Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

open without checking the caller id.
    "Help." It sounded like Jonathan, but very shaky.
    "Jonny? Is that you? Are you okay?" Juan asked concerned as he stepped down from the chair. "Is Ian okay?"
    "Please come quick. Ian . . . His ankle . . . I'm scared . . . He keeps screaming. . ." Jonathan said very quickly.
    "I'll be right there." Juan said, as he hung up the phone, grabbed his jacket, and started to rush out the door. He glanced back and thought, I'll be back to finish this.
    CHAPTER 3: A Threesome Uncoupled
    "Does the amount of semen a partner produces matter to you?"
    This was the question that greeted Yerza Xanakus as he entered the bar.
    His jaw dropped. It wasn't the question, or the company. It was the fact that they were out in public, in a straight bar, crowded with people. Several of which looked like they were ready to lynch "some faggots." Yerza looked at the faces in the group: his boyfriend of less than three weeks, Phillip Cassidy; his quiet best friend, Ann Nichols; his friend, Santos Ferris; his best fag hag, Deanna Polito, and two other guys Yerza didn't know.
    "Are you crazy, Santos?" Yerza asked, still not believing that he had asked that so loudly and in public, with his boyfriend sitting beside him, and who knows who was listening. Yerza was not conservative by any stretch of the imagination. In fact with his full beard built body and flannel shirt he either got confused for a hippie or a lumberjack. Regardless, this is not the kind of stuff he was used to discussing in public, and definitely not in a straight bar. Santos on the other hand sported his usual style of unkempt. It looked as though his hair hadn't been washed in a week, he reeked of patchouli and his clothes appeared to have been dug out of the hamper. And there was very little that embarrassed him.
    Deanna, despite her tight bun of hair and her Armani dress, was never one to back down from a raunchy conversation. She glanced at Yerza, and said, "Oh Phillip. . ." then asked the question again. Phillip sat there, shifting his wide eye stare between Deanna, Yerza, and Santos. In the dead center of the group, he sat quietly looking uncomfortable in his starched white shirt and corporate khakis. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, Santos answered, loud and proud.
    "I like explosions, volcanoes of jizz all over the place! Sex is supposed to be crazy! Sex is sex. It's not called a fucking public library reading session." With each word he spoke, he seemed to get louder. As he finished, he snorted and then sipped on his fruity drink, and pushed his greasy black hair back, so it didn't cover his eyes.
    Within a few minutes and a few questions, the area that they were in seemed to clear out, except for the three girls giggling in the corner who were listening to their every word, and the man at the table that was busy scribbling as Deanna and Santos asked more questions.
    "During sex, how do you want to be talked to?" Deanna asked.
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    "Oh, fuck me harder," Yerza growled as Phillip took him from behind. As their flesh hit, and reverberated off the walls, both of them moaned louder. Phillip reached around and grabbed Yerza's nipples, twisting them softly.
    "You want me, baby? You want me to fuck you harder?" Phillip asked.
    "Oh, yeah, fuck. Yeah." Yerza said as he lowered his head into the couch cushion. He pushed as Phillip moved slightly and hit his prostate even harder. "Fuck me harder!" he shouted.
    And for a few moments, their grunts and moans began a crescendo in the air once again.
    "Guys, hurry up. You're killing my sleep here. I got. . ." Matt rubbed his head, and glanced at the clock, 4 a.m., "less than four hours here. And I've got tux fittings in the morning. Can you guys cum already and shut the hell up?" He covered his head once again with the pillow.
    Phillip glanced up from the couch and turned to the right. This was the first time he had noticed that the apartment had virtually no dividing walls and that the room Matt was in had a doorframe, but no door. There was not even a curtain dividing the two rooms.
    Yerza, used to Matt's complaining kept his rhythm and worked for his orgasm. Phillip, however, in frustration, pulled out and flopped down on the couch. Yerza pulled the condom off his partner's dick and started giving him a blow job. "Yerz, stop, dude. It's over." Phillip said, flat-lining his voice, letting Yerza know, for his part it was indeed over. As Yerza sat down beside him, he continued to