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Cakes

My wife and I bought a cake for my son Aaron the night he came out to us. We were proud that he was confident enough to own his identity, so we celebrated. But when he told me, at age sixteen and a half, that he wanted to have sex with me…well, there was no cake, and no celebration.

College Dive Bar, 1 AM

Hey, man—how’s it hangin? Yeah, you can sit next to me.

That paper for communications class? No, I didn’t do it yet. My girlfriend’ll probably do it for me. Yeah, she’s smart as hell—helps me out all the time. Long as I’m givin’ it to her! You know what I’m talking about.

No, she’s out of town, visiting her parents. So, yeah—no pussy for a couple days. What’re you gonna do.

My Boyfriend’s Horny Brothers

We did another round of shots. Lee asked me, “Have you ever slept with guys as hot as us?”

“You mean not including Joe?” I said.

“Joe’s not as hot as us,” Mike said, lifting up his shirt to expose his cut abs.

“Fuck, I don’t know. I guess not.”

“That’s what we thought,” Lee said. “So…you want to?”