Lost and found chapter 5

Michael and I walked out of the conference room with his attorney, Brian, and my attorney, Joe Callin. We stood together in the hallway while both Joe and Brian took off for their offices.

Michael was wearing a very light gray Glenn plaid suit with a gold tie and no underwear. The finely woven light wool material had molded itself perfectly to his ass when he turned earlier to hang up his suit coat. That was something that kept going in and out of my mind all during the meeting we had just concluded.

I was standing with my hands in my pockets and kept my face as expressionless as possible because I knew that we were being watched, even if we couldn't be heard.

I smiled at Michael. "I wanna fuck you."

He grinned at me. "Now, how would you like your mother to hear you talking like that?"

"Well, it's not like she's a regular mom. More like a Cruella DeVille mom. Wouldn't surprise me a bit if she had a Dalmation coat buried in one of her closets." I leaned against the door jamb with my hands still in my pockets.

I asked him. "Does this agreement satisfy you? Can you really live with it?"

Michael was lightly kicking the carpet with the toe of his shoe. "You're not gonna, like, start buying me all kinds a things are you?"

I smiled. "You don't like German cars?"

He smiled back and then kinda ducked his head. "They're okay, maybe a little pushy." He glanced quickly down the corridor at the secretaries beyond. "It's just that the thing I really like..........really, really like, is free." He glanced up at me and his hazel eyes flashed and then he smiled. "Okay, maybe one BMW."

"I wanna kiss you." I was staring deeply into his beautiful eyes.

"They're all watching, ya know?"

"I still wanna kiss you." I held up my hands. "I know, I know, I won't. I could buy you lunch, though."

"No such luck. I'm lunching with a client and then working my fucking ass off on the acquisition that I'm trying to talk them into making."

"Well, I guess that means I have to go back to work myself." I wanted so to touch him. See ya at home later. Bye, Hun."

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Walking past Rosie's desk she handed me a stack of opened letters, most with yellow stickem notes attached.

"Geez, Rosie, you been saving these for a slow day? "

"You're just popular, Boss. How did the meeting go?"

I stopped walking and thought for a moment, reliving the bits of the meeting. "Good, Michael seemed happy, and that was the whole point of the thing. And Joe and Brian had really worked this out, really given it some thought. I was impressed. There was a lot of stuff that I had never even considered, much less put a price on. But the important thing is that what they came up with is fair, for the both of us."

"Boss, I set a list of appointments on your desk. I didn't figure you'd be back this early, so they don't start coming until two o'clock. Ya got some time to think."

I turned back and sat on the edge of Rosie's desk. "Rosie, ya think Ralph is bothered seeing two gay guys? Cause, like, ya know, we don't always wear bathrobes and stuff; lot'sa times we're walking around in our boxers and stuff. I mean, he's never said anything and, knowing him, he never would, but I was wondering if it bothered him."

Rosie smiled evilly and leaned back in her seat, resting her arms on the chair's. "He thinks you two are cute."

"Cute?"

"Not my word, Boss, his. You gotta remember that you're someone he's been worrying over for more than thirty years, from the time you was a little boy. He spent a lot a time see'n you unhappy and now he's see'n you the other way, and see'n you happy makes him happy. Plus the fact that I happen to know for sure that he likes Michael."

"He told you that?"

"Yep. Michael has always been polite to Ralph, never treat'n him like a servant; that counts for a lot. Plus the fact that Ralph sees Michael reading. May seem like a simple thing, but Ralph don't have much time for people who don't read books. Truth be told, Boss, boxer shorts or bare ass naked, I don't think you guys are gonna do much to upset Ralph. You know how he is, even better'n me, once he makes up his mind about a thing or a person, he don't change it much. He thinks you guys are cute and, anything short of your committ'n an axe murder, he's gonna keep on think'n you're cute."

"Well.............that's a relief. It's just that it's not always easy to know what people are thinking." I got up and started to walk to my office. "How are the markets doing?"

"Up and down mostly, Boss. But I'm telling ya, we gotta start buying gold. I know you don't think much of it, Boss, but just remember the basics. The commercials are short three and a half years of production. Gold keeps edge'n up and, eventually, they're gonna have to cover those short positions."

"How would you handle it, Rosie?"

"Boss, we been need'n a precious metal sector fund for a while now, and I can't think of a better time."

"Get some people on it, Rosie. Gimme a proposal." I started to turn toward my office.

I could hear the smile in Rosie's voice even without looking. "It's on your desk, Boss."

I kept walking but had to smile.

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Michael was lying on our bed on his stomach wearing only gray, knit gym shorts that were riding up his beautiful butt; his back and shoulders flaring out in a "v" from the waistband. He was reading the rough draft of a contract for a client and wearing small black-rimmed reading glasses that made him look even more adorable than usual. I was reading Rosie's proposal, there was nothing on TV, and around nine o'clock we just ended up in bed, both of us cleaning up loose ends from work.

Michael pulled his glasses off, folded them carefully and put them on his nightstand.

I looked at him. "Done working?"

"Yep. I been reading contracts from nine this morning, and the words are beginning to run together. That can't be good for our clients." He swiveled his body around and laid his head on my stomach, his right arm lying across my hips.

I reached down and gently ran my hand over his hair. "Tough day?"

"Nah, tedious. A let's-negotiate-every-fucking-word day. Wears me out, but at least that part is finished." Michael cupped my cock and balls, which at the moment were encased in boxer briefs.

I laid Rosie's proposal on the night stand and tugged at Michael's shoulders until he came up on the bed and shoved his left arm under me and laid his head on my shoulder. I lifted his chin with my left hand and looked into his eyes and then lightly kissed him.

I laughed.

"What?"

"You look like a little boy tonight."

"Now what on earth makes you say that?"

"I dunno. Sometimes you just get a kinda little boy look to you. Actually, it's sexy as hell." I scrunched down and pulled his right leg over me. "By the way, Rosie tells me that Ralph thinks we look cute and doesn't give a fuck about us walking around in our skivvies. That was something I was kinda wondering about."

Michael lowered his head, ran his tongue over my nipple and then looked up. "Actually, I knew that."

I pushed his head lightly down to my nipple again. "How did you know that?"

Michael smiled up at me. "I asked him. Subtle, huh?" I laughed and he went back to my nipple.

"What'dya mean? How did you ask him?" Michael was pushing his hand down into my briefs and playing with my cock, squeezing it and running his thumb around the head.

"I just asked him if having a couple of gay guys running around half-naked all the time weirded him out. He said he was just happy that we were comfortable with him here and that we were happy. We had a nice talk. He's a really smart guy. Kinda reminds me of my grandfather."

I shoved my hand down the back of Michael's shorts and played with his ass. "Yeah, he is a smart guy." I buried my face in his neck and kissed and nibbled. "Wanna fuck?"

Michael pulled my head back to his neck. "Yeah, but do that to my ear some more. That's fantastic. Ohh fuck, yes." His skin was so smooth and warm.

After a while he pulled away and rolled onto his back and, lifting his legs, pulled off his shorts and tossed them off the bed. He swung his right leg over my waist.

"I wanna ride it." His cock was so hard that it was practically flat against his stomach.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and handed it to Michael. "You do the honors."

He raised up while he lubed his ass and then reached back and lubed my cock. I wrapped my hand around his dick; it was so hard I had to laugh. "I'm afraid that I'm gonna break this thing. You got any blood left going to your brain?"

"Oh, yeah, I can think and fuck at the same time, well...........mostly."

He settled back down onto my cock, pausing for a moment until it broke through the anal ring, and then let it move totally into him. I was studying his face as he took my cock and watched his expression change from need to concentration, to some pain and, then, to satisfaction.

"Feel good, Babe?" Even though he was all the way down on my cock I could still feel his butt adjusting itself to my dick.

He tilted his head all the way back and then swung his head forward, dropping his chin to his chest. "How can that feel sooooo good? Am I some kind of a fucking slut that I can't get enough of your dick up my ass?"

I ran my hands slowly up his thighs to his waist. "No! You've just got a normal sex drive and a really handsome boyfriend. If you were down at the docks somewhere, trying to lure sailors off of ships, that might be something else." I began to slowly fuck upwards into him, just a few millimeters at a time and, moments later, Michael was moving counter to me and pushing his ass down on my upcoming cock and steadily making an "Ah, ah, ah" sound. I watched his face as he got lost in the fuck and moved into whatever fantasy made him feel best. I was very lightly stroking his cock, my fingers barely touching it. The precum was beginning to flow in a steady stream, and I let it run over my fingers and the back of my hand.

When he looked down at me, I brought my precum covered hand to my mouth, smiled and then licked it clean. His eyes widened and he said, "Oh, fuck!" Then I wrapped my hand back around his cock, but firmer this time, and I began to work the precum around, slicking him up.

Michael was picking up the pace, rising and falling faster and faster on my cock while his ass was clamping tight one moment and releasing the next.

I was getting close and I was pretty sure that he was, too, so I twisted my precum soaked hand around the head of his cock and then began beating him off hard.

His head was thrown back and he was whispering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," as his knees gripped my hips and his butt rotated back and forth.

He looked down at me with a look almost of panic. "Cum in me, Jeff! Shoot in my fucking ass!" Then he gasped and made almost a gurgling sound just before he started shooting. He clamped down unbelievably tight on my cock and this, along with his hips also rotating, pulled me over the edge and I did as he had asked and began shooting in his ass.

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I wasn't cold like I usually am. Michael's left arm was under my neck, the front of his body pressed to my back his right arm over my chest and his right arm holding my shoulder. I could feel his lungs rising and falling and his breath warm on the back of my neck. He wasn't snoring but he was making a small sound, much softer than a snore but similar. It was comforting.

I could hear the wind hitting the windows and even though the heat was on it was obvious that it had gotten even colder outside. God I hate November! It used to be tolerable because of Thanksgiving but with the kids feeling the way they did even that had been ruined. Now it was just a cold, dreary month without even the charm of snow.

I gently pulled Michael's hand off of my shoulder and slid out of bed to go take a piss. I stopped at the thermostat and kicked it up a bit and closed the bathroom door so that the light wouldn't wake Michael. Geez, standing there peeing I realized that I missed him! He was twenty feet away and I missed him! It was a great fuck. When did getting fucked start feeling good? Part of it was that look that he got on his face. That, "is it okay, am I doing what you like" look. And he is a great kisser. Wonder where he learned that or if he's just a natural.

Oh God the boy! He won't be waking up in a warm house this morning. He's dead. No! Don't think about the boy! Later, you'll move heaven and earth but later! But not now, now you need to be with Michael. This guy could be the one and he needs you too.

Michael had rolled over onto his back. I lifted the covers and slid in next to him on my right side. I propped my head on my hand and looked down at him. He looked so peaceful and vulnerable. His brown hair was totally messed up and he was making little movements with his mouth. When my leg touched his he responded immediately and rolled toward me, kinda burying his face in my chest and wrapping his right arm over my hip. I bent my head and kissed his forehead, it was warm and dry. His hair smelled of shampoo. I wondered if he was a good lawyer. Probably was. Callin & Callin only hired the best.

Michael mumbled into my right nipple. "Whatsa time?"

I kissed him again. "It's okay Michael, it's only about five. When do you need to be at work?"

"Mmmmm, they'd like me to sleep at my desk." He held me tighter. "Wonderful last night."

I put my hand on his shoulder and bent to kiss his ear. "For me too." I smoothed his hair with my hand.

"You feel nice and warm." He said as he slid his right leg between my legs. "How did I go twenty-nine years without ever fucking anyone?" He raised his head and looked at me. "How fucking sick is that? How nuts do ya have to be to be afraid to make that total connection with someone?"

I bent down and kissed Michael again. "You're not sick. And for your first time out ya did a really great job."

Michael pulled my head down for another kiss. "We could get in a little more practice before work." He gently cupped my balls and then slowly moved his middle finger back towards my asshole.

Realizing that he was fully awake I laughed and pushed him over on his back. "Let's try a different way." I straddled his waist and bent down and kissed him again. "You'll like this and I got a feeling that I will too." Putting my hands behind my back I rolled a condom down Michael's cock and then lubed my butt. "Okay but remember don't get too carried away until I've had a chance to stretch. I positioned his cock at my asshole and slowly sank down on it while Michael was holding my balls and gently stroking my cock. The feeling was indescribable, even better than last night. As I sank down and his cock filled me and then passed over my prostate I almost shot my load. I put my hand over his to stop him from stroking my cock.

I took a deep breath. "Damn I wish I could explain how good it feels to have you in me."

"Feels pretty good for me too. It's like all hot, wet, tight and............total."

Michael was fucking slowly, steadily. I leaned down to kiss him and nuzzle his neck I kissed him lightly and then more deeply drawing the breath from his lungs. His cock felt like it was made of solid steel in my ass, he was totally, completely hard and his eyes were partially closed as he concentrated on fucking. He was slowly stroking my back as he fucked me, occasionally pulling me down for another kiss. All of the feelings that I was feeling were slowly beginning to concentrate on my cock and I knew that I could shoot at any time. Michael speed was increasing and I lifted myself up so that I was squatting over him rather than sitting on him, which allowed me to meet his upward thrusts. The first time I did it his eyes shot open and he made a little gasping sound.

I bent down so that my mouth was next to his ear. "Michael I want your cum in my ass. I want you to shoot your load inside of me. My ass is yours babe. Fuck it."

Michael gasped out a laugh. "You sure fuckin know what to say. Oh god I'm cumming! Oh fuck!" He was slamming his cock up into me and I started jerking off so that we'd cum about the same time.

"Man I'm shooting on your fucking chest!"

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Michael is left handed and when he shaves he bends over and supports his body on his right hand while he shaves with his left. I'm standing watching him shave, he looks so skinny and so hot, with his cute little butt sticking out and his more than ample cock swinging free.

He turns and looks at me. "What? What?"

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist pulling him back against me and kiss the side of his neck. "Looking at you standing there shaving, well, I just thought how right that looked and god, how fucking right you feel." Michael squirmed in my arms twisting his head to the side.

"Jeff, you realize you've got a naked lawyer in your arms? Your other lawyers are gonna be jealous."

I slapped him on the butt. "You finish shaving. I'll be right back." I went into my closet and brought back a suit. "Okay, try these pants." I was holding the pants down and in front of me so that he could step into them.

"You're really determined that I wear your clothes aren't you."

"Well this way you won't have to go home and I get to spend more time with you. Besides, all that shit is just going to waste." Michael gave me a look. "Okay! It's also kinda hot, the thought that you're wearing my clothes."

"I don't have underwear on."

I smiled. "That's even better."

Michael stepped in the pants and I gently scooped up his cock and balls and lowered them into the slacks. "Michael, they look fucking great! Shit they look better on you than they do on me. I'll get a shirt and tie. Oh and shoes too."

He looked fantastic. It was a Brioni suit in a soft Glen Plaid with a white shirt and deep green almost black tie. "Fuck you're handsome." I was still in my bathrobe and leaning against the wall.

Michael came over to me and holding my face in his hands, gently kissed me. "You think that I'm handsome?" He slowly shook his head and then pressed the side of his face to mine. "They see this suit the people at the office will think I've been embezzeling."

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"Michael, I still want you to represent the boy. I want you to make sure the cops don't just forget about this and if you have to I want private detectives."

He turned and looked at me. "You sure?" I gave him a look. "Okay, okay. Let me play devil's advocate. First of all if you want a lawyer to represent the boy, it probably should be a criminal attorney. Don't look at me like that. Wanna do a merger or an acquisition, I'm your guy but the only thing that I know about stuff like this is text book stuff." Michael took a bite of toast. "Then there's the whole idea about whether you want to get involved in this at all. Look Jeff, Callin & Callin are your attorneys. A big part of that is taking the broad view of things and keeping you out of potential trouble."

"So I should just forget about this?" I knew that my voice was getting too loud and Michael got a weird look on his face. I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him. "I know, I know, devil's advocate." I kissed his forehead.

Michael's voice was very quiet, his chin was on my shoulder. "I probably shouldn't even be talking about this yet............. but what about us? What I mean is, that if, and I know you don't wanna make that commitment yet but if, we were to become, you know like boyfriends, I think we ought to keep our work lives as separate as possible."

Michael pulled his head back and looked at me with a look that was heart wrenching. "Jeff, you're this wealthy guy. I can't come even close to matching what you got and if I'm gonna keep any sense of self-worth I need to keep my job separate."

I knew that he was right. Not that I was going to abandon the boy, but if Michael and I did become boyfriends I could understand how he'd need the independence he spoke of.

I pulled Michael in for a deep kiss. "You're right. I still want the firm to represent the boy but I'll leave the choice of the lawyer up to you. As far as the boyfriend stuff goes, well, you're right about that too. But Michael, I'm like the most boring guy on earth. My idea of a good time is to stay home and have a nice meal, a little wine and cuddle with a handsome young attorney." Michael was smiling broadly. "We don't have to do anything that you feel uncomfortable with." I stroked the side of his face. "I won't push you Michael and I'll never put you into the position of feeling like a poor relation. Cause Michael, that just isn't how I think, so we can take this as slow as you want." I let go of him and poured myself another cup of coffee. "The other thing is how I interact with your firm now. You think I should tell Joe?" I was referring to Joe Callin the senior partner in the firm and the guy I always talked to. "You think we should tell him?"

Michael frowned in concentration. "Not yet, let's be sure ourselves of how we feel. Once we're sure of that then if we decide we want to be together then definitely yes we should tell him, and probably do it together."

He got a totally weird look on his face and then dropped his chin to his chest. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck I forgot!" He looked up at me.

"His name is Scott, or was." Michael pressed the balls of his hands into his eyes. "How could I forget that?" He looked up at me. "It was the only thing he said at the hospital before he died. The nurse kept asking him his name and he finally said Scott."

It was like somehow the body of the dead boy was being touched with a wand, a magical wand that imparted this missing bit of humanity, his name. I pictured it spreading across and through him, restoring, in some way, his status as a member of the human race.

I wrapped my arms around Michael and held him by his belt while I rested my face next to his. I said the name, "Scott......... Scott," as if testing it for authenticity. It felt right.

"Pick a good attorney.......someone who never quits...... a real bulldog."

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Rosie brought me a cup of coffee. If I had asked her to bring me a cup she would have given me a fifteen minute lecture on how she wasn't a waitress, or a servant but my assistant and that she shouldn't be expected to wait on me and actually I agreed with her.
She brought me coffee when she wanted information, information best gathered in a heart to heart talk.

"So boss, whatcha think of Michael? You guys gonna see each other again? Ralph says he's skinny. He skinnier than you?"

I laughed. "Rosie, he's not skinny! Actually we're the same size. He wore one of my suits to work today." I glanced up at her quickly and she was rolling her eyes. She sat her ample butt back in the chair and smiled. I smiled too. "So he didn't have to go home and then to work. We could have more time together."

"He was a straight A student at University of Chicago, the boys smart. Course if he wears your suit to work he's got to return it, doesn't he?"

"You've been digging Rosie. Whatcha find out?"

"Well boss, I started to dig and then I figured that if Michael turns out to be the right guy for you that then maybe I shouldn't be invading his privacy. Ya understand? Like he might not be so cool with that. Anyway I figured you'd be doin plenty of diggin on your own if you understand my meaning."

I rested my chin on my hand. "You're right. Let's make him off limits. Besides he's been pretty open with me." I was thinking, as I had been all morning, of Michael's cock flopping back and forth in my suit pants.

"Okay Rosie, the real estate guy. What's happening?"

Rosie shifted her weight in the chair. "He wants $23,500 an acre and I told him we'd give em nineteen grand."

"You think he'll split the difference?"

"Boss, I ain't splittin no damn difference! Besides he's got nobody else gives a damn about that land."

"Rosie, how the hell do you know that?"

Rosie laughed uproariously her whole body shaking with it. She rubbed the tears out of her eyes. "Boss I gotta have some secrets." When she settled down. "Why you want that land so bad anyway? What you gonna do with it?"

I put my feet up on the corner of my desk. "I'm not sure. Maybe nothing. When my grandfather was alive, before I was born, they lived in Chicago and on the weekends he and my grandmother would drive out into the country. Well in those days if you drove fifty miles from the city you were in the middle of nowhere. So grandpa would drive till he found what he consider to be a good intersection, now in those days that would be two twolane highways crossing in the middle of farm land, and he'd buy all four corners if he could. Course it was the depression and just about everything was for sale. Well, you had to be patient but if you were willing to wait twenty years you had a tremendous return." I took my feet off of the desk and took a sip of coffee. "All that land we've got in Illinois we got just that way."

I thought of the way that Michael felt when I kissed him goodbye this morning, the muscles in his back as I wrapped my arms around him, how warm and sweet his breath was, the feeling of his cock pressing against my leg.

Rosie was holding a rolled up magazine to her mouth and speaking into it. "Earth to Mr. Palmer. Earth to Mr. Palmer." She was laughing. "You was thinking about him. Don't tell me you weren't! Oh boss, you might just as well roll over and play dead, cause that boy has got you." She was right.

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All of a sudden I was flooded with doubts. Maybe yesterday was just, well just an accident, two people coming together under totally weird circumstances, who just happened to connect. Maybe I was just a one night stand and he was already trying to think of the best way out of it. Maybe he was just too freaked by the differences in our financial situations and didn't want to bother with it.

At three o'clock I called his cell phone.

"Yeah?"

"Michael!"

"Oh god, Jeff! Wow it's been a fucking day!"

"Michael, are ya coming over tonight?"

"Yeah Jeff but I can't have dinner there. I've got a dinner meeting with Brian Caldwell. He's the guy I got ya to represent the boy, Scott." He hesitated a moment. "But afterwards, I thought that I would, I mean if you want me to, I thought I'd come over, about eight. Would that be okay?"

"Yeah Michael, that'd be great. Michael, pull your car over by the garage, the third door, it's empty. I mean it's really cold out you might as well pull in. Michael? You there?"

"Fuck I missed you today Jeff! Even as nuts as it's been around here today I keep thinking of what it was like waking up with you this morning. How warm you felt." Michael was silent for a moment. "Fuck Jeff, I gotta go! I'll see ya later baby."

"Bye babe."

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I pulled open the back door and Michael was standing there, the collar of his tan overcoat turned up against the cold, his breath visible.

"Come in, come in, Michael." I stepped aside and then took his overcoat when he took it off.

"Damn it's getting cold out there." We were kinda just looking at each other, both feeling uncertain.

Michael was looking a little shy and while I was feeling a bit the same way, I found my hand reaching out and taking the back of his neck and pulling him to me. It was almost in slow motion the way that his head tilted to the left and mine to the right and then our lips came together and then our hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, unzipping and then we were on the floor of the kitchen tearing our clothes off and never breaking the kiss, never wanting to separate for even an instant and then pulling everything out of a cabinet looking for cooking oil and then the sudden pain of penetration and finally he was inside of me, taking me again and still the kiss, still the feel of his tongue in my mouth and the sound of his balls as they slapped against my ass and then cum was everywhere, my chest, his chest, my ass, his face, and the Canola oil was spilt and we were laughing, laughing and exhausted. Two naked men lying on the kitchen floor in each others arms, clothes thrown into a pile in the corner by the refrigerator, laughing and telling each other that they loved each other. I did a quick cleanup of the kitchen floor and then took Michael by the hand and we walked naked to the bathroom.

In the shower I took Michael's face in my hands and held it inches from mine. "This day was perfect shit! All that I could fucking think of all day was you and did you feel about me like I feel about you and what the hell was I gonna do if you didn't. I want us to be a couple. I'll understand if you're nervous about moving in right away and if you need to keep parts of our work lives separate, but we need to be a us. Okay?"

The water from the shower was pouring down over both of us and running in sheets off of Michael's head. I started to laugh and pulled him out from under the shower. "I really don't wanna drown ya." He blinked several times and the green flecks in his eyes flashed.

Michael raised his arms and wrapped them around my back. He held me tightly and lightly rested his chin on my shoulder and then rubbed his face against mine.

When he spoke his voice was soft with an almost faraway quality to it. "I love you. I guess that in a way, I have for a long time." He continued rubbing his face against mine and then pulled his head back and kissed me, his eyes were closed and his head tilted to one side.
Finally he broke the kiss and put his chin on my shoulder again. Our bodies were pressed together, our cocks next to each other. He sighed and laid his head on my shoulder while he stroked my back slowly. "I'm afraid. It's a big step." He lifted his head and looked at me. "But I'm more afraid when I'm not with you. You're right, we need to be a us."

We turned off the shower and dried each other off. Then I grabbed a blanket from the closet and Michael and I laid down on the sofa in the living room, the fire was blazing in the fireplace, supplying the only light in the room. We laid together on the sofa wrapped in the blanket, talking softly and watching the flames.

My left leg was over Michael's left leg and I was half lying on top of him my face next to his. "You're happy with this Caldwell guy?" My mouth was inches from his and I kissed him lightly. Michael's left arm was around me and he was rubbing my back.

His hand came up and pulled my head down to his shoulder. "He's the best." Michael laughed. "Ya know, I don't think that I've ever seen him smile. That's a good sign in a criminal lawyer." He turned his head slightly and kissed my forehead. "He's also a stud!"

I lifted my head up and gave him a look. He pulled it back down and turned his head toward mine, when he spoke it was a whisper. "Don't worry, I'm a married man and sooooooo much in love."

I kissed his ear and then stuck my tongue in it. Michael twisted his head first away and then back towards me. "Holy fuck that feels good!"

"Nobody ever stuck their tongue in your ear?"

"Nope, never." Michael ran his fingers through my hair. "I never let em get that close." He pulled my face to his and kissed me hard and deep, exploring my mouth with his tongue. "But I want you to get close. I want you to be a part of me. I want us to start wondering where one of us ends and the other begins." He raised his head and turned to me. "Ya know what turned me on, what really turned me on? Yesterday when you woke up, well I guess you went to pee but later back in bed you ran your hand up my leg and squeezed my butt and then while you were talking to me you just kinda held my balls." He laid his head back down and kinda grinned at me. "I felt so yours, so much like we were, like you said, an us. I want us to be that way, to be able to touch each other, for us both to be a part of that, us." He turned and looked at me again. "Cause Jeff, I really need you to touch me when you want to, cause I don't want there to be any restraints, I want us to belong to each other totally."

The flickering light coming from the fireplace danced around the walls of the room, casting and dissolving shadows. My fathers portrait on the mantle was in shadows and I wondered briefly what he'd think to see his son in the arms of a man. I guess that when I really thought about it, I knew that he wouldn't care. He had been a kind of an outcast his whole life, at least in the sense of the business he chose to start and the way he lived. I don't ever recall him seeming to give a damn what people thought.

I laid my head on Michael's upper chest feeling the solidity of it. It felt so good to finally have someone to share the burden and Michael was strong. It wasn't a burden of work or poverty but a burden of the spirit and it had weighed so heavily on me for so long. I hadn't realized how hard it had been just being gay but now that I had someone to share that with I was beginning to understand what I had been going through.

I stuck my tongue out and licked Michael's nipple. "Oh fuck that feels good!" He put his hand behind my head and gently pressed it towards his nipple. "Oh god Jeff! Do it again."

I looked up at him. "You've got big nipples. Those are usually sensitive."

Michael covered his nipples with his hands. "Whadya mean they're big?

I smiled at him. "Not like a woman's nipples but, well, more pronounced than big. I love nipples like this." I pushed his fingers away and took another lick. Michael moaned. I held his left nipple between my lips and gently flicked the tip of it with my tongue. He began to twist and raise his chest as if the pleasure were almost too great to bear.

"Oh fuck Jeff, damn that feels good!"

I reached down and circled his balls and cock with my hand, he was rock hard. Michael looked up at me and smiled. "Any chance you'd like to get fucked again?"

I ran my left hand from Michael's cock up his abdomen, to his firm stomach and hard, hairy chest. I smiled down at him. "Ya know I'm gonna become addicted to this?" I swung my left leg over Michael's waist and positioned his cock at my ass. I lubed my butt with spit and then slowly moved down on his dick. My hands were on his shoulders and I was concentrating on dealing with the initial pain as I was being stretched.

Michael had a concerned look on his face. "Jeff, go slow, don't hurt yourself."

"I'm okay babe. I just need a second." The feeling of his cock entering me and then slowly moving up into me was beyond description. It wasn't only a physical feeling but a very emotional experience too, a feeling of possession that was both extraordinarily erotic but also very comforting.

Just as Michael's cock was hitting bottom he reached up and pulled my rock hard cock down and let it slap back up and hit my stomach. "Oh fuck Michael! I'm so close, so fucking close!" The top of his cock was exerting a lot of pressure against my prostate.

As soon as the moment passed I bent forward and kissed him. "Okay let's try this now."
I started rubbing and gently pulling Michael's nipples. The reaction was immediate, his head went flying back, his chest went up and his hips thrust forward. It felt like his dick was gonna come out of my mouth.

"Ohhh Jeff! Holy crap!" Then when he saw the look of pain on my face he rested his hands on my thighs and asked. "Babe, you okay? Those are hotwired directly to my cock. I probably shoulda warned ya."

"Guess I need to treat those a little more gently." Michael was still gently fucking me with very short strokes, almost as if his body was doing it by itself.

"Oh yeah Michael! Just like that, that's so fucking good!" My knees and legs were straddling his hips while I moved gently counter to his thrusts. I started raising myself up higher and moving down on his cock harder while I balanced myself with one hand on the back of the sofa. Each thrust was bringing us closer to cumming and I start to very slowly jerk my cock.

Michael reached forward and circled my balls with his right hand and gently played with them. "Oh fuck Michael. Ya got me so fucking close man! Yeah, play with those balls!" His thrusts were coming much faster and harder now, he was slamming up into me.

"Jeff, I'm gonna fucking cum! Fuck you got a sweet ass! Oh fucking yes, yes!" I could feel Michael shooting in my ass and it triggered my own orgasm.

My first shot almost hit Michael on the chin, the rest shot onto his chest.

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We were standing at the foot of our bed. I guess I really did now consider it our bed. Michael was kissing the side of my neck. His words were spoken softly, tenderly. "Jeff, you make me so happy. And no, it's not just the sex, you're bringing out feeling in me I didn't know I was capable of."

I pulled Michael slowly into bed and wrapped him around me his cock pressed against my ass, his right arm around my chest.

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The Dark Side of the Moon 2

When I woke up I could feel something up my ass and I started to cry but when I opened my eyes I could see that there was a doctor doing it, not that that made it all that much better.

He looked at me and gave me a warm smile. “Sorry about this but the police need a swab.” I covered my face with my hands and just kept crying. It had been a bad day. A day when it seemed like I’d lost almost everything that mattered to me and now I was in some hospital and they were doing stuff to me and I was alone.

I heard the doctor drop something into something that sounded metallic and then his hands were on my wrist. He said matter of factly to me, “You’ve got a concussion.” He moved his stethoscope over my chest. “You’re gonna be okay though.” I knew that that wasn’t true.

The doctor ran his hand over my hair. “Your family is outside. They’re anxious to see you. I’ll send em in.”

That got my attention and I sat quickly up in bed. “No!” That sounded a little nuts even to me. Then more quietly, “No, I don’t wanna see anyone! Make em go away!”

He gently pushed me back down onto the bed and looked down at me. “Robert, you’re fourteen and they’re your parents. I can’t stop them from seeing you.” Then he got a very serious look. “Did they have anything to do with this?” I realized that I’d given him the wrong impression.

“No! No, that’s not why I don’t wanna see em.” But there was one thing that I was gonna be firm about. “But I don’t wanna see my brothers! Please you gotta promise me!”

He looked hard into my eyes and then finally said, “Okay, they’re not your parents. I’ll keep em out but you need to talk to someone about this. Did they hurt you?”

I sighed and could feel the tears running down my face. “No. They didn’t do this to me either.”

He leaned over the bed and looked right into my eyes. “The cops are gonna want to talk to you too. They’ve been here once and they’ll be back.” He sighed looked at the wall and then back at me. “You be sure you tell em everything.” Oh God! I couldn’t believe that I still had to face that.

I could hear yelling in the hallway. It sounded like my brothers and my father but then it stopped suddenly. I looked around the room to see if there was a way out but there wasn’t and I found myself sinking down further into the bed dreading what I knew was going to happen.

My dad came into the room all aggressive with my mom seeming to try to hold him back with her eyes. I knew that I was crying again and when he came towards the bed I could feel myself backing away from him without even knowing why. That seemed to stop him a few feet from the bed and he looked at me with a look of confusion and maybe even anger on his face. I was sure that he thought that this was all my fault.

He took another step towards me and I found my body pushing itself even further away from him trying to disappear completely. His face dropped and he said softly, “Robbie.”

I was having a problem separating what had actually happened and what I was afraid people’s reactions would be with what I knew from past experience. Like I said it wasn’t a good day.

I was pushing myself up in the bed and away from my dad but my head hurt like crazy I was tired and weak and was running out of space to push myself to. My voice was hoarse and pleading. “Don’t hit me! I didn’t do anything wrong!” My dad had never hit me and had never given me any reason to think that he would. Crazy.

Lucky for me that didn’t make him turn around and run. He stepped over to the bed and gently but firmly pulled my head against his chest. I was really crying now. He bent his head down so that my head was under his chin.

He whispered, “I’d never hurt you.” I knew that, I really did. It’s just that, well, not everything was working, you know, in my brain.

On the other side of the bed I could feel my mom pick up my hand and squeeze it. She said softly, “Honey, do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head no against my dad’s chest. That was the last thing that I wanted to do.

Before they left my mom said, “Your brothers…………………” but dad interrupted her.

He said softly, “They told us what they did………..and that you heard them talking about it.” He sighed. “They’ve got a lot to think about…………..but we can talk about that when you get outta here and come home. The doctor said that you didn’t wanna talk to em.” I was sliding down into the bed and really wanted to pull the covers up over my head. Come home, did I really have to do that?

My head felt like it was gonna explode but I shook it slowly.

He just nodded that he understood and then said, “Karen was here earlier but” He glanced at his watch, “we sent her home. She gonna stop in tomorrow morning before school. Is that okay?”

My voice came out sounding like a monkey or some fucking animal that had just been taught to speak. “Yeah, that’s good.” I could still feel that cock being jammed down my throat.

Then I got to thinking about it. Was it good or was she on their side. Jimmy was her twin and even though she usually treated me like she was mom that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t side with them. Even though this was a lousy time to be making decisions I decided to just see what she had to say. Maybe she didn’t even know about them.

He said kind of sadly, “Well, it’s really late, we’re gonna go and let you get some sleep.” They were both dressed for work. My mom came over and kissed my forehead and they started to move towards the door.

Suddenly my dad stopped and came back to the bed and hunkered down next to it so that his face was level with mine he reached out and lightly touched my hair with his fingertips. His voice had that sad quality to it. “Your mom and I would never knowingly let anything bad happen to you.”

When they left I pushed the button on a wire that the doctor had given me to hold.

Another problem that I seem to be having is sleep or the lack of it. I get really tired and I drop off like a switch was flipped but I don’t stay asleep very long so at four o’clock in the morning I was watching old movies on TV and the instant that I could order breakfast I did. I wasn’t really hungry but there was just something about the idea of someone bringing me food that was oddly comforting and the hot coffee seemed to help my throat. As soon as I took a sip of it I got this intense flashback of that guy shooting in my mouth and I almost spit the coffee up and everything else in my stomach but then I got it under control. At about six I went slowly into the bathroom and washed my face. There was a new toothbrush and toothpaste there and I used them and then climbed back into bed.

Karen showed up at about seven forty-five looking nervous. She tapped lightly on the door and then peeked her head in like she really didn’t know the person that she was here to visit. She said softly, “Is it okay that I’m here?” I wasn’t sure whether she meant okay with me or okay with the hospital but I nodded yes.

I nodded and said, “Yeah, come on in.” I tried to stay all normal sounding but well let’s face it, I just wasn’t a good judge.

She walked over to the side of the bed and picked up my hand and smiled. “I won’t lie to ya Robbie, you look like hell.”

My throat was still really sore and I’m pretty sure that my voice was weird. I smiled back at her and said, “I guess then that the outside matches the inside.”

She seemed to suck in her upper lip like she was afraid of loosing control. “You want to talk about it?” What is it with women and talking about stuff?

I shook my head and said, “No.”

“You know you scared the crap outta everyone. Mom and Dad were………..well nuts………..and your brothers………..”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” That was maybe a little too loud.

She said, “I didn’t mean what happened just that they were upset, everyone was worried, worried about you.”

“I know, I talked to Mom and Dad last night. I didn’t mean to upset them.” Why was I apologizing? “It’s not like I planned it.”

“I know, Robbie.” She rubbed my hand between the two of hers like she wanted to warm it up. “Jimmy would like to come la…………….”

“No!!” Now that was a shout. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. “I don’t wanna see them! I told the doctor not to let em in! I told him!”

“Okay, Baby, calm down. I’ll tell em not to come. Don’t worry. But, Robbie, they’re not the ones who did this to you.”

I gave her both barrels. “They might as well have been! They did it to other kids and who knows what else they’ve done that I don’t know about? They lied about that so how do I even know who they are? You didn’t hear em! They were laughing! They were fucking laughing!” I was screaming now and two nurses hit the door at about the same time and shoved a confused sister unceremoniously out into the hall with the admonition that I wasn’t supposed to be upset.

I was shivering when the nurses got back into the room and they got heated blankets and piled em on. I didn’t realize that I was crying until the nurse got a tissue and wiped my eyes.

That was how my mom and dad found me when they came at nine. If anything they looked more worried now than they did last night.

My dad said, “There’s a Detective Daniels waiting in the hall.” He ran his hand over my hair. “You ready for this?”

My mom said, “We’ll be right here, Robbie. If you get too upset we’ll make him come back another time.

The fact was that I wasn’t all that upset. It seemed like I should be, at least to my parents and well, even to me but it just didn’t bother me, not like I thought it would.
And a side benefit was the Detective Daniels or Mark as he asked to be called was young and drop dead gorgeous. Did I mention that I’m gay? Shhhhhh. It’s a secret.

Mark was tall with broad shoulders and dark brown hair that had a way of dropping over his forehead but that just drew attention to his bright blue eyes.

He pulled a chair over to the side of my bed and sat with a notebook in his hand.

He smiled at me and asked, “You feeling okay now?” He shook his head and said, “Scratch that, of course you’re not. Let’s make that, do you feel up to this and do you mind if I record it?”

I nodded and said, “I feel okay and sure you can record it.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see my dad begin to open his mouth but he didn’t actually say anything.

“I know that you’ve got a concussion and I know that sometimes that can mess up your thinking. Do you feel like you’re thinking clearly right now?” He added a smile.

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

“Well the first thing that I’d like to know is when you got home from school yesterday why did you barricade yourself in your room?” He smiled. “By the way, you did a great job. The fire department had to come and climb up a ladder and go through your window.”

I glanced over at my dad who had his head down. I took a deep breath and said, “I got confused. Things were pretty much running together in my head at the time and when I saw my three brothers………..well in my mind it was just like they were the other three guys who had actually done it.” I added quickly. “My brothers didn’t do it three other guys did.”

Mark glanced over at my father with a small smile on his face. My dad’s head was still down. The next word he drew out in an exaggerated way. “Okaaaayyyy. Well, that answers that, I guess.”

We spent the next half hour going over the details of what the guys did to me. Mark went over it again and again approaching it from different time frames and asking questions in reverse order but my answers stayed pretty much the same. In the middle of it my dad got up and left the room. Finally Mark pulled out of his briefcase what I immediately recognized as a high school yearbook.

“This is last years because they haven’t done this years yet. You think that you can pick the guys out?”

“I dunno, I think so. Lemme see the book.” It was way easier than I thought. They were older boys but somehow they didn’t look old enough to be seniors and in the end they all turned out to be juniors.

Mark looked at me and said, “You’re sure?”

I said, “Yeah, what’ll happen to em?”

He sighed. “They’re probably all under eighteen so I dunno but it won’t be anything good, on the other hand it probably won’t be major prison time either. Mark said, “Robbie, I’d like to stop by in a day or two when you’re feeling better. Would that be okay?” I nodded yes.

My dad was back in the room by then and looked up at the detective his face unreadable. Then they all did the adult handshake, nice to have met you thing and then Mark was gone. I thought for a moment about how three boys who had done a really stupid cruel thing were gonna be arrested today and their lives changed forever. I may have just changed potential stockbrokers and real estate agents into street sweepers and burger flippers.

My dad walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. He said quietly, “I got a call from your sister.”

I didn’t say anything just stared at him.

“You’re gonna have to deal with your brothers eventually.” I could feel my body stiffen up and my heart rate increase and I think he could feel it too.

“Robbie, we’re all part of one family. What they did was stupid, incredibly stupid but they want to make it right and you can’t spend the next few years not talking to them.”

I was still staring at him although it may have turned more into a glare.

“Look, we’re all gonna be eating at the same table and occupying the same living space. At least listen to them.”

I buried my face in my hands and mumbled, “I don’t trust them!”

My dad rubbed my back. “Give em a chance, Robbie, maybe they can earn your trust.” He squeezed the back of my neck. “They’ve gotta earn mine too you know.”

I looked up at him. “You know they terrify me?”

“I know, Robbie but they would never ever hurt you. I know, I know they did hurt someone else, well, not really hurt them…………………..just try it son. Whether you want to believe it or not they love you.”

“Okay, tell em………….okay.” This was a battle I knew from the beginning that I could never win. It was literally three to one and maybe even four to one and fuck I was probably crazy anyway.

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CORRECT TERMS	COLLECTION OF SLANG SYNONYMS
Sexual Intercourse, Penetration, Coitus, Sex, Making Love	f*ck, hump, screw, do it, score, jump bones, knock boots, home run, drill, drill for oil, throw the dagger, bone, get some, get down, rock, ball, ride, rut, shag, bonk, boink, boof, makin' bacon, press bellies, bump uglies, horizontal hokey pokey, stir the macaroni, puttin' on the ritz, nooner (if at mid-day), hide the salami, ride the baloney pony, dork, rail, hit-in, park the beef bus in tuna town, do the hippidy dippidy, horizontal mambo,
Anal Sex, Sodomy, Sodomize	go in the back door, salad toss, butt slam, ride the hershey highway, butt darts, penetrate the poop chute, rimming, anal-ize, anal intruder, mud your turtle, poo stab, corn hole, fudge pack, bum stuff, arse stab, anal invasion, shoveling mud, enter the exit-door, take the dirt road, stuffed butt,
Anus, Rectum, Sphincter	pooper, dirty penny, balloon knot, rose bud, brown-eye, terd cutter, mangina, fudge factory, bung hole, deuce hole, (_!_), rusty bullet hole,
Analingus	suck ass, brown nosing, till the soil, annalingus, tossing salad,
Oral Sex	go down, oralgamie, oralize, licker, give brain, suck the ice cream, go downtown, feed the calf,
Oral Sex Fellatio (usually to a male)	blow job, give head, play the skin flute, hum job, hummer, smoke the pole, eat cheese, talk on the bonophone, speak into the flesh-microphone, bop,
Oral Sex Cunnilingus (usually to a female)	eat her out, muff diving, carpet munch, eat at the Y, eat carpet, have a dog ear sandwich, chewin', rug munch, feed the calf, lapping the little man in the canoe, tip the velvet, yodeling in the canyon of love, lap up the broccoli juice, lap the breadbasket,
Losing Virginity	pop the cherry, lost "it", finally laid one, finally boned one, turn in the V card, become a man, become a woman,
To Masturbate (Female)	rub the clit, fingering, jilling, jilling off, caress the clit, vibrate the vag, slip 'n' slide, soap it up, click the mouse, pet the kitty, stroke the cat, powder your nose, tickle your fancy, self-service, declare your independence, stroke it, stroke, finger-bang, riding the pillow, flick the bristles, flying automatic (with vibrator), dialing the pink telephone, stroke the kitty, polishing the pearl,
To Masturbate (Male)	jerk off, jack off, wank, wank off, beat off, wack off, whack off, beat the meat, stroke it, stroke, stroke off, stroke the salami, choke the chicken, grease the axle, wax the dolphin, choke the bishop, wax the rod, peel the banana, butter the lobster, change gears, walk the dog, polish the knob, onanism, spank the monkey, chase the weasel, whistle dixie, dick off, rub one out, whip the birdie, self-service, squeeze one off, sling jelly, bop the baloney, jack the beanstalk, dunk your dolphin, grease the sprocket, flog the log, punch the clown, squirt around, polish the low-quarters (military), captain jack (personified), pocket pool (through the clothing), play the upright organ, squeeze the lotion dispenser, bleed the serpent, pull the peter, plug the mellon, polish the purple helmet, tickling the turkey, polish the wand, flog the dolphin,
Semen, Ejaculatory Fluid	cum, load, jizz, penis butter, man chowder, nut, boy fluid, spooge, 10cc, lovin' spoon full, man sugar, manthrax, protein smoothie, baby batter, yogurt, cum pop, jizzles, jizz-o-frizz, penis pudding, man mayonaise, population paste, man gravy, milk of mankind, liquid kids, love paste, man juice, dong water, man seed, man-naise, pweack, children seeds, dork wax, peckeroo paste, penial seasoning, grime, spag, spaj, diet jelly, breast icing, creamy mouthwash, creamy cough syrup, face cream, jism, spunk,
Orgasm, Climax, Ejaculate (Male)	cum, get off, shoot a load, blow a load, squirt, spray, shoot, bust a nut, get your nut, get you nut off, explode, release the hostages, splooge, spunk, the big "O",
Orgasm, Climax, (Female)	get off, cum, the big "O",
Perineum (Area between the Anus and the Genital)	garundel, grundal, taint, ass-neck, notcher (male), twernt (female), chode, gootch, spatch, scotch,
Vagina	pussy, c*nt, bearded clam, beaver, cootchie, muff, k*nt, hole, area, breadbasket, vertical smile, magic muscle, cum-hole, cock-pit, passion pit, open wound, garage, love pouch, hot box, seething gash, porcupine, nappy dug-out, tunnel of love, cooter, noony, nanny, snapper, red snapper, whisker box, temple of delight, whisker biscuit, hair pie, fish taco, moist oyster, fun hole, fur burger, choot (in Hindi), magic grail, magic monkey, pink tortelini,
Clitoris	clit, g-spot (some say), clitty, rabbit, love button,
Breasts, Mammary Glands	boobs, knockers, tits, titties, jugs, jubblies, watermelons, shoes, rack, babies, bazookas, the guys, the gals, the girls, the twins, hoo hoo's, puppies, peaches, dirty pillows, jelly doughnuts, ta-tas (nipples), teats, udders, melons, mamme, knock-outs, chi chis, hounds, hooters
Female Arousal	wet, moist
Penis	dick, meat, c*ck, wang, shaft, pecker, peter, jimmy, shlong, dong, unit, rod, pole, cum rocket, sword of passion, salami, winkie, sausage, johnson, ding-a-ling, whanger, tubthumper, fireman, ding dong, flesh rocket, pocket rocket, dingle-dangle, shaboinka, white snake, one-eyed snake, one eyed willy, free willy, tally wacker, purple katana, yogurt slinger, trouser hound, magic wand, dork, skinpencil, elephant trunk, snuffeluphagus, deeder, digit, pee dee, sacred sceptor, mushroom cap, sausage, the club, tuning key, love nozzle, shaft of life, throbbing muscle of love, mommy-daddy button, magic stick, one-eyed wonder weasel,
Testicles, Gonads	balls, nuts, 'nads, family jewels, go-joes, stones,
Erection	boner, bone, hard-on, woody, stiffy, pitching a tent, standing at attention,
Female Homosexual, Lesbian	dyke, butch, carpet muncher, bushwhacker, vegetarian, bush hog, bull dog, vaginaterian, muff diver, flat-cocker,
Male Homosexual, Gay	fag, queer, queen, pillow biter, unstraight, carnivore, fruit cake, light-in-the-loafers, shirt lifter, peter eater, nancy boy, fudge packer, grindle packer, bunger, tail gunner, butt pirate, flamer, ass clown, ass bandit, butt bunny, butt bumper, broken arrow, batty boy, rump ranger, waste hole wanderer, back door bandit, sphincter proder, ring wraith, anal advocate, reverse parker, poof, poofter, woop, woopter, woof, woofter, double adapter, rectum rider, rectum raper, rectum robber, arse bandit, meat browner,
Male Heterosexual, Straight	breeder, fish eater, tuna lover, closet case, in denial,
Female Prostitute	call girl, hooker, whore, ho, street walker,
Male Prostitute	he-whore, he-ho