Tasting what could have been – what should have been – didn’t make it easier.

I like ’em feisty. Especially with that twangy accent you got going on. I’d give my last UFC check to see you in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts. With those long legs, I bet they’d look amazing.

Romeo found himself walking up to the window. He placed his palm against the cool glass, and after a few seconds Tino’s hand pressed against the other side. They stood there for a few seconds until Romeo felt his eyes getting watery and he turned away.

Two phoenixes that had overcome the tragic ending written a long time ago, proving the history doesn’t always repeat itself.

He got that sensation again. His chest expanded with the emotions, making him feel like he’d shatter right there over how beautiful she was and how desperately he adored her. It actually choked him with the force of it. If he tried to speak, he’d lose it.

He hadn't spent a lifetime pushing women away only to be taken down by a piece of pumpkin pie.

Let's get outta here. Or I'm gonna put my mouth on you right here. I’ve been fantasizing ‘bout tasting you since Thanksgiving.” ~ Clay

This was a new year. He was in third grade. It was time to be bold.

With his arm back around Gavin's waist, Brad suddenly seemed very determined to get to their destination. Gavin was curious about it until he saw the restaurant. With rainbow flags hanging on either side of the sign mounted on the roof, it sort of looked like home base in a game of gay tag.

You like it dirty; I do too. Be filthy; beg me for it. Be a complete cock whore.""You like being forced to just lay there and wait for me. I like it too. You look so good all open and ready for my cock. Just being still and obedient like a good little cock whore.