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Hot Shot
by Sedonia Guillone
Contemporary MM
“Hey, Paul, will you photograph me?”
Paul froze. He clutched his towel and stopped in mid-rub of his wet hair. The room filled with silence, the only sound, the evening spring rain that pelted the living room window. Slowly, he lowered the towel, turned, and looked at Carlo.
Large brown eyes watched him from under a thick fringe of ebony lashes. Carlo had already toweled the rain off his own thick glossy hair and the shaggy locks tumbled around his face, set off his high cheekbones. His smooth black goatee and mustache emphasized his full lips. Paul had spent countless moments fantasizing about kissing those lips.
Paul’s heart thumped. Carlo’s beauty always struck him and in the whole three years of their friendship, he’d ached to capture that beauty on film. “Are you serious?”
What appeared fleeting shyness passed across Carlo’s face, quickly replaced by his usual coolness. “Yeah, man. I’m serious.”
Paul nodded. His heart pumped in rapid beats now and his cock stirred and jumped to attention in his jeans. He set the towel aside and cleared his throat. “Okay, then. If you want me to.” He forced himself to act casual, far from the emotional chaos that churned his blood. In three years as housemates, Carlo had never expressed interest in getting photographed, not even in his soccer uniform or at his garage where he designed and built the hottest choppers in their part of California. “May I…uh…I mean, I’m just curious—”
Carlo’s soft laughter interrupted him. “I know. You can’t believe it.” He shrugged and looked down. “I don’t know, man. Just like this.”
Paul stared at him another moment. He had the sense Carlo was holding something back. But hey, he wasn’t going to push. Carlo’s asking to be photographed was a fantasy come true, as rare as Halley’s comet. “Well…” Paul gestured in the direction of his studio, really, a spare bedroom in the back of his house he’d converted into a studio. “This way.” He led Carlo there.
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The Type of Love that Lasts
by Sedonia Guillone
Contemporary MM
“Oh darn!” Marni exclaimed when she flipped the switch to the garbage disposal and nothing happened. She turned to her twelve-year-old daughter, Jenny who sat at the breakfast table, picking at her waffle. “The disposal’s busted, Jen,” she said.
Jenny looked up from her mangled breakfast and shrugged. “Call Dad. He fixes everything.”
Marni nodded as she turned to pull out the eggshells she’d just thrown in to put them in the wastebasket. Her body had tensed at Jenny’s mention of Tim, and a pulsing started between her legs as she remembered what happened last time he’d had come to do work in the house.
She looked over at Jenny who had just finished her cereal and was getting up from the table. Jenny handed her the plate with its syrupy remains. “Did you take your typewriter off the coffee table like I asked?”
“No, Mom. I forgot. I’ll do it when I get home.”
Marni sighed. “All right. You know Dad and I will get you a computer if you want.”
“No thanks, Mom. I like my ancient typewriter.”
“Ancient! I used that typewriter when I was your age. I’m not that old!”
“You’re from the 80s, Mom. You’re old.”
Marni chuckled, grateful for an intelligent, witty daughter who did not give in to technological advancement. “Do you have your ballet slippers with you?”
“Miss Jones is sick, remember? I’m coming home on the bus.”
Marni smiled and shook her head. “Sorry, sweetie,” she answered. “I keep forgetting.” She leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. “Have a good day, okay?”
“You too, Mom.” Jenny picked up her backpack. She headed toward the door. “And please don’t fight with Dad like you guys always do.”
Marni gave her daughter a sympathetic look. “I’ll try. You know it has nothing to do with you, don’t you? We just don’t get along.”
Jenny looked down. “Yeah. Bye.”
“I love you,” Marni called just before she disappeared out the door. Marni turned and rubbed her eyes briefly before she began to wash the breakfast things. She felt sad for her daughter who kept hoping her parents would get back together.
Truthfully, she and Tim wanted to. They’d been high school sweethearts who’d never imagined anyone else for each other.
But something had happened. Maybe the pressure of Tim’s plumbing business. They’d begun fighting. They’d gone from best friends to oil and water in less than a year.
There was one area of life, however, where they were always compatible. They were each other’s type. Marni loved Tim’s muscular body and Tim loved Marni’s abundant breasts. In spite of herself, Marni smiled. Her body heated as she remembered when Tim had come over to show Marni how to drain the hot water heater. Tim had always been brawny and good-looking and was wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He knew she always loved him in those simple things and before they knew it, Marni had gone onto her knees, unzipping his jeans, releasing his swollen veined shaft. He moaned as she rubbed his erection between her generous tits. Then, right there in the laundry room, he’d lifted Marni onto the washing machine, lifted up her skirt and yanked down her panties to feast on her dripping pink musk, first with his tongue and then with his cock.
Marni finished washing their breakfast things and went right for the phone.
