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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

by RobertFoley


I sighed.

It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San Francisco with Matt for the weekend, and I was determined to get my work mailbox cleared by the end of the day.

Matt and I had been together for almost a year now. He recently moved in with me in my apartment on Riker Street in downtown Salinas, California. And things were going very well. I had taken him to a formal work affair, and my female colleagues fawned around him all evening. The next day they couldn’t stop talking about him. I was so proud that I was able to take my sexy musclehunk to an event like that in formalwear and show him off.

Living together didn’t really raise any issues between us. I found out that Matt’s sex drive is even crazier than I already knew, but I enjoy satisfying him. I learned that he doesn’t mind doing chores around the house and that he actually prefers to be naked when he is home. As a gym teacher, he has shorter hours, and sometimes I work late. So I have gotten home to the sight of him unloading the dishwasher in the nude, which immediately resulted in wild sex in the kitchen. Once I was working late on this presentation, and when I got home I saw Matt had fallen asleep in front of the TV, with the remote still in his open hand. Again, he was naked and must have been having an exciting dream as his uncircumcised cock was fully erect. He awoke to me fingering him, which resulted in a pretty fast orgasm, that made him faint. So even though he was only awake for a few seconds of it, he said he had found that really hot. I have started to pride myself on giving Matt these handsfree orgasms that make him faint. From what he says it means they are extra intense and I consider it a compliment.

I heard a key go into the front door and Matt entered with two bags of groceries and his gym bag. “Hey babe”, he said. He seemed very upbeat as he marched through the apartment toward the kitchen and planted a kiss on my mouth. “Hey, it’s my sexy man”, I said. Matt wore a grey tanktop and tight jeans and looked phenomenal. He smelled slightly sweaty, which was quite the turn-on. “Did you go to the gym?”, I asked as I watched his ass in his jeans as he put the groceries away. “Heck yeah! Can’t have Dave mock me if I’m out of shape!”

Matt was really excited about this weekend. His best friend David from back in Australia was coming to San Francisco this weekend. They hadn’t seen each other in so long, Matt had been like an excited little boy all week. David and Matt played rugby on the same team when Matt’s head injury turned out worse than expected. From Matt’s stories, David had always been supportive and was the only teammate who had remained in touch. So naturally this weekend we would go see this rugby match. I had seen some videos of Matt playing back in the day, but had never gone to see a match live. David would be bringing is girlfriend of three years, Natalie. I had seen them on Skype before, but we hadn’t met.

“Let me have a quick shower, babe”, Matt said when he had put the groceries away. “You almost done?” “I’ll still be a little while, I think. Sorry.” Matt disappeared into the bathroom. By the time I heard the shower turn off, I had finished replying to 5 more e-mails, but received three new ones. I quickly scanned through them to check if I could leave them till after the weekend. Matt came out of the shower naked, carrying a basket with clean clothing. From this point on, I knew it was going to be hard for me to get anything done. “Thanks for turning on the dryer, babe”, he said. “Let me iron your shirts so you’ll have clean ones to wear on Monday.” And there he went, ironing my shirts in the nude. His whole body moved as the iron slid across my shirts. I was mesmerized by his speedo tanlines that were still there from summer. It was hard to keep my eyes off his beautiful ass.

I decided right there that the laptop was closing for the weekend. I put my out-of-office-reply on and I snuck up behind Matt. My boner was already pushing my sweatpants up and forward, so when I gave him a hug from behind, I poked him in his lower back. “Oh, hello”, Matt said in a surprised tone. I fondled his chest and abs and slowly made my way down to his cock, which was soft and smooth, but definitely expanding. “Hey, you. You know I can’t resist you when you do chores naked.” “Am I keeping you from your work?”, Matt asked, now in a flirty tone. “You are”, I said, as I turned him around to face me and kissed him passionately. Now his cock started growing against mine without any help.

We continued to kiss as I directed him toward the sofa. He took my T-shirt off as I dropped and then kicked off my pants. We fell onto the sofa together as we continued to passionately make out. My hands were all over him and his over me. Soon enough he was sucking my cock. My legs became like jell-o and I felt my whole body start to tingle. My erection was now at full mast and I needed to have that ass. So after fucking Matt’s face with a few more thrusts, I made him bend over. Matt was now on the sofa on all fours and I ate him out. The smell and taste of his hole was something that to me, dreams were made of. The feeling of his massive cheeks enveloping my face made me even harder.

At one point I needed to come up for air, and heard Matt’s moaning had become desperate. So I made him flip onto his back and in a reflex he was holding his knees. I entered him and it felt so good. “Your cock feels so good inside me”, Matt managed to get out but I was fucking him so hard his whole body was moving. We hadn’t had sex since last night, about 16 hours ago. For us, that was quite a long time. I felt myself close to orgasm and realized I hadn’t made Matt cum yet. Usually this would have happened by now. “I’m getting close”, I announced, as far as I recall for the first time since I had known Matt. Matt let go of one knee and started jerking himself off. Which was also a first. His grunts got louder as he jerked himself to orgasm, just as I shot my load inside of him.

“You didn’t faint”, I said. Sweat was on Matt’s forehead nevertheless as he took my head in his hands and gave me a big kiss. “That was great”, he replied. “But... less great than usual?” “No, it was really good, babe, don’t worry! I don’t always faint when I orgasm!” My cock was getting softer and I realized I was still inside of him as I pulled out. “Seriously, you did amazing”, he repeated as he got up. He planted another quick kiss on my lips before he shuffled off for another quick shower as he had cum all over him. I shrugged and decided to let it go.

That night we watched a scary movie, which had us cuddled up close. In bed, Matt was looking sexy as usual as he had his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling as I jumped in next to him. Usually we fuck before we sleep and I was certainly in the mood as I caressed his chest, circled his nipples, and stroked his abs. But Matt was excited in a different way and couldn’t wait for our trip tomorrow. He was so happy to finally be able to introduce me to David and the other way around. He hugged me tight until I slowly felt his hold get weaker and realized he had fallen asleep.

The next morning Matt was no longer in bed when I woke up. The alarm said 7:39. I got up and walked to the living room. “Hey there, naked boyfriend!” Matt was making a protein shake. I gave him a kiss. He held the back of my head and extended the kiss. He gave me a quick tug on my penis, which was semi-hard. “Do you wanna join me on a run before we go?” “Oh. Sure. Give me a sec.”

I quickly went to the bathroom and changed before we did our usual run of about 45 minutes. Usually we did these runs on Saturday mornings, but because we were going to be away for the weekend, it was a good idea to do this now. I tended to dread them a little, but I always felt so good afterwards. Seeing Matt in spandex shorts also helped. Our neighbor Luisa tended to conveniently be by her front door on Saturday mornings, but this morning she obviously wasn’t there.

Once we got back, we jumped in the shower. Matt couldn’t resist going down to his knees and sucking my cock. He kept trying to deep-throat me but he kept choking on my rock hard, thick 8’’ dick. “Stop, you’re gonna make me cum!”, I said when he had really gone to town for about 5 minutes. But Matt didn’t stop. I moaned louder and louder and I came. Matt swallowed all of my cum. It was a really good orgasm as I got a bit wobbly and light-headed standing up in the shower. “That’s like my protein starter”, Matt joked. He stood up straight, licking his lips. “You OK?”, he asked. “Little light-headed and off-balance”, I said. “You just hold on, I’ll soap you down, babe.” A very erotic soapdown followed, but I soon got my bearings. I saw Matt’s erection throughout the shower, but he quickly cleansed himself and stepped out. I loved watching him towel off and I got aroused once more. I took over the towel from him and continued drying him. The towel made its way across his broad shoulders and pecs, his toned abs, and around his cock and balls. His massive thighs took me some time, both because of how large they are, but also because his cock was right in my face as I had crouched down. I started giving it kisses and licks, teasing him as I went. I saw his cock responding. “Hey babe, we should get going soon...” From all the way down I looked up at him with big eyes, my question non-verbal though loud and clear. “And I just got cleaned up. We may have some time at the hotel when Dave and Nat sleep off their jet-lag?” Disappointed I stood up straight and got my own towel. He had a point though as we quickly had our breakfasts and our protein shakes and then had to hit the road.

I drove the two hours to San Francisco Airport. Usually this drive meant I was about to go on a trip far away, but not this time. The entire drive Matt was fidgeting. It was hard for me to imagine having such a close friend so far away. David and Natalie had landed at 11:55 AM. Our car hit the airport parking spot at 12:01. They were probably awaiting their luggage, but we had to make our way to Arrivals. In the end we had only stood there for a few minutes when I saw a large man with dark blond hair and a shorter Asian woman come out. Matt inhaled sharply and walked toward David. David was rolling a suitcase behind him as he walked up to Matt, but left it standing up. “Oh my gosh, mate”, David said in an accent so similar to Matt’s. The two massive men hugged each other intensely. Natalie turned to me and shook my hand. “Hi, I’m Nat, you must be Alex.” Natalie also had that same accent, that had begun to sound so familiar to me. I started saying something but I heard David exclaim “Woah, there, mate, you’re alright, you’re alright”. Matt had fainted in David’s arms. Thankfully David was strong enough to hold him up. People around were looking at us. Matt’s head fell back and his limbs were flopping about as David tried to prop him up. In the end it only took a few seconds for Matt to regain consciousness. “Are you alright, mate?” Matt found his footing and David could let go. “I am great!”, Matt replied. “I got a bit too excited, I think. So good to see you.” They hugged again. “Don’t pass out on me this time”, David said. Matt then turned to Natalie and hugged her. Her skinny 5’5’’ frame disappeared in his built 5’10’’ body. “Good to see you, Nat.” David firmly shook my hand as he introduced himself. “Call me Dave”. Dave was about two inches taller than Matt, probably standing about 6’. They both had massive bodies, but Matt had already told me that Dave was slightly more built and that he had no issue pointing it out. “Let’s get to the hotel, because we are exhausted!” Dave announced.

Dave and Nat had been travelling for 43 hours. They had had a layover with a hotel in China, but the large time difference must have been difficult to cope with. They said they needed a nap, as the last flight lasted about 15 and a half hours, but that they would be up to explore the city soon.

My job gives me a discount to stay at Sheraton hotels, so I had insisted on getting us two rooms at the Sheraton Fisherman’s Wharf Hotel. This happened to be on the other side of the city, so it was another 40 minute drive. I drove, as Matt couldn’t stop talking to Dave and Nat, who seemed excited to be here, but also looked more and more tired. Matt talked about how he and I had met, and I loved the way he told that story. In his version of the story, I was the hot guy who suddenly appeared before him and he was the clumsy one getting drunk in my presence and trying to impress me.

Dave spoke up at one point and said that it was years ago that Matt came out to him as bisexual, but he had never seen him date another man. But he said the two of us looked good together, which I thought was really sweet. Nat asked if we would cross the Golden Gate bridge and Matt said that we would make sure to see it somewhere this weekend.

“Andrews, Burne, Chong and Masters?” “That must be us!” Our rooms were on the same floor, but mine and Matt’s was further down the hall. Which was perfect. Close together, but not invading each other’s privacy. At the front desk I asked to get a plate of fruit and cheese to be sent up to each of the rooms. “It is lunchtime after all”, I said. “Might be nice after your nap.” “It doesn’t feel like lunchtime”, Nat said, “but yeah, a nibble could be good”.

We agreed to meet in the lobby at 3PM, leaving time for Dave and Nat to get some sleep and freshen up. Matt and I put our bags in the room and saw how nice it was. “So...”, I asked. “Nap or walk around the city?” “Is there a third option?” I pushed Matt on the bed and unbuttoned his jeans. I sucked his cock as it quickly sprung to its rock hard 5’’ potential. I flipped him over, pulled off his jeans altogether and started a rimjob. His moans got louder and louder. I jerked him off at the same time and felt the precum dripping from his cockhead. My own cock grew to erection inside my own jeans.

“Please give me your cock, mate”. Matt tended to call me ‘mate’ whenever we had sex, and I thought it was really hot.

With him on all fours on the bed and me standing alongside it, it was easy to whip out my hard cock and start fucking him. His massive cheeks jiggled as I fucked him deep. I wanted to see that handsfree orgasm. I flipped him back around on his back and held his ankles as I continued fucking him. His hands caressed my chest and stomach, seemingly in awe of my body, even though I saw his as far superior. But then I saw his eyes get wider and knew he was getting close to orgasm. He held on to my thighs and stuttered “I’m gonna... I’m...”

I only started fucking him harder and faster and indeed, Matt’s cock erupted three jets of warm cum onto his own abs and chest. The grip on my thighs loosened as I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head. A last moan escaped his lips as his head fell back and he lost consciousness. I was close to my own orgasm so I ragdoll fucked him for about ten more thrusts. I pulled out and came, mixing my own cum with his.

There was a knock at the door. “Room service!” Fuck. The fruit and cheese. I looked around and quickly put a towel around my waist. I opened the door just a little, so there was no view of the naked unconscious body. “Hello Sir. You ordered some fruit and cheese?” A young man stood at the door in uniform with a cart. There were two plates. “Oh great...”, I mumbled. I fastened my towel around my waist and tried to take the two plates off the cart. “Allow me”, he said, as he pushed the door open and rode his cart in. “Uhmm..”, I started saying but as I turned around I saw that the bed was empty. The young hotel employee put the plates on the table and rode his cart back out. “Enjoy!” Before I knew it he was gone without me tipping him. Matt’s head popped out from the bathroom. “Did he leave?” I laughed.

To be continued....


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I woke up back in Brisbane on Friday morning. Matt and I had gotten back the day before. Shannan had been so excited to see us return and again made us way too much food for dinner. She was so happy to have an evening with just us, it was quite adorable. My eyes gradually opened and I recognised the room. The sliding door to the balcony was partially open, to let in some fresh air

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

Dave drove me and Matt around Brisbane, showing me their favorite places. “I contemplated taking you to the Koala Sanctuary Park”, Dave said during lunch at Matt’s favorite restaurant, Guilty Rogue. “Oh my God!”, I said immediately. The thought of petting a koala got me immediately excited. “That’s so typically Australian, we should do that while we’re here, right?”, I added. Matt

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

“Ssshhh… we have to be quiet for Mum”, Matt said, as he stumbled through the door. In the taxi ride from The GPO to his mother’s apartment, he had been an unbalanced, mumbling mess. I was quite drunk myself, but I felt like the sober and responsible one compared to my boyfriend. Matt tried to tip toe to the guest room, but bumped into a chair and fell over. “Oh no!”, he said, laughing.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

A honking car woke me up. A small ray of sunlight came into the room through the gap in the curtains. I felt a weight on my chest that I wasn’t used to. Slowly I turned my head to my left and saw that Matt’s head was resting on my chest and his left arm was wrapped around my waist. It had been a long time since I had last woken up with someone in my bed and it was a really good feeling. It

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 4

After a thorough shower, I walked into the room to see Matt slipping into khaki dress pants without underwear. “No jockstrap tonight?” “Nah, this one’s soaking wet and I can’t rush through my underwear like that on vacation! So I’m freeballing tonight.” I knew myself well enough that just the knowledge of Matt going commando during a formal dinner with my parents would drive me crazy with

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs. Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 6

After a quick shower and a change, Matt and I headed to Esteban and Rafaela’s house for the barbecue. As predicted, Dad was in charge of the meat, Mom was running around with salads and other nibbles, and Esteban was making sure everyone had drinks. Rafaela was sitting in the garden, sipping her wine. The garden furniture looked a bit old and rickety, but also had character. Esteban motioned

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 8

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 9

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 1

The scale read 245 lbs (111 kg). I stepped off and walked to the bathroom mirror. I flexed my biceps. I wasn’t looking too bad. I had just finished my workout in the gym of my apartment building and I had felt old surrounded by all of these young guys. I had turned 40 only a few months ago, but it was playing mind tricks on me. My hair was turning grey at the temples as well as in my facial

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

The next morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after

My Hottest Patients, Part 1: Alvaro

It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was

My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace

“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.

My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny

It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was

My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz

It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide

Neal, the Live Model

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to

Pete, the Assistant Coach

I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2

I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2

I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1

“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2

We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he

Tiago, my New Neighbor

“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1

I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

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