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Wedding Weekend O.k. since no one on here knows me and i'm gonna burst if i don't tell someone so here i go! This Happened a few years ago when my oldest brother mark was getting married, I live in Chicago so i needed a place to stay that weekend since the wedding was in Los Angeles, Everyone was staying at my Dad's house so he worked it out so that i could stay with my cousin Robert and his wife Gina, they were a little younger than me but i always had fun whenever i'd visit L.A. Dad drove me over to the house as soon as we pulled up Gina ran out the door to give me a hug and a kiss, turns out my uncle Bob was staying there too, older than me but younger than my Dad he's a big guy, about 6' 2" dirty blond hair strong muscled physic , a really handsome man (I think even as a kid i had a crush on him) he hug me saying "Wow, you look fantastic" Working out"? "I try" I said as he was touching my abs, "hey where's Robert?" i asked , Gina pointed up the stairs and said "he's taking a shower, he just got in from work"! while my Dad and Uncle Bob started talking about wedding stuff, i ran up the stairs to surprise and say hi to my cousin, as I went through the bedroom I noticed the door to the bathroom was slightly open I walked up quietly and i could see him inside the shower, I don't think he could see me because of the soap in his eyes, now Robert is about 5' 11" with a great body his six pack is more like an eight pack, he has Reddish Blond hair but thru the glass shower door i could see his pubes were really red , i've only seen him naked another time at summer camp we played with each other and jacked off with some of the other guys Evan then his dick was bigger than most there but we were about 12 years old then , but now i looked down at his dick and my mouth dropped open I couldn't believe it, his cock was at least 7 or 8 inches hanging and swinging in the water! Soft! his balls were kinda big too, hanging low from the hot water, i knocked on the door "Who is it"? he said "it's the police! i said "i hear you have a loaded weapon in there and i'm here confiscate it"! i walked into the bathroom and he's holding his dick with both hands pointing it at me and yells "Get back or i'll shoot" i say "No No don't, i surrender! I'll do anything just let me live!" , he says it's good to see you blah blah blah .. but at this point i don't hear anything he's saying because i'm in a trance watching him dry off, he starts putting on a jock and some running gear, dude! the bulge in his shorts you can't miss it! anyway "blah blah blah.....i'll hang with you in a minute i gotta work out before it gets too late" he gives me a hug and we head downstairs, now i won't bore you guys with the play by play at dinner, but i could tell you when Robert got back from the gym he was pretty horny, he was all over Gina making little comments about her nice ass, sneaking touches on her tits when he thought no one was looking and hinting how talented she was in the bedroom, all I could see was his huge bulge growing in his jeans etc... so later that night we're all watching some stupid gross out comedy movie then some T.V. then the news, i'm pretty tired from the time change and travel, so i say my goodnights to uncle Bob,Robert and Gina. i got the guess room because my Uncle Bob liked the couch better than the bed, so I'm Horny as fuck but soooo exhausted , sleep wins that battles I go in the room strip down to my boxers and pass out like a light! ......About 2 in the morning i hear Gina yelling at Robert "Fuck you! You're A Dick!" then a door slam, and then footsteps of someone coming down the hallway pass my room and down the stairs, it sounds like they stop in the living room, but then come up the stairs , back down the hall coming closer to my room, the door opens and Robert comes in "I gotta crash in here dad's on the couch and Gina's being a bitch!" he flops down on the bed next to me and i can tell he's a little drunk, apparently he and my Uncle Bob pulled out the good scotch after me and Gina went to bed, after which he went upstairs to have sex with Gina .....who was sleeping, "I don't get women" he said "We were already fucking why stop I said sorry!" "what happened?" i asked "i put too much lube on my fucking Cock and when i pulled all the way out to plow her with long a deep stokes my cock kinda slipped and almost slipped into her ass!" "she thought i did it on purpose!" i laugh out loud at him he got a little mad and tried to cover my mouth but this only made me laugh harder and at the same time trying to be quiet, finally he gets on top of me holding my arms down with his knees while sitting on my chest, he's covering my mouth with both of his hands, I keep trying to buck him off but in the struggle his dick fell out the leg of his boxers and is inches away from my chin, it's getting hard it's really big too. I can't move at all, "Oh You Think it's funny Huh? This should shut you up!" in one move he try's to get the head of his dick in my mouth , the head is so big I end up scraping it with my teeth "wider fucking open your mouth wider!" i do and i can taste the lube still on his dick, his cock is getting fatter and so far i only got the head and maybe an inch, i suck on it and get a mouth full of pre-cum, "i thought you gay guys were suppose to be good at blow job" swallowing his slimy pre-cum i said "It's to big for my mouth, and it's at the wrong angle!" "i don't give a fuck" he said "I'm horny" he's way stronger than me so he gets off me and he pulled me to the edge of the bed holding me down with the weight of his body he pulled my boxers down with his left hand, both of us trying to be quite , he spits on my hole and said "Well let's see if we can get it to fit in here!" he starts working the massive head of his cock against my ass I can't believe he's gonna try and put that massive pole in my hole my body starts to give in and I relax and it slowly starts to slide in! i reach around to feel how much is in, i'm being stretched and I can feel every bit of it, i can't even touch him he only has the head of his cock in but I hear myself moan out loud i start to feel my insides fill up, i start breathing heavy , and that's when i think he rammed at least 7 of his 10 inches into my hole, I feel the head spreading my insides around then he starts to fuck me! Holy Fuck! it hurt so bad but good then my body started to fuck him back! every stoke I felt like waves of electricity! he stops without pulling all the way out he flips me over onto my back and says "damn You must like your ass fucked to hell , your dick is hard as fuck!" with that he starts really plowing my hole, deep and fast like a jack-rabbit, we thought we were being quite but i think i moaned a couple of times to out loud, he fucks me to the edge of the bed now my head is hanging off, and my eyes are closed, I'm in ecstasy I feel like I'm floating mumbling I feel like I'm about to cum , oh my god I'm thinking he's such a tease he slows down and stops for a second but then he keeps a steady thrust going ! i think i hear the door open? or is that the squeak of the bed? it doesn't matter I'm in heaven! I'm moaning again about to have my 3 anal orgasum , i feel a finger opening my mouth, i thought it was Robert but then i realize both of his hand are on my ankles and he's fucking me hard like he's showing off for somebody, that's when i hear a familiar voice say "stick out your tongue", i do and my mouth and nose are covered in a big hairy unshaved nut sack, big like two Huge Large tennis balls! holy shit it's my Uncle Bob! he must have heard all the Quiet Rustling we were making and came up to investigate , damn his dick was uncut and almost as big as Robert's cock! In the position i was in my throat was ready to be fucked! and fuck it he did! he fit almost 8 inches of his very fat uncut cock into my throat, i could taste the unwashed manscent and pre-cum dripping out of his fat 9 inch dick! so hairy too! I hear Robert whisper to his dad (my Uncle) "ooh let's switch!" "O.K." Bob says my Hole finally gets a little break but now Robert has full access to my mouth! he push way down my throat ,"can you taste your ass?" he says laughing quietly Pulling out a second so i can breath, before i can say stop or this is too much, Bob plunges his full 9 inches into my hole, and I hear him whisper "Oh Fuck! is so soft" my ass is so open now after Robert's hard and deep fucking, i'm just glad that Bobs cock is not as long as Robert's but i spoke to soon as Uncle Bob begins fucking me his cock expands so wide and Holy Shit it's as fat as a beer can! all of a sudden Bob's balls Banging into me and Robert's Red Hairy balls hitting and covering my nose with his huge cum filled Balls with his cock going in and out of my mouth like it was his wife's pussy ! i have spit and watery eyes from Robert fully raping my throat with his 10 inch cock! banging his balls hitting me really hard in the face with his nuts now! Uncle Bob's beer can cock has my hole so loose and open his beautiful dick keeps hitting something deep in my hole! i grab Roberts ass and pull his dick balls deep into my throat and hold it there, Bob still fucking me faster, my body tense up and now my dick starts shooting cum and i'm not touching myself! shooting all over my chest Bob Starts to shoot his load he doesn't pull out he fucks me really deep i can feel his beer can cock pulse about 10 shots! he pulls out his cock which goes soft right away i can feel his load just pour out of my loose wide open gaping ass! Robert see all this and can't hold it I can feel the first shot go right into my stomach I keep swallowing as much as I can but its so much cum coming out so fast he pulls out and it shoots far over my face and it lands on my cock, he quickly comes around to my cum filled and lubed ass and plunges his dick back into my hole, it's so full of cum i can hear how loose my ass has become, he starts pulsing the rest of his load in my ass then leave it in my hole , my ass is so wrecked his cock slips and falls out as it begins going soft , he and my Uncle make me lick their dick and sweaty balls clean ,then my cousin turns around and makes me lick his red furry hole , to my surprise he bends over and kisses me on the lips! and says "thanks that was fun" I get up to go clean up in the bathroom and as I stand up it seems like a gallon of cum pours out of my ass, my uncle came a lot!, when i came out of the bathroom my uncle is there in his boxers wet from his dripping dick almost see thru, he say quietly "we don't have to talk about this do we?" "we're just a couple of fellas a little drunk having some fun, O.K.?Cool?" "sure" i said then i said "By the way you have a fantastic Dick!" he smiled at me and said "I know, so does your Dad" and he walked away back to the couch me thinking "What?" anyway i got back to the room Robert was sound asleep. The whole next day they both acted like nothing happened. but I have to say my fucking cousin with that big fucking cock and my uncle with his beer can dick (although it took a week or more for my ass to heal from the double assault) has been the best fuck i ever had! (so far) side note: I've been thinking that my cousin got into this scene way to easy, and fucked me so well that this couldn't have been his first time, Could it? I bet he fucks guys at his gym all the time.

PART ONE “Hey Ian! Looks like I finally found us some work?” “Oh? What?” “Prostitutes!” “WHAT?!” “Well, 'retail workers' if you wanna get all technical about it. Same difference, we're getting fucked over either way.” “O...kay...?” These sorts of interactions were commonplace in Kace and Ian's relationship. In fact, you might call it the bread-and-butter of their day-to-day life. Really, Ian should've been used to it now. But for a, shall we say, more 'reserved' person, his boyfriend's more risque sense of humour still succeeded in making that tan on his face look more like a sunburn, and getting him very interested in looking at the floor. Or a wall. Or anywhere that wasn't eye contact. “Come on,” Kace laughed, tossing a muscular arm around Ian, pulling the whole 'whopping' 145 pounds of man to his side of the sofa .“It was funny!” “You know how I feel about those kinds of jokes...” “Of course! Why do you think I make them?” “Because you like to see me squirm?” “Guilty as charged.” “But why?” “You want my honest answer?” “Uh, yea.” “Because...” Kace continued, arm sliding lower to wrap around Ian's waist. “You're cute as hell when you're flustered.” Though that remark did nothing to reduce said flustering, it did bring a hint of a smile to Ian's face, one of the few he'd made over the past couple weeks. However, that smile wouldn't last for long as he sighed, blonde hair mingling with his boyfriend's brown locks as he set his head on Kace's shoulder. “So... Those are the only openings you could find today, huh?” Likewise, Kace's teasing demeanour also faded, shifting instead into concern. “Look... I know you're not big on 'people'-y jobs.” “Kace, I-” “And I can't blame you. People are dicks.” “Kace-” “Don't worry, I'll find us something else and-” “KACE!” Though Ian's 'raised voice' was little more than speaking slightly above inside-voice levels, to Kace it was as if a screamo-metal rave was taking place in their tiny living room. Ian never yelled. EVER. To call this a cause for concern would be the understatement of the year. “It's okay. I'll do it. Just get me the application form.” “No. You don't have to do some job you hate. There are always other options.” “Like what? Calling up Mom? Again?” “Well...” “C'mon Kace, she's helped out too much already.” It was true. Since the day they'd rented that sardine-tin apartment, Ian's mother had practically shouldered all their living costs. She didn't mind, all she cared about was that her son found 'a nice young man to settle down with.' Besides, she'd joke, with him majoring in nursing, he'd be paying her back in spades anyways when she got 'so damned old I can't find my teeth no more!' Yea... Clearly Ian didn't inherit his shyness from his mom's side of the family. Anyways, the point was that even though she didn't mind, Ian sure as hell did. Kace sighed. Getting that guy to take a helping hand was akin to trying to bathe a cat. “Look... Just think about it, okay? We don't have to decide tonight.” Ian sighed. Though disappointed, his smarts overruled his emotion. There was no way he could rationally argue with Kace's suggestion. “Fine,” He acquiesced. “I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything. Now...” Ian paused. He needed something to occupy his mind, any menial task would do. “Would you like some supper?” “Dude. It's 4:30.” Ian's baby blues crashed, falling to look at an incredibly fascinating spot of brown carpet. “So yea!” Kace laughed, delivering a playful and (unintentionally) painful slap to Ian's back. Baby blues have just taken liftoff, I repeat, baby blues have just taken liftoff. “You're sure? I don't want you just to do this because of me-” “Ian. I'm. Hungry.” “As long as you're certain-EEP!” Why the 'eep,' you ask? Good question. In case you hadn't already guessed, Ian was rather the quiet type. He was lucky that he made all those (in Kace's opinion) adorable faces whenever they fooled around, because there were mutes who made more sound during intercourse. A good thing Kace, despite his large appetite for such activities, was fairly vanilla, because gagging Ian wouldn't have changed a thing in terms of the, ahem, 'auditory' stimulation. No, the only way, to the best of Kace's knowledge anyway, was to catch the guy by surprise. So, the second he stood up, SWHACK came a second slap! Only this one was a wee bit lower than the shoulder, let's put it that way. “Damn! Bounce quarters off that thing!” Kace hooted, counting not one, not two, but five ripples in Ian's butt before it finally settled back from extremely bouncy to its regular bouncy state. The display was made easily visible courtesy to a pair of bright blue short shorts. Really, the only reason Ian wore them was because they came free with his last photoshoot, and they couldn't afford to waste. Well that and he knew how much Kace loved it (though not as much as the complimentary Speedo, but that;s a story for another time). “I know,” Ian sighed, arching an eyebrow as a lazy smile spread across his lips. “You have. I've still got the bruises.” “Come on man,” Kace laughed, calling out to Ian as he scampered off to the kitchen. “It was only one!” “One quarter my ass.” Dinner was, as usual, a budget feast of tuna melts and baked beans. Protein, fat, and carbs, Kace would say. You couldn't go wrong with that! Even if it was plain. Even if they'd had it every night for the past week. Even if- A piano solo blasted from Ian's shirt pocket, snapping both parties out of their daydreaming fugue. Not any piano solo, however, no, his ringtone was the opening to Kace's latest, greatest piece. A little something to remind them of what all this was for in the first place. Ian swallowed his mouthful, fully prepared to hit decline.... That was until he got a good look at the caller ID. “Ah, sorry, I gotta take this one,” Ian said, leaving Kace alone with nothing but a half-eaten tuna melt for company as he made a hasty exit, not just out of the kitchen but out of the apartment altogether, off to pace the corridors in some conversation unknown. That... Wasn't like Ian. Like, at all. Running off like that, hiding conversations... It wasn't cheating, Kace knew that much. His boyfriend barely had enough extroversion to flirt with him, let alone a random stranger. Besides, the guy was paranoid about STDs and all that jazz (majoring in nursing can do that to a person). But, if not that, the question still remained: what was wrong? Whatever the problem was, Kace thought, sipping the last of his beer, he'd gently confront Ian with it that night. After all, their relationship was one constructed of trust. Whatever was bothering Ian, he could talk about it! Little did he know that Ian, who'd just hung up after insisting on consulting Kace before entering any 'binding contracts' was about to do the same thing. “Ian, are you-” “Uhm, so I-” The pair stopped. Tried again. Stopped again. It seemed every time one opened his mouth to speak, the other chose that moment to do the same, sending them into a hopeless cycle of cutting each other off. Alas, one of the few disadvantages of always travelling the wavelength as your partner. Though mildly infuriating, it did serve to ease off a good chunk of the tension, and by the end the two were deliberately cutting themselves off just for the joke of it. “So,” Kace said, finally getting out in front. “I was going to ask... But I feel you've been trying to tell me for the past five minutes.” “How did you ever guess? Hah, yea, it's... It's Jonathan!” “Jonathan? That's great news!” “Not quite... You see he said he was looking for a-” Why, might you ask, is that great news? Here's a hint: it has something to do with those short shorts hugging Ian's bubble-for-a-butt backside. Jonathan had been taking pictures since before the dinosaurs went extinct. Okay, maaaybe not quite that long. Let's just say he'd been at it long enough to to take maternity pictures for Kace's mom. Kace, who was now twenty. The pictures Jonathan specialized in though... Well, they weren't exactly white-bread pregnancy fare. And he wasn't interested in Kace. Don't be mistaken, he did not find him an unattractive man. Standing 5'8, 165 pounds, with a surfer dude mop of hair and deep brown eyes, the guy was nothing to sniff at. But Kace wasn't exactly what he (or, more accurately) his customers, were interested in. A bit too muscular. A bit too intimidating. A bit too, as one client put it 'top-ish.' They weren't looking for tall , dark and handsome. No, what they wanted was limber, lithe, and boyish. And that's where Ian came into play. With only his height (5'6) and measurements alone, most people would've assumed they belonged to a woman. But anyone who saw him knew better. He looked effeminate in the way only a man could. He was, as Jonathan put it, a- “-Twink. He said he was looking for a twink.” “Uh. Yea. And I think he found one,” Kace said matter-of-factly, giving his boyfriend a painfully obvious glance up and down (especially down). “So, what's he got you modelling this time? Bike shorts? Boxers? Speedos? Hmm, yea, I hope it's Speedos.” “No, it's... It's not anything.” “What? It's gotta be something! Come on, I won't bite! Now spill.” “No, Kace, that's what I mean. It's nothing. At least for a couple shots anyway.” “Ohhh!” The brunette's eyes lit up, finally grasping what Ian was too shy to simply say straight. “That all? Look, Ian, I know how Jonathan works. Private clients with private requests desiring pictures for private use. Like, maybe five people will ever see it at max. I'm not telling you to do it if you're uncomfortable, just... Don't start worrying I'm going to get all jealous or something. The only way you're gonna make me mad is if I don't get a peek at those sweets pics of yours.” Kace winked, leaning in for a kiss... But Ian pulled away. “That... That isn't all. I'm... This isn't a solo shoot.” “Oh...” He said again, more hesitantly that time around. “Yea....” “Well...” Kace continued, trying to keep the conversation moving forwards. “What does he want you to do? For the shoot, I mean.” “Sort of a plotline, actually. Basically, an, uhm, older black... Gentleman seducing a....” Ian reddened, unsure if he wanted to quote Jonathan on the next part. “ 'Soft white twink'.' B-But there's no...” “Sex?” “Yea, that.” “You can use the word sex, you know,” Kace laughed, trying to lighten the mood by, as he loved to do, teasing his boyfriend's 'fragile constitution.' “I mean, with how much we-” “He said,” Ian interrupted, eager to nip THAT little tangent in the bud. “He wants some close contact. Not heavy petting or anything, just...” “Regular petting?” The taller of the two joked. “You could call it that... I guess.” “You should do it.” “Huh?” “Yea, if you want to, go for it,” Kace shrugged. “Are you sure?” “Well, I mean, it's not like you're going to be fucking the guy or something.” “I-” “Right, sorry, 'engaging in intercourse,' is what I meant to say. Still, I'd prefer to look in on it myself too, just in case... Y'know... But if you can't do it with-” “Kace,” Ian said, putting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder (made somewhat comical by their differing heights). “You being there is the only way I think I CAN do this.” Kace ended up being the one to send Jonathan the final okay, Ian taking off to do whatever he did when he felt embarrassed (which, let's be real, was probably holing up in the university library with a med textbook). When he arrived back some three hours later, he opened the door to find- “Hey, 'Rustic country lodging suite with fishing lake and complimentary fresh English breakfast,' or 'Roomy accommodations with...' Huh. Says here 'Nautical feel?'” “What?” Ian asked, baffled as he stepped into the kitchen, revealing Kace clicking feverishly on his old brick of a laptop. “What are you-” “Bed and Breakfasts. See anything you like, just shout. Oh! 'Chic, modern rooms a stone's throw away from the city's premiere entertainment venues?' Sounds like clubbing to me! And I don't know about you, but that's right up my alley! There's also-” “And why exactly are we looking at BnBs?” “Uh, for your shoot of course. Duh.” “My shoot is at three in the afternoon, right?” “Yea. Hey, this one has a pool! All these things used to have was, I don't know, a bed and a breakfast,” Kace responded, only half listening. “...And the studio is only an hour out of the city, correct?” “Yup. Say, which would you prefer: a circular room with square windows or a square room with circular windows?” “I'd prefer to know why it is you think we need a Bed and Breakfast for a one-day job.” “Need? No, we don't need it. But it'll be fun.” “And how are we planning to pay for this?” Ian asked, gesturing to the burnt out lightbulbs gone months without replacing. “....The shoot,” Kace responded, as if being forced to explain the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, all 250 dollars of it.” “Two hundred and, hah! 250?” He laughed, slapping the table with nearly enough intensity to send the laptop barrel-rolling to the tiled flooring. “Ian, it's 250 per HOUR! It's an eight hour shoot! Haha! I'm supposed to be the dumb one in this relationship remember?” “You're not dumb,” Ian said, registering the need to assure his boyfriend before the first part of what was said sunk in. “Wait. Per hour?” “Yep! Bet you're glad I read the fine print, huh? I-oh!” Something rare had just happened. No, it wasn't the couple embracing, that was a daily (practically hourly) activity. The oddity at hand here was who was embracing who. Kace always played 'offensive,' as it were, both inside and outside the bedroom, Ian fair better suited to being on the receiving end. Yet, Kace now found himself pinned to his chair by a pair of thin, smooth arms leaning over him from behind. “Thank you...” Ian whispered. To Kace, it was just money. But to Ian, he knew it was a big deal. Something he wouldn't have to take from his mother or put himself deeper into the indentured servitude that was student loans. He'd always been the type to try to earn his keep. Unemployment was tough on him. Finally, he could go to bed without feeling guilty, like a mooch. “No...” Kace corrected. “Thank YOU. Now...” He continued, once the pair had enjoyed a couple minutes of comfortable, intimate silence. “You. Me. Six pack in the fridge.” “Huh?” “Dude! We're celebrating!” They had a wild night. And by wild, I mean Ian drank three-quarters of his bottle instead of the usual one half. “Lightweight,” Kace teased, draining the dregs from his third bottle. “Well, we can't all be fat like you,” Ian replied, having consumed just enough alcohol to allow him to make playful jabs. “Hey!” Kace said, pulling up his shirt to reveal a very different kind of six pack. “This look like flab to you?” “Hmm. I think I'll need to get a feel of it myself before I can make any final conclusions.” Ian? Flirting? Was... Was he somehow sloshed already? There was no way he'd- “But... I shouldn't. You're clearly intoxicated. It would be taking advantage of a vulnerable situation.” And there was the Ian that Kace knew. “You can take advantage, I don't mind!” Ian sighed. “Yes, that is what a drunk person would say.” “Dude! Watch!” Kace whined, performing the finger-to-nose sobriety test. Alas, he missed the dead centre, falling slightly closer to the left nostril than the right. For most people, that would've been more than enough to prove that one was still overall competent. But, in case you haven't already guessed, Ian wasn't most people. “See! Sober! S-O-B-E-R! Mostly.” “Alright. Look, it's getting late. I need-” “Your beauty sleep.” “-My rest or I'll be too tired to get anything done tomorrow. My courseload isn't going to review itself.” “But-” “And if you still feel this way in the morning, we'll do something about it then, promise. “Pinky swear?” “Make yourself a cup of coffee.” Kace made something between a grumble and a laugh. It was a strange sound, and one he'd only started producing after dating Ian. That guy could be so risk-averse that he made one want to throttle and protect him at the same time. Basically, the kind of frustrating one can't help but love. That's why, after being left alone with his thoughts (for Ian was readying for bed, no doubt flossing his teeth and cleaning under each nail), Kace found something that just didn't seem quite right. With a payout of 2000 dollars, it made total sense why Ian would swallow his nerves and get in front of the lens. But... When he made the decision, he thought he was only getting 250... Kace shrugged. Maybe Ian was right. Maybe he really was drunk. Now I know you're probably all on the edge of your seats right now. Did he or did he not live up to his promise to Kace the next morning? Well, I assure you, he did. For four hours straight, as a matter of fact. Ian could still... Sort of stand afterwards? But it was a good thing they hadn't done the deed the day of the shoot, or else the poor man might've needed a walker just to get around the set! To Be Continued.... (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! I'm new to this site so I don't know if these are customary, so I'll attach one here in the first part and no more after. The story you are reading is a commissioned piece, and my buyer suggested I post it here. The story is currently complete, and per their request, I will be releasing it in parts. I am a female writer, so I apologize if sometimes my portrayal of the male homosexual experience comes across as 'off.' I hope you can enjoy regardless!)

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