Why is the guy on the left looking down?
Where are they and why are they there?
The one on the right looks like he's about to say something. What's on his mind?
Does the guy on the left look like he knows what the other guy is about to say? How's he feeling about it?
What happens?
tried to leave my answer earlier and Blogger wouldn't let me--off to work will try again later!
ReplyDeleteHa! Same happened to me, Sammy! Can't wait to see what you have written!
DeleteOMG, you guys are evil. I did not need another plot bunny. But I might dump the result on you later anyway. I hope you get some great answers to this one.
ReplyDeleteIs it you? Could it be you? Arrrrgghhhh....
ReplyDeleteSuper pic (whoever they (?) are)!! But I imagine you slightly different - but VERY much in love :)
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Carole-Ann
These two guys definitely look like they are in love. I think the one on the left might be asking the one on the right to marry him. Maybe they are on vacation, possibly during Spring Break. The guy on the right is about to say, "Yes, I will marry you!". The one on the left is a little nervous waiting for the answer to his question, but I think he knows what that answer will be. They kiss and begin to celebrate their commitment to each other. :)
ReplyDeleteMaybe Matt got his tattoo during Spring Break. :D
I think the picture represents Matt and Brad getting engaged or married during Spring Break. It's a very lovely picture. :)
Jake and Kane looked so much alike that they could be twin sons of a different mother....but they were so much more than that...
ReplyDeleteThey had been together for over 2 years now. In all that time they had never been separated...until now. Jake had a job offer. It would not only pay better than the miserable salary he made now, it would alone get him away from the asshole that was masquerading as his boss. The only problem was that it would mean moving...to Vermont...clear across country. When Kane found out, he'd only said on thing, "Come with me to Smith Rock".
So here they were, just a scant week before Jake had to give his decision about the job, climbing in Smith Rock State Park. They had gone directly to their favorite spot. A break between two sheer cliff walls. There was a small lake there and as soon as they arrived, they stripped down, plunging right into the icy water. Oregon water never got truly warm--even in July.
They swam like seals, playing around, grabbing at one another and laughing, occasionally kissing, until the sexual tension that had been steadily rising brought them together in an explosive kiss. As hands fumbled under the water, their bodies pushed into one another. Frantic pulling and tugging led to a mutual shout of release, leaving them panting, nearly breathless. Kane, reached down and took Jake's hand, kissing him tenderly. He led him out of the water, pausing again to kiss him slowly. Silently they pulled on jeans, leaving off their shirts as their bodies warmed in the late afternoon sun.
Once more, Kane took Jake by the hand and led him to the mouth of the cave where they had stowed their gear. Before they could enter, Jake pulled Kane back against him, diving in for one more kiss. Kane broke away first. Then, he placed both hands against the sheer rock face framing Jake between his outstretched arms. Jake hooked his two fingers in the belt of Kane's jeans, rubbing lightly.
"I know I should tell you to go, to take the job."
Jake looked down, away from the eyes of his lover...the eyes that were filled with pain.
"But I can't. Christ, Jake, I can't watch the one thing that keeps me alive walk away! I need you, oh god, I love you. Please don't make me let you go..."
Okay Matty---You and Bradley have to finish the story---does Jake go? Love you sweet boys!!
Keeping his gaze down, Jake spoke in a quiet whisper. "You know, Kane, every time I look in your eyes -- really look -- I see you looking right into me." He raised his gaze only slightly, but tilted his head to the right, away from Kane.
DeleteKane held the silence, tears beginning to fill his eyes.
"Do you know why I wanted us to come to Smith Rock, Jake?" Jake closed his eyes and lowered his head again waiting for Kane to continue.
"This was where we first said to each other, 'I love you.' And when we said it, we were looking into each other's eyes, into each other's soul. Remember that?"
Jake raised his head skyward against the rock, eyes still closed. "I'm scared."
"I am too, Jake. But you know what? I've never, ever been as scared as I was that first time we were here. I was more scared then than I am right now."
Jake slowly lovered his head, eyes bare slits. He felt Kane's thumb just under his right eye, circling the slight moisture there.
As Jake slowly opened his eyes, looking directly into his lover's soul, he knew.
Oh Matty--this is wonderful!!! I LOVE that you finished our story!!! So special--so very good!
DeleteGreat job finishing Sammy's story, Matty. Very romantic and sexy at the same time. Matty the romance writer. I'd buy ten copies of every book, :)
DeleteOh Matty, great job!
DeleteThanks guys. And thank you, Sammy, for getting things started. I loved being able to contribute a little something.
DeleteExcellent job, Matty!
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DeleteMatt, is there anything you CAN'T do? You did great!
@Sammy Great idea to let Matt/Brad finish your story.
Delete@Matt That was good. But I'm not surprised. :)
Thank you for this story.
Ok, we all know by now Sammy can write, and Sammy that was as always very lovely...but Matty...WOW! I have a feeling that some of that came from your own feelings with Brad. It is definitely written from the heart and it is amazing!! You definitely have a talent for writing!
ReplyDeleteHUGS AND LOVE
Thanks, Angel. That means a lot. ;)
DeleteIf anyone hasn't read it, Kari Gregg wrote a free story based on this picture in the last GR M/MR Don't Read in the Closet anthology called The Importance of Being Denny. (content warning: step-brothers story) =)
ReplyDeletehttp://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12019471-the-importance-of-being-denny
Thanks for the link, Adara.
DeleteYou guys!! *whines loudly* I'm supposed to be working on another story and then you guys post this pic. *grumbles about stupid plot bunnies* Not sure this was the type of story you were looking for, but it's what exploded in my head. And then it just kind of kept going on...and on...and on...*sigh* So I think it will have to be posted as multiple posts.
ReplyDeleteAnd I only had time to give this a quick proofread so please excuse any mistakes. Okay, here goes:
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I held my breath as I waited for his response. My heart was racing so hard I swore it was going to beat right out of my chest. But he wouldn’t raise his eyes to meet mine, and I was afraid it was a very bad sign.
“Please, Jackie, please baby, you can do this, we can do this I know we can. Just say the word. Say you want this too.” Please look at me, I added silently.
This was my last chance to convince him that he didn’t have to do this tomorrow. He didn’t have to chain himself to a life that was a lie; he didn’t have to live his life for everyone else.
Jack was my best friend and the love of my life. No question he was the only one I was ever going to want for the rest of my forever. We’d been friends for about three years now but he’d been sharing my bed off and on for the last year. Off and on, because Jack couldn’t throw off the shackles of fear that gripped him. Fear for what his family would say if they knew. He came from a family of money and prestige and all his life he’d done exactly as they expected of him—graduated high school with the perfect 4.0, went to the prestigious Ivy League college, got accepted to the highly respected law school. And of course, dated the perfect woman from another equally perfect family.
I first met Jack at Bailey’s, a local bar he and his friends hung out at. I bartended there and over time got to know he and his friends pretty well. I thought he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, but I never tried anything on him, because it was pretty obvious he was straight, his girlfriend was part of the group he hung out with and they seemed happy.
ReplyDeleteJack started coming in by himself occasionally and we’d get to talking. Usually about sports, or music, typical guy stuff. He found out I was gay one night when a female customer was very blatantly flirting with me and I didn’t take the bait. He watched me treat her the same as every other customer and after she walked away, he razzed me about her.
“Nate, dude, what was up with that?”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“She was smoking hot and clearly wanted to get all over you. And you just let her walk away; you barely even looked at her. You didn’t try to get her number or anything.”
I grinned at him as I leaned on the bar, and twirled a toothpick in my mouth. “Because I’d rather have him.” I nodded my head in the direction of a random guy across the room.
Jack turned to look and his eyebrows rose in surprise. The expression on his face was subdued and hard to read. I hadn’t thought twice about the words that came out of my mouth because I didn’t think I had anything to worry about with Jack, he seemed to be pretty cool and liberal about stuff. But for a split second I was a little afraid of what his reaction was going to be. Not that I would have taken the words back, I was out and never apologized for who I was or who I liked to sleep with.
“Wow, I . . . I wouldn’t have guessed.” He stuttered with his words, and was silent for a few seconds before finally recovering. He grinned and held his hands up in a pose of surrender and spoke again, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” His reference to the famous Seinfeld phrase broke the ice and we were laughing again like normal. Once in a while I’d swear I’d catch him looking at me with a serious, sad look on his face. But it would disappear quickly as it came.
Life continued on, we started hanging out a little outside the bar. Which was kind of amazing considering how different we were. I mean, he wore crisp button down shirts and t-shirts and drove a BMW daddy bought him. Everything I owned had grease stains on it, and I had tattoos and rode an old beater motorcycle. I worked as a mechanic at the cycle shop during the day and bartended at night just to make enough to afford my small apartment. But we really clicked. Most of the time we met up at my place to watch a game on TV or play video games. He’d never been allowed to have video games in his house as a kid and it was always a “forbidden treat” when he got to play them at friends’ houses.
It soon became a once a week date (if our schedules allowed) that he’d come over to my place, we’d turn the music up loud, order burgers or pizza and beer and start up the video games. He’d walk in the door with deep lines of tension in his forehead and after a few hours, they’d be gone, replaced with smooth skin and a light in his eyes that matched the gorgeous smile across his face. He looked like a kid again, all of the stress and worry of his real life gone, if only for a night. I felt bad for him, and I always tried to make sure I was free when he wanted to get together. I could tell he looked forward a little too much to these opportunities to let loose and have some fun.
We had to start postponing our weekly “boys’ night,” as he called it, the closer he got to graduation. He was too busy he said, with exams and finishing papers and at the same time trying to study for the law school entrance exam. The few times he came into the bar, I could see the dark circles under his eyes and the sick pallor of his skin. I was worried he was pushing himself too hard, and tried telling him so, but he brushed me off.
The week after he graduated his whole group of friends blew in, loud and ordering rounds and rounds of beers and shots. I finally overheard one of their toasts and the reason for the celebration—Jack had asked his longtime girlfriend, Chloe, to marry him.
ReplyDeleteI finally had a few minutes to talk to him as he stopped by the bar on his way back from the bathroom. I poured a shot of whiskey for him, on the house.
“I hear congratulations are in order.”
He still looked like crap and the massive amounts of alcohol of the evening hadn’t helped. He gave me a sloppy smirk as he raised his glass in salute before knocking it back. Then he turned without a word and went back to his friends. He did not look like a guy who was happy to be celebrating his engagement.
It was a week later before I saw him again. I awoke from a deep sleep to a heavy pounding on my door. As my fuzzy brain was registering what the noise was, I looked unbelievably at the blaring red numbers on my clock—three a.m.
I cursed as I stumbled the short distance to the door. As I opened the door, Jack fell through the doorway, practically collapsing into my arms. His chest was heaving and he was having trouble getting his breath. I was scared shitless, thinking he was hurt. He couldn’t get the words out to tell me what was going on. “Can’t . . . breathe,” was finally all I could catch between his heavy breaths. He reminded me of my cousin who’d I witnessed hyperventilating once, so I grabbed a paper bag and made him breathe into it slowly and carefully. Finally, his breathing settled down. I was just starting to calm down myself, when he jumped up, throwing the bag to the side and staggered to the bathroom, and soon I heard the retching sounds into the toilet. When it sounded like he was done, I went in and helped him up, and rinse his mouth out and clean up a bit. He reeked of alcohol and was clearly trashed off his ass, certainly more than I’d ever seen him before. He was mumbling all sorts of incoherent stuff— “can’t marry . . . not right . . . can’t handle it . . . they don’t even know . . . can’t do it . . . .”
I helped him stagger back into the living room, and before I could stop him, he fell onto my open futon, and was out cold. Crap. My apartment was really just a very tiny studio—a kitchen, a bathroom and one slightly larger room that functioned as both living room and bedroom. My futon functioned as couch by day and bed by night. So I didn’t exactly have a spare room for guests. With Jack now parked on my futon, I had nowhere to sleep, except the floor. I sighed. Fuck it; I was too exhausted to worry about anything. He was the one who passed out; he’d just have to deal with sharing a bed with another guy. I managed to get his shirt and jeans off of him, and moved him over so there was room for me. I’d never seen him naked before and was amazed at how beautiful his body was. He may have been a preppy college student on the outside, but underneath he was surprisingly firm and well built. I could feel my cock starting to respond and I groaned loudly. This night had turned ridiculous enough; I didn’t need to deal with blue balls too. So I rolled over as far away from him as I could and eventually fell back to sleep.
I don’t know what time it was the next morning when I woke up, but as I started to stretch and roll over, I felt the heat of another body next to me. Oh yeah . . . Jack.
I opened my eyes and found myself staring right into Jack’s sparkling blue eyes. Eyes that were now hungry and dark. My breath caught in my throat as I struggled to figure out if Jack was angry for waking up next to me. His eyes broke away and roamed down my body before making their way back up to my face. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could get any words out, his lips were crushing mine, almost bruising as they moved against me. His tongue tangled with mine and the sparks shot down my entire body. I was drowning in sensation but I forced myself to the surface, and pushed hard against his shoulders. He broke away, his chest heaving.
“Jack,” I whispered. But he was on the move again, tossing aside the blanket and bending over me. He was pulling and tugging so roughly at my briefs, I don’t know how the fabric didn’t rip in two. Next thing I knew they were gone and all I felt was the hot heat of Jack’s lips around my growing cock.
ReplyDelete“Jack . . . .” I tried weakly to protest but my brain couldn’t form words. I was frozen, rendered helpless by Jack’s mouth. Any thought I had of not responding was futile. Jack was definitely not a novice at this and it was all I could do to try to hold my hips down and not just jam my cock down his throat.
“Fuck, Jack . . . ungh.”
With a loud pop, my cock was free and Jack was rustling around again. I struggled up on my elbows only to be knocked down again and smothered by Jack’s body. I soon discovered the rustling had been him removing his own underwear. My whole body spasmed as I felt his hot, naked cock slide against mine. He kissed me breathless again as I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
He pulled away just enough to lean his forehead on mine, as his panting breaths blew warmly over my tingling lips.
“Nate, oh Nate, I can’t . . . I can’t believe . . . I’ve wanted this for so long, I want you so much, please, Nate.”
His raspy voice just kept repeating those words over and over. I gave up listening to the tiny part of me that kept trying to scream how wrong this was, and wrapped my arms around his hard, strong body as he trembled in my embrace. And then we both let go. Hands and fingers and mouths were roaming and grasping and nipping every inch of skin we could reach, our hips grinding forcefully against each other until we both cried out in needy release.
Jack was not the man his family thought he was.
Things between us were not easy. After that morning, I expected Jack to break off his engagement. But he didn’t. He wanted to, and there were moments he came close, only to back off again. He wanted me, he swore he loved me, and it was making him physically ill not being able to be who he was. But his family had browbeat him for so many years into this person of who he was expected to be, that, in the end, he wasn’t strong enough to fight against.
He stayed engaged to his fiancé, and he stayed in my bed, at least as much as he could. But finally I had to tell him I couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t have me as his dirty little secret, and also have the façade of this “perfect” looking life. He had to choose. It broke my heart because I knew he was hurting. I knew being with me was important to him, and I knew he really loved me. But he had to realize he needed to make the choice himself, he needed to step up and say this is what he wanted. I would be there for him every step of the way, but I would not hide anymore.
In the end he wasn’t strong enough. He chose his family and a fake marriage to someone he’d never love.
My heart was shattered as we parted for the last time but I was the one who asked him to choose. I just couldn’t believe I was so naïve to think he might choose me.
Three weeks later my phone rang. When I saw who it was, I almost didn’t answer it.
That’s how we ended up here. The day before his wedding, an hour before his rehearsal dinner. Hidden among the rock cliffs of the beach near the resort where the whole big wedding farce was going to be held. He had called and said he couldn’t go through with the wedding. He wanted me, and he was scared, but he was tired of all the lies. So I flew down the highway, blazing through all legal speed limits to be here now. To stand here before him and convince him that we could be together, we could live our dream life together.
“Please baby, look at me.” My heart leapt as he finally raised his eyes to look into mine. “Are you ready? Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
And just like the skies parting and the sun breaking through after a storm, the sadness in his eyes disappeared, and the sparkle returned. He smiled and said the one word I’d been waiting to hear for a year . . .
“Yes.”
I loved this! It was truly beautiful!
DeleteThanks, CherBella! I loved reading your story! I really liked how the beginning paragraphs gave us a hint of where the story might be headed and then we got to see how these two guys discovered each other... and themselves. Loved it!
DeleteI enjoyed reading this, CherBella. Thank you for taking the time to write and post it, even if you should've been working on something else. =)
DeleteThanks Kaje, angel, Matt & Adara, for your kind words! I'm glad everyone is enjoying it. :)
DeleteCheri, that was amazing! You are such a great writer, but I knew that already ;).
DeleteI loved your story CherBella. Thank you.
DeleteCherBella - that was gorgeous. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd Matt - I always knew you could write. I love the emotion in the way you finished that story of Sammy's. (Next time you get to write the whole story. No more hiding your light under a bushel. I can't wait to see what you do next.)
Thanks, Kaje. That means a lot. ;)
Deleteawesome guys
ReplyDeletewish i could write lol
so far my writings sucks ^^
I know I have said this before--and I know that privately some have accused me of being "too sweet" or worse yet "not real" But I do not care about those people--because there is no room for their hate here in this magical place! So,I want to say this again:
ReplyDeleteMatty and Bradley, thank you. Thank you for letting us into your lives. Thank you for having the courage to put your lives out here for anyone to see--for all the young men who fear that they shall never find acceptance much less love! Thank you for showing us the love you do, for your honesty and your gentle kindness to us all! Thank you for making us laugh, and sigh, and think, and sometimes cry--and all the while gently holding our hands.
You are stunning! Lovely beyond compare! And I am honored--HONORED to be called your friend!
Love is special where ever it is found between two human beings, regardless of gender or orientation. Thanks for posting, Matt, and reminding us...
ReplyDelete~ Volker
Beautiful pic and story. Great job Matty. Never be afraid to let your light shine.
ReplyDeleteWho do you think these two guys are?
ReplyDeleteAnswer: Porn stars.
Why is the guy on the left looking down?
Answer: The tide is coming in along with sand crabs.
Where are they and why are they there?
Answer: At the beach, trying to shoot a porno.
The one on the right looks like he's about to say something. What's on his mind?
Answer: I hope there are no crabs here, they might pinch our penises.
Does the guy on the left look like he knows what the other guy is about to say? How's he feeling about it?
Answer: Eeeek, crabs! Hide your penises.
What happens?
Answer: They ran away and lived happily ever after. The End.
LOL. Jerry that was hysterical!!!
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