Dwindling Prospects
My name is Brian. I used to lead an ordinary life as the editor of a weekly gay tabloid in Seattle.
That was before I met him.
I had never invited a guy back to my place after just meeting him. So, why did I have to break that rule for him?
I knew why. He had that slender boy build that can drive me wild. And golden hair and green eyes. And, most importantly, he was interested in me. I could never have guessed what other "interests" he held.
Now, I'm imprisoned atop my kitchen counter under one of my own water glasses, waiting for him to return.
My name is Brian. I used to lead an ordinary life as the editor of a weekly gay tabloid in Seattle.
That was before I met him.
I had never invited a guy back to my place after just meeting him. So, why did I have to break that rule for him?
I knew why. He had that slender boy build that can drive me wild. And golden hair and green eyes. And, most importantly, he was interested in me. I could never have guessed what other "interests" he held.
Now, I'm imprisoned atop my kitchen counter under one of my own water glasses, waiting for him to return.