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They stood at a double basin and used antibacterial soap and fresh washcloths. Dylan
splashed his face with the refreshing water, leaning over the sink. Feeling a warm wet cloth on
his bottom, he paused, closing his eyes. Sean was tending him lovingly. Dylan spread his legs
wider, resting his head on his arms on the sink counter.
The soapy cloth rubbed between his thighs, under his balls, arousing him whether it was
meant to or not. Another urge to cry I love you welled up, but Dylan thought he d said that
enough for one afternoon.
The pressure of the washcloth against his scrotum was glorious. Suddenly kisses
feathered his back and shoulder blades.
Sean& Dylan moaned.
Are you coming by tonight?
If you want me, I m there.
I want you.
Dylan nodded, wishing he could do a split and spread as wide as an acrobat for the
delicious cleaning.
I have a scene to shoot that s later than yours. Sean licked Dylan s skin. Come to my
place at around seven. Is that okay?
Yes. It ll give me time to stop home and change into fresh clothing.
Bring some with you. You know. Some spare stuff.
Dylan looked over shoulder. Spare stuff?
Yeah. Sean crouched down disappearing from Dylan s view.
Dylan felt a tongue on his ass. Another first. A shiver ran up his spine and a groan of
longing echoed off the bathroom walls.
You ready, Rippin? Jay s voice commanded from outside.
Yes.
Dylan watched Sean appear in the mirror again.
My place at seven.
I ll be there. Dylan turned to watch Sean as he backed out of the room. I won t let you
down. Ever.
Without a smile or other encouraging sign, Sean left. Dylan took a moment to recover.
The washing and licking had gotten him insane. Was he winning Sean over? Could that be?
* * * *
On his way home, Dylan made a stop. He parked his truck and buzzed an intercom.
Instantly the grand gate opened. As he walked up the brick path, Lila was already at the door
waiting for him. He gave her a warm smile.
Dylan!
Hello, Ms. Rosy. He kissed her cheek.
Come in! Are you hungry? She hooked his elbow.
How about some lemonade on your lovely deck?
Perfect!
I like your outfit. Is it new? He watched as she poured from a frosty pitcher.
Oh, this old thing? she scoffed. I suppose it s only new because I rarely wear it. I
decided on purple today. Why not?
Very nice. Dylan took both glasses with him to the sliding door. Lila opened it and he
passed through to set the drinks down on the round table under the umbrella. How are you
keeping? Well? Busy?
Well enough. I have to tell you, the new pizza delivery boy isn t nearly as attractive as
you, Dylan. When did you leave?
After taking a sip of lemonade, Dylan replied, I m working for a gay porn studio.
Lila paused in her sipping. Which one?
You know any of them?
Some.
Tartarus.
She relaxed her tight posture slightly. They re one of the better ones.
Chuckling, Dylan asked, How do you know about gay porn?
You don t live to be an octogenarian in this town and not pick up a thing or two.
No kidding.
Do you like it?
It s okay. Dylan placed his empty glass down. It s better than driving a damn pizza
truck.
But not as good as playing football.
Dylan shrugged. No. But I have to do something other than pizza.
Gay porn.
Then you disapprove?
It s not up to me to approve or disapprove. To thine own self be true.
I did meet a man, Ms. Rosy.
I imagine you met many. Intimately.
This one is special.
Why?
Dylan smiled as he thought of Sean. He s the kind of man you imagine in fairy tales.
The dangerous knight in shining white armor. Careful, Dylan. Those men are
heartbreakers.
I know. But I think his heart was broken already. He s so reluctant to begin anything
meaningful.
Poor man.
Exactly. Dylan met her kind eyes. He was let down by sports as well. He wanted to be
a quarterback. Sound familiar?
Hmm, maybe we do have karma at work. Some common ground.
Lots of it.
How old is he, Dylan?
Only thirty-two, but he s tired of gay porn. I think he s thinking of getting out.
To do what?
I don t know. I don t think he does either.
Life is very hard for some, isn t it?
Yes. Decisions are tough to make. You never know if they re the right ones.
That s how you learn in life. From mistakes.
Mistakes hurt. They leave you scarred. Poor Sean. He s so timid about getting involved.
Man, he must have been put through something awful.
If he lets you into his heart, he ll be a very lucky man.
Dylan held her hand. I ll still see you. I ll never neglect you.
Lila caressed his cheek. I know. You re a man of your word. That s why Mr. Sean
would be a fool to not snap you up.
Dylan scooted closer to her chair so he could hug her. You re wonderful, Ms. Rosy. I
thought you d be angry with me for making the choice to be in porn. Everyone else I know
would.
I m not your mother, Dylan. And you re a big boy and can make your own decisions.
Right or wrong, they are yours.
Thank you. Dylan embraced her tightly. I cherish our talks. I do.
Me too, Dylan. Me too. More than you ll ever know.
Chapter Eleven
Dylan carried his backpack over his shoulder as he left his pickup truck parked in Sean s
driveway. He hurried up to his front door feeling giddy. After ringing the bell, Dylan ran his
hand back through his hair nervously and tried to calm his racing pulse.
The door swung back.
Dylan almost fell over.
You like?
Holy shit. Dylan stared in awe.
My old football uniform. Still fits. Sean whacked his own tight abs proudly.
I m gonna cream. Dylan admired his skin tight gold leggings and navy blue shirt
emblazoned with Dean in big letters on the back and the number One under it.
Sean grabbed Dylan s shoulder and dragged him indoors as Dylan stood like a statue in
shock. I ll take your stuff to my room.
Salivating as he climbed the stairs behind Sean, Dylan couldn t keep his hands off that
tight end if he tried.
Ha. Knew it d get to you. You football whore. Sean put Dylan s pack by the bed.
Your whore. Dylan wrapped his arms around Sean s neck for a kiss.
Mm, Sean hummed in pleasure as their lips connected.
Standing, grinding crotches as they swayed hypnotically, Dylan savored the gentle kisses
so much he could do it all night, exactly like they had the night before.
Digging into each other s hair, gently rubbing the tips of their fingers over one another s
faces, Dylan was already high on Sean. High and so in love he was delirious.
After a good long bout of necking, Dylan parted for a breath and asked, So? You kind of
like me?
Kinda, Sean teased, still swaying them softly, connected at the hip.
Like me enough to dress up for me? Dylan grinned devilishly.
You just got me thinking of the old days.
Uh huh. Dylan wasn t buying that for a minute.
Are you hungry? Thirsty?
Anything you want. I m okay.
When Sean parted and began taking off the jersey, Dylan stopped him. What are you
doing?
I was going to change.
Do you have to?
You want me to wear this all night? Sean laughed.
Blushing shyly, Dylan stepped back. No. You re right. It s silly. Sorry.
I can. I just thought&
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