Love Means No Shame - Andrew Grey

crossing the yard, Eli caught up to him, and they entered the house together.

    Len was asleep in his chair, and Geoff turned off the television. Len woke almost immediately. “Why don’t you go on up to bed?” Geoff said. Len nodded and got out of his chair, and after saying good-night, went up the stairs.
    They’d finished moving Len to another bedroom a few days earlier, and they’d finished moving Geoff’s things into the master bedroom that afternoon. Geoff heard Len go into his room and shut the door. Eli said good-night and headed upstairs as well, Geoff watching him as he went before chastising himself and turning out the lights. After making sure everything was secure, he went upstairs and walked into his new bedroom. His furniture was in the room, the closet was full of his things, but the bed was the one that had occupied the room for as long as he could remember, as long as anyone could remember.
    Standing in the doorway, the house quiet, Geoff stared at the bed, wondering. Dad and Len had spent their last night together in that bed, knowing that Dad couldn’t go on any more, and that this was likely to be their last night together. What did they say to one another? Thank you for twenty years of love—for loving me enough to let me go? Did they just hold one another and say nothing at all?
    Geoff would never know, didn’t really want to know. I hope someday I find a love like they had. With a soft sigh, he went into the room and quietly shut the door.

    He’d had reservations about sleeping in that bed, but Len had reassured him. “That bed is lucky. That bed is lucky. Your grandparents and greatgrandparents used it, and your father and I loved 59
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in it for twenty years. There’s a lot of love that’s soaked its way into the wood.”
    Geoff got undressed, started the shower, and stepped under the hot water. That felt so good, soothing away the day’s work, relaxing his muscles, allowing his mind to shut down and wander. His hands roamed and wandered too. It’d been a while, but his body responded to his own hand. Sighing to himself, he tweaked his nipples and slid his hands lower, one cupping his balls, the other stroking, moving slowly along his length. Damn, that felt good. It had been weeks since he’d been with anyone, and his body was tingling, balls full and ready. “Yes….”
    He let his mind conjure up pictures of the men he’d always found attractive: big, wide, muscular men with huge pecs and round, bulging arms. The water beat down on him as he slowly, sensuously, worked himself, fingers sliding from base to tip, others lightly pinching his nipples before reaching behind him to tickle his opening. “God….”
    He picked up the pace, but nothing really happened.
Something wasn’t quite right. He just… wasn’t… quite… there.
    Then the vision in his mind changed to a long, lithe body, smooth skin, big blue eyes, black hair. “Fuck….” His orgasm barreled through him like a runaway train, and he shook as his release shot from him, coating the bathroom tiles.
    Geoff leaned against the warm wall, breathing heavily as he recovered from the monster orgasm. Once he could think again, he washed himself thoroughly and cleaned up the tile before turning off the water and drying himself. Then he padded into his bedroom and climbed between the sheets. “Damn you, Raine. I’m going to fucking kill you.” But the genie was out of the bottle, and he’d just have to deal with it.
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    Love Means … NO SHAME
    GEOFF loved mornings on the farm: the sun peeking through the windows, the smell of hay and horses, and the quiet before everyone else was up. Throwing back the covers, he looked around and for a second tried to remember where he was, or more importantly, why he was in Len’s and his dad’s bedroom. That’s right —it was his room now.
    Getting out of bed, he hurried to the bathroom to take care of business and get cleaned up before dressing and walking quietly down the stairs. Len wasn’t up yet, and Geoff didn’t want to wake him. After grabbing a quick snack, he left the house and strode to the barn. Opening the door, he was very surprised to see Eli already inside, getting the horses brushed and ready for their ride.
    “Wow, you didn’t have to do that.” Geoff got the rugs, handed Eli the one for his horse, and then got the saddles.
“It’s okay. I like working with the horses, and he really likes being brushed.” Eli tilted his head to