BOYSTOWN by Jake Biondi

How many times have you flipped through channels endlessly, browsed through streaming channels, looking for just the right thing?  You’ve watched all of QaF, Noah’s Arc, and the L Word.  You want representation, not just those side characters who never move the plot.  You’re considering watching reruns just to try to capture those moments again but maybe you’re like me and you know it too well.

BOYSTOWN reminds us that books are for reading not just putting on the shelf.  A serialized story collected and formatted for easy reading pleasure.  It is a well told blend between TV and the traditional novel that captures the speed of TV and the emotional depth of a novel.  It is told in a skilled narrative that hops from character to character and will leave you wanting more and you will be quickly satisfied when the author catches back up to them.  

Just like a talented magician, it is easy to forget just how well Jake Biondi builds the world of Chicago’s BOYSTOWN.  It is a slick narrative that harvests the emotion of the characters while capturing the necessary details of the city.  I found myself relating to the characters who are not just going through the more common dramas of moving to a new city, dealing with an alcoholic partner, and finding new love but the high stakes drama of affairs, a stalker ex-boyfriend, and kidnapping.  Told with suspense and mystery, ordinary people who struggle with love and loss.

But be warned, this is just the beginning of the story.  Just as any TV show would leave you with a cliffhanger so does BOYSTOWN.  And you’ll want to know more, you’ll want to see the rest of their lives unfold.
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Brat in the Frat Ch 09 - Letting Go

I got everything ready for him: plastic lining for the bed, diapers,
rope, a blindfold, speculum, lubricant, butt plug, anal douche,
leather wrist and ankle cuffs, bananas, and suppositories.  I think it
was the most turned on a I had ever been while shopping, collecting all these different things that were innocuous unto themselves but collected in my room felt kind of incriminating so of course I hid them in the back of my closet.

We had initially planned it for the following week in my dorm room,
provided of course my roommate was out.  Kevin had taken to going home on the weekends, something about a girl he knew from high school and that they had started dating.  Part of me worried it was all the time I was spending with Brad, that he had turned out to be homophobic after all, or maybe he just wanted to give us our space and it was easier to go home.  His mother still did all of his laundry and Sunday night or Monday morning he’d always return with some kind of home cooked leftovers.  Maybe his mother was pressuring him to come back, I don’t know.  It didn’t matter because space and time to ourselves wase exactly what we needed, especially for what we were planning.

In some way it felt like we were planning a heist or something.  There was this kind of mischievous sense to it.  I’d subtly ask my roommate what his plans were, relay the information to Brad who said he had trouble sleeping all week because he was so excited.  It was a big disappointment when I found out on Thursday my roommate was staying for the weekend.  Brad was heartbroken and so was I a little bit.  We fooled around here and there a little bit like normal.  I really got into the idea of being with him, teasing him, getting him hard andl eaking, then denying his orgasm for as long as I could until he was begging for it.  The best I’d let him do is fuck my lubricated hands with his hard dick.

Classes and work were a chore.  There were moments we’d forget about it, watch a movie, cuddle in bed, but it was always there, this
expectation, this adventure.  So by the time two weeks later my
roommate said he was going to be gone for the weekend it felt like an early Christmas gift.  As soon as he was out the door I called Brad and told him to come over.  He finished work and got there about an hour later, after I had set up everything.  He knocked at my door.  I knew it was him, so I opened it wearing just my briefs.  He broke into a smile when he saw me and I pulled him inside by the front of his shirt and into a kiss as I closed the door behind him.  He was hard and ready so we set about doing it.  He showered and used the anal douche as I double checked everything and killed time reading over the instructions on my phone.

Minutes later, flat on his back in the standard bondage X.  Naked, his hard dick against his belly.  I put the restraints on his wrists and
on his ankles.  He was there for me and I was there for him.  He was completely at my mercy and I felt this guilt and fear that I might do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, expect too much.  I started to sweat, that’s how nervous I was, and I kept rubbing my fingers against the palm of my hand as I bit my lips just watching him lie there.  He was willing to give himself over to me.  I kissed him briefly on his lips.

Then I lifted his knees up to his chest, used the rope to tie them to
the bed frame.  He relaxed into the feeling as I looked down to his
hairy balls, his dick, then along the path to his hole as it puckered
with his heartbeat.  I warmed the speculum with my hands, lubricated it and his hole.  I inserted it slowly and he gasped at the feeling.

I waited for him to relax and when he said he was ready I slowly
opened him.  It was an amazing feeling to have him there like that, my dick was leaking in my underwear.  I could feel it slipping around with each movement I made.

Fully aware of what I was about to do I mashed the bananas and
carefully inserted them a little bit at a time into his hole.  He
giggled and squirmed a little at the feeling but urged me to keep
going until he was fully loaded, then I closed the speculum and
removed it.  I kissed him again on the lips before inserting the
suppositories.  He grunted at the feeling and I told him the butt plug
was next.  He took a deep breath and asked me to insert it into him so I lubricated it and slid into him slowly.  He took it to the base more easily that he usually took anything before so I figured his anus had to be relaxed.  I took the diaper and set it under him.
Putting the oil and powder on his buttocks and over his crotch had
become a familiar routine but it still felt special as I did it.  I closed the diaper and kissed him one more time before getting up and releasing the ropes holding his knees.  He lowered his legs and moaned at the feeling of the plug in his butt.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said through dry lips.

I reused the rope, tied it to the cuffs on his wrists and his ankles
so that he couldn’t get out of bed very easily, not without my help.
He was powerless there on my bed and I saw him wince and bite at his lip as he said he felt it inside him.  He pulled at the restraints
just to feel them.

“I can feel it,” he said, “it’s doing it’s job.”

I sat next to him, put a comforting hand on his tummy.  He groaned and whined, pulled at his restraints again.  There he was, my boyfriend, tied down and unable to help himself just as he wanted to be.  I could see he had begun to sweat.

“Would you play with my dick?” he begged.

“Really?”

“Yes, I want to, you know, piss myself, but I can’t with my dick hard.”

I slipped my hand into his diaper and felt the ejaculate from his
erect cock, slid my fingers down and gripped the base.  I stroked him slowly, tickled his balls.  He whimpered in pain and pleasure so I kept at it until he bucked against my hand.  I smiled to him as I felt
his dick search out any kind of sensation, just enough to get him to
an orgasm and he smiled back knowing I was teasing him.  It didn’t
take long for him to reach it and I felt his warm ejaculate cover my
hand and the inside of his diaper.

But the orgasm was a double edged sword because he said now he could feel the pain in his intestines and the feeling of the plug in his hole more.  I moved close to him, rubbed at my still erect dick in my briefs.  And the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into over an hour as I sat there edging myself as he lay beside me.

“Maybe we should try something else,” I said.

“No, I can feel it.  It hurts really bad.  I mean I really, really
have to go but it’s like my will has become so focused that it shut
down that part of my body.  It’s like it’s stuck.  It’s like someone
turned the spigot and nothing works.”

There was one last thing to help him get over that fear of truly
letting go.  I pulled out the blindfold and put it over his eyes and
lay beside him, my head in his arm pit I put my left hand on his chest and slowly began to pet him.

Finally it happened, a little fart that turned into more.  He let out
a sigh of relief and I looked to the front of his diaper that began to
swell.  I smiled at the reality of it.  Here he was a jock boy, my
boyfriend, my submissive, my dare I say it slave, and he was finally
so relaxed that he lost all control.  I looked to his face where I saw
the biggest grin.  He knew he had done it.  He knew he had lost
control.  I got to my knees beside him, leaned down and gave him a
kiss before sitting back and looking over his body one more time.  He was mine, all mine, I thought, and I am his, all his.

Act Your Age Ch 09 - That Night

Shane, a directionless 20 year old living with his parents and attending community college, is sitting on his porch one lazy day when he spots Grant a new next door neighbor.  Grant is handsome, older, and successful.  Shane is attracted to the older man, wants to start a relationship but Grant has just gotten out of a long-term relationship with a man and isn’t ready for commitment.  

Worse, he sees Shane as too young, too impulsive, and misbehaved, but when Shane won’t give up Grant challenges him to a little discipline.

That night after the spanking session as I lay on his bed with my head in his lap, my hand on his leg playing with a pinch of denim from his jeans I felt as if the sin had been beaten from me.  My skin burned in an unfamiliar way yet it felt rewarding somehow, as if I felt a pain in me I could have not felt any other way, some kind of new sensation not to be experienced by anyone else.  Each cheek throbbed with the beat of my heart. 

I felt like I had learned some lesson and yet I knew there could be more sessions.  Mr. Grant’s thigh was a comfort in that moment.  His body and mine were fused.  We were fused.  We had both taken part in some kind of ceremony of pain.  I told myself I was an adult, that I could walk out right then and never come back yet I felt the beginning of an obligation.

When he moved a little I clutched the fabric of his pants but he calmly ran his fingers through my hair and told me he was going to get something for the pain.  He pulled away and I felt like something was missing from myself.  I listened to him go into the bathroom where he took something out of the cabinet.  His feet made a distinct sound on the carpet.  Every sense of mine was heightened.  My nipples were hard against the bed, even my cock began to swell. 

I heard him opening a jar of cream.  He put one knee on the bed and I felt it shift as he leaned over to my ass where he touched it gently.  The cream was cool and smelled of aloe, his touch was precise.  One cheek then the other and immediately the sensation there felt different.  He worked it into my thighs.  I wanted him to do more.  I wanted him to slip a finger up into me.  I wanted to feel that cream everywhere but then he stopped.  His weight on the bed retreated and he closed the jar.  I listened to him go back to the bathroom where he put it away.  I was ready to close my eyes and fall asleep even without him when he spoke to me.

“I’m going to let you stay like that for a while while I put your clothes away for the night and get you something else to wear to bed.  Don’t go anywhere I don’t want you to get cream on the bed cover or anywhere else.”

“Yes sir,” I said. 

The response came out naturally.  It felt appropriate.  My cynicism about calling him sir was gone.  I listened to him pick up my clothes, fold them, and then put them away in a dresser drawer.  I listened to him retrieve a bag from the hallway closet and carry it into the bedroom.  Had be bought me something?  Was it pajamas?  Had he planned on me staying the night?  I certainly didn’t want to go home in my condition. 

He carried the bag to the head of the bed and set it down for me to see.  He asked me my waist size and I told him.  He asked me my shirt size and I told him.  Then, he reached into the bag, retrieved two items and set them on the bed.  I saw right away that they were white briefs and white t-shirts still in the bag from the store shelf.  I wanted to reach out to them, pull them open, and see them but I stopped myself from acting so impulsively. 

Instead I waited for him as he carried the bag to the hallway closet, went to the kitchen to retrieve something, and come back to the bedroom.  He told me to get up from the bed carefully which I did.  He handed me a bottle of water.  Strangely I had not thought about being drinking anything and yet I was very thirsty.  It must be from all the crying, I thought.  I opened the bottle and downed more than half of it to quench my thirst.  When I finished he held out his hand to take the bottle which he set on a nearby dresser.  I looked to the briefs and t-shirts on the bed.

“You need a bath first,” he said.

I knew what was going to happen and yet I waited for him to move first.  He ushered me into the bathroom where he plugged the tub drain and started the water.  He made sure it was a comfortable temperature before indicating that I should get in.  He helped me as I stepped inside and lowered myself down.  The porcelain was hard against my ass and I shifted until I found a comfortable spot by holding most of the weight on my back.  I held myself there until the water filled enough to give me some buoyancy though it barely helped.  He got me a wash cloth from the cabinet and pointed to the bar of soap.

“I’m not going to wash you, unless you want me to, I’m just here for comfort.  You’ve been through something significant tonight.”

“Thank you sir,” I said.

He retrieved a mini-stool from his room, set it by the tub.  I closed my eyes and splashed water on my face.  Being in the tub, being in the water, splashing my face, having him there, and even drinking the bottled water was exactly what I needed.  When I opened my eyes I felt like a different person.  I felt the droplets run down my throat, over my chest, and it felt like I was reconstructing my body one sensation at a time.  I put more water over my face, over my head.  I loved the feeling of it running down my dry back.  I looked up to him and was surprised to see him smiling down at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re smiling,” he said.

“Am I?”

He nodded.  It was true.  I could feel it.  I was naked in a tub after having been spanked by my neighbor who was an older man and I was smiling.  I laughed a little as I looked down over myself.  My thighs, my limp dick, my pubic hair, and my feet were all there, the same ones I had seen every day of my life.  I got an idea.  I wet the cloth and picked up the bar of soap then offered both of them to him.

“Would you wash my back sir?” I asked.

He took the cloth and the soap, lathered the cloth, and shifted closer as I moved my back to him.  He started with my shoulders.  I was reminded of that day on the beach.  I was reminded of hiding my drinking from him.  I wanted to apologize to him but it was a passing thought as he moved down my spine.  It was our own moment as he soaped my entire back.  He stopped at the water line so I moved up, got to my knees, but he hesitated.

“Would you wash my ass sir?  I want to make sure and get all of the lotion,” I said.

His hand went to my ass and for a moment I regretted asking as I felt the roughness of the material as he moved it over each cheek but the pain was mild enough to endure it.  I wanted him to do more.  I wanted him to go between my crack.  I wanted to feel him and yet he stopped even as I put my knees to the sides of the tub to open myself, offer myself.  He moved to my thighs instead. 

Then he was done and I knew it was over.  I had not been rebuked so much as ignored, maybe politely delayed.  When he finished I sat back down, careful to put the weight on my back as quickly as I could.  I looked back up to him and I smiled.

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Shadow's Night (Excerpt) Chapter 03 - Kevin

Kevin awoke to his alarm clock feeling as if he didn’t have time to sleep.  He looked to see it was 5:30 A.M. and turned off the alarm.  He sat up from his bed feeling renewed but slightly disoriented.  He dropped to the floor where he laid out on his back, put his knees into the air, and began to do sit ups.  He counted them under his breath until he reached twenty, then he rolled over on his stomach and did twenty pushups, jumped to his feet and ran in place for thirty seconds, did fifteen squat thrusts, then got back into position for more sit ups.  He did seven more cycles before he stopped just after the last squat thrust.  He rolled onto his back for a moment to catch his breath. 

He looked under his bed where he saw it was empty and smiled.  He was pleased that there was no clutter, no extra belongings hid somewhere.  He had gotten himself organized six years ago before he started high school and he wasn’t going back.  He sat up, pushed himself from the floor and stripped off his clothes, dropped them in the hamper and stepped in front of the full length mirror.  He was happy with his body for once.  His belly and the padding of baby fat on his face were gone.

Everything was in its right place, he told himself.  He went to the middle of his room and sat, crossed his legs and assumed his best meditative form.  He liked to meditate naked because it felt like his body was the most open.  He thought about the day before and everything he had done.  He thought about the things he needed to do.  He thought about where he had to go, the people he would talk to and deal with and among those people was Thad.

Thad was only minutes away, would be waiting for him on the corner to go for a run.  He smiled.  No, he told himself, be in the moment, put all those assumptions away somewhere.  He had thought it through but life wouldn’t happen exactly that way.  Embrace the chaos, he told himself.

There was the sound of his phone telling him he had a text message from Thad.  Was he running late?  He waited until he felt himself calm down, then he opened his eyes and got back to his feet.  He retrieved his phone, just a good morning message telling him Thad was five minutes early and missing him.  He smiled and deleted the message before he put down his phone and went to get his workout clothes from the drawer: a thin pair of shorts, t-shirt, jock strap, and cup.  He pulled the jock strap up, placed the cup inside.  He looked at himself in the mirror and was delighted because he never thought four years ago he would take pride in his body and exercise.  He finished dressing, put on his socks and shoes, made his way out of the quiet house.

He checked to make sure he had his house key tied on a string around his neck, that it hadn’t been pulled off while he slept in some accident or fit of rage before he closed the door and made sure it was locked.  He did ten jumping jacks before he dashed down the stairs and across the lawn.  He got to the sidewalk and turned.  He picked up his speed in anticipation of seeing Thad.

Suburban, colonial style houses that had been built over a hundred years ago, the rest of the neighborhood was still quiet.  Only a few mothers and fathers were awake, maybe the poor soul delivering newspapers, garbage collectors and people headed to work knew about this time and many of them probably didn’t appreciate it.  He liked this time of the morning, something few people ever knew about because most of them were still asleep.  Although there would be fewer of them with Fall approaching but sometimes it felt like only him and Thad as they ran the streets and through the park.  That made it easier.

He spotted Thad on the corner in the grass stretching his legs and smiled.  The man was possibly twenty years older than him but fit and good natured unlike any other person his age.  He could be disarming, took an interest in people like when Thad had been impressed that Kevin was a conscientious eater and exercised regularly.  Kevin felt comfortable admitting to him that he struggled with anorexia in high school until his parents got him a therapist who got him a personal trainer.  He learned about food and exercise the right way, he said.

They had talked for a long time about food and work.  Kevin had just begun his internship but he was eager to find out how the newspaper worked.  Thad had told him he was in the photography business for over a decade feeling that it would scare him but Kevin was intrigued by his career.  They talked any chance they got.  They met frequently on breaks and lunch.  Kevin asked him about his previous life and sometimes Thad told him about what it was like as if he wanted to have it again, as if they could have it together.

But even as comfortable as they were with each other coming out was still a process.  Finally, after weeks of talking Thad admitted that he had broken up with his long-term boyfriend before moving to town.  Kevin sat in silence for a long time.  He knew that each had suspected the other was gay but not wanting to offend each other they assumed the other was straight, neither of them even in these days wanted to risk offending the other by making some assumption.  Kevin had never told anyone his own secret but then he just said it.

“I haven’t had a boyfriend yet but I’m looking forward to it.”

They both looked at each other and laughed suddenly feeling ridiculous for not recognizing in the other, for being afraid of saying something for weeks.  After that it became more comfortable until Thad asked him to go jogging.  Kevin felt himself being excited about the idea.  Was it a date?  Was it the beginning of a relationship?  He found himself flirting with the older man if even only accidentally or unconsciously until he recognized what he had done, what he had said.  Thad noticed but said that he was afraid of being in a relationship with someone so young, but that was months ago.

Kevin came to a stop a few feet from Thad after signaling to each other a hello.  He began to run in place.  He looked up and down the streets but there was no traffic, a few inside houselights were on.  He signaled for Thad to get ready.

“How are you this morning?” Thad asked.

“Good,” Kevin said.  “How are you?”

“Old,” Thad said.

“Better hurry then before you get any older.  Last one to the park has to pay for lunch.”

Kevin began to run away towards the park and Thad gave him a lead before he dashed after him.  Thad got close enough to make Kevin look back.  Each let out a laugh before they doubled down and began to run as hard as they could.  They were even when Thad reached over and slapped playfully at Kevin’s arm.  Kevin tried to slap back or at least keep him away.  It was a long run into the back of the neighborhood to the park, a preservation, the as of yet unprocessed trees.

Kevin felt as if for once he was leading when Thad stopped playing and gave it his all.  He pulled ahead of the young man for just long enough that he touched the park sign first.  Kevin slowed himself enough, ran into the sign and let out a laugh.

“You’re too much,” Thad said.

“I think we’re both going to be tired today for work,” Kevin said.

“At least you’re only there for a few hours.”

“So are you,” Kevin said.

“Oh right, well, it’s nice to not have a good job I guess.  Hey that reminds me do you want to help me at my studio on Saturday?  I’d pay you something under the table, say twenty bucks and maybe a piece of pizza.”

“Yeah sure,” Kevin said.  That would be a good way to earn some money, maybe they could find some time to do something else, but then he reminded himself of where they were.  He signaled for Thad to follow him.

“I don’t know how I let you talk me into this,” Thad said.

They walked into the park, along the familiar trail.  Down one path, then off on another, and yet another going in a direction few walkers ever went.  Kevin signaled with his head for Thad to follow him along a thin path through the trees.  They had fooled around in different spots all over the park, mostly kissing and groping. 

He moved on impulse, searching out some perfect spot.  He walked until he felt far enough away so they wouldn’t be seen.  They stopped to catch their breath, to listen and make sure no one else was around and they wouldn’t be disturbed.
Kevin looked to the older man, stared him in the eye before he pulled off his shirt and threw it to him.  Thad shook his head as if he was shaking away guilt before he pulled off his own shirt.  Kevin let his shorts drop, stuck his thumbs in the waist band of his jock, ran them between the fabric and his own skin, moved his thumbs down to the straps where he toyed with them, toyed with Thad’s desire.

“You’re naughty,” Thad said.

“Maybe we both are,” Kevin said.

They listened for a moment to make sure no one had heard them.  They stepped to each other with their hands slightly out anticipating the touch.  They reached for skin at the same time.  They were simultaneously delighted by the feel of their touch and being touched. 

They kissed.

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Shadow's Night (Excerpt) Chapter 02 - Spilled Blood

After shooting a man while on a bender of drugs he was supposed to sell Conrad flees the city and goes to a place where he believes no one will find him, the home of Simon Winters, an old cellmate from his years in juvenile detention.  But he knows he can’t stay for long and Conrad’s greed inadvertently causes Simon to confront his past and his life in a small town where memories run deep.  How will Simon survive Conrad’s path to darkness?   

Present Day...

Rain fell against the windshield of the parked ‘94 Lincoln as it sat in the back of the grocery store parking lot away from customers and light.  Inside the car two men, Conrad and Marcus, sat contemplating their fates and what one of them had done.  Conrad, the younger of the two, looked out through the splattered rain drops into the night sky.  He wanted to confess something they both knew.  He wanted to say it even though it didn’t seem rational.

There had been minutes of silence between them after Marcus had picked him up and driven him to the lot.  Marcus had been a mentor and his lover for over two years.  He was a strong man, tough and unsympathetic.  He had decried sentimentality and empathy on a regular basis.  And Conrad was afraid how the man would react.

“Marcus, I shot someone,” Conrad said. 

When Marcus didn’t respond he looked to the older man who sat next to him blowing smoke out of the partially open window.  Marcus knocked ash onto the floor.  He stroked his beard, scratched at his throat as if he were massaging the words there.

“Tell me about it,” Marcus said.

“I was over at Tina’s.  It was early morning so no one was there.  I was playing 9-Ball alone just to hone my skills.  I had been up a few days snorting Ritalin and whatever else so I was scratching and getting frustrated.  I was lining up a shot and not paying attention, bam, he blindsides me.” 

Conrad thought about the way the enforcer hit him, lifted him from the ground and sent him flying into a nearby table, the feeling of the edge against his back, falling to the ground, and the way the carpet felt on his hands.  He shook off the memory. 

“I look up and it’s Dylan.  He never liked me and he’s got this look in his eye because for once he’s justified to kick the shit out of me.”

“But how did you get mixed up with that sadistic bastard?” Marcus asked.

“He had that pharmaceutical connection.  I thought it would be easy money.  Everyone at the clubs and parties wants the pills because they know it’s uncut and high quality and I knew I could overcharge them.  It would be a hustle but still it would be worth it.  The weed from you was good but this was... I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s your life.  You were being an entrepreneur.”

“Anyway, he’s on me but it’s like he’s toying with me.  That was the worst part.  I’m saying anything I can to get him to stop.  I say, ‘I’ll do anything’ and he laughs at me.  He tells me he had a bet that I’d try to bribe him with sex and how fags were good earners but could never be real members. 

“I start to get to my knees but I’m dizzy and he grabs hold of my hair, I fall against him.  He starts laughing.  That’s when I got my gun from the ankle holster and I press the barrel up into his balls.  Fucker turned white as a ghost, he was scared of me or some freak accident. 

“I had him good.  He lets me go and backs away.  I get to my feet but stagger.  He moves like he’s coming at me but there’s too much distance and I steady myself.  I can feel as I look at him, this maggot is mine.”

“You shot him?”

“No, not like that.  I was ready to let him go.  I just wanted some sleep.  He starts saying things like how this isn’t over and how I owe money, and how the next time he sees me it’s personal, that he’ll take my head off and let guys use it for a toilet.  It all felt so weird.  I knew what I was doing but I don’t know.  He says to me, ‘Next time I-’ and that’s when I pointed my gun at his chest. 

“He held out his hand and you know the funny thing is that I shot it.  I shot his hand.  I’ve barely used a gun but it just popped up, bam.  I see him start to go weak but I’m thinking I have to finish this so I shoot at him.  One shot hits the wall, another hits some glass, and I’m panicking so I close on him and bam, bam, he’s down and out.”

Marcus sat in the passenger seat slowly nodding.

“What do I do now?”

“Now you run,” Marcus said.

“What?  Why?  No one else saw me.  Did they?”

“Some waitress named Brenda saw the whole thing from behind the door.  She called the police, said you shot him in cold blood.  The police have a sketch of your face and a description.  They don’t know your name but they’ll probably find fingerprints.  The Brotherhood got to her after that which is how I know.  I heard it from her directly, and they know your name.  They’re coming after you.” 

“Even you?”

Marcus gave him a look and Conrad let out a nervous laugh.

“I care about you but this can’t be fixed.  You have to get out of this city and start over somewhere.  You can’t go home and you can’t go to any relative’s place.  Drive out to the West Coast and get lost there.”

“What about us?”

“Maybe one day, when I retire or maybe I can meet up with you sometime, somewhere on a vacation but you know everything I do is with the club.”

“I’ll be alone,” he said.  He didn’t know if he loved the man.  He didn’t believe in love.  But he did need the man.  He could rely on him.

Some part of him wanted to be just cold and calculating.  Some part of him wanted to believe Marcus cared.  He wanted to believe it wasn’t a facade like when he pretended to be tough and when he pretended to be straight.  He had to find out.  He had to make the man feel something for him.  He winced and looked to his hands.  He felt like he could cry but he knew that would be too weak to Marcus.  He had to have strength enough to hold the tears back.

“Do you have enough?”

“I’ve got a little of what I was selling, some cash I was going to pay him, a few things but nothing of real value.”

Marcus reached into the breast pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a roll of bills wrapped in rubber bands.  The wad had been stuck together for some time and was old and not bills recently taken from a cash machine.

“There’s three grand there in small bills mostly.  That’s the best I can come up with right now from my squirrel fund.”

“I need more than this,” Conrad said.  “I can’t live like I did before when I was on the street.  I can’t go back to that.”

“Do you have some place you can stay for a while?  I can get you some more money unless you find some of your own.”

Conrad slouched in his seat as he tried to think over his friends in life, someone the police and the gang wouldn’t know about, couldn’t find through a simple background check.  There was one name that came to mind, they had been close once for a brief time but never stayed in contact.  It would be easy enough to track him down.

“Yeah, I might know someone,” Conrad said.

“Good, take the car and drive out now, as far as you can.  No one knows what you’re driving so don’t get panicked.  You find a place off the main road somewhere and crash for a few days to sleep this off.  We’ll stay in contact through my second burner phone, no one knows about it.”

“This guy, he lives-”

Marcus silenced him with a finger.

“I don’t want to know where.  You need to get safe, let this blow over, and I’ll contact you.”

“Thank you,” Conrad said.

“Come here,” Marcus replied.

Conrad leaned over to hug Marcus but was lifted to his lap where they embraced and kissed as the older man ran his hands under the younger man’s shirt to his shoulder blades where he grasped at the skin there.

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Amateur Doesn't Mean New (Excerpt)

After a few hours more guys were on the bench with me than waiting to wrestle but I didn’t talk to them much.  Just a comment here and there until one guy stepped up to wrestle Chester, an oafish looking guy clearly above his weight class I thought Chester would lose easily but his speed and strength were too much for the larger man.  I found myself laughing harder at the situation until finally Chester was literally running circles around the guy, teasing him by slapping his ass and back.

The other guys thought it was funny but at some point Chester and I locked eyes and he signaled for me to quiet down but I couldn’t.  I found myself wanting to be defiant so I started making wise cracks to the other guys not just about the guys ability but his size and that was when Chester stopped the match and came over to where I sat.

“I didn’t see you out there all night.  What about it?  Are you man enough?  I know you got the balls, I can see that clearly but maybe those are just for show.”

I swallowed hard and looked him in the eye.  I wanted to bash him right there.  I wanted to jump him, get on top of him, and start hitting him but I stopped myself from acting.  It wasn’t just that he was a great wrestler and maybe, probably could have sent me to the floor, or that he was right because I hadn’t wrestled anyone the whole night, but what he said reached all the way back to my childhood.

“So what about it?  Did you wear that uniform just to show off your big dick or are you going to get out here and wrestle someone?”

I smiled, opened my mouth to speak, and leaned back.  I looked round to the other guys who looked back at me seriously, too seriously.

“I’m not, I mean, I would but you know.  Everyone else seemed to have a partner and it was... I don’t know.”

“You’re making excuses.  How many of you were new tonight?”

I felt motion around me, looked to see five guys all with their hands in the air.  I felt my face warm.  I wanted to walk away, get my stuff and leave but I felt the shoes on my feet, the material around my thighs, pulling at my shoulders, the way air hit my ribs and sides.  I had worn this, come here for a purpose.

Okay, I thought, he’s challenging me.  I thought about how he had been with all the other guys then I thought about how he might be tired, the size of him.  Maybe I would get lucky, maybe he would go easy on me, or maybe I could challenge someone else.

“Who?” I asked.

“Me,” he answered.

I shook my head.

“Come on, get out here or else you’ll be a chicken.  Maybe we should tar and feather you, march you around campus.”

“Come on,” I said.  He was joking.  Wasn’t he?

They laughed but he got serious and then I heard someone point out his change in demeanor then laugh harder.  I stood.  They started to howl and cheer, clap, hands patted me on the back, my ass.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” Ed said in my ear.

I stepped down from the bleachers and Chester turned with me, directed me out to the empty mat, followed me.  Everyone got down and formed a ring around us as we moved together to the center of the mat.  He smiled a little and I smiled back but his face got serious again.  He had the best poker face I had seen in years.  This wasn’t just a regular match.  This was personal somehow.

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Josh thought Todd looked defeated as they walked back to his car.  The date hadn’t happened the way he would have wanted it to happen but there seemed to be little he could do to save it.  They got into the car and he began to drive.  He turned left out of the parking lot not sure where he was headed.  Todd sunk against the passenger side door.

No one spoke for a long time and Josh felt worse with each moment of silence.  He thought about the coffee Todd had ordered, the counting of money as they waited to order.  Not everyone can be bankrolled by scholarships and a father’s money, though he didn’t spend it the way his father would have approved, but still it was his money.  He wanted to change everything, make the date, the night better.  He wanted to make Todd happy but there was little that interested him.  Then the thought occurred to him.

“Do you want to see my campus?” Josh asked.

Todd looked up from the door and to Josh who stopped the car at a red light and looked back.

“What do you mean?”

Josh shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, it’s pretty late and most everyone is gone.  Sometimes on nights like this I just like to walk around my campus.  Most every building is locked but there are still some cool things to see.  Do you have to be home soon?”

Todd looked to his watch and saw that it was only after 8 o’clock.  He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Why not?”.

The light turned green and Josh told Todd to get his phone out and type in the address of the campus as he had gotten himself lost.  In minutes they were on the highway and headed to campus after that he followed the familiar route back into the parking and found an empty spot under a light.  He made sure the windows were up and both doors were locked when they were closed.

They walked together from the lot, not too close, friend close.  And Josh suddenly thought about what he was doing.  He was taking his date, another boy on campus.  Would he want to see his dorm?  Would his roommates be home?  Would they meet?  Would they know he was gay and by extension know that Josh was gay?  What the hell kind of date was this?

As they got closer to the housing area they heard the sounds of a party.  It wasn’t where Josh had wanted to go.  He wanted to go somewhere else.  He had something else in mind.  If it worked.  But as they walked by the party Todd seemed distracted by the activity.  They stopped.

“Want to go inside?”

“Do you know who’s party it is?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Josh answered.

“Oh,” Todd replied.  He had never been inside a college party.  “Maybe we can just check it out.”

“Sure,” Josh said before turning back and leading the way to the party that was on the second floor of an dorm apartment style building.  Todd followed close behind, closer when they entered into the dark, barely lit space.  Inside the bass that they heard was overwhelming along with a cacophony of people talking and the finer parts of the music.

People stood anywhere they wanted.  They lined the hallway, moved back and forth into rooms, stayed in doorways, but Josh led them to the living room where a small DJ table had been set-up along with several speakers.  The source of the music was a skinny man who pressed headphones to one ear as he stared at a laptop screen and held the other hand over what looked like a turn table.

Todd thought to say something and he moved closer but Josh stopped and he bumped into him.

“Sorry,” he yelled out.

Josh turned to him.

“What do you think?”

“Let’s get out of here,” Todd yelled.

Josh nodded and Todd turned and began to push his way back through the crowd that seemed to have grown behind them.  With Josh’s help he pushed back out into the cool winter night, past the smokers and down the steps to the sidewalk.  Todd suck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around to try and get his ears to return to normal.  Josh moved to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Not your thing?”

“It was so loud,” Todd said.

“Come on,” Josh replied.

They walked from the apartments to the dorms and Josh pointed out that was where most Freshman lived then they made their way to the campus of brick and stone buildings, connected by concrete and brick paths, lined with trimmed trees and landscaped bushes.  It was supposed to look natural but it still felt constructed, designed.  They passed one building and Josh said it was gymnasium.

“Do they have a pool?”

“They do but the building is locked.  And it has security, I know because I go there like everyday for training.”

“So no skinny dipping then?”

Josh turned to Todd and laughed before looking away and quickening his pace.  He called for Todd to follow him and Todd picked up his own speed past the sign that said Library.  They entered easily and Josh led them down a hallway past the elevators and to a stairwell.

“You can’t trust the elevators at night,” Josh said before he began to climb the steps two at a time.

Todd tried to follow in the same way but found by the third floor he was falling behind so when Josh noticed he slowed and waited until Todd caught up with him until the seventh floor, the top floor.  Josh exited into the hallway and Todd followed.  They walked down the long hall to the other wing of the building.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” Josh said.  “If it works.”

Josh stopped at another stairwell door but this one had a turn handle and was locked.  Josh produced his student ID and easily picked the lock then opened the door.  He ushered Todd inside then gently let the door swing back into place stopping it short from closing.  Todd spotted the stairs up and the sign that said, roof access.  He looked to Josh who smiled back then led the way.  He got to the top of the stairs and picked another lock and opened the door.  Todd followed and stepped out onto the gravel covered roof top where he spotted two, upside down lawn chairs that had been left there for frequent visitors.

“People come here regularly?” he asked.

“Mostly smoke breaks,” Josh said.  “I found all kinds of cigarette butts up here before.”

“Nice,” Todd said.

“Let’s have a seat,” Josh said.  He moved to the two chairs and turned them over.

“It’s the middle of winter,” Todd said.

“Thank god for global warming because this is the mildest winter ever,” Josh replied.

“So they say.”  He moved to one of the upturned chairs and sat.  Josh did the same nearby.  They were close enough to touch knees, hold hands but Todd left his firmly in his pockets.

From their spot they could see the tops of trees, part of the night sky and only a few stars that weren’t blocked out by the campus lights.

“So do you bring lots of dates up here?” Todd asked.

“You’re the first,” Josh replied.

And like that, somehow, their tension was broken between them, diffused.  They were both no longer thinking about other things.  They had pushed through a limit together, broken rules together.

“My date sucked,” Todd said.

Josh let out a laugh then stopped himself.

“It was fine,” he said.

“No it wasn’t.  It sucked.  And not in a good way.”

Josh didn’t laugh and Todd found himself searching for new words as his joke had gone down in flames.

“So how did you find out about this place?”

“I get restless sometimes and I used to hate sleeping in my old dorm room because it was a shared room.  So I used to go out at night and just wonder around.  I started finding things.”

“And picking locks,” Todd added.

“Not to anything too private or sensitive, just locks for stairwells and things.”

“Right,” Todd said.  “So where are they hiding the UFO?”

Josh made a polite laugh then said he couldn’t tell.

“See my point,” Todd said.

They sat in the darkness for a moment without speaking until Josh asked if he could hold Todd’s hand.

“It’s cold,” Todd said.

“It doesn’t matter, I can warm it up,” Josh replied.

“No, my hand is fine I mean the weather it’s cold out here,” Todd said.

“Oh,” Josh said.  “Do you want to go back inside?”

“In a little bit,” Todd said.  He stood and walked to the railing at the back of the building.

Down below he could see the empty lawn covered over mostly in shadow and snow which made the surface look strange as if it were a flat surface.  He was surprised when he felt Josh move behind him.  He thought about turning around but as Josh moved closer he welcomed the idea of what he thought might happen.  He was still pleasantly surprised when he felt the reality of it, the pressure of Josh against his backside, arms around him.

“Is this okay?” Josh asked.

“Yes,” Todd answered.

“Can I kiss you?”

Todd turned his head to where he thought Josh’s mouth would meet him and it was there, somehow more warm than he had expected.  Their tongues touched.  His cheeks burned.  He grabbed at Josh’s hands that grabbed at his own leather jacket.  They kissed for a long time until their seemed no reasonable way out of their predicament and then Todd pulled out of the embrace and turned on his new partner.

“What are we doing?”

“It seemed right,” Josh said.

“I know but--”

“Don’t worry about it,” Josh interrupted, “no one comes up here.”

“That wasn’t what I was thinking.  It’s cold.  It’s winter.”

“Let’s go inside,” Josh said.  “There are plenty of places.”

Todd reached back for the railing.  He felt as if he would collapse for a moment before a resurgence of strength.  He was worried that someone would find them.  He was worried they would get caught.  But he was worried about something else.  It felt like it could be the end of the world.  Josh reached out and took his hand then pulled him from the railing and back to the door where he led them back inside down the stairs to the door out into the hallway but it was closed.

“Fuck,” Josh said.

“It closed on us?”

“Looks like it but I can pick it,” Josh said.

Todd was suddenly worried about what or who they might find on the other side of that door so he turned Josh to him and moved to kiss him again.  He was suddenly aware of their size difference, their body difference, and all in the fake, white light of the stairwell.  But his body felt warmer, warmer but not entirely comfortable.  He pulled back from Josh.

“I don’t want to go all the way,” he said.

“Okay,” Josh responded.  “What’s ‘all the way’ mean to you?”

Todd smiled.

“You know,” he said.

Josh pulled him into a kiss then pushed them together across the landing to the wall as his hands began to push against Todd’s clothing, under his jacket and shirt his cold hands grabbed at Todd’s flesh.  But they were cold hands, a stranger’s hands.  Todd closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he enjoyed the sensations.  Then the hands were gone from his ribs and he felt his jeans being tugged at, opened.  His underwear manipulated.  He inhaled deeply.

Eyes tightly shut he tried to not think about the lights, the cold stairwell, the night sky and then they were gone and something else occupied his brain, a feeling and desperation.  He grabbed at Josh’s hair, felt the back of his head.

“Oh god,” he said.

Nude Recruits (excerpt from Teased: Brief Erotic Stories)

When my roommate in college told me that he was going to be joining a fraternity I simply wished him luck because I had a pretty good idea from all of the television I had watched what happened during a hazing of new recruits.

Orientation week before classes he disappeared on Saturday evening and he didn’t return until the next Sunday morning chipper and full of energy.  I awoke to his key in the door turning back the auto-locking deadbolt but I rolled over to go back to sleep when the door hit the wall.  He was so excited.

I rolled back over to see him move to his corner of the room where his bed was as he began to undress.  I watched for a moment as his bare back flexed in the gold sunlight.  I could see the back of his head and his blonde, curly hair.  I was hard instantly.

And as he pulled down his pants I eagerly awaited him to drop his underwear and maybe catch a glimpse of his pale buttocks.  But he didn’t.  Instead he turned on me, or at least in my direction and I closed my eyes.

“Hey Craig, are you awake?”

“What is it Josh?” I replied.

“I’m a member now.  It was hell but I did it.”

He moved to the bathroom door and since I knew he was headed through the doorway I peaked again but was disappointed to see he was still in his boxers.  He closed the door and I waited.

The shower water ran for a long time before it was off and he was out of the bathroom with a white cotton towel around his waist.  He was at the sink and mirror.  By that time with all the water I had to urinate but now I had an erection again so I had to figure out how to negotiate the situation.  But as I watched him I couldn’t help but notice that he had no body hair.  I mean when I saw him last he had little, light body hair but now he had none.  No armpit hair even, so I asked him about it.

“Dude it was sick.  The first thing they made us do when we got there was strip each other down using only our teeth.  I saw more dick this weekend than is in a gay porno.”

“That’s a lot of dick,” I said.

“Seriously dude I ain’t kidding.  Balls, dick, man-ass... I can’t really go into the details but I know for sure now that I am not gay.  I mean not to say I did anything gay, just normal hazing stuff but still.  We were naked at one point and jumping up and down in front of these cheerleaders.  We had to do this whole dance routine.  It was crazy.”

“Didn’t suck anything did you?”

“Funny, but no, I didn’t suck any dick,” he said.

He walked to his corner of the room and pulled on a new pair of underwear under his towel before he took it off.  I could still see the way his underwear clung to his skin, the way his buttocks flexed as he moved.  I was flat on my stomach trying to ignore my throbbing cock against the bed, not think about me leaking and staining the mattress.

“Too bad initiation is over because you should have considered joining,” he said.

I suddenly felt guilty.  Did he think I would have enjoyed the hazing?  Was it obvious I was gay and checking him out in our room?

“There are a lot of benefits to joining.  They have private parties, discounts at stores owned by legacy members, and even study groups.  Bet you didn’t think they’d have that?  But a lot of the guys are very smart.”

He pulled on his undershirt, jeans, and then tucked the former into the latter before he tightened his belt.  I watched as he filled his pockets with his possessions, found a t-shirt, then pulled it over his head.  He looked at himself in the mirror.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“Looks good,” I said.

“I’m going for brunch.  Are you going?”

“Maybe,” I said.  I wanted to get up, shower, dress, and follow along with him but the erection was too much so I thought I would wait, rub one out, and then do everything, maybe catch up with him at the table.

“Well, don’t be too long, they’re only open for another hour,” he said.

“No problem,” I replied.

He left our room and I finally could roll to my back and reach for my cock.  I played with it a little bit.  I was on edge.  I wished I could have used a sock to catch my cum but having a roommate made it impossible to keep one.  I thought about crossing to the bathroom but didn’t like the idea even though it was my room and I was alone.  I decided to use my underwear.  I slipped them off, doubled them over and held it to the lip when I finally climaxed.

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Tasteful Nude (excerpt Teased: Brief Erotic Stories)

Three days later the photographer paged Evan who called back as soon as he could on his next break.  The photographer, Todd, said that he remembered Evan from the store but he wasn’t very convincing.  They made an appointment for an audition on the following Tuesday when Evan had the evening off.

Evan dressed in his best shirt, open at the collar but tucked in to a pair of slacks.  He made a point of wearing cologne, his best watch and a four-leaf clover pendant necklace his mother had given him when he turned fifteen.  He followed the directions Todd gave him to one of the few three story buildings in the next town over.  He parked in the gravel lot beside the building and headed in through the gray heavy door as he had been instructed.

Inside he followed the sound of a television up the stairs and through a doorless archway into a large room where he saw a backdrop in the far corner surrounded on three sides by studio lights.  To the left he saw the back of a television, the soles of boots, the cherry of a cigarette or a joint then he made out a thin man in the darkness who stared back at him through round spectacles.

“You must be Evan,” the man said.

“Todd?” he asked.

“That’s me.  Just let me finish watching this, oh it went to commercial break, come on over and let’s talk.”

Evan looked around the rest of the space.  He made out a table along the wall to his right where he could see a drying machine, a light table, and a collection of other items like cans of film, magazines, and photo albums.  The guy was a little weird but it seemed legit.  He walked over to where the man sat on a love seat with his boots propped on a milk crate.  Evan made out a second small couch against the wall but had to maneuver between the boots and the television to get to it.  Evan looked down to see a sleeping cat.

“Just kick her out of there,” Todd said.

He reached for it but Todd was quicker to throw a magazine at it.  The cat woke with the hit and looked up to Evan who only smirked an apology.  The cat moved slowly and Evan assumed its spot.

“Beer?” Todd asked.  He pointed to a mini-fridge under an old lamp that sat positioned between the two couches for easy access.

“Sure,” Evan said helping himself.

“Give me one,” Todd said.

He handed the man a beer before opening his own and reclining again.

“Alright let me go get a photo album and show you what I am looking for.”  Todd stood, drank deeply from his can before carrying it with him over to the light table where he finished it then dropped it in a pile of cans.  He picked up a album and returned to where Evan sat and set it delicately crate before turning on the light and getting another beer for himself and opening it easily with one hand while he opened the book.

“I do lots of different things.  I used to run a family portrait studio with a friend but he screwed me out of the business.  I can still pick up work doing that kind of stuff but usually I try to go there to do it.  You know, high school proms and stuff, or portraits in the house around the fireplace, or graduation photos.  But now I got into commercial photography through a friend and I have been doing advertisement work.”

The booklet was full of glossy sheet protectors with studio portraits of men and women next to a magazine ads for a clothing or department store, sometimes in the same poses.  They were in various stages of dress and ranged from kids to adults.

“You see it’s up to regional managers to do the advertisements for the newspapers so they hire guys like me to take the photos.  I am always looking for new models because if people see the same models in the pictures it takes away from the ad so there has to be a rotation of faces.  I can use the same people for years but not all the time.  So I have something coming up.  Are you interested?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Evan answered.

“Good, so today I just want to do some test photos.  Look through the book while I get things set up.”

Evan took a drink of his beer then continued to look through the photos.  It was too easy, but then again it wasn’t guaranteed, just a few extra bucks here and there maybe.  He looked to the television, which was black and white and shrugged his shoulders.  The guy must not be rich, or else he doesn’t spend his money on televisions.

The commercial ended and Jeopardy came back from a commercial break, the volume was low.  He looked to the corner of the room where Todd turned on the studio lights and prepped his camera on a tripod.  He finished turning the page and looked back down at the page.  A woman in a braw and panties stared back at him from dual images, one with names for the garments and the other just a pale white background like the one in the studio.  She was in the same pose of casualness in both.

“Come on over,” Todd said positioning a stole in front of the camera.

Evan stood and walked to the stole where he paused to see what Todd would say next.  He instructed him to sit and he did.  Then he took a picture.  Evan laughed and said that he had been caught off guard.  Then turned his head a little, tried to think attractive thoughts, tried to remember what the photographer had told him in all his school portraits.

“Just be natural,” Todd said.  “Don’t pose.”

“What do you mean?”

“Here have another drink.”

Evan took the can and drank deeply this time, as he did he heard another snap of the camera.

“Just don’t think about it.  It’s just you and me.  Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell me about yourself.  Start with your name.  Tell me about anything.  Tell me about your life.  What do you do?  Tell me about some chick your banging.  Does she have big tits?”

Evan let out another laugh.  It was always like this with guys, always some derogatory statement about women.  He always played along to get along though.

“Well there’s my wife.  She’s pregnant now so she’s got big tits.  Of course they're swollen and really sensitive so she doesn’t let me play with them.”

Todd broke into laughter then said, “always the way isn’t it.  They finally have something we want and we can’t play with it because they’re afraid we’ll break it or something.”

“Yeah it’s horrible, I mean she’s pregnant and now she’s basically bed ridden.”

“Sorry to hear that man,” Todd said.

“I don’t have to deal with it much though.  I am usually out working.  Two jobs, you know.  Just to make ends meet and hopefully save a little for after the baby comes.”

“So the next part may sound weird but you saw the photos right, well I need you to take off your clothes.  Start with your shirt.”

Evan stood and looked to Todd behind the camera but he could barely make him out in the lights.  He had seen the pictures, lots of pictures of people, and he thought about the last one, the one with the woman who looked back at him from both a studio portrait and an ad, so he unbuttoned his shirt.  Todd continued to snap pictures as they talked.

“The next job is a swimsuit thing, so I’ll need to see what you look like.  What type of underwear are you wearing?”

“Uh, I didn’t know I would be doing this so I just wore a pair of briefs.  Is that okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine,” Todd said.  “Unless you are uncomfortable then we can find something else.  I have shorts around here somewhere.”

He undid his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants to let them fall open.  He felt awkward but as he thought about stopping, about Todd finding some pair of shorts it felt more ridiculous after all the pictures he had seen.  But just his underwear, he thought, and hopefully he wouldn’t get an erection.

“Good,” Todd said.  “Now turn away from the camera and look back to it.  That’s it.  Very nice.  Now look away from the camera and put your head down.  Now place your hands behind your back.  Nice, now turn to the side and put your hands on your hips.  Why don’t you throw your clothes off to the side while I get my second camera.”

Evan squatted to pick up his clothes and Todd was quicker than he had expected, as he was already taking more pictures.

“Did you get a nice shot of my ass?” Evan joked.

“Keep your clothes in your hands and turn towards the camera.”

Evan turned to the camera with his clothes hugged against his chest, one shoe in the crook of his arm the other against his left breast, an aqua green sleeve hung loose, his shoulders up and his face low as he stared back at the camera with a furrowed brow.

“Very nice,” Todd said.  “Now just throw everything to the side.”

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