AJH diligently fails to get to grips with yet more social media.
It must be hard to be a pink sheep among all those white shep. Being different, yet still the same. Being the same, but different. [...] Why, then, did this pink sheep look so happy? Wasn't he ashamed to be pink? [...] The others would be able to tell he was different, just by looking at him."
"Gym-twink, Euro, and a double plus for body because I work out. I have chest and leg hair, but qualify as a spiff for dark brown hair and its business cut. I'm no ditz and am the dominant partner in a relationship. No whining. I use a tanning bed. I'm a man in my early forties and desire a partner near my age. My shaft of bull meat also qualifies as a plus-plus and I have an ample ball sac. I've been told my cream is pleasant. Probably because I watch my diet and I'm no fan of asparagus. The word is 'twinkhawk,' not 'twinkmeister," and I'm looking for a relationship, not a string of uncommitted hookups. That gets old, or maybe I'm the one getting old. I don't swish, nor do I desire one who does."
Structurally, Jeremy could take his muscle and dominance. He didn't need to worry about bruising or breaking his partner. He also didn't need to feel like he was constantly wrestling for dominance.
Jeremy had never been a fan of an evening spent at the movies ... This time, though, it had been different. He'd had a good time. The tub of hot, buttered popcorn was not only heavenly, but he hadn't had to share.
"So, faggots, which one of you pitches and which one catches?"
While [Jeremy] stood there frozen, Travis stepped between him and the bully. An ugly red flush painted his cheeks and his hands curled into ham-like fists at his sides. "I do the fucking," said Travis. The menacing growl in his voice stilled the flock of giggling toadies. "And unless you step back, I'll show you how I do it."
He hissed, a mixture of pleasure and protest, as his energy grabbed his playmate and dug in.
He felt boundaries, the energy levels that everyone had and those that identified Jeremy from anyone else, shift, shudder, and give way. He surged, penetrating his partner the way only a dominant does, shattering the sub's world and reforming him into a vessel molded for his tastes and pleasure.
Aaron took his hand away from his cock. “Touch it then."
Jake tentatively reached out and pressed his palm flat against Aaron's stomach, his fingers fanning out then staying still, letting the heat soak into them. He was deathly afraid to move them any further. Aaron stayed still as well, unnaturally still for him, letting Jake simply touch him. The only thing moving either of them was Aaron's steady breathing as his stomach rose and fell slightly under Jake's hand.
"Beautiful,” Jake whispered. “The pictures could never hold you. This is mine; this is what I was trying to find."
"Now that it's found,” Aaron replied as his fingers combed through Jake's hair, “don't lose it again.”
"She's not going to get you fish, you know. She'll more than likely get you the chicken salad sandwich I always get on Tuesdays from the deli down on the corner."
"You eat the same thing every Tuesday?"
"And Wednesday and Thursday and Friday... do you see a pattern?"
"I think you and your Ho-Hos need to branch out more."
"And eat trout?"
"Maybe even bear."
"Yeah, uh-uh, I'm thinking ‘no’ on the bear."
"You gotta live dangerously, Mozart; there are only so few days each year bear is in season, you know."
"When exactly is bear season?"
"How the hell should I know? You're the one who reads Field and Stream, for chrissake."
"This conversation is going nowhere fast."
"It's not my fault you're a conversation killer."
"Is that in any way, shape, or form like a serial killer?"
Aaron grinned. “A little, only with slightly less body parts in your freezer."
"That's good, because then there would be no room for the bear."
"Jake. He didn't say a thing. He didn't argue. He didn't tell me ‘no, you can't'. He didn't say anything at all."
"What did you tell him, Aaron?” Alyson asked in a low voice."
I told him I said yes."
"Yes to what?"
"He didn't fight for me, Aly. I thought maybe he would."
"Goddammit, Aaron, tell me what the hell you're talking about. What did you say yes to and why isn't Jake talking to you?"
"Matt asked me to move in with him. Three nights ago. He told me he loved me and wanted me with him all the time because he missed me when I wasn't. No one has ever told me that; no one has ever wanted to be with me all the time."
"No one? You honestly believe that? What then do you call Jake calling you in the middle of the night because he needs to know you're there? What do you call him coming to your place when he barely goes anywhere at all because he knows you'll be there? What the hell is that if not missing you and wanting to be with you all the time?"
"I know, but he's never told me. He's never said the words like Matt did. I never know with him.”
That sexual thickness pushed inside him for an extended moment that stretched to eternity. His body ignited with a spear of sexual heat. The unexpected sensation left him thunderstruck, dazed and soaring. It was a revelation, as if a veil had been stripped away and suddenly he could see color. His body melted into fiery sweetness.
Law nuzzled his ear. “Still think you’re the man?
I am not going to crumble like a virgin girl. I’m a guy. This is just sex.
Of course, the old fellow was a throwback, not even to the ancien régime, but to some chivalrous and quite possibly mythical period long before. Whereas he, Max, was the coming man, cool, ruthless, unburdened by God or morality: the future.