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The party was thriving right outside the simple, pressboard door but it might as well have been in a separate dimension. I could hear the thump of the Spotify playlist I made, and the occasional sprinkle of laughter or shouting from a drunk guest. It was Christmas in New York, and we had passed our exams and we were all going a little crazy, being a little bold. It must have been the champagne though. I mean why else would I get up the courage to flirt with that guy in my life drawing class that I been pining for all semester? 

Santa must have decided I deserved a present early, or maybe Todd was just as drunk I was, but soon he was pulling me away from the noise and activity to a spot where we would be alone. We found a place, then a chair.
I had always prayed he was a top. It wasn’t like me. I was stereotypically gay as they came but I still didn’t like the idea of being a sissy. I imagined myself to be more of a power bottom than I actually was, but Todd saw right through me. He knew to put me on his lap and assert himself and hold me in place.

Todd’s hand on my side tickled a little, and the heavy pressure of it made my heart flutter. My cock also found it very interesting.
I didn’t have time to linger on my rising panic as the bulge in my pants grew. Todd nuzzled me, then gently guided my chin forward with his artistically skilled fingers and pressed his lips to mine. My brain shut down. 

How long we sat there like that, gently kissing, I’m not entirely sure. I know at some point, the door opened and the party rudely spilled into our private space. It was loud and ugly and I wanted it to go away. I know someone said, “Hey Todd have you seen ….ohhhh about time” and then the door closed. But I didn’t look up to see who it was. It was in another dimension, you see. Far away. It did not concern me. I was living in the present, happily being seduced by a beautiful boy in a fine blue shirt with a perfect chin that fit right between my fingers. 

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Birdie glanced outside the slat window. “Oh look, the chickadees are back at the bird feeder. That must mean…yep, the doves are under it, picking up the mess. It looks like the squirrels are keeping their distance. The proofing thing we rigged worked. Aw, they’re so cute and fat. Probably starving in all this cold. Hm, I wonder what those birds are? Warblers maybe? Purple martins? Probably just a type of finch. Wonder if we’ll see the cardinal pair from last year this winter. Gosh, they’re just so fun to watch. Nom nom nom! What do you think Sir?” 
When there wasn’t a reply, BIrdie glanced over his shoulder at his strong, swarthy Sir who was giving him the most unreadable, distant expression.
“Sir?” Birdie asked again. “Is everything alright?”
“I love you.”
BIrdie gasped softly. ‘Sir?” he squeaked.
Morgan’s cheeks turned ruddy under the close-cropped dark scruff of his beard. “I’m sorry, that just slipped out.”
“Did…did you mean it Sir?”
Morgan covered his face with his hand. “I … Yes. I do, Birdie. I was just sitting here, staring at beautiful sight of the back of you and I realized the reason I stopped chasing boyfriends so long ago is that I’m in love with you. I made these excuses to myself – that I was distracted, that I was busy with work, that our sex was holding me over, but I just….I just realized it. That butt is mine, and what it’s attached to, I want it to be mine forever.”

Birdie’s eyes went wide. His delicate hand was hovering over his mouth. “Morgan – I mean, Sir I – I – …I’m speechless.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I have breached our relationship. You are my houseboy. I have been inappropriate with you.” Sir began to get up. “I’m going out.”
“No no!” Birdie cried, walking over to his Sir and taking his hand in his. “I’m really happy you told me. Oh gosh, can’t you feel that I’m shaking? I’m the luckiest houseboy in the world.  A great job, a great life, and my deepest fantasy realized! It’s like Christmas has come early.”
Morgan blinked and choked. “Really..? You feel the same?”
“If not more. You’re my favorite man in the world,” Birdie admitted. “Oh gosh, I’m going to get emotional.”
Morgan chuckled to hide how flattered he was, and kissed his boy on the forehead. “Then get emotional. Get emotional for us if you want.”
“For both of us? …but Sir, your eyes are tearing up.”
“Oh come on Birdie, let an old man keep some of his dignity.”
Birdie giggled and nuzzled Morgan. “I love you too.”

They shared a kiss on the lips. Morgan glanced over Birdie’s shoulder. “Hey, the cardinal couple is back.”
“What? Really?”
Morgan pulled Birdie to the window, and they held hands as they watched the little creatures feast.

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by ccallenreese

Scott heard rustling in the carpet of leaves trailing out of the woods behind him. He glanced over his shoulder. “Hey, there you are.”
“You came,” Aaron said, looking pleased, despite his tired and red eyes.
“Yeah. I came here right from school.”
“This late?”
“I got detention,” Scott explained.
Aaron shook his head. “Always getting into trouble.”
“I can’t help it. I like to paint things.”
“Just not paper?”
“Not always.”
Aaron sat next to him, rigid. Scott put an arm around Aaron and pulled him against his chest. The boy immediately snuggled into him.
“You ok?” Scott asked.
“Yeah. Just…my dad, ya know. The Packers lost, so it’s worse.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I know, but I’m sorry he’s such a mean drunk.”
There was a moment of silence.
“My mom suspects things,” Aaron said softly.
“Us?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that bad?” Scott replied.
“Only if my dad finds out.”
Scott looked down. “I won’t let you get in trouble because of me. I’m going to ask my mom if you can come stay with us for a while.”
Aaron jerked his head up. “What?”
“…I overheard the teachers talking to your mom on the phone,” Scott admitted, “They said your grades are slipping.”
Aaron said nothing.
“Besides, I wouldn’t mind having you in my house.”
“Wouldn’t people figure out sooner that we’re…..you know.”
“So what? If your dad can’t get to you, who cares? I’d rather be open and happy than quiet and miserable.”
Aaron didn’t respond right away. He just stared at the neighborhood sprawl below them and listened to Scott’s heart beat in his chest. Scott, always the contrarian, the rebel. Scott the rock.
“Ok.”
“Ok?” Scott repeated.
“Yeah, ask her,” Aaron clarified.
“Ok, I will.” Scott ruffled Aaron’s hair. “Don’t you worry. Everything will be ok.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Scott kissed the top of his head, “It will.”

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Text is fictional. I had some trouble tracking the source. The original image is in color and used as a still in this Youtube video to solicit funds for a film narrative about homeless LGBT youth called Hooked. I think it’s actually a still from the promotional material, and not just yanked from elsewhere. If you want to support the project, the IndieGogo page is here.

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“Hi there, Gideon. How are you feeling?”
“It hurts,” he said, matter of factly through clenched teeth.
“Can you tell me where it hurts?”
Gideon pointed to his side. “Hurts real bad.”
“Alright, that’s steady then. Nurse Mendez’s preliminary evaluation points to possible swollen appendix. We are going to do an ultrasound to confirm.”
“Like…I’m pregnant? I’m not pregnant. I’m a dude.”
I glanced at Nurse Mendez who is smiling at me.
“I see Nurse Mendez is already giving you a taste of some pain killer.“
“It’s …nice,” Gideon agreed. 
I checked his vitals while he relaxes. “Blood pressure’s good, Let’s get the tech in here.”
Gideon looked at me. “Hey.”
“Yes?” I asked, making notes.
“You are really hot.”
Nurse Mendez smothered a laugh.
I felt my cheeks grow warm. “Me or Miss Mendez here?”
“You,” Gideon insisted. “Like the pain goes away the more I realize it…damn you are really hot.”
“Thank you Gideon,” I said, trying to polite. “Let’s focus on your medical care ok?”
“Mm you can be my doctor any day.”
Nurse Mendez giggles. “Aw cute, you made a new friend.”
Gideon continued. “I’m gay you know, so I am a good judge of these things.”
“Nice to know you’re feeling better,” I said.
“Hey. Since I’m here and like naked under his gown, you should check to make sure everything down there works.”
Nurse Mendez had to leave she’s laughing so hard.
“Gideon, we’re here to treat your appendix.”
“Mm you can treat me any time,” Gideon slurred. 

The pain medication made him doze off and we were able to get an ultrasound. His appendix looked like shit, so we rushed him into the OR. Normally I don’t follow up with patients for operations that simple, but Nurse Mendez told me that Gideon was asking.

When I walked into his unit in intensive care, Gideon lit up. “Hey, it’s the hot doctor.”
I blushed. “You are clearly feeling better, Gideon.”
Gideon gave me a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his head. “I’m sorry if I was kind of inappropriate with you. I get that way when I’m drunk too.”
I check his vitals while we chat. “Well you gave the nurses plenty to tease me about for the next year.”
Gideon laughed, a beautiful sound. “Well…you are hot. I can’t stop thinking about you. I was being obnoxious and you were being so kind to me.”
“A lot of times, patients that come in here are sick and being sick makes them act in different ways,” I responded. “You learn to focus on taking care of them and not making it personal.”
Gideon plucked at his blanket. “What if I wanted to make it personal?”
I tilted my head. “I make it a policy not to date patients.” For some reason the words came with a hesitation and a bit of regret. 
“Well….I’m getting discharged this afternoon. I won’t be a patient then. I mean, if I happened to bump into you in let’s say a bar somewhere-”
I laughed. “A bar? You just had major internal surgery. Are you really feeling that much better?”
Gideon beamed. “Yeah, I feel amazing. A bit sore, but amazing. My appendix had been bothering me for a few days before I came in.”
I stared. “Why did you wait?”
“Cause I thought it was a stomach ache…my roommate is into an Indian food kick and oh my god, it’s so spicy.”
“Is that so?” I asked, amused.
“…Do you like Indian food?” Gideon asked.
I was impressed by his persistence. I tucked my pen in my pocket. “I really like curry.”
Gideon lit up. “There’s a great Japanese curry place like three blocks from my apartment…”
I shook my head. “You don’t give up don’t you?”
Gideon chuckled. “Nope. I’m not letting you slip away.”

I’m not really sure why I gave him my phone number or why we played phone tag for the next few days. However, it was a good thing we did. I was able to detect that Gideon’s incision was infected and got him to go back to the hospital right away. 

I of course, had to go visit him in intensive care.
“My my Gideon, did you miss us at Royal Medical so badly?”
Gideon grinned. “I got impatient waiting for a curry date.”
I peeked at his incision site. “Oof, that is angry looking. We’re gonna get you on intravenous anti-biotics pretty quick here.”
“Are you going to be my doctor again…?” he asked, hopeful.
“Yes, Gideon, I will.”
“Good,” he said. “Then I know I’m in good hands.”
I gazed down at Gideon’s angelic face. “You need to get better soon or I’m going to get curry without you.”
He tried to sit up and I kept him down. “Stay down Gideon.”
Gideon slouched back. “Really? You mean it? Oh come on, now you’re teasing me cause I can’t leave the hospital!”
“You’re the one with an infection, not me,” I pointed out. “Blame it.”
Gideon smirked. “You could still do a testicular inspection on me to kill time.”
I choked on my spit and coughed. “Randy little thing aren’t you?”
Gideon laughed. “You are so fun to get a rise out of.” The nurses came in and our conversation got interrupted. 

It was another five weeks before Gideon was well enough to get curry with me, and he was right, it was damn tasty. But the company was even better. 

Gideon looked much more attractive cleaned up, in regular clothes. I found myself drawn to his brash, forward behavior…attracted enough where I wanted to see him again. And again. And then he spent the night. 

Now every morning, I see the scar on his abdomen and stroke it with my finger. I promise myself he will never end up in my ER again. I know I’m powerless to stop that, but some part of me wants to believe that Gideon has paid his dues to

Asclepius

and now he is mine forever.

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Text is fictional. Picture is a stock image but I couldn’t find the source. The picture was hosted on ABC news’s website.

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“We’re going to have a problem,” Evan murmured.
“I’m not seeing a problem. Clarify for me?” Joseph replied, his focus distant.
“Well, I’m not sure… mmn. How were gonna be able to make it through the wedding ceremony if I can’t stop kissing you.”
“You can’t?” Joseph asked, smiling.
“Nah. I mean, look at us. We can barely make it through the photographs.”
Joseph chuckles with Evan. “Well.” Mmnn. “What’s the problem again? I like kissing you.”
Evan nuzzled his lover. “Shit, I can’t remember…” he smiled. “Can I kiss you again?”
“Sure,” Joseph smiled. “It’ll make for cute pictures.”

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I had a crush on Cody forever. He was so adorable, yet so shy – the founder of the programming club at our small community college and also a member of our archery team. It took me forever to befriend him and coax him over for ‘movie night’. It was blistering hot and our AC crapped out, so my apartment was sweltering. It was Cody who surprised me and asked if we could just hang out in our underwear. Uh, no, I did not mind.

Around 3 am, Cody askd if we could just share my oversized queen bed instead of him crashing on the sofa cause he was sticking to the leather. Again, uh, no, I do not mind. My heart was racing and I was terrified of getting an inappropriate boner. Luckily it waited to spring up until after the lights off. Cody was very brave and gave me a good night kiss, and it took me forever to fall asleep because I could not stop thinking about how much I loved feeling his soft firm lips against my own. I was excited for what the morning would bring. I ran through lots of fantasies about morning wood, showers, kitchen foolery…

It was past 4:30 when I reached my cock. I had to clear my head so I could sleep a little – but then everything began to shake. The bed, the walls, the ceiling, it all creaked and rolled. I kept still, waiting to see if it was going to be The Big One or not. Cody woke up with a shot. He cried out into the darkness, fumbling in the sheets, panicking.

The earthquake subsided, just a small 4.8 passing through. I’d forgotten Cody had only lived here for a year, fresh from Iowa, not used to California peculiarities I quickly turned on the lamp and began to work on reassuring him, grabbing his wrists and talking to him in a soft soothing voice. He was not immediately convinced that there wasn’t a bigger quake coming and we were all going to die. I was concerned that Cody was sweating, his eyes dilated and chest fluttering.

Eventually, I pulled out my phone and found a thread on Reddit to show him that others in our area were underwhelmed by it it too. The epicenter wasn’t anywhere close. I prevented Cody from having an anxiety attack but he was nervous. I swallowed hard, gathered my courage, and pulled him into my arms.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll protect you.”

How exactly I planned to do that against a quake, I don’t know, but it sated Cody. He pushes himself against me, seeking safety and reassurance in my arms.
“You’re a good friend,” Cody admitted softly to me before falling back asleep, pressed against my chest. I was only awake a bit longer, just long enough to ponder how warm and sweet-smelling he was before drifted off. 

Lo and behold we woke up like that, tangled, morning woods trapped in our underwear.  I was awake for a long while before Cody, just appreciating him and enjoying his presence while I dozed in and out. Eventually Cody woke up.

Initially he was embarrassed about his cock being hard, but when I whispered, “mine is too,” Cody seemed to loose some of his shyness from the night before. We rocked together for a bit, Cody pressing into my thigh; then he rolled over on top of me and we began to kiss. My world began to spin far harder than it had shaken last night. I snaked a hand around to cup his ass then all bets were off. We spent all morning making out, humping, eventually tossing away our sticky underwear so we could play skin to skin.

I never thought I would be thanking Mother Nature for getting me to first and second base. God bless that 4.8.

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Text is fictional. I feel like I posted this already… anyone know who these cuddlebugs are?

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I had had sex before – one night stands, club hook-ups, Grindr rendezvous in new cities – but I had never let anyone make love to me, because I did not trust of those men with my love. I often thought perhaps I should be a bit embarrassed how much I liked the cheesiness, the sappiness of romance and secretly pined for it. I never told anyone how much I really wanted that, more than anything. Until, that is, I met Todd. When I met him, I honestly thought he was going to be like all the rest. I indulged him, this man who was seventeen years older than me and still out looking for fun at night. But it was Todd who pursued me days after we fucked. Todd who flirted with me, who actually cared about me beyond my dick…

And then when Todd got bad news, he pushed me away, and lord for whatever reason I ran right after him. Now here we are, the night before his brain surgery, sharing his bed and about to make love for the first time. We knew this might be the last time; god forbid something went wrong in the operating room. Yet, Todd decorated the room for me. He brought out the nice, high thread count Egyptian sheets in gold, my favorite color. He bought some lightly scented candles and lit them for ambiance. Gentle classical music played in the background. On the nightstand were our negative STD tests. No condoms in sight. Just nice, warming lube, wash clothes, massage oil, a few little toys, high quality bottled water… everything a couple could need in one room.

Although the passion and love that followed that night remained clear to me fifty years later as it did that night, the brightest memory I have is the moment just before we began. Todd and I were sitting in bed, both naked, the sheets up to our waists. He leaned into me; our heads touched. He put a hand on my arm, but said nothing. We did not need words to communicate. When I opened my eyes, I saw his were wet and he was holding back tears. I knew if I tried to say anything the same thing would happen to me.

I don’t think I said another word that night until he was inside of me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. 

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Text is fictional. Source is the movie Truth.

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“Brendan.”
“Please stop. If we try to have a conversation I’m going to cry.”
I swallowed hard. I reach out for his hand after a moment he takes it, and squeezes it so hard it hurts.
“Brendan…” I began.
“What?” He asks, his voice high and tight. “Just let me suffer. I know once you get on the plane it will be easier. I’ll cry later.” Brendan brushed away a few tears and I pretended not to notice.
“Brendan,” I repeated. “I just made a new decision.”
Brendan raises his head a little. His cheeks are red. “What?”
“We decided it was the mature responsible thing to break clean when I went off to Harvard and you went to the Coast Guard. We lasted two years out of high school together, working and saving….planning for our own futures, but at the same time, self destructing.“ Brendan let’s out a sob. People are staring. I pull him into a hug. He clings to me like a magnet. “But I just cannot let you go. I will wait you for you, Brendan. That’s what I decided.”
My boyfriend is crying too hard to respond. I find myself unable to hold back any longer.
“And if you meet some guy and have hot helicopter sex-”
That gets a laugh.
“Then you enjoy it ok? Don’t waste a hot chance on me. Just tell me straight after ok?”
“No no no,” Brendan finally says. “I will wait for you. I will wait, and I will pine, because I love you so fucking much.”
I hiccup and feel silly. “You’re going to pine for me?”
“Everyday.”
“Awww…Brendan. I love how sweet you are. Shit, there is no way I could ever stop loving you.”

I know for a fact people are watching now. The announcement comes over the speaker: Flight 8498 to Boston now boarding at gate 34b…“
“That’s me,” I said softly.
“No,” Brendan whimpers.
I tilt his head and kiss him. “The waiting starts now. I will call when I land.”

I cant actually remember how I found the strength to remove Brendan’s warm body wrapped around with mine, or how I could get on that plane with that face watching me. All I know is, when I landed in Boston, I was still in tears.

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I know you’ve fallen asleep over there, which I’m kind of glad about, because I kind of feel like I’m going to cry. I mean – how dumb would it look to start crying in the middle of a park? Someone would probably go – what an asshole, dude thinks the sky is so pretty he’s crying. Or they’d think I’m on drugs. The truth is, I’m not on drugs anymore. I say the words aloud, just to hear myself say the words and have them be true: “I’m not on drugs. I’m not on drugs anymore. I was on drugs, but I’m not anymore.”

It’s funny – back then when I was a walking poster-child of Florida’s Biggest Problem, I would say the same thing out loud just to cement my denial. I’m not on drugs. I just take them occasionally. Once a day. I mean, I have a job, I’m not living on the streets. I’m not a drug addict. Middle-class white guys are not addicts.
I was so full of shit. I am now somewhat amazed I was able to play the game of mental gymnastics with such Olympic-level skill. The side effects of the drugs were so gradual that I was watching out for them, but I wasn’t prepared for the side effect of lying. Just making shit up all the time is exhausting. Hiding what you’re doing becomes exhausting. The guilt..the lies…the shame. That nagging sense that you’re on the brink of losing control, the paranoia that all your friends know – but they couldn’t know could they?

They had to know about the Vicodin, cause of my car accident and the back pain. But they couldn’t know how many pills. They couldn’t have any idea about the Xanax. Or the Percocets. Or the occasional jag of heroin. They couldn’t know I was going to realtor open-houses to raid the medicine cabinet, or I’d been shopping doctors for prescriptions.

I glance over at Jeffrey. I can’t believe he stuck with me this whole fucking time. I was sure when I got back out of rehab, he would be gone. He was the one who threatened to leave me if I didn’t get some fucking help. I was so blown out at that point that I was negotiating in my head how I was going to get out of this with my little magic pills intact – just go to rehab enough to look clean sober, get myself back down to when I was down to a pill a day – when he didn’t notice – and he would take me back. Looking back on it, I’m disgusted with myself.

Jeffrey does not deserve me. He deserves someone so, so much better. So much more whole. Someone who was not an addict.

Yet he stuck with me through this whole damn time. He kept visiting me, bringing me food and things I needed. Books. Better sheets. Chapstick. And as the drugs began to leave my system, the guilt moved in. I was able to see this man I’d been dating with clear eyes again, and the love came back. And once I let the love do the thinking for me, it began to fight the addiction in full force. I didn’t want to be in love Jeffrey under the influence. I could not do that to him, and should never have done it in the first place. I fully expected to get out of rehab and he would be gone, and I could never tell him just how much his love saved me.

But Jeffery was there in his red sedan, waiting to pick me up from rehab, to take me back to our new apartment in a new neighborhood where we were going to start over. We didn’t go back to normal though. He was scared of me for a week, unsure if the old Brian was actually back. 

I learned that getting clean isn’t just one act. It comes in waves, and most of those waves involves becoming aware of all the damage you’ve caused. Jeffery didn’t trust me. He would check our friends’ medicine cabinets before we went over there. He checked my pockets. Initially, Jeffery declined intimacy, of close contact, and preferred being friends in the same apartment. I was annoyed at him at first for pushing me away, but then I realized it was because Jeffrery was scared I was going to backslide and he was going to be betrayed and have his heart hurt again. They don’t prepare you for that in rehab.

We went to couples therapy. It got better. We celebrated five years together. I lost my job cause of the addiction, but I got a new one. I squeeze Jeffrey’s hand. It’s still getting better, every day.

Love conquers all. Shit, I’m crying in a public park. What a white guy thing to do.

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I hear someone’s footsteps behind me. I can sense it’s Shea without him even saying anything. I ignore him though and focus on my task. My eyes remain closed. Then, after a moment I feel Shea’s breath on the back of my neck and his nose bumps my ear. I can’t ignore him nuzzling me, especially when he puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Shea, I’m meditating,” I gently say.
“You’ve been meditating for an hour. I want you.”
“You want me how?”
“I dunno…I just want to be with you. This country air is making me feel romantic.”
“Really?”
“Mm hm.” Shea kisses the shell of my ear. “This is how i meditate.”
I chuff and open my eyes as I glance over my shoulder. “You’re distracting.”
He smiles, not at all feeling guilty. “Sorry.”
“I like it.”
Shea puts his second hand on my shoulder and rubs them. “Can we make out for a bit?”
“Make out?” I tease. “Like we’re in high school?”
“Yeah,” Shea replies. “I want to kiss you.”
“Is that so?” I ask, interested. “You don’t want my dick?”
“Dicks are good. I like dicks. Maybe we can get to that later. I dunno, right now…just want to kiss you.”
“Come ere, sit in my lap,” I offer.
“I’m bigger than you are,” he reminds me.
“Then you sit here, and I’ll sit on you.”
“Mm that’s a good kissing position.”

We trade spots. I sit down on his firm thighs and Shea wraps his arms around my waist. I slide my palms up his stomach as our kisses begin. Maybe he’s right about this country thing. The air is so clean and sweet here that everything else smells amplified. Shea’s own natural scent is present, warm and inviting, with a bit vanilla, a bit of sandalwood, with a bit of pheromones mixed in. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him again and again. I don’t even notice my cock -or his – is painfully hard and leaking until half an hour later.

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Travis Stevens and Tyler Hill, in a scene for Helix Studios. (Link nsfw.)