I’m sick, and maybe I am, cause you have no idea how badly I need to be fucked right now. God, I love how big your arms are…turns me on like crazy. You’re the hottest cop in the distract Clark, just looking at you in civilian dress makes my dick hard.”
“Alfonso,” he groans, “If you don’t cut that out I’m going to get the handcuffs from the car and cuff you to the bed.”
“Oh I’d like that, Clark,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against Clark’s jaw. “Cuff me. Spank me. Interrogate me. Fuck my hole, hold my arms back and dominate me until I’m loose and wet and ruined.”
“Christ, Alfonso,” Clark said, his voice gruff. He ran his fingers over the other man’s bare torso. “You know rough sex is my weakness.”
“Don’t let anyone you interrogate find out.” Alfonso chuckles, nibbling Clark’s ear.
Clark cups him between the legs and squeezes, making the other man squeak. “I think you do need to be cuffed to the bed after all. It’s my job as your senior to put uppity cops back into place – arms bound, and ass to me.”
Alfonso wants it so badly he can only whimper.

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Text is fictional. Pretty sure this is from a porno.

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Jared nudged Gideon’s knee and gave him his warmest smile. “Thanks for getting me a beer.”
“Not a problem. I had to get up anyway.” Gideon glanced at him from the corner of his eye as he poked the fire with a stick. The light from the fire danced off Jared’s biceps, throwing shadows in the most mesmerizing way.
“Gideon?”
“Hm?”
“When are you are gonna kiss me?”
Gideon dropped the stick. “Pardon?”
“I’ve been waiting…hoping you would,” Jared admitted, his voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire, Scott singing folk songs off-key across the circle, and people laughing.
Gideon hesitated. All his closest friends from school were here and he wasn’t out to all of them. Heck, he thought Jared was straight up until a minute ago. His heart was throbbing at the idea of kissing Jared; there weren’t many gay boys in his school and hardly any as cute. Maybe it was the cheap beer coursing through his underage veins, or the warm summer night full of the sounds like the trees rustling in the wind and the crickets orchestrating in the underbrush, but Gideon felt like the world could be his.

He leaned to the side, propping his wrist on Jared’s bare thigh. Their eyes met for one moment to convey silent consent, then Gideon tilted his head to kiss his boy, meeting him halfway. Jared’s lips were soft and plump and Gideon melted into him. They broke for air, then Jared put a hand on the back of Gideon’s head to make sure he got another round. Their lips pressed together in sweet little kisses at first, before quickly intensifying into crushing pressure against the other as their hunger and hormones bloomed. Jared wanted Gideon, Gideon wanted to devour Jared, and both were increasingly frustrated as making out only intensified their desire to touch and explore.

It was then that both boys realized the guitar music had stopped, as had most of the laughter. Instead, there was murmuring. The boys broke their kiss, Jared pulling away first, his face tomato red. He took a huge swig of beer, and nearly spilled it because his lips were so kiss-swollen that he couldn’t really feel them.
Gideon wiped a bit of drool off his own mouth and coughed, running his fingers through his hair.  “Um,” he began, desperately wanting to continue making out with Jared and distracted by the idea of seeing him shirtless.
Corinne spoke first. “Gideon made the first move. You owe me $20, Laura.”
“Nuh uh, Jared totally moved first. It was nearly at the same time. No deal.”
“What? Were you even paying attention?”
“Girls! Girls. They moved at the same time. I’m sitting directly across from them,” Scott interrupted, tightening a string. “The bet’s a draw.”
“Arg no!” Corinne whined. “I was invested in this!”

“Um,” Gideon began again, a bit louder this time. “What are you talking about?”
Laura gave him a devilish smile. “We were betting on who was going to make the first move.”
Gideon sputtered, flabbergasted, “What? You knew Jared had a crush on me?”
“Well duh,” Corinne said, rolling her eyes. “Have you paid any attention at all to the way he looks at you?”
“I don’t look at him differently!” Jared insisted.
“Oh you do too. It’s sooo adorable. He’s been pining after you this whole semester, Gideon, drawing your initials in his notebook. Since he’s the new kid, we absolutely had to invite him to our end-of-school bonfire since we’d knew you’d be here. Laura and I figured something would happen once we got a little drunk. It was the perfect plan.” Corinne and Laura giggled like proper teenage girls.
Jared ducked his head. “I can’t believe it was that obvious. I tried to be so casual, I never thought anyone would notice…god I’m so embarrassed.”
The girls made “aww” sounds.
“Well, we’re just happy it happened,” Laura piped up, “Nothing like a new romance to start the summer off.”

Gideon squeaked. “We haven’t even talked about going steady!”
Jared bumped his knee again. “I’d like to talk about it.”
More squealing came from across the fire circle. Scott pretended to be fascinated by the stoners passed out on a nearby boulder.
It was Gideon’s turn to blush. “You want to be my boyfriend Jared?”
Jared reached for Gideon’s hand. “I’ve never dated a guy before, but I feel like I’d really like to try that with you.”
Gideon squeezed his hand back and moved in for another wonderful kiss. Halfway, he paused and put a finger up to signal for the girls’ attention: “Oh, and to clarify from earlier, Jared made the first move.”
Laura whooped. “That $20 is all mine!”
“Oh, you traitor!” Corinne yelled at Gideon, huffing as she dug out her wallet.

Neither boy was paying attention by the time the cash exchanged hands though; Gideon and Jared were busy kissing and falling deep into first love.

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Text is fictional. Boys are gay Youtube sensation MarkE Miller and Ethan Hethcote. Yeah, this was supposed to be July 17th’s post…I didn’t get home until 3 am. Sorry guys!

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“Mmmnn!…mmnnnff you taste nice. You taste like wine and chocolate.”
“You just taste like you.”
“Oh the shirt’s coming off. I like. I love your body babe,” I murmur, exploring his torso with splayed hands. “So fucking sexy. Makes me horny.”
“I love that you think I’m sexy,” he says in a low, sensual voice. “You know what I’m gonna do to you?”
“Mmm what? Kiss me?”
He presses his soft lips to mine. “Yes, and?”
“And what?” I ask, half paying attention.
“I’m going to take you to bed and touch your penis,” he whispers in this rich voice that makes goosebumps rise on my skin.
“Are you now?” I manage, my mouth dry.
“Yeah baby. We’ve been so busy lately, it just drives me nuts to have it be so close to me yet trapped in your shorts where I can’t get it.”
“You like touching my cock?” I whisper into his mouth.
“Yeah I do baby. It’s so fat and thick, it fits perfectly in my hand. I love to make it silky and hot, and I love to feel it grow under my fingers.”
I moan, my pants feeling two sizes too small.
“And you know what I’m going to do after that?”
“What?” I beg.
“I’m going to touch your testicles.”
I moan even louder.
“I’m going to roll them in my fingers, move them around in your sac. Make you nice and horny for me, turn you into a pliant little succubus.”
“Then are you gonna fuck me…?”
“If you don’t spill all your seed, you horny little boy, then yes. I know you haven’t been filled properly in way too long.” He punctuates this with another kiss. “You will beg for every inch I g-”

WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

We both jump a little, then emit twin groans of sheer frustration. I lock my fingers behind my neck and puff out my cheeks, he just balls his fists and counts to ten.
“Fuck,” he spits. “We just put her to bed, why is she crying so early?”

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHh WAAAHH!

I feel like crying too. “I’m never gonna get my dick touched again at this rate.”
He kisses my forehead. “Yes you are. I’m going to go see what she wants.”
“Isn’t it my turn?”
“Stay,” he commands, using that bossy voice I like so much. I huff in frustration and collapse onto the bed, waiting for Romero to come back into the room. I brush my teeth and fondle myself through my shorts to keep my half erection alive. Romero returns about fifteen minutes later.

I sit back down on the bed. “Remind me why we adopted a baby again? Why not a four year old? We could have skipped all of this.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Because you’re baby crazy, and because a baby needed us at that time. She’ll know nothing else but us. We’ve raised her since her 3rd day of life, it makes her ours more than anything.”
“Still can’t believe Elyse is actually ours,” I say. Romero has sat next to me and I nuzzle noses with him.
“Mm she’s pretty wonderful isn’t she? I just changed her and got out that burp we didn’t get after her last bottle.”
“You’re such a good daddy.”
He doesn’t hesitate to respond. “Because you give me the courage.”
“Do I?” Our lips meet once more. “So…does this mean, in thanks, you’re going to touch my dick now?”

Romero tugs on the waistband of my sweatpants. “Oh, that’s inevitable.”

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Text is fictional. Source unknown.

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“So ..mom. I met someone at Pride yesterday.”
“You MET someone? Good for you baby! Is this the end to your seven month dry spell?”
“I think so mom, I really do. He’s a good kisser, and there were sparks. Can I bring him over for dinner sometime?”
“Oh you better! Bring him over tomorrow, so I have time to make lasagna. I need to look this boy up and down and make sure he’s a good fit for you, not like that last moron you dated.”
“Yeah Derek was not the best choice…but he was smoking hot.”
“All those years or parenting, and I still can’t seem to teach you to not think with your dick.”
“MOTHER!”
She laughed over the phone. “Just bring him for dinner at 6:30 sharp.”
“Yes mother.”
“And what’s his name?”
“Clark.”
“Mmn. Morgan and Clark Fairchild. I like it.”
“MOTHER! Seriously, we just started dating 48 hours ago.”
“And I used to doodle your father’s name and mine in our notebooks when we were in 7th grade. Never too early.”
“Mother, please be nice to Clark. I don’t want to scare him off.”
“I’ll be nice, I’ll be nice. Bring dessert, ok Morgan?”
“Yes mom. Love you.”
“You too, sweetheart. Bye.”

“So…she’s cool with us?” Clark was still getting used to the idea of PFLAG parents.
“Lasagna at her house tomorrow, 6:30,” Morgan replies, leaning against the counter.
“I’m meeting your mother already…?”
“Not like you think. My last boyfriend was a jackass and liked to hit people, so now my mom wants to "approve” all my boyfriends through cunning use of dinner invites.“
He chuckles. "Well I would love home-cooked lasagna, and I’ll do my best to impress your mom.”
“Thank you for understanding, Clark. Oh, and we have to bring dessert.”
“Dessert?” His face lit up. “You know what that means.”
“What?”
“Iiiiit’s baking time. Go get your apron on.”
“But I don’t have an apron, Clark.”
“Guess you’re gonna have to bake in your underwear then.”
Before I can protest, he’s already digging in my cupboards and making lists. Baking in our underwear with a cute boy? Ok, I think I’m totally over Derek now.

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Text is fictional, source unknown.

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I remember walking down to the old docks, hand in hand. I remember talking about the dumb things dogs do, and I remember the chill in the wind that hinted summer was over. I can fondly recall us sitting on the edge of an old abandoned dock house, watching ducks on the bank of the lake, because this is where he kissed me for the first time. It was the beginning of a high school love that survived growing up and would eventually blossom into adulthood marriage.
More than anything though, the part of this scene that sticks in my mind most of all, is my boyfriend being so distracted and swept up in his amorous feeling for me after our kiss that he lost his balance and tumbled into the lake. I laughed so hard I got tears in the corners of my eyes and my stomach ached as I watched him stomp to the shore line and empty the water out of his new shoes.

Love really does knock a man off feet – or in this case – his seat.

I took him home and bathed him while his clothes went through our washing machine, and we kissed in the shower over and over and over until the water went cold.

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Text is fictional. Source:

free-to-love-and-cherish:

Alex Bischoff and his boyfriend. They look like a really good couple! I hope em the best and if you see this you should definitely go follow Alex. 🙂

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We were on our third vacation as a couple, and our first overseas vacation at that. We were celebrating our fifth anniversary. It had stopped raining so my boyfriend had suggested we go for a walk. We picked up a trail that followed the curve of a cliff. The railing curved away from the path to offer a scenic outlook over the coast. I drifted over to the vantage point.

Tanner followed me. “The ocean is so beautiful isn’t it? It just goes on forever.”
“Mmmn. What amazes is me that when you look at a forest, and you look at another forest, they’re different forests. Same with mountains, although they’re all installed on the same land. But with the ocean…it’s all connected. You don’t see different oceans, you see one ocean, just different sides.”
“That’s very deep,” he noted. “…No pun intended.”
I chuckled. “Suuure.” I take a deep breath. “God it’s beautiful out here. The air is so clear, the smell of sea, no cell phones to bother us. You’re here. I feel so happy. I can’t believe this is my life.”
Tanner looked at me, so naturally I glanced at him. He lifted his hand and ghosted the back of his fingers over my jaw. “Would you like it to be your life forever?”
“…Pardon?” I raised an eyebrow.
Tanner smiled a big smile and looked away, as if suddenly shy. “I um. I always suck at expressing my feelings, but I feel the same way as you, RJ. Being here with you is ten times as amazing as going on vacation alone. I don’t even feel like your boyfriend anymore, I feel like your other half, and that makes me really happy. And I don’t think I say it enough, how important you are to me, how you push me to be more responsible and more mature, and go after what matters.”
I turned to face him, words stuck in my throat, wondering where this was coming from all of a sudden. Despite how obvious he was, I was still completely unaware of what he was doing until he reached into the shallow pocket of his swim trunks and pulled out a small box. My jaw dropped the same the time he got on one knee. “Tanner, are you-”

“I …think that the ocean is a good metaphor for how much I love you. No matter how much- …fuck I told myself I wouldn’t cry. Ok Tanner, get it together. Ok. My love for you, it’s very vast and deep, and and when I’m with you, I see different sides of it each day. Reyes Juan Montoya, will marry me? Please?”
“Holy shit, yes!” I screamed, emotions bubbling up from deep within me, “Yes, Tanner, I’ll marry you. Oh my god. You sneaky bastard how long have you been planning this??”
“Oh, four months or so. Oh, and your best friend knows.”
“Laura? Ugh so sneaky! Oh wooooow Tanner, look at that ring. Wait, I recognize this band…”
“It was your grandfather’s. I spoke with your parents, they said they were hoping you’d wear it one day since your sister got your great grandmother’s ring.”
By now tears were streaming down my face. “Oh Tanner, I love you so much.”
“I love you too baby.” He stood up and we kissed, then embraced. An older lady walking a poodle applauded and Tanner blushed horribly. I laughed and kissed him again, then admired the ring. “It fits perfectly. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m engaged!” I whooped.
“I can’t believe it either. I’m relieved I didn’t drop the ring into the sea… wow, I’m engaged. I did it.”
“Yes, you did. I love it when you take charge.” I kissed him again, and then just kept kissing him until my pulse began to rise. Tanner’s hand slid over torso, then across my hip and downwards, pushing my trunks aside so he could squeeze my ass. I groaned in approval, wanting him to continue, although the thin fabric would do nothing to hide an erection.

Tanner broke the kiss and nuzzled my cheek. “What are the rules for this? Can we only consummate the marriage, or can we consummate the engagement?”
“Tanner, if you don’t fuck me until our wedding day, we’re gonna have a problem. Plus, we’re a couple on vacation, we can consummate whatever the hell we want. In this case, I think an engagement is just fine.”
He grinned. “This is what I love about you, RJ. You always know what to do.”
“Let’s go back to our hotel and order some champagne, before we make the lady with the poodle uncomfortable.”
Tanner guffawed. “Oh yes, let’s not celebrate by being in jail for public indecency.”

I chuckled and reached for his hand. Our fingers entwined effortlessly. I gave him another kiss, and we walked back to the hotel brimming with love, the first steps in our permanent new life together.

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Text is fictional. I think this is Dale Cooper and Colby Keller.

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Mark stomped into his office and closed the door as politely as he could. “GodDAMN I thought that meeting was never going to end! Jesus. The Board can’t seem to deal with that fact that Cohen’s going senile. Even if Haim Cohen’s name is on the front of our building, it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t retire. Old man’s going batty.” He puffed out his cheeks. “Shit, I had so much to do this afternoon. I wanted to get out of here by 6:30 to make that concert across town but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. Yet again.”

“No you’ll make it,” I smiled, sitting on the edge of his desk.
“How?” he sputtered. “I have to itemize all my tax deductions, rewrite the proposal with considerations for the new third party, my inbox has likely imploded, not to mention IT keeps pestering me about swapping out my phone to the new ones they put in a week ago-” his stomach growled, interrupting him.

“Chinese food is sitting in that plastic bag to your right. I was going to put it in the fridge, but you said warm temperature Chinese food is better than reheated, so I left it. IT came and fixed your phone, I did your tax deductions – and I gotta say, I enjoyed categorizing ‘strip clubs’ under ‘business meetings’. I wrote the rough draft of your report, you can finalize it tomorrow morning. Oh and Steve’s wife went into labor, so he left, and I rescheduled his intern for him. Now, sit and eat before you fall over. I’m going to go make you some tea.”

Mark stared at me, a look of awe and incredulous worship on his face.
“Are you serious…?” he looked over and saw the new phone and knew I wasn’t kidding. “Oh my god, I’m going to get to see LCD Soundsystem after all. Christ, Theo, you’re the best assistant I ever hired.”
I smiled. “Just doing my job.”
“Do you want to go home early? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“A kiss would be nice.”

Mark blinked at me. I gave him a confused look. “A kiss?” he repeated.
I felt the color drain from my face. “Oh my god. Did I say that outloud?”
“Yes you did.” He reached out and grabbed my tie, pulling me up against him until I could smell him. Mark always wore this Chanel scent with these rich vanilla undertones that made my heart flutter. He pushed a soft kiss against me, and once I melted into him, he only gave me more and more. I pushed my tongue against his lips, seeking permission to enter. Mark still had his hand on my tie and he gave me a jolt and forced me back on the desk again, then pounced on my mouth and thrust his tongue into mine. I groaned into my boss, my fantasy of him dominating me slowly becoming a reality. Our kisses grew more intense, more hurried, as our underwear grew tighter, until we couldn’t breathe well and Mark pulled back.

We panted softly under the harsh office lights. My suit was rumpled and his cheeks were flushed.
“How…how was that?” he asked.
“Amazing,” I purred. “I didn’t know you were into men.”
“I’m not usually into men at all,” he admitted, “It just came over me. I had to stop or I was going to miss that concert.”
I blushed. “Well that was the nicest bonus I’ve ever received.”
He laughed. “Wait until Christmas. Now, if the offer is still open, I’d still like that cup of tea…I got Chinese food to eat and a concert to go to.”

I stood up and adjusted myself. “Coming right up.” My lust was fading. An impulse, was that all this was? I turned to leave his office. My hand was on his doorknob when Mark spoke up again.
“Theo – wait. Would you like to come over on Friday night? I’ll cook steak, we can open a bottle of red wine…maybe?”
I glanced over my shoulder. I could tell by the look on his face it had taken a lot of confidence to ask. Mark looked nervous.
“I would love that,” I replied. My chest felt warm as a smile bloomed on his face. “I’ll bring dessert.”
“You want to hear something funny?”
“What?”
“I might be a hoity toity office manager in fancy clothes, but my favorite dessert in the world is still rice krispy treats.”
“Awww,” I cooed. “That’s adorable. I’ll make you the best ones I can muster.”

Mark ran his fingers through his hair, sheepish. “I’d like that, actually. I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Now eat your food before it gets colder. I’ll be back with your tea.”
He smiled at me, and dug into his beef and broccoli. Damn, I love my job.

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Text is fictional. The men are Dario Beck and Woody Fox, from an adult film called Diary of a Fox. More from the shoot here, and you’ll need spare underwear after.