Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

him like this. His head began to swim, as the lower parts of him hardened and thickened. He became very aware as he started to escape his boxers. But he didn't want to move, and he definitively didn't want Matt to stop.
    "Can we go somewhere a little more private?" Ryan whispered, between his grunts and moans, as Matt continued to hold him and touch him and bite his shoulders in a primal act of seduction.
    "One of the private fitting rooms work?" Matt asked, as he continued to hit every spot he could reach.
    "Yeah." He answered, as Matt picked him up and carried him behind one of the curtains separating the rooms.
    "Matt, I've never. . ." Ryan started to say.
    "That's ok. We'll go slow." Matt countered.
    "Do you have . . . stuff?" Ryan asked, his skin going red again.
    "I was tested recently, and I'm clean." Matt groaned into Ryan's ear, and then laid him down on the bench in the fitting room. As he did, he begin licking all the places he couldn't reach before, and Ryan lost himself in the sensations.
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    Outside the fitting room, in a pair of crumpled khakis in the corner, a cell phone vibrated three times and then went silent. The phone rang again three times then silence. Then the message icon popped up. Message from: Harbuck's Office.
    CHAPTER 7: Seventh Grade Bullies
    Santos Ferris was never a popular kid. He was mousy and had big ears. He got picked on a lot because of his bizarre fashion sense that mostly consisted of outfits that no one else on earth would wear, and because he never knew when to shut his mouth. Even in the face of a fight, he would continue to snort and talk shit. However that boldness also won over friendships.
    On their way to check out a possible caterer for the wedding, Santos and Dean were walking along having a conversation and not really paying attention to anything else.
    "I love your scarf," Santos said, rubbing the smooth silk bright yellow and green that Dan had tied around his neck, and tucked into his purple button down shirt.
    "Thanks. I have a whole collection of them," Dean said and then changed the subject. "So what's going on with you and the frenchie?"
    Santos responded "Well I finally told him how I felt about the doctor keeping him in the closet. And he kissed me."
    Dean stopped and asked, "do you mean like kissed you like 'come give granny a kiss' or do you mean like Brokeback mountain?"
    Santos smiled grandly, "BBM totally, with all its hotness. But that was a few days ago. I finally broke down and texted him last night before lying down in bed, thinking about him, and voila his number calls my phone . . . and, so I called him back. . ." Santos was saying, as four men approached.
    "Sup, faggot?" one of the men asked, his bald head gleaming in the streetlight. His eyes were glazed over, as if he were on something, and his mouth held a sneer that could haunt. "You and your boyfriend heading some place fancy? Cuz you both look so pretty." He continued, laughing afterward.
    "No, just going to meet some friends," Santos said, as he started to edge around the four men, who were purposely blocking the path.
    "We were hoping for a little service," another man spoke, as he grabbed his crotch and smirked, his face half hidden in darkness, but the other half looked burned. "I heard a rumor. That queers give the best head."
    "I give lousy head." Santos retorted. "My teeth get in the way."
    "I guess I wanna find out for myself," the man said as he grabbed Santos' arm, and the bald man who had also spoken grabbed the other. The four men looked at one another with knowing looks, and the other two went to grab Dean. They started to half carry half drag Santos into a side alley.
    And then it happened. It began so quickly, with kicks and punches flying so quickly it was hard to see who was doing what to whom. The two holding Santos barely had time to turn around before Dean kicked one in the head, and the other in the side. And down they went, as Santos elbowed both of them in the face.
    "Good thing we took those karate lessons." Santos said, as he kneed one of the other guys in the stomach, and the man fell to the ground. The fourth man seeing his friends lying on the ground in pain, ran as quickly as he could down the alley.
    Dean stood there, posed, ready to hurt any of the men that got up if they tried to start anything again.
    "Let's boogie. Before dude comes back with more friends," Dean said, noting that the four men had almost identical jackets on indicating they were a part