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“Estreellllooo are you awake from your nap yet?”
Brian’s pup made a whine of annoyance that echoed down the hall.
“It’s 3:15, you told me to wake you at 3. Oh well, I had a treat for you, but I’ll eat it.”
Estrello perked up. “Aroo?”
“If you want it, you gotta come here boy,” Brian called.
That warranted getting out of bed. Estrello stretched and scratched the back of his neck. Why were beds so comfortable? He slid off with some regret and trotted down the hall to the kitchen.

Brian glanced over his shoulder at him as he came in. “Aw, there’s my pup. Good nap?”
Estrello nodded and yawned. “Sleepy.”
“Come sit.”
Estrello knelt at Brian’s feet. His body sort of did it on his own now. Estrello gazed up at Brian with an adorable sleepy smile. “Hi Sir. Whatcha cooking?”
“Hi. You are so cute when you’re a sleepy pup. And I’m not cooking, I’m baking.” Brian handled Estrello a beater with cookie batter on it.
He made a little squeal. “You’re making cookies!”
“Yes.”
Estrello sniffed it. “Oh my god it’s peanut butter flavored.”
“I figured you’d wanna get out of bed for that?”
Estrello nodded. “Yes. Yes I would. Thank you Sir.”
Brian gave him some scratches at the base of his hair line. He expected his pup to take his prize over to his ‘spot’ in the living room and splay out by the TV. Instead, Estello simply leaned against Brian’s leg and enjoyed his prize while Brian spooned the cookies on two trays. He liked feeling Estrello against his leg. The young man was like a warm, comforting ball of energy that just followed him around.
Estrello appreciating the little indulges that made life special. He cherished every moment – like licking beaters. Or playing with a balloon. Or having a good cuddle. Having Estrello for a boyfriend was like having a dog, but a dog that took care of himself. Brian was enjoying relearning to see the world through the eyes of his pup boyfriend.
Brian glanced down at him with the spoon he used sticking out of his mouth. “God you are way too cute. Here, you wanna lick the bowl too?”
Estrello begged for it. If he had a tail, Brian’s ankle would have been bruised.

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I sit on the edge of the tub. “What’s a matter, Brazos?”
He sighs and gestures toward the other side of the porch. “It’s Grant. I’ve lost him. Paul’s got him wrapped around his little finger. Or should I say his dick, which frankly isn’t so little.”
I glance at the two. “Yeah Paul’s known for being hung like a horse. If Grant wants to be a size queen, let him.”
“I had this whole plan though. I was going to fuck Grant, seduce him, put him in chastity, spank him a little… he’s been talking about wanting to get more wild and be in touch with his sex drive. I had this whole perfect thing planned out, and he’s been picked the guy whose been using the same condoms since high school.”
I choke on my drink and sputter. “Oof alcohol burn. Come on, Brazos, pouting isn’t your style. If Paul can’t give Grant what he needs, he’ll come crawling back to you, and this time you’ll know it’s to stay.”
He sighs long and deep. “I hope you’re right.”
“Don’t focus too much on them right now. You got so many other guys who’d let you fuck them.”
Brazos finally takes his eyes off Grant and lays them on me. “What?”
“You didn’t know? We know how long you can go, we know about your basement. Us bottoms talk. We got a better spy network than the FBI.”
“Yeah I suspected that. Bottoms scare me a little. That’s why I want to tame them so much. If you don’t, your project becomes your houseboy. I mean, nothing wrong with houseboys just… I wanted a project.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Now you are having a pity party.”
“It ain’t a party without beer.”
“We can fix that.” I get up to go get him a beer. I return with a can of mango ale for Brazos. I toss it to him one handed. “Catch.”
He positions his hands like a catch and grabs it easily. “Thanks.” Brazos holds it over the edge of the hot top and opens it. It fizzes, but he catches most of it with his mouth.
“Ok, so once you drink that, you’re going to come inside and fuck me, and then once you have cleared your mind a little I’m going to go find you a project.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Hell yeah I do. Want to see how hard you can pound me with thighs that thick.”
Brazos blinks at me. “I thought you weren’t looking for anything right now.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m always looking for a hot cock.”
Brazos smirks. “Well I have that. Are you sure you don’t want to be put into chastity and spanked?”
“I can’t do chastity, I have hemophilia.”
“Aww, I’m sorry.”
“Me too, me too. But if you spank me light enough to not cause bruising… I can be down. You have enough control for that?”
Brazos gets this sinister look on his face. “You should come see my collection of implements, and I think that will answer your question.”
I shiver. “Oh my. Let me finish this margarita, and then I’m coming inside with you.”
Brazos looks pleased. “I like where this is going.”
“As do I.” Grant and Paul are making out now. “Does Grant really use the same condoms since high school?”
“Yep. His dick finished growing before he did.”
“Were you jealous?”
Brazos shrugs. “At first. But I like the shape of mine better. And I like that it gets smaller when I’m not using it. Like, it’s compact for travel.”
I laugh. “That makes sense. Mine’s always been a big undersized, and I like how it fits in underwear.”
“You want a cock like Paul’s?” Brazos asks me, eyeing my thong.
“Nah. I like mine small. Especially when I’m with a top that has big hands that can hold the whole thing in their grip and rub the tip at the same time; it drives me insane.”

Brazos’s eyes go wide. He down the rest of the beer and crushes the can in his hands. “Ok. Inside. Now.”

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“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“This sucks.”
“It does suck. I wanted to roast marshmallows on a fire.” Ollie pouts.
“Yeah I did too. No way the rain’s gonna let up though.”
Ollie sighs. We were supposed to be camping right now, but the “drizzle” we anticipated had become a downpour so we were stuck in a seedy motel for the evening.
“Well, at least we can have sex in a real bed,” I say.
Ollie looks at me. “Ok, normally I would totally be about that, but I am also disappointed I didn’t get to have sex in a tent.”
“Well I don’t think there’s room to set up a tent in here, but we can build a blanket fort, put the sleeping bag pads down and have sex on those if you want?”
He smiles. “You want to build a blanket fort? Really?”
“We can call it motel camping,” I suggest. “And there’s an over-hang outside our motel door. We can totally get the propane stove going to make dinner, or at least, make cocoa you can drink out your of favorite camping mug. We can play Uno in our tent, knock the whole thing over having sex, make dinner, and then we can watch a movie and cuddle in all the blankets.”
Ollie points a finger at me. “Sold.”

We salvage a ruin trip in a spree of juvenile joy. By the time the sun goes down, we were splayed in our half-collapsed blanket fort basking in the afterglow of good sex while we listen to the rain hit the windows. We take advantage of having an actual shower to clean up, and then we make dinner on our “porch”. Turns out we aren’t the only ones who got rained out from the campground, and two other groups join us in making the most random mishmash of dinner out of food that would have otherwise spoiled. We pass plates and ketchup and bottles of alcohol and cups of soda up and down the narrow cement strip in front of our motel units, laughing and joking over how silly this all is.

Eventually someone from the motel comes over to see what the smell is, and we give him a burger and he let us be.

When it gets late, the rain comes down even harder. We clean up, put everything away, and settle into bed in a nest of blankets to watch a movie on TV. Ollie finishes his cocoa but is half asleep by this point, cuddling me as he starts to doze off against my shoulder.
“Today was pretty fun after all,” he murmurs.
“It was. But anytime I’m with you is a good day.”
Ollie smiles. “I love you,” he whispers.

I blush and feel hot at the impact of his words. It’s the first time he’s said it to me. “I love you too,” I reply. Any hint of sleepiness I had is now gone. I sit there for almost another hour while Ollie sleeps in my arms, wondering how I got so lucky that it rained today.

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“Ah shit – hey honey?” Roland calls from the bathroom.
“Yay babe?” Gabriel responds from the bedroom.
 I forgot to grab a towel from the laundry basket. Can you grab one for me please? I’m dripping everywhere.”
“Sure thing, but you have to pay a kiss tax.”
“What the heck is that?” Roland asks.
Gabriel grabs a towel from the fresh laundry and brings into the bathroom. “A kiss tax is payment for my services. ”
“I think that’s a fair assessment. You got to see me naked too.” Roland wraps the towel around himself. Gabriel leans in for a kiss.
“Seeing you naked is always a highlight. Mmn. Good kiss. You are so warm. And you smell good.”
“It’s that soap you got from me Christmas. I love it.”
Gabriel smiles. “I’m glad. Get dressed quickly and come snuggle me. I want your warmth.”
“You want to stay and put the coconut oil on me?” Roland offers.
“That is something I didn’t know I wanted until now. Ya know, maybe we need to leave the towels out of the bathroom permanently. I’m liking where this all is leading.”
“If this is what happens every time I get out of the shower, I’d be late for work every day.” Roland points out.
“Eh, worth it.”
“I’ll just tell my boss I had to pay the kiss tax.”
“Surely he’ll understand.”
“Somehow, I think not.”
That makes Gabriel giggle. He picks up the coconut oil and squirted some in his palm. “Alright, warm boy, let’s get you all shiny. I cannot wait to snuggle you, you are gonna smell soooo good.”

“I really like how like…you’re so into me.”
“Well, I did marry you.” Gabriel points out.
“Yeah but like… mn, that feels good. You just like to be with me, and touch me. It’s nice,” Roland says softly.
“You’re sweet. But like, you wouldn’t believe how much I hold back. You’re my squish.”
“You’re what?” Roland chuckles.
“We used to have a golden retriever named Sunny when I was growing up, and she’d get attached to one plush toy and carry it everywhere. We’d call it her Squishy. I guess I learned it from her.”
“Man, you are such a golden retriever. I never realized that before, but man that is accurate. Hey there, I feel you squeezing my butt back there.”
“Butt tax.”
“I see. I’m gonna need a receipt for all these taxes I’m paying.”
“You’ll have to dog the accountant at the pawffice for that, but if you’re pugnacious they’ll fetch it for you.”
Roland could only laugh. “God, Gabriel that was so bad!”

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“I don’t want to. I’m not going.”
I put my hands on my hips. “What’s gotten into you? You love these parties. You make good money.”
“I know…”
“The men are expecting you, you’ve become a favorite, you know that.”
Miguel huffs. “You’re buttering me up.”
“It’s the truth. You drive them all crazy.”
“Someone else can drive them crazy. Send Lou or someone.” Miguel is trying to sound as tough as he can, but with his lispy Guatemalan accent he just sounds adorably petulant.
“Lou is already going. What’s going on sweetheart? I know you don’t actually want to miss working a party, tell me what’s really going on.” I sit my bulk down on the ottoman and rest my arms on my thighs.

Miguel sighs and looks away. “If I tell you, you won’t believe me. Or get mad. Or won’t take it seriously.”
“Miguel.” I say sternly. “The safety and health of my boys is the most important thing. I don’t train you to be thrown to the dogs. If there’s a problem with the clientele, I need to know. If you think you can’t talk to me, that kind of worries me actually. Have I been so harsh?”
“No no…not harsh. It’s just.” Miguel gestures with his hand.
“Just what?”
“It’s your brother,” Miguel says softly.
I sit up. “Dominic? This is about Dominic?”
“Yeah,” Miguel won’t meet my gaze.
I furrow my brow. Dominic’s my twin and my best friend. “What’s going on with Dominic?”
“He’s…well, he’s just…kind of creepy,” Miguel admits. “He doesn’t respect boundaries. He stuck a finger in me last week after I told him to keep his hands off my ass.”
“Dominic did that? MY Dominic?”
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” Miguel starts to stand up.
I grab his thigh with my large hand and force him back in the chair. “Sit down.”
“Yes sir,” Miguel squeaks.
“What else?”
“He drinks too much, and just gets like…handsy. When we are trying to take a break to the side, he always finds one of us and tries to like feel us up. Or get us to blow him. We’re a little worried one day he’s gonna want something and not stop when we say no. He already tried to get Nick to go to a hotel with him, off the books, last week.”
I can scarcely believe the words coming out of Miguel’s mouth. It sends a barb through my heart, and my instinct is to defend my brother and believe him over a runaway-turned-escort. But Miguel has no reason to lie, and if he’s jeopardizing his income I should believe him. Boy has expensive taste.
“Say something,” Miguel pleads.
“This is …a lot to hear.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. You should talk to Nick. And Lou.”
“I’m going to. And don’t apologize. I’ll tell Dominic not to come tonight until I’ve talked to everyone.”
Miguel looks relieved. “Thank you, Sir.”
“How long has this been going on for?”
“He was always handsy while drunk, but in the last two months it’s gotten worse.”
I look Miguel in the eyes. “I’m so sorry you thought you couldn’t talk to me. Come here, you want a hug?”
“Yes,” he admits.
We stand up and share an embrace. I sit on the chair and pull him into my lap. He’s perfectly warm and smells like strawberries. “No other problems?”
Miguel nuzzles me. “Except for Lou sucking at karaoke? No. Mr. Callibro’s cologne always makes me sneeze though.”
I chuckle. “I can’t stand it either.”
“Ha! Maybe I need to get him better cologne.”
“That’s the thinking of a good escort.”
Miguel smiles. “I should go get ready.”
I give him another barrel hug from the back. “Ok. I’m good. Go on now. We leave at  8.”
“Yes Sir.”
I push Miguel up and give his butt a swat as he leaves. Miguel shoots me a coy look over his shoulder on the way out. Yep, that’s the look that drives all the men crazy. I sit in the chair for a moment and digest what he’s told me. The shock is burning away to anger. Now I have to call my brother and break the news to him he can’t come tonight. Probably for the best, as I’d punch him if I saw him in person right now.

I get up with a groan to go talk to Nick. I love my brother, but god help anyone who hurts my boys.

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“Sweetheat, don’t eat sand. Jemmy – Jemmy, don’t feed your brother sand. Don’t put sand in his pants! What? I suppose if you buried him in sand he’d get sand in there, so don’t bury him in sand. Please play nicely. Make some castles with moats.” Keagen exhales and we exchange a look.
I smile. “They keep trying to kill themselves.”
Keagen snorts. “They do. Hard to relax.”
“I’m watching them too, love. You do need to relax. Do what I’m doing.”
“And what is that?”
“Staring at something nice to look at it.”
Keagen realizes what I mean and smirks. “I’m still the hot stud at the beach?”
“Hot as hell, baby.”
“Well, that’s a relief. It’s hard to find time to eat and work out with these two. I’m worried about my body. Honestly I almost didn’t wear this Speedo out here. Maybe it’s not a ‘dad’ thing to do.”
I raise an eyebrow. “A ‘dad’ thing to do is to make sure their children have a safe day at the beach. Doesn’t matter what you wear. You still look great. That woman who walked past just oggled you.”
“Did she?” Keagen looked over his shoulder. “She’s got a nice butt, but yours is nicer.”
“Well that is nice of you to say.”
“It’s true. I stare at it when you pick up the kids. Makes your glutes bulge.” Keagen smirks and holds his hands up to make a ‘grabby’ gesture.
I put a hand over my chest in a gesture of faux-drama. “I was not aware I was being voyeur’ed upon.”
“Oh I voyeur plenty.” Keagen replies.
I flush and glance at the kids. “Jemmy don’t eat the algae! Take that shell out of your brother’s mouth please. If Beaudry’s hungry we have snacks up here.”
Keagen glances over at them. “Won’t eat their veggies, but eats algae. Such health conscience children.”
I chuckle. “We should be so grateful. “ Jemmy starts chatting at me again. “What do you want again, Jemmy? Sparkling water? What flavor? Ok, we have orange. You want one Keagen?”
“Sure, babe.”
I lean forward in the beach chair and open the cooler I’d been using as a footrest. I toss one to Keagen and open one for the kids, pouring them into tsippy cups. “Man, we are textbook urbans gays aren’t we, our kids are eating algae and drinking sparkling water.”
Keagen chuckles. “We’re a trope. Isn’t it also a trope that gay men are constantly horny?”
“It definitely is. One sec.” I get up and walk over to our kids to give them their drink, make sure no one is eating sand, and go back to our chair.
“You know Keagen.”
“Hm?”
I lower my voice. “After we go home, our kids are going to go down for a nap. We’re gonna have to take our clothes off to shower…”
Keagen gets a smirk on his face. “Your ass is so mine.”
I bite my lip. “Promise you’ll dust the sand off first? I don’t want any abrasions.”
Keagen starts singing Taylor Swift’s “Shake it off”.
That makes me smile.
“Ok we’re basically every gay trope aren’t we?” Keagen realizes.
I sigh an exaggerated sigh. “I’m afraid so.”
“I don’t think we can fight it,” Keagen says.
“I”m afraid not.”
“I do think our children are eating things again.”
I’m already on my feet. “Honey, stop putting that in your mouth. You’re a mermaid? Mermaids don’t eat algae and sea shells. They eat fish. Whole. Skin and all. You want me to find you a fish?” I look at Keagen for help.
Keagen holds up his hands. “This one’s on you, Dad. Call me when you need your butt dusted. I’m gonna take a brief nap.”
“Good. Get that energy up for later.”
I leave Keagen to his nap and go hang out with the kids. I don’t mind. I’m glad I got Keagen to finally relax. He’s so over-tired he doesn’t even realize it anymore. This beach trip was for him to relax as much as it was for us as a family. And to my delight, it seems to have worked. Looks like I’m going to be rewarded later for my efforts too. I got this dad thing on lock-down.

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Bill glanced at himself in the mirror as he left the bathroom. The scratch marks he spotted before his shower were still noticeable. What a randy little thing he’d picked up last night! Bill paused in the doorway to consider the twink in his bed. Jax was naked except for his socks, twisted in Bill’s stained sheets. He was exceptionally pretty in the daylight. Slim and lightly muscled, faintly furred, proper pouty lips, manicured nails. Bill glanced at his name-brand clothes draped over a chair.
In another era, Jax would have absolutely been a dandy in high society. A daring rapscallion perhaps, a lusty bachelor who never marries. There’s rumors of the social clubs he goes to, and despite have many lady friends he has tea with, none of the rumors are about them…

Bill chuffs breath out of his nose at the image in his head. That should be Jax’s Halloween costume. He’d never fucked a boy in a waistcoat before.

And actually, he’d never fucked such a hot twink before either. Damn Bill, he asked himself, What did you drink last night? Liquid courage? There was also the fact that the twink was locked in a chastity cage. He’d never in his life picked up a boy with one on before, and it’d been a thrilling discovery to find out about it. It was like getting a rare Pokemon card or something – you need knew until you unwrapped it. Bill wondered who locked him, mostly to thank him for Jax writhing under him last night.

Bill walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet aside. To his surprise, there was a dark stain under Jax’s chastity cage. He’d been leaking all night! Despite what shot out last night, it seems there was still more to go. Jax’s cock twitched in its restraint. Bill licked his lips. He was now seeing the untapped potential of a locked boy.

Well, it was bad manners to leave your one-night-stands unsatisfied. Bill dropped the towel and crawled into bed to rouse Jax and greet him good morning.

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Paul had gone to take a late morning nap. When he came down to the pool area, the Saturday’s festivities were in full swing. And yep, the second he saw all those hot guys, he got an instant boner. Paul had been suppressing his sexuality since the awkward college years, but now that his career was stable he had been discovering just how fun gay could be. Hence why he came to this White Party. So many hunks!

Paul was walking to the bar when he did a double take. David stared at him back. Paul switched directions toward him.
“Paul? Is that you?” David asked.
Paul grinned. “In the flesh.” They exchanged a bro hug.
David looked at him up and down. “Man, you filled out. You look good.”
Paul tried not to blush. “Thanks man. You were -and are – way way hotter than me. And muscular. Look at your arms!”
David couldn’t help but flex a little. “I appreciate you saying that. After college I started eating way too much, but now I’m doing my best to stay fit.”
“Oh it’s working. Good job. You uh, must be here with a boyfriend?”
David shrugged those big shoulders. “Nah. Had some relationships, but I’m enjoying being a bachelor. There’s so many hot guys here, I just want to sample them all.”
Paul chuckled. “I admire your confidence. I still feel like I’ve come out of the closet recently.”
David blinked. “You? But you seemed out in college…I mean, we did fool around.”
Paul gave a wry smile. “Yeah it was fun. My body wanted it, but my mind just wasn’t ready to be on the same page.”
“Is it now?”
“Huh?”
“Is it on the same page,” David repeated. “Cause if you’d like to get caught up from where we left, we can go back to my hotel room for a lesson.”
Paul’s eyes went wide. “Are you actually like… propositioning me?”
David laughed. “You’re so formal. Yeah. You’re still hot. I’d love to fool around with you again.”
Paul was stunned. “I’m not used to being hit on but, man yeah, I’d love for you to show me some things. Mostly you naked.”

And just like that, Paul found himself walking right back into the hotel he just came out from. Only this time, it was with a hot man on his arms. Paul was so relieved to have ran into someone he knew, someone who could help him pick up where he left off in college. Paul ran his arm over David’s shoulder in the elevator. He wanted that man. It was so nice to not feel ashamed to want a man. This was going go be fun. God, his cock was hard!

As if David read his mind, he leaned over and whispered into Paul’s ear, “I love that you’re so hard.”
Paul broke out into goosebumps.

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I put my hands on my hips. “Well look at that. My plants are thriving.”
“They were in the wrong kind of soil, Sir.”
“How did you figure that out?”
“I did some research.” Damien is being humble but I see it in his eyes that he’s pleased with himself.
“Must be nice knowing how to read,” I say.
“It IS. It’s just hard cause I want to stay up so late reading, and then I’m tired during breakfast.”
“That explains your cranky mornings sometimes.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
I pat him on the shoulder. “No, don’t apologize. I’m happy for you. You worked hard at it.”
Damien blushes a little. He looks out over the water. “But the harder I work, the quicker I’m going to have to leave though won’t I?”
"What? Why?”
“Well you said I could stay here as your houseboy while I got caught up on my education and got my GED. I’m taking the test in May…”
I snort. “You think I’m gonna let you stop with a GED? No, boy. You need to think bigger. College.”
He turns to stare at me. “College?” Damien squeaks.
“Or whatever higher education you want. And you can stay here while you do that, even if you don’t want to be my houseboy anymore. I like having you around.”
“Oh Sir,” he sighs. “I want to stay here. I like being your houseboy. And having someone to have casual sex with is like…awesome”
“That’s my line.”
Damien chuckles. “Nope, mine.” He walks over to hug me. I crush him in my embrace. “But seriously, boy. Focus on your GED first, but start thinking bigger.”
“What if I just want to be a houseboy?”
“You’re not gonna want to be making eggs when you’re 40 and I’m 55. Trust me.”
Damien sighs. “You’re probabaly right but, I can’t fathom of thinking of leaving. I’m so happy to make eggs for you now, Sir.”
“Stop being so precious, I’m gonna get a cavity for how sweet you are. How did you survive on the streets for how long you did? When I think of you riding trains, it makes me sick.”
Damien hugs him back. “I had to do what I did to survive. I’d do it all again if I knew I’d meet you on the corner one day.”
“It’s weird to think where we’d be if I haven’t dropped my wallet,” I say.
Damien says, “You’d still be eating the worst eggs…”

I laughed. “You’re right. Man, I want eggs now.”
“Can I make breakfast for dinner?”
“Mmmn. That sounds good. Let’s do that.”
“Yay! I’m gonna do it naked.”
“Uh can we have breakfast at 3 pm?”
“No Sir! The house runs on a schedule.”
I groan. “Stop being so precious!”

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Archy knocked.
“Enter,” Victor said.
Archy let himself in. “Hello, Sir~”
“Oh hello. Wow you are better looking in person than in the photos.”
Archy smiled. “I always like to hear that. Thank you for selecting me.”
“You were my first choice, I’m glad you were available.”
“Oh stop,” Archy giggled with a hand wave. “You’re gonna make me blush, and I get so embarrassed when I blush.”
“I bet you look even cuter.”
Archy giggled some more and set down his things. The more the guy spoke, the more he could detect an uneven tone to his voice, but it didn’t bother him. Dude was sex on a stick. “I can already tell we are going to have fun, but how can I satisfy you this evening?”
“Well,” Victor paused to stretch. “I had a stroke last year.”
Archy gasped. “You had a stroke? But you’re so young!”
“It is uncommon. I fly a lot for work. I got DVT, and a clot led to a stroke. Apparently I had a defective narrow artery. Bad combo.”
“Oh honey!” Archy covered his mouth. “You lucky thing to survive that.”
“Thank you, you’re sweet. I was. I had a great care team. Thing is, though, I haven’t had the confidence to have sex since the stroke. I’ve been working on my body, my mind, and well-” Victor gestured. “I thought I’d reward myself by summoning professional service.”
Archy put his hand over his chest. “Oh honey, I am honored. Um, may I ask a question though?”
“Sure thing, babe.”
“Have you uh – you know, jerked off since the stroke? Like, it’s not like all still in there in your balls right?”
Victor laughed. “Of all the questions I’ve been asked. Yes, I’ve had a lot of release since then. I do love masturbating. But I’m tired of my hand, sitting in the bed alone in the dark. I want to feel the heat and connection of someone else.”
Archy walked over to him and put a hand on his thigh. “I am going to do everything I know in my book to rock your world tonight. I promise.”
Victor smiled. “You have a book?”
“Oh yes, the Twink’s Guide to Dick and Taking Dick. On the Barnes n Nobles best seller list, I assure you.”
That made Victor laugh. “You’re hilarious. I would honestly read that. Do you drink? I’d love to pour you some champagne.”
“Anytime a hot man wants to pour me champagne, I ain’t gonna say no. But I will tell you, I can drink a little, but I can’t do my job intoxicated.”
Victor got up and walked over to the mini bar. “Psht. I have a feeling you could do your job even in space.”
“….I think I love you.”

Victor laughed again and grabbed the bottle opener. “Here, let’s have a toast to a night of good sex.” They popped the cork (Archy squealed), and Victor poured into two glasses.
“Cheers?” Victor asked.
“Cheers to sex,” Archy corrected.
“Cheers to sex.” Clink.

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Captions are fictional.