Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 18:28:26 -0600
From: Jonothan Wolf <jwolf24450@gmail.com>
Subject: Me and My Boys part 9

**Standard disclaimer applies. Only read if you're allowed to in your area,
are over 18 and aren't offended by two guys getting it on. Enjoy!

	A million and one things can happen in a year. For my boys and I,
sitting there at Anaria's a year after Tanner and Frank's wedding was a
reminder of how much things could change.
	I was still teaching at NYU, and my tenacious work with their
journalism department was paying off: I'd found out a month earlier that I
was on the tenure track and that in the next three years, I'd be a full
blown professor. There was a beautiful man waiting for me at home, knowing
better than to protest Sunday morning brunch, and his name wasn't Will. In
fact, the past year had been a romantic race between Jesse and Cooper, both
of whom I'd taken to Tanner's wedding a year ago, both of whom I'd told I
wanted to date them and for a while, both of whom I'd continued to talk to
and sleep with... until I made the decision I was now living with in a
brand new Upper East Side apartment..
	Against all odds, Charles was still dating Justin. As far as we
could tell, the now sophomore was ok with the extra-monogamous life, even
if Charles was starting to slow it down. The two of them were pees in a
pod, a fact that became abundantly clear when Justin got Charles a three
way with a former Disney star for his 26th birthday. I wouldn't have bet on
them lasting a month, let alone a year, but it goes to show how
unpredictable life with Chuck can be.
	In some random twist of fate, Beau was in the most stable
relationship of us all. Phillip had moved into the studio with Beau, and
while their tastes and sensibilities clashed, being together was more fun
than they could let go of. Phillip surprised Beau after three months of
shacking up with a newspaper with four listings circled. Phillip told Beau
to get dressed because they were going out on the town to look at bigger
apartments together. This was the longest relationship Beau had ever been
in, ever, and it was fun for all of us to watch.
	And then there was Tanner. A year ago, to the weekend, we'd all
gathered around to hear him and Frank make the ultimate commitment to each
other. Their wedding was beautiful. Only one of us passed out at the
reception and their honeymoon, from what we heard, was a week to
behold. And then reality set back in. A week after returning to Manhattan,
Frank got a call from his boss saying that he'd been given a promotion. It
wasn't the partnership he'd been hoping for, but instead, he was being
tapped to lead the firm's expansion in Texas. Dallas, specifically. Three
months and four days into their marriage, Frank and Tanner said goodbye to
their Manhattan apartment and the three of us and moved halfway across the
country. Two weeks later, Tanner was back in the city, knocking on my door
and saying he had to move back. He and Frank were getting a divorce.
	And so there we were, four men, a year older and a year wiser,
having cocktails over brunch.
	"I have the cutest TA, you would die over," I said once our mimosas
had been refilled. "You have to let me set you up with him at mine and
Cooper's house warming."
	"I am not being set up," Tanner protested.
	"Sweetie," I replied. "It's been six months since you've seen a
penis that wasn't attached to your body. We're worried for you."
	"I'm not," Charles chimed in rudely. "If the prude wants to stay
celibate while mourning the loss of the marriage I warned him against, I
say let him do it."
	"Harsh," Beau said, sipping an ice cold Bud Light with a lime
squeezed in. "Retract the claws, puss in boots."
	"They're Marc Jacobs," Charles said.
	"I'm not mourning," Tanner said. "I'm completely over the
divorce. The last of the proceedings are coming up and he'll be out of my
hair forever."
	"Then what's the problem with getting back on the market?" I
asked. "Let me set you up with this guy. He lives in the Meatpacking
District and he modeled his way through college."
	"I'm not ready to be the friend that you feel sorry for," Tanner
said frankly.
	"What?" I asked.
	"This conversation bores me," Charles interjected. "Waiter, can I
get something stronger? Like a gun, please."
	"At least he's saying please now," Tanner replied.
	"How is setting you up any sort of manifestation of us feeling
sorry for you?" I asked.
	"It's how it starts. You have that one friend you feel sorry for,
so you set him up. You watch him flounder his way around the dating pool,
feeling sorry for him until eventually you stop setting him up and inviting
him places because you realize it's his own fault that he's alone... but
you've tried because you've set him up. No thanks," Tanner said.
	"That's ridiculous," Beau said, chiming in. "Don't forget that for
three years, you were the one in a relationship."
	"And now, all three of you are relationships. It's no fun being the
one man left out," Tanner said. After a pause he added, "Or the one man
that has to be set up."
	Later that afternoon, while sitting in front of my laptop, I
couldn't help but think about what Tanner had said. Was it really that hard
to be the one friend getting set up? Did the rest of us, without even
realizing it, treat our single friend differently? Now that taken was the
majority party in office, was single the green party on the ballot—the
party for one that nobody wanted an invitation to?
	Two hours and 200 words later, the door opened with a key and the
love of my life came in to the living room.
	"Hi sweetie," he said in a deep, sexy voice behind me.
	"You smell like sweat," I said, flinching from the wet hug from
behind.
	"You love it when I fuck you right after the gym," he said slowly,
kissing my ear. "My cool down."
	"Your cool down," I said grinning. I swiveled my chair around, and
kissed my boyfriend of a full year square in the face.
	"I love you, Mike," he said grinning down at me. "Let's go cool
down."
	"I love you too, Cooper," I said. I let him lead me to the bedroom
for his post workout fucking session that I loved so much.
	**Halfway across town, Phillip and Beau were having an intimate
conversation of their own.
	"So my parents are coming into town this weekend to see the show,"
Beau said to Phillip while the two of them were enjoying a lazy Saturday
afternoon. It was at least two hours before Beau needed to head to 42nd and
Broadway for his call as an understudy and swing for the new Spiderman
musical. They had decided to spend most of the day cuddling and watching
European soccer.
	"Yeah, you mentioned that. If you need the space, I can crash at my
brother's in Queens, I really don't mind."
	"No, silly, don't be absurd," Beau replied. "I want you to meet
them."
	Phil sat up, took the remote and put the heavily accented announcer
on mute. "You want me to meet your parents? As in I'm meeting your
parents?"
	"It's not a big deal, I swear. My parents are totally cool and
they'll love you," Beau replied. "And it's a casual dinner, `this is my
boyfriend,' et cetera, et cetera. It's nothing serious."
	"Did you just say et cetera, et cetera?"
	"I did."
	Phillip starting laughing to himself. "How can I say to no to that?
I guess I'm meeting your parents next weekend."
	"You're meeting my parents next weekend." And with that, they
forgot about the Premiere League and began playing a game of their own.
	**Cooper and I lay in bed together, noticing that twilight was
setting in, both of us too tired to stay awake but too ravenous to sleep.
	"Is there anything to eat in this apartment?" Cooper asked me,
putting his strong arm around me. His muscular tan frame was the largest
I'd ever been with. He could envelope my entire 32 inch waist effortlessly.
	"Didn't you get enough to eat just now?" I asked, getting
comfortable in his big spoon.
	"No," he said, turning me around to face him. "I'm still hungry for
this." He kissed me on the forehead. "And I'm still hungry for this." He
moved down and kissed me hard on the lips. I moaned into his mouth. I felt
all the blood rush to my crotch, and I'm sure he felt my cock swell up
because he wrapped his warm hand around it and said "I'm still very hungry
for this."
	Seconds later, he was under the sheet between my legs and pumping
his hot mouth up and down my rock hard shaft. It was as if I hadn't just
cum three times all over the both of us, because he was sucking my dick as
if there was nothing else to do. My body wiggled and writhed in sheer
pleasure. I tried thinking about other things, anything, to keep from
spraying load number three down his throat too quickly.
	Feeling overwhelmed with how hot this blow job was, I grabbed
Cooper's blonde hair and slowed down his thrusting up and down. He seemed
to get the point, keeping his mouth on my dick but slowing his tongue down
just enough to give me a chance to relax. After a few minutes, I noticed
that he was humming something, causing vibrations to reverberate up my
spine. I couldn't tell what he was humming at first, but just as the
sensation was getting too much, I realized it was "I'm hungry for this."
	I let out a spent "Oh, God" and felt rope after rope of hot semen
spray down my boyfriend's throat. "Oh my fucking God," I said, still
holding onto his hair as he inched his way back up my body to meet me for a
half passed out kiss. I could barely move, but it felt like every nerve
ending on my body was on fire—this was just a taste of the way Cooper
could make me feel.
	"Are you," I panted, "satisfied?"
	He kissed me before responding. "I could go for fourths later," he
said in a sexy drawl. His southern accent came out in full force when he
wasn't careful, and right then with just the two of us in our bed, there
wasn't a care in the world.
	And truly, there wasn't. We stayed in bed, taking turns on each
other's bodies, until late the next morning.
	**The next morning, I went to Charles' Upper East Side penthouse
for breakfast and to discuss how we were going to high jack Tanner's love
life.
	"Hey Justin," I said, addressing my student, who answered the door
in a Dartmouth t-shirt and compression shorts.  "Going for a run?"
	"Rowing practice," he replied. "I'm actually on my way out."
	"Oh, I didn't realize you'd made the team. Congratulations," I
replied.
	"Does that mean I get to skip next week's quiz?" he asked.
	"Don't bet on it."
	"Are you too done with this office hours conference?" Charles said
coming to the door in a dark robe. "I just made omelets and I'll eat yours,
Mikey, if you don't hurry up."
	Justin said goodbye, headed to rowing and I followed Charles to the
kitchen bar, where, true to form, two perfectly flipped egg white omelets
sat on Pottery Barn plates.
	"You didn't have to cook anything," I told him.
	"Of course I did. Why did I remodel this place to include a working
kitchen if I wasn't going to use it?" he asked.
	"Well, I brought Champagne," I said holding up the bottle and
taking off my coat.
	"And I have fresh squeezed orange juice," he said, walking to the
cabinet and getting two glasses.
	"You squeeze orange juice now?" I asked.
	"I certainly don't by it. You have no idea what they put in those
bottles to preserve those juices any more, its disgusting."
	"When did you become Martha Stewart Living? Did I miss something?"
	After a long pause, Charles sat down and looked at me. "I didn't
want to say anything yesterday at brunch, but I found a grey hair a couple
of days ago. I'm not getting any younger."
	Charles was indeed the oldest of the group. He was two years older
than Tanner and I and almost 4 years older than Beau. I'd known him in
college and he was sort of a mentor to me. He'd made a million bucks
trading commodities from his dorm room his second and then spent the next
six years living it up until NYU finally made him graduate.
	"You're twenty-eight," I said. This is no time to go panicking.
	"In gay years, I may as well be getting my AARP membership," he
replied. "And Justin would flip if he knew I found a grey hair. I mean,
it's one thing to date the hot older guy, it's another thing to date the
hot older grandpa."
	"Anderson Cooper has grey hair and everyone still loves him," I
responded.
	"You aren't helping. I'm going to eat and drink organic in a
hopeless attempt to turn back the clock. If it can work for Cher," he
began.
	"Hold on there, gypsy. We're not starting the Cher crash diet until
we're at least 60," I said. "Now get me some salt for this omelet before I
die of hunger."
	Charles and I ate, shooting the shit for a few before getting down
to real business.
	"We have to set Tanner up. I mean, he's getting miserable."
	"I agree with you about him getting miserable, but I don't see why
we have to set him up. If he wanted to get laid, he'd go out and get laid."
	"That's just the thing," I replied. "Tanner doesn't like going out
and getting laid. He wants someone he can care about."
	"Well he left that person back in Tulsa," Charles said.
	"Dallas," I corrected.
	"Whatever. My point is, the guy doesn't want to be helped. He said
so himself. I'm over his whining, but I can't lead a horse to water when he
lives in the fucking Atlantic Ocean. This is New York City for Christ's
sake."
	"I'm just saying, we give him a little nudge, that's all."
	"What do you want me to do?" Charles asked pouring both of us
another round of mimosas.
	"Don't bring Justin to the house warming on Thursday," I said. "Go
to dinner with Tanner, loosen him up a bit..."
	"I'm not fucking Tanner to save his life of misery," Charles
replied.
	"That is not where I was going with that. He told me he probably
wouldn't come because all the people I know are coupled up now. If you tell
him Justin isn't going and you'll be his date, he'll come. Get him drunk at
dinner and then BAM," I said.
	"I'm still not fucking Tanner."
	"You don't fuck him. Bam! We ambush him with a single friend of
ours at the house warming. He'll be tipsy and alone. It's perfect."
	"He really said he wouldn't go because we're all coupled up?"
Charles asked. I nodded. "That's pathetic. I will go along with this ill
advised plan only because my boyfriend will be rowing somewhere or another
and can't make it anyway. And if I'm going to sit through dinner with
Tanner, you'd better believe cocktails are involved."
	"I knew I could count on you."
	"Any clue who you'll set him up with?" he asked me.
	"I have the TA I mentioned, he's really cute."
	"He needs something a little more mature than a grad student who
reads papers for a living," he replied.
	"You're the grandpa. Any friends at the nursing home?" I asked
laughing before I could finish.
	"Funny," he replied. "Leave it to me. I'll find someone
suitable. Since I'm no longer looking for myself, I'll just shop around for
someone else."
	**The next week flew by in a rush of anticipation. The house
warming plans were underway and Charles was helping me put everything
together, as usual. On Tuesday during our 5K run at the Gold's Gym in
Murray Hill, he told me that he had the perfect date planned for Tanner.
	"He's an artist out of Chelsea. He just got his work picked up by
Lily Cain of the Lily Cain Gallery. He's about to blow up something awful,"
Charles said just as we rounded the second mile on our treadmills.
	"How did you meet this guy?" I panted.
	"We slept together four years ago before he went on a soul cleanse
to Egypt."
	"You aren't setting him up with someone you've already slept with,"
I said.
	"That's impossible," Charles said. "We'd have to go to Brooklyn for
that."
	On Wednesday, Charles called me and said he'd continued the search
and found someone truly inspiring.
	"He's a chef from France. He got to the semi-finals during casting
for Top Chef New York, he's amazing. And gorgeous. And I haven't slept with
him, although I totally would, he's beautiful."
	"I mean, I hate to say this out loud, but Tanner really is a white
bread kind of a guy. I'm not sure he'd want to bag a baguette," I said over
the phone.
	"You're making this extremely difficult for me."
	Finally, on Thursday, 24-hours before the house warming party,
Charles stopped by to drop off some outfits for me and declare that if I
didn't like this find, he was giving up.
	"He's a writer for One Life to Live," Charles said as I was hanging
up a Fendi bomber jacket in my closet. "He's brilliant, worked on SNL for a
while, very funny. Tanner needs someone to help him remove the stick from
his ass."
	"Or put it back in there," I smiled.
	"Anyway, this guy is the real deal. I've already talked to him,
he's meeting us at your place tomorrow at 10."
	We continued talking for another half hour before Charles said he
had to pick up Justin from rowing practice downtown and take him to a
dinner with a client.
	**A little further downtown, Beau and Phillip were getting dressed
for dinner with Beau's parents. Because of the rotation schedule, Beau
wasn't dancing in tonight's show, but was called for the rest of the
weekend.
	"You look amazing," Beau told Phillip as they got out of the cab in
front of Pre, an ultra-modern steakhouse in the Village. Beau straightened
Phillip's tie, leaned in close to kiss him and said "Courage."
	"You owe me so much sex for this," Phillip quipped as the host
opened the door. They found their reservation for four where James and
Donna McIntyre were already seated. Beau's parents stood, had hugs and
handshakes all around and they all sat down.
	"I ordered a Bourdeaux wine," James said, pouring the boys'
glasses. "Supposedly from a great year, I wouldn't know."
	"So this is the famous Phillip," Donna said beaming. If anyone
still believed in nurture over nature, Beau's mom was their exhibit A. She
loved having a gay son and doted upon Beau in an unnatural way.
	"I wouldn't say famous, would you babe?" Phillip said taking a sip
of the wine. "Oh, this is good."
	"Mom," Beau said, his face getting warm.
	"No, no, sweetie," Donna continued. "Phillip, Beau has told us all
about you."
	"Mom, come on," Beau said. "Let's just order."
	"No, no," Phillip interjected. "I want to hear what you've been
telling them about me."
	"Nothing, I haven't told them anything."
	"Don't be silly, son," Mr. McIntyre chimed in. "We hear that you're
a firefighter and you live in Queens."
	"Well my brother lives in Queens," Phillip replied. He began to say
something when Beau interrupted.
	"You should see his apartment mom," Beau said. "You'd love how its
decorated. Very very chic."
	Phillip looked around, confused why they were discussing his
fictitious apartment. Instead of digging himself into any kind of hole, he
simply smiled, took a piece of bread out of the center basket and listened
to Beau's parents regale him with stories about their son.
	Two hours later, when they were finally back in their cozy loft,
Phillip asked Beau the question that had been burning all through dinner.
	"I didn't tell them we lived together, big deal," Beau replied.
	"You are a grown man, Beau. Why wouldn't you tell your parents
you're living with me? You told them everything else about us."
	"It's complicated," Beau said. He was down to his slacks and
undershirt at this point.
	"So simplify it," Phillip said. "I mean, I just think its really
odd, that's all."
	"My parents don't put a lot of stock into the guys I date," Beau
said. "They're used to me moving from one to another, so if they knew we
were living together, they'd know that we are, you no, really serious."
	"So I can meet your parents, that's not that weird. But living
together signifies that we're getting married or something?"
	"It would just mean a lot to them, so I embellished. It doesn't
change how much I love you," Beau said.
	"How much you what?" Phillip said, turning to look at Beau. He was
midway through with unbuttoning his shirt.
	"You heard me," Beau answered. "I said that I love you."
	Phillip smiled. Took a step to Beau, kissed him as deeply and as
passionately as he could and replied with a single tear streaming down his
face, "I love you too."
	**The next morning before class, as all of my prepped out students
were filing into the discussion hall, Justin came in with his usual crowd
and whispered "I need to caucus with you after class." I had absolutely no
idea what this was about, so imagine my surprise when, an hour and a half
later, Justin and I were sitting in my office and he blurted out "I think
Charles is cheating on me."
	"Whoa, wait, a second killer," I said, forgetting that a year ago,
I'd set a boundary with Justin never to talk about Charles during my office
hours. I had to maintain some semblance of professionalism as his professor
and academic advisor. "Why do you think he's cheating on you?"
	"I mean, to name a couple of reasons? He's on the phone all the
time with people he won't tell about. He just says he's `dealing with
stuff.' And he went to dinner last night with someone and came home and
went straight to bed. And then this morning he told me at breakfast that I
couldn't come to the house warming. Not that I'd be able to with the
Harvard meet coming up, but come on. I'm banned from the house warming?"
	"You aren't banned," I began. "Ok, there is a reasonable
explanation for all of this, there really is." I paused. "Charles is
helping me set up Tanner. He must be talking to these random guys to, you
know, vet them, or whatever. And he told me he'd found someone, I'm sure he
just took him to dinner last night. There. Explanation."
	"Blind date for Tanner?" Justin asked. "That's it? That's all?"
	"Yeah, man. I mean, that's all that I can think of. And as for you
being banned from the house warming, you aren't banned. It's part of the
set up. Charles is going to pretend to take Tanner and then dump him on the
other guy."
	Justin was nodding. He was a great student, but when it came to
matters outside of the books, he wasn't the brightest cookie.
	"So I have nothing to worry about?" he asked me, standing and
buttoning up his coat.
	"Nothing at all. And since when did it bother you?" I asked as he
was leaving.
	"We're headed there, Mike," Justin said, taking liberty with not
calling me Professor. "We may not be there yet and we may be moving at a
snail's pace, but I wouldn't still be in this if I didn't think that one
day, Charles and I would be able to be faithful towards each other. I
thought we were almost there, but if he can have set backs this easily then
maybe I was wrong. And if it continues to bother me, well maybe I'm not as
ok with it as I thought."
	As Justin left, I couldn't tell if that was the most romantic thing
I'd ever heard or the most bizarre.
	**The next day was my house warming party, Cooper and I's first
event in our Upper East Side apartment. Charles had gotten caterers to
prepare a great hors devours spread and the best mixoligist this side of
the canal to bartend. In a few hours, the apartment would be filled with my
friends and colleagues, and Cooper's two buddies who'd flown in for the
weekend from Baton Rouge.
	While we were putting last minute touches on the apartment, Charles
was saying goodbye to Justin for the weekend.
	"You're going to kill those Harvard brats," Charles said as Justin
loaded up his overnight bag.
	"You sure you don't want to come? If you leave here early enough
you can make the semi-final regatta race."
	"We'll see how hammered I get tonight," Charles said. "And who
knows who'll be there. The last time Cooper's friends were in town, I ended
up tasting creole for a week, if you know what I mean."
	Justin shrugged. He continued packing.
	"Is something wrong?" Charles asked. He stood up and wrapped his
arms around Justin who was folding a pair of boxer briefs and stuffing them
into the bag.
	"Let me go," Justin said shaking Charles off and trying to regain
his mobility. "I have to finish packing and head out. The guys are waiting
for me."
	"Ok," Charles said. "Something died in your Cheerios."
	"Nothing died in my Cheerios," Justin said. "You wanna know what's
wrong?"
	"No actually, I have a shower to take," Charles said bitingly.
	"Fine," Justin said, zipping up his overnight bag. "I'll see you
tomorrow." Justin was heading for the front door when Charles called
"You're forgetting your oar."
	Justin returned to the bedroom and Charles, sitting in his own
boxer briefs holding an oar said "Listen, something is bothering you. I
don't usually open myself up as a listening party, but if you'd like to
tell me what it is, I'll hold off the snarkiness until the end."
	"Ok. I thought you were sleeping with someone this week," Justin
said, putting his bag down and sitting next to Charles.
	"That's ridiculous," Charles replied.
	"I know that now," Justin said. "I talked to Mike. And I know that
there have been other guys, Charles, I get that. That's the you I fell in
love with. But we always agreed to be open with each other and work towards
a relationship that only included you and me. I thought I loved that
arrangement as much as you did, but for some reason this week when I
thought you were stepping out, it bothered me."
	"But it never has before?" Charles said with just a hint of
snarky. "Babe, I love you. You are the first guy I've ever said that to,
honest. I don't need to see other guys, its never been about that. I just
thought you being so young and wanting to explore so badly, we'd be better
off keeping the door open."
	"I'm tired of having an open door," Justin said. "I want to close
the door and have you here in it."
	"Does that mean no more threesomes for my birthday?" Charles
smiled.
	"Ok, birthdays might be a different story," Justin said, leaning in
to kiss Charles.
	"You're going to be late," Charles said with his lips still on
Justin's. He reached over and put his hand on Justin's package.
	"I'm driving," Justin said. He pushed Charles back and straddled
him. "Those boys can wait." He leaned down, kissed Charles, and within
minutes, was riding up and down his faithful boyfriend's rock hard oar.
	**Three blocks south, Cooper and I were taking our first shots with
our first guest at our first event in the home we had together. Cooper's
friends from Baton had flown in that afternoon and they'd brought some dark
aged whiskey with them. It would be rude of us, as hosts, not to get the
festivities going.
	Within an hour the apartment was in full swing. Within two hours,
the party was a shit show.
	"This is our place," I said, finding Cooper and hugging him.
	"This is our place," he replied. Six shots, two long islands and a
bourbon and coke into the party, the scene before us was almost more than I
could handle. Cooper's friends were talking to a couple of girls in the
corner. The bisexual one that Charles had slept with at the wedding a year
ago was making a point to talk to as many women as possible. Speaking of
Charles, he'd mostly kept to himself all night and spent a significant
portion of the party on the phone. Phillip and Beau were still around but
hankering to leave. They'd arrived late and were ready to nightcap back at
their downtown studio. There were several couples talking closely or even
kissing by this point and Cooper and I couldn't have been prouder if our
names had Mary.
	Chief among the kissing couples were Tanner and Austin, the One
Life to Live writer. According to plan, Charles had gotten Tanner tanked on
vodka/tonics at a small restaurant a couple of blocks from my
apartment. The food was light, and so was Tanner's tolerance.
	He was so buzzed by the time they arrived an hour late to the party
that I had to pull Charles aside and ask him if he'd slipped anything into
Tanner's drink.
	"Just some ecstasy," Charles replied. "Kidding. Its all him."
	Shortly thereafter, Charles introduced him innocently to
Austin. The two talked for twenty minutes before making out at the bar of
our dining room table. Twenty minutes after that, they took a joint
bathroom break.
	"Looks like operation Tanner Hook Up was a success," Phillip said
to me as he and Beau hugged us goodbye. "I'll see you at brunch tomorrow
morning."
	Charles left right after they did, telling me "good luck" with
Tanner. Just like most parties do, within fifteen minutes everything went
from bustling to dwindling. Tanner and Austin were still in the
restroom. While Cooper was saying goodbye to his friends, I knocked on the
bathroom door and tried to extract the final guests of the night.
	"Hey Tanner," I called from the other side of the door. "I called
you a cab. Get dressed and I'll walk you downstairs."
	There was a giggle, silence, a zipping sound and then the door
opened. No flush. Tanner poked his drunken head out of the door and smiled
"Ok, give us two seconds and we'll be heading down."
	"Is McSoap still in there?" Cooper called from behind me. Tanner
smiled and nodded his head.
	"We're going back to his place," Tanner said. "You're place?" he
asked looking behind him.
	"My place," McSoap replied.
	"Well you two be careful," I said as they opened the door all the
way. Austin was putting his shirt back on and Tanner hadn't even bothered.
	"Where's my coat?" he asked stumbling to the closet and pulling out
his coat. I couldn't hold my own tipsy giggles in. Seeing Tanner this drunk
was both a rarity and a treat. "You two are ideal," he said giving me a
hug. I thanked him trying to transfer his own weight back to his body.
	"Be safe," I said. "Are you sure you're good to do this? Do you
want to crash here?"
	"It's been seven months, Mikey," Tanner said. "I'm totally good to
do this."
	They left without looking back, getting into the cab I'd had to
give an extra five bucks to in order for him to wait for them.
	The cab took them to a small studio above a coffee shop on W80th,
just across the park from my new place. Austin led Tanner up a flight of
stairs and into a sparsely decorated but neat apartment.
	"Sorry about the mess," Austin slurred, moving a stack of magazines
from the couch. It was the only displacement in the entire room. "Have a
seat."
	Tanner sat down, not remembering exactly how this was supposed to
go. They'd already gotten to second base and continued flirting and feeling
the entire cab ride there. But something about being in someone's home,
about to hook up with him, for the first time in over three years made him
really nervous.
	"You're really cute," he said, breaking the silence. Austin was
hanging up their coats.
	"Thanks, babe. You're adorable too," he replied. "I knew Charles
had good taste, but I wasn't sure what to expect from a blind date."
	"Blind date?" Tanner said.
	"Yeah," Austin replied. "You didn't know?" he laughed. "You want
something to drink?" He was pouring two glasses of water before waiting for
a response.
	"No, I had no idea. That damn Charles. I bet Mike was in on it
too," Tanner slurred. He attempted to get off the couch, but realized doing
so required too much coordination at that point. He settled back in
instead.
	"Does it matter?" Austin asked bringing two glasses of water back
to the couch with him.
	"Not tonight. I'll be that friend tomorrow," Tanner replied.
	"That friend?" Austin asked.
	"It doesn't matter," Tanner said, forgetting all inhibition and
grabbing Austin's face. He laid a gin soaked kiss on his rebound
lay. "Tonight it doesn't even matter."
	From there, the slightly less drunk Austin took the lead. He fumbly
undid his own shirt and then Tanner's, whose slim body was looking even
slimmer since Frank had left.
	"I love your chest," Tanner said feeling Austin's pecks while the
writer was undoing his own jeans. Austin then moved on to Tanner's pants,
leaving both of them in nothing but their underwear.
	They began kissing again, feeling each other's bodies, sloppily
rubbing their own hard bodies against each other. The stiffy that was
rubbing against Tanner's own semi-hard cock was unmistakable.
	Before long, Austin had slid his own boxers down to his ankles,
unleashing a rock hard dick, ready to rub against Tanner's body. With
little hesitation, he turned my friend around and began ravishing his ass,
loosening him up. The months off had left Tanner hornier than he'd ever
been and tighter than he'd ever intended. Austin noticed and dove in with
the excitement of any man up for the challenge.
	A few minutes later, he was ready to take the plunge. "Let me get a
condom," he said, getting up and walking to the bedroom. He returned with a
wrapper in his mouth, cock swinging. This was the first hard cock Tanner
had seen since getting married and divorced. "Ready?"
	"It looks like you are," Tanner slurred. Before he knew what was
happening, Austin's rock hard cock was inside Tanner's loosened ass, still
tight from a six month celibacy.
	Tanner couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good. Austin
was gentle at first, letting his hard dick loosen Tanner up. The moans of
encouragement prodded him on, and before long, he was holding firmly onto
Tanner's hips and pounding away at his ass. The "oh gods" and "fuck me's"
were loud enough to wake up any neighbor, and the two couldn't care any
less than they did.
	Before Tanner knew it, Austin's cock was out of his ass, he had
been turned over onto his back and rope after rope of hot creamy cum was
being dumped onto his chest. The feeling of Austin's finish on his chest
drove Tanner crazy and within seconds, he was cumming all over his own
torso. Tanner, letting his inner prude go for the night, was thrilled when
Austin lay down on top of him, kissing him deeply and slowly. The two spent
guys fell asleep, just like that, on Austin's couch covered in their own
cum.
	**The next morning at brunch, Tanner's one-nighter was the talk of
the table at Anaria's.
	"You little minx," Beau chided, taking a huge sip of his bloody
mary. "I thought Charles was supposed to be the slutty one."
	"On the contrary, bastards," Charles replied. "I've turned over a
brand new leaf."
	"Oh yeah?" Tanner asked, still visibly drunk from the night
before. The bloody mary in front of him wasn't helping the sobering up
process one bit.
	"I told Justin yesterday that I would be faithful from here on
out," Charles replied. "And for good measure, I'm surprising him with a
trip to Florida this weekend."
	"It's midterm season," I responded wondering to myself why I was
more offended by the trip than the declaration of monogamy.
	"It's always midterm season," Charles said.
	"That's your concern? Midterms?" Tanner asked. "Not the fact that
Manhattan's biggest slut just entered into an actual closed relationship."
	"I don't think you can do it," Beau said simply.
	"I second that you're honor," Tanner responded laughing.
	"Ye of little faith," Charles said. "I figure if I walk like a duck
long enough, I won't even want to have sex with anyone else."
	"You keep walking like a duck honey. You go for it," I said raising
my glass. "To being a duck."
	"To being a duck," everyone chimed. Yes, a lot can happen in one
year. And sitting there a year after the exact same spot we'd left off, me
and my boys couldn't have been stronger.

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