Gage | Part 5 Final Chapter: Hardened - Odd Boi - Odd Boi

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Welcome to Odd Boy, true tales and real gay stories of someone
just like you. Well, maybe just a little more
odd. Oh yeah, I'm gay as fuck.
Now where was I? Odd boy part 5 gauge final

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chapter. Sorry, sorry to keep you
waiting, sorry to keep you on the edge, but really, what is
there to say? What do you say when there isn't
in fact, anything you can say? Times in life can get tough and

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no words are going to magically heal the late rent the broken
promise, the choice or action made in the heat of a moment.
Emotions are fickle, fleeting, achemical reaction produced by
our bodies to supply our brain with a carnal reaction written

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into our DNA in every fiber and nerve ending to only have our
human experience. I, for one, love the trials life
can swing at me, but I didn't always.
I used to shut down, seize up, or react in the worst, most

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chaotic of ways. Why make mountains out of
molehills? One could ask.
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why does sex feel so good with the right person or persons and
less so with others? It's all about how you got

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there. And what conditions you put
yourself or others in. To live a situation where
nothing at all can be said, whatever the issue is, whatever
problem you face, you must in fact face it.
How that's done is completely upto you, and how you choose to

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react is completely on your terms.
You can choose to be, dare I say, dramatic, or you can harden
and step into the task at hand. Say fuck it or fuck them,
sometimes literally and you can take what I say with a grain of
salt but from what I've learned calm, coolness and with a clear

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plan and path gives 1 the best results no matter what or who
comes your way. Now where was I?
Gage and Trent, unknown to them,had just let slip the fact this
had all been a premeditated night, a rendezvous at Tu Brute

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if you will, and I had gotten caught up in the what ifs them
the moment. But I was about to turn the
tables. If this was the game we were
playing, I was about to show them how it was done.
But in that bathroom, in that moment, I was not quite so
hardened. All night, I felt it.

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I felt the build up, I felt the weird connection, I felt the
deception. And instead I stuffed it down
counter to everything I ever stood for.
I let myself be led to this place abandoned and stuck.
I wanted this, asked for this. I wanted to be with Gage, then

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Trent. I wanted to believe it was an
organic happenstance. Maybe Gage was feeling what I
was. But Even so, an innocent chat
with a cute guy I thought I wasn't good enough for had used
me. The bar showing up late, Trent
being flirty and shirtless, The car swap, the shots coming home

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early. Not a perfect impromptu coastal
rendezvous. I was lied to and now I was
about to have to walk back into a room where these two guys had
just made me feel euphoria and pretend I didn't hear a thing.

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Then just to meet someone else they wanted to share my naivety
with. To continue what?
Using me? I was stuck.
I knew what this was. This wasn't forever.
This was a night, a hookup, A hornfully induced best case

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scenario to an evening in my head.
What hurt was the lie? A forbidden fruit, a night
concocted and done God knows howmany times before with these
two, this exact thing with some other blindsided person they
were lying to and more to come apparently.

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I wasn't special, I wasn't anything to these two, just
another hole, a notch, a tick mark.
I had gotten up and was walking around the small bathroom, now
feeling more like a jail cell, the red colour draining from my
eyesight as adrenaline kicked in.

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The white walls and cold tile became almost painful.
I could feel my eyes strain and my feet tangle through the
numbness. My bare body shivered, my flight
response in full swing. I checked my phone. 430 the I
swear it was 6:00 AM. Is the clock in the other?

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Whatever another lie, now I was going to need to be with them
even longer, My body tired from the hours of sweaty, rough sex
and realized I had four to God knows how many more hours ahead
of me. I looked at myself in the
mirror, my eyes a little sunken and tired looking from the

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drinking and no sleep. I splashed water on my face
again, trying to not be vain in this moment of crisis, and
suddenly something entered my head.
An idea. They had said something and it
just now clicked. Josh.
Josh would be here shortly. I didn't know the dynamic.

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I didn't know how these three were going to use and navigate,
well, me. But I didn't know one thing.
They were iffy about him. They considered him selfish, but
still an asset, and if he was close by, he was probably

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online. Wait a minute, at hadn't I?
I grabbed my phone. I tapped the yellow mask, which
at this moment looked at me likeit too was mocking me.
The familiar trill plunked a fewtimes, but I didn't care to see
the other hopeless night owls who were quote looking.

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Opening my messages, I scrolled once with my thumb and sure
enough, there he was. Josh.
Well, at least a Josh. To confirm.
I went to the main screen and every boy in his perfect Brady
Bunch box, torso blank and yearning face alike, was there.

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And there he was, 2 miles away. I refreshed, and the boy with a
stubbled beard and a wide smile inched foot by foot closer.
So I had to try. I didn't hesitate.
I didn't know what I was doing, but I wanted to let him know why

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that was. I didn't know I wanted.
I wasn't sure what I wanted. Sure he was out the window.
All that was left was Hail Marys.
I typed. Hey, so guessing you're the Josh
who I'm about to meet with your buds favour, would you maybe

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meet me at the bottom of the stairs and not let them know
you're here? I'd appreciate it.
Maybe we just chat before thingsgo down.
I waited. If he was driving I probably
wouldn't get a response. Plus, he probably already have
texted them. He was here before he would
reply to me. Oh for fuck's sake.

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It may not even be him. I was presuming a lot, a lot for
someone who was so wrong about all of tonight.
But I am vastly aware every group of friends has that one.
We still love them, but we wish they would.
Just sometimes not whatever thatmeans to you.

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The one that is different, the one that is there out of
obligation or black of choice, or just because.
Gage called out suddenly throughthe door.
It startled me and I skid back afoot, clenching the tile.
He was directly on the other side.

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Hey, just checking, no rush. He opened the door a crack.
You OK? No I'm not OK, but why not?
Why was I even pissed? I wanted this.
Oh this was stupid, get over it.Just enjoy the fact you have
this hot guy guys giving you pleasure you haven't had in what

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feels like a millennia. He was smiling again, his
reflection bouncing in the mirror by the sink.
He looked up at me and then down, seeing the towel.
I snapped out of it, a sudden acceptance coming over me.
No, I'm good. I just suddenly felt a little

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like I maybe needed to gauge inserted throw up.
No, no other. Oh, he realized.
Like I said, take your time. You're good.
Josh, in theory should be here soon, but you're just fine.
Babe. Babe, don't call me babe.

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OK, cool. I might hop back in the shower a
second to warm up again though. I think I'm good, but I'll be
back there in a few. He nodded and walked in the
door, the coolness of fresh air gusting over my damp skin,
making me shiver like I had been10 minutes ago when he was deep

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inside me. He patted toward me, him in all
his glory. I could see his half mast cock
pricking again. He wanted me, something inside
of me wanted him too. I felt myself lean into that
again, into him, my whole whimpering for more.

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You know. He said, coming toward me then
placing his arms around me, giving me a hug.
This has honestly been super funtonight.
I'm really kind of. He paused, thinking.
If you were wanting, we should definitely grab breakfast after

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this. I want to get to know you more.
You're the kind of guy I can seemyself with.
My heart fluttered. Fuck, can I trust this?
I don't even know what's real anymore.
This could be gaslighting at itsfinest.

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This could be him opening up in a quiet moment, alone with true
feelings. The look in his eyes were the
same as they were gazing into them at the bar when he was
playing Thai ping pong and an hour ago on that bed, staring
into my soul, passionate with noinhibition, his heart barreling

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through a sensuous moment. Granted, without having had a
conversation or being in a consenting relational situation.
Can you trust someone's gaze when their best friend is balls
deep inside you, pounding your used wet hole mercilessly?
Who's to say? I nodded and smiled.

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He laughed and kissed me. It felt good, I won't lie, no
matter how much I didn't want itto.
I can't wait to feel inside you again, baby.
You're. So good, but take your time, See
you in a bit. And with that, he smirked again

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and closed the door. And I turned on the hot water,
removed the towel, checked my phone again to see if there was
a response. Nothing.
So I stepped into the cascade ofwater and steam slunk down onto
the wet floor and just let the water hit me.

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Submitting. I dried off after sitting in my
conflicted feelings for longer than I should have for a very
well sexed person about to get even more pleasure than some
people get in a lifetime. Poor me.
Quietly, I made my way out of the white tiled jail cell into

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the hallway, the cold tile stillcontinuing its onslaught on my
bare feet. It was dark, no windows, I heard
no voices from the door where they were waiting.
A couple bottle tanks sounded, maybe of them continuing
drinking perhaps. The music thumped softly from
the cracked doorway, the coloured lights emanating from

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the opening casting colourful shadows on the walls of the long
corridor. You know what I thought?
Just give up hell, huff more poppers, give in to the game,
let yourself unrealize a fantasyand let the carnal take over.

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It just didn't matter then. I thought I had imagined it, but
it did it again. My phone.
It vibrated in my hand, the little mask icon bright on the
screen next to an oh hey, yeah that's me.

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And then followed by a second message.
Sure, I'll presume doors open, See you there.
As if I were on a punked esque Truman style horror drama.
A Creek from the floor above sounded, a few small thunks to
the ground, indicating shoes were being placed with the

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others. Then timid steps of feet on the
stairs in slow quiet rhythm, suddenly aware I'm in a towel,
hair matted and unkept and looking like an extra on The
Walking Dead about to meet some guy, I got self-conscious.
I quickly and quietly hoofed it down the hall, hoping he would

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stay quiet. A silhouette appeared from the
bottom up. He took each stair with careful
purpose the closer he got towardthe bottom, like he already knew
the atmosphere. Josh.
It took me aback. I remembered his profile photo.
He looked normal, nothing bad, cute even, but it didn't do him

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justice. He wasn't just handsome, he was
heat held in check by a large frame of at least 6 foot 2 and
amazing dark, longer shagged hair with a curl that hung past
his ears and a light stubbled beard paired with piercing green

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eyes that almost lit up in the darkness.
He stopped one step above the floor, one arm braced against
the frame above like he might have to catch himself.
He was tall. He leaned forward farther, his
eyes caught and held mine, longer than polite, deeper than

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was it safe. Hey, he said calmly, quietly.
Thank God. Hey.
I rebutted, probably more harsh than intended.
We had messaged the day before, flirted, played the dance of

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maybe, but I technically ghostedhim.
Well, rather, Gage had intercepted.
Now we were in the same storyline again, only this time
I guess I didn't have to follow someone else's script if I

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played my cards right. He came down the last step and
walked to me. He took his hand and placed it
on my bare shoulder and rubbed his thumb twice like he was
testing if I was real. I wasn't sure in the dim light,
but this man was farther out of my league than I had thought

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Gage to be. The hand trailed down my arm,
hand grazing through mine, not by accident.
Fingers lingered. I took note he smelt like rain
and worn leather. It was really good, you look
even better in person. He said, bending over to my ear,

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voice in a low intimate whisper.I was having a hard time
processing his words because in reality I knew I looked awful.
He was just being polite, but I was more entranced by his broad
shoulders and stature. A jaw for days, and that dark

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stubble I was wishing was pressed firmly elsewhere.
He was quite a bit taller than me.
I tried not to be intimidated. Snapping out of it, I signalled
to step to the side room. It was empty, with nothing but a
few boxes and a spare bed frame.I shut the door.

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So you always show up to things late like this?
I asked quietly, teasing only tothings worth showing up for.
He pointed toward me. He laughed.
I blushed, then, quieter. So what's going on?
He asked. What are you wanting to chat

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about? Are you OK?
I wished I'd stop getting asked that.
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just. I was trying to figure out a
streamlined version of what to say.
He added that I get it, truly, if you don't want me here, I
can. Oh no, no, no, no, no.

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Realizing that was loud, I quieted again.
Let me ask this, I have been having a great night, I really
have. I very much was excited to get
you here. I'm sure they gave you the
rundown. I'm, well, we'll just call it a

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slut for time's sake. He laughed silently.
Not those words were used, exactly.
I honestly find it really hot and I'm actually really pent up,
so I was looking forward to getting here as soon as I could.
But if sex isn't the problem? He shrugged.

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Ball was in my court. Fair, I guess there isn't an
easy way to explain. I'm just putting all it all
together. I heard something I don't think
I should have. I'm not the first.
They've asked you to come. Fuck, am I?

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Josh looked at me for a second, pulled on his Plaid flannel a
little, a few of the water droplets from the misting rain
still present. No, by that I mean, yeah, they
probably do this weekly, he answered.
In fact, I was you once with Gage and his ex, and they called

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Trent, so I don't want to lie toyou.
This is sort of their game, and now I feel bad.
So it was confirmed everything in one sentence, he continued.
I think I may have been the lastone.
They all sort of. He looked like he was suddenly

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lost for words. I offered invited over.
Yeah, when Gage was still datingthat ass hat after he split up,
I sort of took any chance I got to play together with Gage.
I sort of used to be in love with him, but not at any.

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He paused, then laughed a littleand rubbed his nose, realizing
he was unloading his personal baggage on a stranger.
Anyway, I hate bottoming now. He laughed at that.
I sort of used to be self-conscious about hurting

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people with and. He indicated below his waist.
But I've kind of gotten over it and I'm just more specific in
who I play with. Trent knows that, so he'll text
me when he finds someone. Well, Someone Like You.

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The flame lit inside him, but italso doused.
Sorry, I know kind of exactly how that feels.
Wait, so you texted? Is this why you were wanting to
chat, just to ask or are you done?
Like, what's up? I shook my head.

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I'm not sure I'm. I signaled to sit behind a pile
of boxes. He complied and we clunked to
the ground and slid our backs against the wall.
The room was cold and I was embarrassed being just in a
towel having this conversation and fussed with it, bringing it
more over my body. I shivered a little and as I

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began explaining the night in speedy detail, Josh removed his
flannel, exposing his homemade tank from an old red Hanes
T-shirt and draped it over me. I had wondered how pitiful I
looked to signal that move, but I didn't complain.

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His arms were large and toned, both gauges and trench combined.
This man was a brick house. I was stunned.
He slipped his collar around my neck and gave my arms a few
quick rubs. He didn't speak on it, even when

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I paused. He he just looked at me intently
caring, was concerned about whatI was saying, listened as I gave
the small bullet points quickly.You could feel the clock
ticking. They would come looking sooner
or later. I explained how I realized I was

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duped after Gage made me feel like I was something special.
Tonight. The switching of keys coming to
Trent's and Trent coming home early and how they both were
kind of blowing my mind with howgood the sex was, how excited I
was to add him and how deflated I was knowing how.

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I hate being lied to but I feel ridiculous because this all
means nothing. But now I'm sort of stuck.
Literally. I could tell he understood every
word. He grabbed my hand.
Tell me, did Gage tell you? You're kind of the guy I can see

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myself with. I almost laughed.
He just did. I think he probably noticed my
change in demeanour and wanted to try and reel me back in.
Is that his usual line? Well the fact I've heard him say
it just a couple weeks ago to the last one, and to me the week

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after his breakup, I'd say it's pretty common vernacular for
him. God, I've known this is shitty,
but now I sort of hate all of this.
What are we doing? I just sat there impressed.
For one, he'd use the word vernacular and also impressed he

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was truthful. An extensive vocabulary can be
exhaustive for a litany of persons and honesty in tandem.
A complete bore for most. But for me, nothing could be
more of a fucking turn on. He scooted closer than asked.

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So what do you want? I did come ready to fuck you
senseless, I'm not going to lie,but now I'm not so sure.
Like I should, should I? I shouldn't.
I can just tell you're one of the good guys a little.

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He faltered, not wanting to offend.
Odd. I offered.
He laughed. Yeah.
Maybe, but the best kind of odd.I want you having a good time.
So what does that look like for you right now?

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I looked him in the face. I saw him smiling.
Gage, who had been smirking his perfect fucking smirk all night,
couldn't hold a candle to Josh'ssmile right now.
There was genuine kindness. A furrow of concern graced his
eyebrows and those eyes holding an anticipation, A longing

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attention. I could feel him undressing
well, removing the towel with his eyes, imagining what he
wants to be doing, but he wasn'tacting on it.
Not pulling my chair in toward him to make softcore porn in
public. Locking legs with me, making out

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in the rain, pressing his hard on against me, pushing poppers
to my nose to open me up more, grabbing my hips to thrust
harder so he could get deeper than deep.
No, none of that. He was asking me what I wanted.

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That did it. I leaned close, close enough
that that buzz filled my skin, our body heat drifting between
us, a kindred spirit of this basement, of this script that
Gage and Trent played out. I laid my head on his shoulder.

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Is this OK? I asked.
He nodded. It's nice, he whispered.
Tell me 3 things, I said. Then I'll tell you what I want.
A game, he said. We do.
We even have time? We will if you don't ask
questions. All right, ask away.

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I'm an open book. I lifted my head from his
shoulder and looked at him. What's your favorite film and
why? He thought for a second, then
gave a surprising answer. 10 things I hate about you.
Interesting choice. Was not expecting that.

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OK, why? He thought again for a second
and another chuckle left his lips.
Because the entire time she's fighting something she actually
wants or isn't aware that she wants until she receives more
information. And it's palpable to watch that

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journey, like even after it all blows up.
And we know it's going to be fine in the end.
But he's something she never expected.
Oil and water. But sometimes it just takes a
whole lot of shaking up to combine into one, you know?
I mean, bonus Heath Ledger. RIP that haughty.

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But the fact is, Taming of the Shrew is super fun.
I love Shakespeare. I'm not sure I've ever admitted
that to anyone, ever, come to think of it.
I held still and smiled at him. My hormones were dancing in a

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different way with him. Everything he was saying was
insightful, real. I didn't question.
This wasn't the game from earlier with Gage.
This was conversation. He cleared his throat, I think
realizing I was staring and he was offering a lot of personal

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stuff again, which he wasn't used to, I could tell.
Was that good enough or it was perfect?
Too perfect. If I'm actually honest, I'm
super turned on by that answer. If you want a truthful
overshare. I could feel his body lighten

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and tense in the pang of yearning.
Oh. Though now I guess it's awkward
to say I'm glad, but I, I'm glad.
No, no, you can be glad. Second question, you ordered
your favorite meal and an alcoholic drink at a restaurant

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that serves anything? What's the food, what's the
beverage, and who serves it to you?
This can be anyone, dead or alive.
Oh, easy. He claps back.
Chicken wings and mashed potatoes, tequila, soda and
lime. Obvious go to.

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And he paused. I don't know who.
Now this feels like a trick question.
I jabbed his side. I realized I was far too close
for knowing him. All of four minutes of soul
bearing. I faced him head on.
No, no, no trick. More just inciting.

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If you pick someone hot or smartor inspiring or whoever, it's
pretty surface, but can say a lot depending.
Well, would you bring it to me? I'd share it with you, if that's
any consolation. You sort of fit all that
criteria. Smart, I thought.

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I'll take that answer gladly. Maybe he was playing a game.
I touched his thigh, rubbing my hand down it and back up.
He glanced down like I had frozen him.
His eyes peaked up at mine, staring at him, then back to the
hand. He grabbed it and held it,

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thinking back. I had done what Gage had done to
me earlier at the bar, and I didn't want to play games
anymore. I wanted to be real as fast as
possible. Sorry, was that OK?
He chuckled again. Yeah, it's OK, you know you can

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touch me. I was literally about to
rearrange your insides. I think you're allowed to touch
my leg and probably whatever youlike.
I withheld a large surge of desire to straddle him in that
moment, as well as a laugh, choking it down.
OK, Fairpoint. So on that third question, what

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do we do about this here and now?
I am so sorry I didn't respond earlier.
I'm a little embarrassed now. If I'd known you'd be you.
I said, gesturing to all of him.He smirked.
Well, what would you have? Done, I decided to take him up

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on his offer. I ran my hand across his chest.
He was warm, almost sweating, and I felt the droplets cling to
the inside of his red tank. It felt like I was dreaming.
As my fingertips dipped across him, I felt his heartbeat.
It was fast, this man of all men, chatting with me in a dark

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room. It felt absurd.
He had to think I was nuts. This wasn't normal.
I realized it and got uncomfortable.
I shifted. I said it would have been a very
different night. Not better per SE, just
different. I suppose I do have to ask.

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How much do you want to do this right now?
He looked at me. He looked unsure how to answer,
and then he looked toward the door, then grinned.
You owe them nothing. I'm, I, honestly, I'm really
attracted to you. I'm stimulated mentally.

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You are different, and they say that like, so much.
In the best way, honestly. So yeah, I would love to take
you down that hall and do even 1/4 of the things Trent was
suggesting when he texted me. I'd be quite happy about it.
But now it's. He paused briefly, almost not

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wanting to say it. We could go to my place, would
you wanna? He nodded in his head,
implicating getting out of here would sort of just solve
everything. A fire lit in me and the cogs in
my head started playing once more.
I figured it out. Josh was a finisher, A doer, and

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threw a crack in the door that he'd even let me know.
Unknown to them, he would try and take me just for him.
Was it bad? In that moment, I was
contemplating leaving with him. I suddenly wanted him more than
I had even gauge earlier in the bar. more than I wanted Trent to
push himself and tonight's unleashings deeper and deeper

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into me. I was ready to let him have me.
I was hesitant though. What could I trust?
What if all of this was part of their plan?
What if their ears were pressed on the door?
Right now? They're Dicks too.
Rock hard listening all of this part of the premeditated
checklist they take each week. But I think I had no other

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choice. And given the options, Josh was
not a bad one. He was going to be the thing
that got me through and maybe Get Me Out, but maybe with some
revenge, yeah? I blurted, then realized it was
too loud. We will, I, I definitely want to

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leave with you, just I couldn't find the words.
He nodded understanding, smiled,and I could tell he realized how
his night was going to go. He reached out and kissed me.
His lips were soft against the gentle prick of his stubble.
His hands grabbed my jaw, they were calloused and strong, but

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his touch was gentle, almost like I was precious.
He pulled back and looked at me,his finger grazed my cheekbone.
I licked my lips and felt myselfflushing.
Damn, I thought I hadn't been kissed all night.
But not like that. But I continued, barely able to

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form words or thoughts. Maybe we don't leave just yet,
no? He questioned.
I want something else first. So you have no reason to help
me. You don't even know me, but I.
I leaned in, then straddled him,throwing my left leg across him

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and throwing off my towel and his flannel, burying myself to
him, his cock pressing firmly through the bulge of his pants.
I could actually feel him growing.
I wanted him to see me, make sure he did want me.
I leaned to his cheek and kissedits warmth, and then closer to

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his lips. We hovered, breathing.
My eyes fell to his mouth, His dropped to my neck, that
magnetic pole between kisses. He said we have time.
If we're leaving anyway, wouldn't hurt to say goodbye.

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I can be kind to them, after all, we're friends.
Let them have one last go, get you ready for me.
It might need to happen because I can tell you're tight.
I laughed. That's assumptive, but I guess
you'll find out. So you want to play their game?

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I asked. No, he said abruptly, and I was
confused. But then he added, I want to
ruin it, and I think I have an idea.
I smiled big at that. I could already tell I liked
Josh. We creaked open the door slowly,

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but we didn't enter tentatively.Look who I found, I said.
Inside, the lights were dimmer now, somehow lower than before,
like the room had leaned into its own intentions.
Trent was lounging on the mattress, his back on the
pillows scattered along the wall, his soft cock dangling
long and tantalizing, now perking.

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Gage stood at the foot of the bed, still naked and perking,
now himself, holding that brown bottle again.
His smirk was the same as earlier, except now there was a
flicker of confusion. He immediately took a glance
again at his phone, I assume since Josh hadn't texted him, he
was there wondering if he'd missed it.

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Point for Josh. He was telling the truth, I
think. Well, surprise, surprise,
finally. Trent said, licking his bottom
lip. You get lost.
Josh didn't respond. He didn't have to.
He was already in motion, guiding me gently but firmly
toward the bed. Not pushing, just leading.

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I didn't look at Gage or Trent, I looked at him.
The weight of his hand on the small of my back said more to my
soul than any of the other touchings that have happened all
evening. Did that misleading cause me
intense pleasure? Yeah.
Did that matter now? No, not when I knew the actual

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game. So who's first?
Gage asked, voice cocky, breath catching just slightly, I think
implying it should be him. Josh stood in front of me then
backed up. Some looked at me briefly to
make sure I was still cool and Inodded.
He said. I think I need to shower quick,

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so you guys have a few minutes with our guest of honour while I
freshen up Cool? He asked, a coy grin covered his
face. His eyes met mine again, reading
if I was changing my mind. I could almost hear his
thoughts. I could feel his emotion, an
outpouring of protective caring.Trent leapt up.

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Fuck yeah, let me back in that ass.
I'll get you nice and ready. I have another load begging to
meet the others, so better hurryso I can Lube you up for him.
I laid on my back as Trent and Gage came at me from both sides.
Their mouths moved up my body from my pelvis to my ABS.
Trent enveloped my cock with hismouth, the pre cum pouring out

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of me. The last five minutes had left
me getting pent up from conversing with Josh and their
mouths were milking a waterfall out of me.
He gave a few deep dives down tothe back of his throat and
sucked hard as he came up. Damn, he said his lower jaw tot.

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Gage moved around to my head andI saw him opening the bottle
that was going to send me away. Trent lifted my legs and spread
me and leaned in spitting forcefully on my whole fuck that
was so much pre come. Oh I don't even need Lube now.
He said looking down at me with a wide smile.

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Gage reached across me and spread Trent spit in my liquid
around my rim, gently pushing 2 fingers inside.
He moaned, as did I, then gave me a quick spank.
My eyes met the doorway where Josh was still standing, not

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having left the room yet. He leaned, removing his last
sock and tossed it. He straightened up, arm bent
against the frame effortlessly. This man looked so handsome and
in this basement, in this moment, sad.
He was smiling though. A ruse.

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I locked eyes and winked at him.He smiled harder, he understood
and the blackness that was the hallway took him away from me.
Funny because my nose suddenly felt the cool Press of glass and
the pinch of a nostril ready to be taken away.

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Breathe deep baby, so we can make you happy again.
I complied. The tingling pang of fumes
filled my nostrils and down my airway, filling my lungs.
This one had hard. You like new bottle just for you
baby, I thought. Don't call me.

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And away I went. I felt Trent's head push against
my whole. He slid in a little way and
decided to be kind with more Lube reaching across my body.
He stopped for a kiss and then Iheard the squirt and coolness
around my entrance, then felt the liquid slickness dispersing

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with his cock slowly pumping, picking up speed, pushing in and
out of me once again. Gage pressed the bottle back to
my other nostril. This was way stronger than
before. I felt my brain melt into
oblivion even more. I only felt Trent inside me, the

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way his cock stretched me deep inside my channel and the touch
of Gage's hands across my torso,his lingering caress and
fingertips pressed purposefully over the edges and crevices of
my chest and stomach, re exploring what had been his all
night prior. He lingered across my nipple and

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I stirred and moaned, the sensation exponentially more
than the usual tingling surges coursing to my libido, my pelvis
involuntarily thrusting and thenhis mouth met mine while Trent
was picking up more speed, the slick building as his pre cum
leaked into me along with the spit he kept dropping from his

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mouth with a patter skillfully practised onto his long wet
cock, his shaft opening me up more and more as assumed.
It felt amazing. I wasn't complaining, I was just
aware. Hardened, Gage pulled away.

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My eyes were closed, but I knew what was coming.
Trent stopped deep inside me, his hips pushing, digging
himself further, his pelvis pressed into my ass.
He let out. Oh fuck, this hole is so nice,
Gage suddenly said. I think we're going to try to
get both of us in there. You'll need it for Josh.

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My eyes opened and looked at him.
He was looking at me, not like he had been with passion, but
like a plaything. I realized what he meant.
They were going to double penetrate me.
They were both already pretty large, more than most that
possess phalluses anyway, but itmade me nervous.

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I had only done that once and I didn't care for it.
Which is a story for another time, but I couldn't imagine how
this one was going to be any better.
I, I don't, I stuttered. I didn't know if I wanted to
try. My body said yes.
I was ignited again in full horned stimulation.

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My mind, however, the fuzz coming down, didn't know if I
wanted it. And furthermore, getting ready
for Josh. It's OK baby, we'll take it slow
after I pound you out harder than you've had all night.
He'll slip in after me, babe. He shook the bottle at me.

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Another. The idea made my body ache and
squirm with reticence and pleasure.
Maybe I wanted it. Does that make me bad?
Or was it the brown bottles working?
It's wicked magic. I never got to explain that

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using things like poppers can becontroversial.
I don't want to romanticize themor make them seem like a fix or
an addictive thing for some maybe so never abuse them or use
them in combination with other things.
But I guarantee when you have anaffinity for long sessions or
above normal men or what have you, going into you long and

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rough and without abandoned, they become a tool, a mandatory
loosen up, relaxing with pleasure, heightening in the
most naughty of ways. I always told myself they're the
sprinkles on the cupcake. I would eat the baked treat
without them, sure, but it just makes it better.

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So I say the same for occasions like this, I would do the same
thing. I was without the little brown
bottled helper, but if it gets me in the mood to let 2 sexually
charged guys 2 beautiful specimens of the human male 2
fucking sex machines have their way with my body how they see
fit and it makes me feel spectacular to boot, tell me why

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not? I inhaled.
I didn't know if I would be ableto handle what they were
planning, but I wanted to be sure.
I was loose, relaxed. I held my breath, let the vapor
sit in my chest, each passing 2nd.
I felt the lightness in my head expand, my body felt like I was
floating on electricity. My very soul turned carnal.

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I didn't want Trent to fuck me harder, I needed him to.
I felt so pulled in two directions mentally, still aware
the double agent I was playing, still hating them in a small way
for this. I hated thinking they were
getting exactly what they wanted.
I hated thinking they were loving every second of this.

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I hated feeling slimy letting them.
But what I loved that by me knowing it gave me all the
power. So harden my heart, I think is
how the song goes. I exhaled, finally releasing the
fumes. My body melted.
Good boy. Trent said as he began thrusting

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harder and harder again, pickingup speed.
Oh you are so fucking relaxed now I'm going to get an even
deeper babe. He pushed and tested.
He was definitely invading places I have rarely had
reached. He let out.
Fuck, too good. Gage added.

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Careful, you're going to get us addicted to that hole.
The layers and layers of waves shot through me, tingles and
extremities as my body calibrated.
All I felt was my whole stretching from the thrusting,
their voices sounding and moaning tones, and the obscene
hits of Trent's pelvis against me, orchestrating in a Symphony

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a sacred song of pure raging sex.
Gage got up to stand by Trent, still pummeling, unwilling to
let go of me, drilling every possible millimeter of him
inside me. Gage reached down and grabbed my
cock. It was throbbing and leaking
like a faucet. Gage stroked me up and down,

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which made me cry out in pleasure involuntarily.
Then Trent switched directions more upward, making my prostate
both beg for mercy and for him to never stop.
Gage took his fingers and gathered as much of my precum as
possible and spat into his hand,then reached down, beginning to

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Lube himself. Trent began sweating profusely
as his onslaught continued. I reached up and touched his
stomach, the smooth olive skin warm and soft, the droplets
gathering and glistening in his abdominal line, flexing with
every pump. Trent gave three final monstrous

(53:30):
pounds, making me cry out, Oh myGod, and he slumped over on top
of me, his chest and stomach sandwiched onto mine, his cock
still firmly droven into me. He kissed me hard at 1st and
then slowed. There was passion and care as he
worked his mouth around mine andI his.

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He lifted his head. Oh.
So fucking good dude. There's another for you.
Glad we have you the rest of thenight with this poor hole.
I smiled at the statement, the heat from it all firmly floating
in my head. Gage piped in.
Hey, get out, let me in, and then you can squeeze your way in

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with me. Trent threw back his hips and
his still impossibly hard cock disengaged, and then he slid a
little farther up and began kissing me again.
I heard the squirt of Lube and then the prod of Gage, whose
head was now against my whole. I was looser than I had been all

(54:34):
night. He toyed, teased, and worked his
tip playfully up and down. Oh fuck baby, you ready for me?
You want me? Trent's eyes looked into mine as
he kissed. He nodded encouragingly, raising
his eyebrows. I was still writing my high and

(54:54):
enjoying it. I raised my ass a bit off the
bed a little bit, presenting my hole even more to gauge.
Oh. Fuck, that's it, baby, let me
in. He lined his cock, then slammed
into me, Not slowly, not careful, sudden insertion all
the way to his base. It caught my breath and I

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whimpered as fast as it sunk in.He pulled out his tips,
skillfully now hovering outside my hole.
He slid back in, this time even faster, harder.
His hips contacted my ass with aclap and felt like a bolt of
electricity shooting through my body.

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I cried out in pleasure. Then he slid out again.
Then Gage did it again, and again and again.
The moans leaving my mouth were involuntary, wild, each thrust
sending me farther into heaven. Trent's slick body, still on

(56:01):
mine, rocked. He braced on one arm and held
the back of my neck with his other.
Continuing kissing, he then clambered off and got on his
knees above my head. Gage continued his depraved,
blessed, staccato thrusting, thefeeling so intense I almost felt
like crying out of pure happiness.

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Trent positioned his long shaft above my forehead, open wide for
me. I listened and knew the drill.
I tilted my head back, straightening my throat,
creating a straight shot for him.
He leaned forward, the head of his slick cock slipped past my
lips and guided down my tongue. He slowed and carefully guided

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further and further into my throat, slowly thrusting Gage's
pummelling, doing a lot of the work, moving my body back and
forth. That's it, you got this.
They continued. Gage finally gave in to his need
and began. Not just fucking ruining.

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If you would have walked in, youwould have believed Gage hated
me, or at the very least we werefighting.
But I can promise there wasn't anything further from the truth.
Trent offered me the bottle twice more.
Gage continued. Trent kept enjoying the slow
sucking and me taking him to hisballs with my throat.

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I'm pretty sure we dreamed you into existence.
Trent whispered almost to himself, his head reeling
backwards as they worked my tongue on the base of the bottom
of his cock. Gage was breathing hard and let
out a carnal scream and quivered.
I felt the load paint my channelin thick hot rope after rope.

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He thrust a few times back and forth, dispersing his come
thoroughly in me, the slickness so fucking hot.
He paused, still hard as a rock,and looked at Trent, who nodded,
then dislodged himself from my lips and stood up.
Gage leaned forward and stared into my eyes deeply and gave me

(58:18):
the softest of kisses and scooped under my armpits and
shifted me perfectly so my ass hung off the edge of the bed.
Are you ready for us, baby? It almost felt like a command
rather than a questioning consent.
Oh, you're going to feel so good.
Both of us inside you. Gage grabbed the little bottle

(58:39):
and placed it under my nose again.
I was concerned and turned on atthe same time.
I wanted to keep feeling this good.
I could have said no, I could have.
I sit here claiming this was difficult, to stand by and let
this go down, let them do what they wanted, meanwhile

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describing nearly indescribable pleasure.
They were just doing what they were used to.
I told them all night I wanted it, and if I'd have said no they
would have stopped. They were liars, fucking Dicks,
pun intended, but they weren't evil.
I was nervous, I admit that. I just didn't know if I was

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ready for them to do that to me.No amount of liquid courage or
brown bottle fumes help with that.
You have to be relaxed in every aspect to let two people take
you in that way. I barely trusted these two
anymore, but any more than any other random hookup that's let
me into their home. So no, it was the mental games,

(59:48):
games I now felt and saw the night's intention coming to a
head. This was what they were wanting,
so I did. I have to again, knowing what
was coming. I felt the surge of euphoria
rise again slowly as I inhaled and held my breath once more,
letting my lungs take me away again.

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Trent made his way behind Gage, who leaned upward onto me on his
knees, then leaned back and theykissed.
It confused me, it made me have more questions.
Were they dating? This felt weird.
They were allowed to kiss I guess.
Or were they though? What did I know if they did this

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all the time? Was this the format?
And why would Josh be Josh? I had almost forgot, but my
brain fell into ecstasy once again, my body buzzing and head
in a dimension of senses and sparks, and I succumbed to
trying to mentally ready myself for these two massive men to

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enter me, fuck me into oblivion,stretch me, fill me, load me.
I thought, just get ready, this is going to hurt.
Be a lot. Do I?
Do I say something? My mind raced and Trent butted
his head against my hole where Gage was still docked.

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I felt his come leaking out of me.
OK, let's make this happen. Relax, baby.
As if he could hear my inner thoughts.
Well, look at that came from thedoor.
They turned their heads. Josh, my head spinning, flesh

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hot, sweat dripping down my face, I lifted it up to see him
once again standing in the doorway, only this time he was
without a stitch of clothing. This whole story I've been
describing gorgeous men, perfectbodies, the cliche of male
Adonis. There isn't body shaming here.

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I can honestly say I don't hold anyone to that standard.
I would never expect anyone to uphold to that standard.
That's the fun part about being gay especially.
We hold ourselves to that standard.
Usually we worry about it when in reality I we find a lot of

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male forms beautiful. Beauty, after all, is always in
the eye of the beholder, as theysay.
And in this case, beauty by nearly anyone's standard was
standing in that doorway. Dark brown curls came down,
framing his face, spotted in that irresistible stubble that

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lifted toward his piercing eyes looking straight at me.
His shoulders, broad as ever, coated in a tan.
The dreary rain filled coast couldn't comprehend and it
connected skillfully to the curve of his pectorals, flecked
with an amount of chest hair that not only suited him, it

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made him downright tantalizing. The toned stomach tapering to AV
connected to his rounded ass that even the David would be
jealous of. It popped to the side as he
leaned playfully on the white molding, shifting his weight
from left to right. His thighs looked as if he

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lifted blocks of granite twice his height all day, every day
from the top of his head, endingwith his calves the size of my
thighs and an arch on his foot that somehow became the most
sensuous thing in the world. This wasn't a man.
He was tall, crafted a work of art, and he was looking at me

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with those fiery, kind eyes and a side smile that told me he was
ready to play the game better than they had been.
Oh, and his cock, Well, let me get to that.
I felt the pressure of Trent's head leave my hole as Trent
turned. Gage, still fully penetrated,

(01:04:18):
slowly slid in and out of me, working his load more and more.
It felt like a little kid who got caught and now pretending
things were just fine. Oh, perfect.
He said you came just in time towatch something magic.
We're going to get him good and ready for you, stud.
Gage picked up speed, chugging his cock in and out again.

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He did feel good, hitting every spot I wanted.
It was impossible for me not to chirp.
Oh, I think he's ready, stud. Josh interjected, almost
mocking. Gage stopped and slid out of me.
It felt empty, a feeling I hated, a feeling I needed back.
The fuck? Stupid poppers.

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The high ride at its peak. I moaned wildly.
Gage protested. Don't know.
We were about to make sure we'd be sexy to watch for a bit,
though. Yeah.
Josh walked forward toward them,confident, purposeful.
Nah, I think he needs to work upto that a little bit more.

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I think I'm the next step in that.
Yeah. I see you haven't poppered to
hell. I guess I'd better make use of
it then, right? His words were stoic and
monotone, almost unfeeling to them.
At reddest power to me. Rehearsed.
I knew what he was doing. He was about to help me in more

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ways than one. The room shifted.
I could feel their eyes on me, but it didn't make me small, It
made me feel new sparks. Josh now in front of me.
He bent down and grabbed behind my neck and torso, lifting me up
to him like I was a rag doll. His arms felt like pure love,

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strong, warm, safe. He slid me farther back onto the
bed. He then bent his head farther
down to my ear, away from them. You sure you want an audience?
He whispered into my ear. I nodded, unable to form words
for now. You control it.

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I whispered back. I heard him exhale through his
nose, amused, turned on, impressed.
His hand slid down my chest, resting at my cock.
He played with me, stroking, teasing.
He dripped a slick of spit to his twisting palm and my cock

(01:06:51):
soared in tingles with the addedlubricant.
His turns and twists timed slow,deliberate, and even though
Trent shifted forward to me and Gage took a step closer,
following, climbing onto the bedbehind me, it was Josh's touch I

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wanted. His gaze never left mine.
He looked me up and down with honour, reverence.
He looked like he was in awe. I felt seen, comfortable, not
bare and vulnerable or some object.
You ready? He said, voice low, coaxing.

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I could feel the head of his cock against my gaping hole and
he was stretching it. I was so ready.
The bed dipped under his full weight.
He hovered over me, his eyes tracing every inch of me like I
was an answer to a Riddle he desperately needed answered.

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His mouth breathing slowly, expanding his top chest in slow
swelling raises. I couldn't help it, I reached
out and touched him. It felt like a dream.
He smiled, understanding I was still feeling my last huff.
It's OK. He offered me.
I feel so good, babe, you're good.

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My body surged harder than any fume from a bottle could give
me. He pressed a kiss to my hip,
then another lower, his hands onmy thighs, ready and firm,
holding me there like he needed an anchor as much as I did.
And then he positioned himself, lined up, And then he thrust.

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I heard Gage and hail Trent whisper something I didn't
catch, but they weren't the focus anymore, Not for me, not
for Josh. I'm going to fuck you some, then
I'm going to eat you out a little.
He said, his mouth close to my ear again, his smell

(01:09:07):
intoxicating as he pumped in andout slowly, closer to my ear and
a little quieter. Let them know what it looks like
when it's real. When the tension broke, when I
came back to my senses, when breath was still ragged with

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panting and the air filled with the smell of pure sweat and sex,
our bodies lay together, trembling.
Josh still didn't pull away or out of me.
He had flooded me with his sweetheavenly come, plowing me with
every fucking inch of him twice now.

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Josh was not small. Trenton Gage was spot on in two
things. Josh was greedy.
And yes, he pretty much for the last hour did not let much of
anything happen with either of the two guys waiting.
I almost forgot they were there now and again, other than a
random touch or stroke, kiss or tongue, my world was stuck

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singularly on Josh. And secondly, Josh was hung like
a horse, thick and meaty, showerand grower, with somehow the
best of both worlds of cut and uncut and smooth, with a gentle
upward curve. That meant if the thickness

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wasn't enough to drive you wild,he'd hit your spot with every
pummelling thrust, finding it with his head as he slid his
inches and inches of him throughyou.
The sexiest vein travelled the length of the top side,
crossroading toward the tip, which bless him, was actually

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thicker than his base. This man was so deep inside me I
didn't understand how it was possible, but there were no
complaints. No brown bottle necessary with
this man. His Musk was the only thing I
needed to open up more, and I needed it since he was and had

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been balls deep and well into my2nd hole for the last hour.
It wasn't just sex with him. It was passion, a true
experience of bodies talking. He made sure every thrust was
warranted, placed well, executed.

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And then he did it again, and again and again, hard and rough
as sin, followed by long extended strokes into me as if I
was his playground, his exploration finding, navigating
me outside and in finding the spot that made me sing and moan

(01:12:14):
and let me make me feel every bit of that splendor.
There are men with this skill, and when you find them, you let
them do what they do. He stayed pressed against me,
our legs tangled, his palm on mychest, fingers curled lightly

(01:12:34):
against my skin, like he was still holding on even as the
room started to fall back into silence.
Hey. He said, decibels quieter than
the moans of orgasm had just been.
You OK? I nodded, eyelids half lowered
but unwilling to not be looking at the person still inside me,

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body reeling and satisfied but somehow begging for more.
He kissed my forehead, just once.
Well, I hope you want more. And I'm sorry, that was sort of
all for me, he said. I didn't mean to be selfish.

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Next time it's going to be all about you next time.
What the fuck. This man had shot more into me
with his 2 loads than Gage and Trent combined.
All night he had satisfied and played with me, so caring and
tentative and he was wanting andpromising more.

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Apologizing for greed when I've never felt more recognized and
cared for in my life. Who was this man?
I didn't say to stop Josh. He suddenly hardened instantly
inside me again. His hips involuntarily thrusted.

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I laughed, and so did he. He kissed me deeply again.
All I could think was how good he smelled, how amazing his
slick skin felt against my body,how spent my hole was, but how
good he still felt now slowly undulating in me again, working

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his liquid deeper in what is now, in the next hour I presume,
going to be his. I smiled through my kiss.
He pulled away and looked down at me.
What? He asked.
Nothing, just glad to meet you. Behind us, I could hear the

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silence of two men who thought they were the stars of the
night, now suddenly aware they just witnessed something.
Something real. I may have just been another
someone for them, but I was someone they hadn't expected.

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The tires hummed against. The wet asphalt.
The windows were fogged around, the edges cracked slightly to
let the air cool the sweat from our skin.
The Daybreak hadn't quite let the sunrise yet.
My hole was still begging for more.
And it was only 6:30 in the morning, a night I hadn't
planned for with people I didn'tknow.

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And here I was in a car with someone.
I was more thankful for this Thanksgiving holiday than it was
for anything else that had happened this year, though I may
not share that going around the dinner table later this week.
We hadn't said much since we left.
Not out of discomfort, just the kind of silence that happens
after your body has said everything first.

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Josh, to save face and myself, had let the other two back
inside me a little before we left, but it wasn't the same.
They weren't as engaged, and I wasn't focused on much other
than Josh Gage actually fell asleep.
Trent was gung ho to keep going,but I faked a text from my

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family and Josh offered a ride back to my town, all like he had
suggested. I was curled slightly toward the
window, one leg drawn up on the seat, Josh's flannel between me
and the glass. He drove with one hand, the
other occasionally brushing his fingers across my thigh like he
was still making sure I was real.

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You good? He asked again, softly, without
taking his eyes off the road. I nodded.
Yeah, I'm actually really good, which is weird, right?
He smiled. I don't know, I don't think it's
weird, not after that. I exhaled a quiet laugh.
It was a lot, yeah. He said, then glanced at me.

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But not bad. No, not bad.
I looked at him fully. I've never had something like
that. You truly were amazing.
I'm, I'm sorry I drug you into that drama.
He didn't flinch at that, didn'trun from the honesty.
I wanted to from the second I walked in, wanted to fuck me or

(01:17:23):
to be part of the drama. He laughed.
Both. And technically Trent pulled me
in, so. He rubbed the back of his neck,
eyes back on the road. I don't usually.
I mean, I've been with them before, sure, but not like that.
Not when someone else's Someone Like You is there.

(01:17:46):
Like me, Yeah. He glanced at me again.
You weren't a gimmick or overly excited or, I don't know, Even
when you were with them after wechatted it, it wasn't fake.
It was like your way of taking back everything.
I chewed the inside of my cheek and spoke.

(01:18:08):
I didn't want to be a prop in someone else's sex scene.
That's what hurt. They lied about it all.
I, I would have absolutely stilldone everything.
I, I think I just wanted to feellike I had a say, you know, not
feel dumb. Well, you ended up having a
great amount of say, Josh said. I'm glad you texted me again.

(01:18:32):
I realized that had you not, we wouldn't have been able to do
this. Silent sat with us for a beat,
the non empty kind. I then realized we had just been
driving. Oh, I still need to give you
directions to my sister's. He looked over, brows raised.
You can Or He looked at me with a peevish look.

(01:18:56):
Or you come back to mine like wetalked about.
No pressure. I swallowed hard.
I took a second to think, but I knew what I wanted.
I'd like that. Yeah, he said.
Yeah. He sat up straight.
Good. I've got semi clean sheets,

(01:19:17):
terrible coffee and a dog that will try to hump your leg.
Unfortunately, that's going to be my job.
If well. He grinned again.
Oh, you want to keep? I cut off and looked down at his
crotch. His cock was bulging so hard I
thought his pants might RIP. Well, shit, looks like sleep

(01:19:41):
isn't a thing for me today, but I'm sure you'll make it up to
me. We didn't talk for a little
while after that. He turned the radio down to a
hum and his hand found mine on the center console.
Warm, steady. He started laughing.
What? I asked.
Really confused if I'd missed something, I'm just in my head.

(01:20:03):
What a weird night. I was chatting you up on grinder
earlier, met you, had an orgy. I got to know more about you in
5 minutes in an empty room on the floor than anyone I've gone
out with on a date in the last year.
You're not normal, I hope you know that.
No, no. You're the kind of someone I

(01:20:26):
wished I'd tried harder for. For lots of mistakes.
Lots of mistakes. I could tell he got
uncomfortable at his honesty. You sure I'm not a little bit of
a mistake? I asked, half joking.
He slowly reached over and squeezed my hand.
No, your mistake is letting me take you home.

(01:20:49):
If you think I'm going to respect you, you're wrong.
I was being polite for them and the whole thing, but now you're
going to see what I really wanted to do to you.
Worse off, I might try to make you fall in love with me one way
or another. I watched his demeanour, looking
for the crack, the smirk, the tell.

(01:21:10):
Nothing. He was kind of serious about it,
he meant it. No games.
And just like that, the night into morning, chaotic, charged,
complicated, settled into something simple.
Just us being us. Josh and I were a perfect sexual

(01:21:36):
match. There simply isn't a way to
explain his ferocity combined with intimacy, but I'll try back
at Trent's. He wasn't lying.
His performance there was him playing games when he got me
behind his closed doors, he was another animal entirely, driven

(01:22:02):
by the moment. Chaos meets sensuality.
Attentive, dominant. So aware he saw one minor wince
or furrow on my face. He'd stop or slow entirely,
caress, ask, then continue with my green light.

(01:22:25):
And oh, he continued. All right.
After what felt like an impossible few hours, the
sunlight now fully pushing through the windows, we laid
together. The warmth of his skin was
comfort. His hand laid on my ribs, thumbs

(01:22:46):
stroking in idle motions. I stared, somewhat vacant, a
little distant. I was admittedly feeling guilty
about the night. I had nothing to complain about,
yet I had the audacity to have someone ride in and save me then
to get this experience. It didn't feel right, not after

(01:23:10):
all the evenings. Puzzle pieces were laid to bear.
Josh noticed my demeanour, the blank gaze into his light blue,
or were they green walls? Where'd you go?
His voice was soft and low, likea secret.
Your body's here, but your brains sneaking out the door.

(01:23:33):
I laughed. The observant kind he was.
I could relate. I hesitated.
I just had a thought. He shifted slightly and brought
me in closer, holding me tighterreflexively, more emotional than
possessive. I paused again, then said.

(01:23:55):
Forget it. It, it's truly stupid.
Josh reached up and brushed the lock of hair from my forehead.
Not a chance. That little storm brewing
between your eyes is insane. Worse than when we were plotting
behind those boxes. He smiled gently.
Tell me. I met his eyes and gained the

(01:24:16):
courage I just had this moment. Like am I being played again?
Like is this you doing what theydo?
Like have you taken someone elsehome before with them?
He shrunk slightly as I said it.They has weight that they meant.

(01:24:37):
I thought he was lying. I looked away from him.
I know that's offensive almost. I'm just going to have this
feeling with anyone for a long time.
I just feel conflicted about it.It's not like it turned out bad.
I I had fun. I just trust is hard.

(01:25:00):
People are hard. Josh still quiet for a beat.
Then, with absolute certainty, said Look at me.
He waited until our eyes locked.He made sure to let me see what
he meant. The furrow in his eyebrows spoke
like 1000 words. If I wanted to be like them, I'd

(01:25:23):
already be zipping your pants upand ghosting you after a
charming text I copied from lastweek.
He paused. But I truly want you here and
I'm not playing. I'm so glad you came over.
I wanted you to, especially after chatting.

(01:25:45):
My voice wavered. I could have sworn I felt tears
welling. God damn alcohol and no sleep.
I was raw. I needed to, I don't know, be
honest. This felt too deep for a guy who
just, well, did what I would have done.

(01:26:09):
But why? I said how would you even know
I'm I'm more than sex and silly quiz games and I felt myself
closing off You don't even know me.
I just. This whole night was a roller
coaster. I got caught up in something I
know better than to do, and I looked him square in the face

(01:26:31):
again, pulling my body up. This was incredible.
You're incredible. Seriously, I can feel with every
moment how amazing this is, how good you feel.
Not even physically, but yes, physically.
But it's, it's just in my heart and that's really honest.

(01:26:52):
And I'm not going to lie, I loveit.
But I'm, I'm trying to separate it.
I know what this is. It's just tonight.
Today, but I just don't trust myinstincts anymore.
Those two, I gulped. Sort of ruined my confidence at

(01:27:12):
reading people. So how do I know you?
I couldn't finish. Josh paused.
His body stayed calm and he justshook his head.
I could see him thinking. Then he gently cupped my jaw
again, thumb brushing my cheekbone.

(01:27:33):
I don't know why, but each time he did this, it sent me to the
outer universe. He very bluntly stated.
I know enough about you. He leaned in closer, our
foreheads brushing, and grinned.How he could be smiling at this
right now was a Riddle to me buthe just looked at me and said I

(01:27:58):
know you waited to touch me before you wanted to and you
felt safe. I know your head is always
turning except when I'm hitting that spot inside you.
We both chuckled and he moved his hands to my chest and rubbed
right over my heart and it's thecutest fucking thing I've seen

(01:28:18):
in a long time. I know you get nervous because
you care but you never back down.
I can tell you've been burned a timer 7 before this but you
still hope that right there I I haven't seen before and damn if

(01:28:40):
that isn't brave as hell and sexy.
He looked at me like a tiger in the jungle, stocking their meal,
green eyes piercing me with his truth, praying on my gaze,
taking in all of me, reading every micro movement and eye
flicker. I exhaled softly, unaware I was

(01:29:03):
holding my breath. I thought about his words, his
demeanour, the person he'd shownme the last few hours.
Everything he said was lovely. It meant he too was someone
caught in the ether, someone looking for meaning and
connection, going with the flow and understanding that behind

(01:29:25):
the apps and the hookups and theone night drunken stands, we're
human, each with our own stories, our opinions,
viewpoints. We're emotional and flawed.
I finally said you're saying allthe right things.

(01:29:45):
EW, that was stupid. Can I take that back?
Josh smirked, but his tender demeanour poured out.
No, you can't. And they're right because I'm
right, he said. I showed up last night thinking
I'd get lucky, but now I'd rather earn the right to stay
and it's my fucking place we're in.

(01:30:07):
I laughed out loud and he pulledin my hand and kissed my
knuckles like some Cinderella fantasy, my Prince bowing at the
ball before me. But instead we were both naked
in his bed. I like my Cinderella fantasy
better, he continued. And if that means we lay here

(01:30:28):
all morning and just talk, I'm good with that.
If that means I shut up and holdyou done if you want to.
He pulsed, his pelvis rocking the bed, then fuck yeah.
But if you're wondering if this is real?
He shook his head up and down. It is.

(01:30:52):
I could feel my eyes soften. I couldn't control it.
My voice was a little shaky, saying I keep telling you you're
kind. It's really disarming.
He grinned slightly. Yeah, kindness is my kink.
Don't tell anyone. Ruins the mystique.

(01:31:15):
I laughed heartily. A tear, not quite sure why, was
threatening to leave my eye. The water welled, but I willed
it to stay. Thank you.
I managed to say with a weak shake and nestled into him more.
He leaned in, voice low and warm, breath caressing my ear.

(01:31:36):
No, thank you for letting me be the one who gets to hold the
real you tonight. His arms wrapped around me, one
hand trailing gently down my back.
My heart was full and I suddenlyfelt my cock grow.
It pushed against Josh's side. This man was so much more than

(01:31:58):
anything I could have imagined. I expected to wake up.
I expected the cameras to come out and yell gotcha.
This all felt very unreal, but it was this somehow was my life.
Josh felt the prick at his side.Oh well, someone is still awake,

(01:32:22):
do you? He grabbed my hand and trailed
it down to his member under the sheet.
He was harder than he had been all night.
My hand wrapped around him and Icould barely believe he was
still able to get hard. It lit a need inside me so deep

(01:32:45):
I swear I almost snarled. I shook my head yes slowly and
kissed him, beginning to stroke him up and down his shaft.
He pulled away. Let me remind you what this
feels like and how dare you ask me if this is fake.
For that I'm not going to be nice.

(01:33:08):
Fuck. Josh got up and positioned
himself, tossed my legs up onto his shoulders and spit on his
hand with a healthy amount and slicked his cock.
The moment has shifted with our conversation, something unspoken
lingering. I watched him unsure, like he

(01:33:30):
was waiting for the shoe to drop.
He worked his head against my whole, then slowly fed himself
to me millimetre by millimetre. My whimpering shakes immense,
the pressure from his girth sending every pleasure response
to my head. He spoke suddenly, his slow

(01:33:51):
penetration still going. He reached for the Lube and
pumped a few squirts. You want to know what's turning
me on right now? What?
I said, curious and very distracted.
He set the Lube to the side, hiscock now reaching the parts not
everyone can, and he still had afew inches to go.

(01:34:16):
He stopped and spoke, his voice like warm velvet.
It's this. He brushed his fingers along my
side, slow, reverent. Not, not the sex, not this
beautiful fucking skin. It's the fact that I'm with
someone who feels something, wholet me see that, who let me in,

(01:34:43):
even if he's questioning it. His chest rose with a slow
inhale, like he was collecting the words.
This is truly the most fun I've had, and maybe ever.
I always laughed when people said Make Love.
It never registered. I think I get it now, and it's

(01:35:10):
making my pulse go wild. He placed my hand over his
heart. It was racing, practically
beating out of his chest. I could almost feel it from his
member now prodding a wall. He was itching to breakthrough.
Feel that. He laughed.
My heart not well. He looked down.

(01:35:34):
This isn't a trick, that's you. You make me so nervous.
Barely able to breathe myself, Ishook my head.
I'm nothing to be nervous over. I rebutted.
Josh leaned his whole body over mine, his biceps and chest

(01:35:56):
igniting and flexing, his cock pulsing ever so slightly farther
in. I exhaled, letting him get
deeper as I relaxed. So humble.
He laughed. You've got me lit up, not just
from wanting to pound you so fucking hard right now.

(01:36:18):
He bit his lip, teasing, but from something I almost forgot
was possible. I looked inquisitive at him.
What's that? I asked.
He looked at me with a small ache in his grin, his eyes
scanning my face. Wanting someone for who they

(01:36:40):
are, not just how they touch me.Someone that has layers, walls,
fire, fear. Thank you for reminding me.
It's beautiful. That's what's turning me on so
much right now. He leaned down, brushing his

(01:37:01):
lips against mine gently, exhaling what felt like a silent
promise. Yeah.
He gyrated his hips, pushing in and out of me some, making me
moan softly. He kept going.
I want you, but I want this moment more.

(01:37:22):
He pushed now, fully inside me, his pelvis pushing against my
whole. I inhaled fully, letting go.
No poppers needed. I put my arms around him, his
back beginning to sweat, his hips now pumping in slow, deep

(01:37:44):
rhythms. I brought my head up to kiss
him. He obliged, bringing my head
back down. I nodded, smiling, and he got
the message. And I'm pretty sure his
neighbors did for the next hour as well.

(01:38:05):
I woke to sunlight still bleeding through the gauzy grey
curtains and the soft weight of a dog curled at my side like it
owned me. My legs were tangled in Josh's
sheets. I couldn't remember if I'd
pulled them over me or he had. My body ached in ways I hadn't
felt in ever. Maybe Josh's stamina,

(01:38:27):
ridiculous. His length, more ridiculous.
His loads. Well, I'm pretty sure I'm part
of his genetic code now. And I kept begging for more, and
he kept giving. His hands had been slow when
they needed to be rough. When I asked, no pleaded.

(01:38:51):
He'd made sounds I wanted to bottle.
He listened to mine like they meant something.
I was his and he was mine, at least for that morning.
I shifted, winced slightly, and then smiled.
Yeah, that happened, I thought his apartment smelled like cedar

(01:39:16):
laundry detergent, and that scent.
His skin carried clean and masculine Musk edged with sweat
and comfort. I didn't want to move, but I did
and grabbed my underwear from the floor, seeing the trail of
clothing left from entering earlier that morning and
chuckled to myself. I found Josh in the kitchen,

(01:39:39):
shirtless in short shorts that were almost worthless since they
were half off and covered very little, his hair still a little
messy from me running my hands through those perfect curls
while he deep throated me in between rounds.
He was reading a magazine and letting a pan warm up on the
stove. I saw the bacon on the counter

(01:40:01):
waiting to be cooked. He turned when he heard me and
smiled, setting a mug of coffee on the counter.
Hey baby. I liked it better out of Josh's
mouth. I'm walking funny.
I offered, sipping from the cup.You're welcome.
He said. You're ridiculous.

(01:40:23):
I said, laughing into the mug. Only in bed, he teased.
I walked over, leaned into his chest, felt his arms come around
me like they've been waiting. You sleep OK?
He asked like a corpse. You snort a little, he said.
That a thing lies in slander, Sir.
Oh, so it was the dog, he said, laughing.

(01:40:46):
And Sir, I like that, giving me ideas for next time.
He winked at me and turned. Back to the stove.
We stood there a minute, just existing.
Nothing but cool morning air. No third parties, no
performance. Then my phone buzzed on the
kitchen counter where I had leftit walking in earlier this

(01:41:08):
morning. I almost ignored it, but
something made me glance Gauge, of course.
Hey, last night was wild. Hope you made it home OK.
You're kind of addictive. Would love to see you again,
maybe just the two of us next time.
How long are you in town? I stared blankly at the screen.

(01:41:33):
Gage. Josh asked gently.
Yeah, he says I'm addictive. Oh yeah, I agree, but I think
that was a line from the last guy I was invited to come see
about a month ago. I looked up at him from my phone
and he glanced at me and laughed.
What? I'm sorry.

(01:41:54):
If it's any consolation, I'm never joining them again.
You sort of ruined that for me, so thanks.
I laughed and set the phone down, sipped more coffee.
Then it buzzed again. A different name.
My ex. I rolled my eyes and read the
words. They might as well have been in

(01:42:15):
all caps. Fuck you.
This was your idea to break it off.
And I'm trying to show you I'm different.
I want to fight for you. I can't if you won't let me.
I stared at the screen for a second too long.
My stomach didn't twist like it used to.
It just SAT. You OK?

(01:42:39):
Josh asked. Yeah, that was just an XX.
Sounds juicy. Yeah, we didn't coexist well.
Well, he exists just fine, According to him.
He said I was too much, too intense, too emotional.

(01:43:03):
So basically, he likes you for you, but can't stand you.
Basically. I'm not even sure he likes me
anymore. Josh took the phone gently from
my hand and set it face down on the counter.
He nudged me to the counter stool and I sat, and he wrapped

(01:43:25):
his arms atop my shoulders in front of me.
You don't have to answer either of them.
Not today. I nodded.
I know. He leaned in, kissed my temple.
Slow grounding. Today is all yours, and maybe
mine too. He looked at me, hopeful,

(01:43:46):
playful. He smiled, biting his lower lip.
If you want, I'm off today. Totally up to you, I just know.
He blushed. Well, I want to hang out with
you more, that's all. I will.
I will say I couldn't fathom what any of that looked like,
how it might work. My family was going to kill me,

(01:44:11):
but I wanted it. I nodded after a moment of
thinking. I'll figure out how to tell my
family I want to date on myself.They'll get it, I think.
But if I figure it out, promise me one thing, anything.
He said and bent down to kiss me.

(01:44:32):
I pulled away and looked him square in the face.
Promise me that you'll let me make the coffee next time.
You weren't lying. This is so bad.
Mocking hurt. He slammed his mug on the
counter, sloshing liquid all over.
That's it, he yelled. He turned off the stove,

(01:44:53):
unbothered at the caffeinated tsunami now dribbling across his
counter onto his cabinets and the floor, and he lifted me onto
his shoulder. Whoa, whoa, I yelled.
What about the bacon? Oh, you're gonna get some meat,
babe. He hauled me back into the
bedroom and threw me on the bed.Fuck, this man was a God.

(01:45:16):
I don't think I need to tell youall the sort of details of how
the rest of my morning went, butI'm pretty sure you can guess I
didn't reply to either message that day.
I did call my family eventually.A little convincing and coaxing
later, they understood. I believe I made-up some random

(01:45:39):
story of friends being through town and I'd like to spend the
day with them. Not a total lie.
Josh was a new friend. After the morning's fun, Josh
took me out on the town to see the landmarks, some local shops,
we even shared a beer at his favorite spot.
Then we just hung out at his place and yeah, it was perfect.

(01:46:05):
I'll always remember him to somedegree.
I love that That I'll remember that is one random day, one
situation of happenstance that created a lasting memory.
I still chat him up now and then.
He is married now. I'm genuinely happy for him.

(01:46:25):
I've even met his husband in thefollowing years.
Not like that though. They offered.
Apparently they had talked aboutit as an option and were open to
me joining them in bed if I wanted a special occasion.
Open relationship, apparently. Ironic, right?

(01:46:46):
I believe my response was equal to the hypocrisy.
So am I your annual Vegas trip or that friend's birthday ski
weekend? We all laughed about it and I
gave Josh all the shit for it. OK, OK, I told you I wouldn't
lie. We all did definitely hook up,

(01:47:06):
but that's a different story. Sometimes the real connection
comes after the chaos, after thesex, after the quote
performance. And when it does, it feels like
this. The gauges of the world, the
Trents. They might do this every

(01:47:26):
weekend. They might even forget who they
bring into their bedrooms. Revolving door.
Like one big sweaty sex filled blur.
Don't get me wrong, I'm guilty of my own revolving door, but As
for gauging me, no, he'll never forget me and I don't ever

(01:47:47):
forget a hookup. Why?
That's easy, because I'm one very odd boy.
Thank you guys for sticking withme and apologies again for the
year off, but good things come to those who wait.

(01:48:08):
I wanted to Fact Check and make sure I had everything right for
you. After all, I made you a promise
to only tell the truth. Speaking of straight from the
hung horse's mouth. Hey, Josh here.
Yeah, yeah, he is 1. Very odd, boy.
And yes, it's all true. See, I told you I wouldn't lie
to you. I'm nothing if not honest.

(01:48:33):
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