It felt so damn good to be holding a man in my arms. Hard muscles, firm heavy body, all those manly smells and taste ... Uuumm ... I loved the very being of a man, of him ... My Tommy.
Does he know? What he did to me? How he made me feel? Does he? I wanted to tell him, but I didn't want to look pathetic or weak. I needed to be strong for myself - but vulnerable.
And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as sleeping amber.
Lance immediately set the bottle down and removed his ponytail band. He slowly shook out his mane and unbuttoned his shirt so Frankie could see his chest hair as well.
REVISED AND EDITED***
The first person I saw was Ben Barton, my childhood best friend and constant companion. Even as a grown man I have never loved anyone like I love Benny.
He stepped forward and his skin touched mine. I could feel the hair of his chest and abdomen on my smooth back and the hardness of his manhood pressing just above my buttocks. He edged toward the bed, pushing me along as he did so. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I reluctantly bent forward.
Love is not so much blind as it is transforming. This story is written in the grand tradition of the classic film, "The Magic Cottage" for those of you old enough to remember it. Everyone who enters the cottage is transformed into a thing of beauty.
Two lifelong straight friends are constantly playing practical jokes on each other. One sets the other up with a blind date, who just happens to be a man. The results are funny and happy for all of them.
A young man reads a story that had been posted on a gay website several years earlier. He is deeply affected by it, and sets out on a journey to find the author, who seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth.