That weekend was a blur of speeches, receptions, and other special events. We also got Skype calls from relatives like Rachel and Todd. Of course, Amy was always the star of the show. Mom got kind of weepy at times, and she kept taking pictures left and right. Dad was also worked up, but in a totally different way: he asked a million questions about Amy’s plans for law school, and he offered a bunch of advice that she pro...

Chad and I were in no mood to talk to Brody right then. We were still naked, for one thing, and our bodies showed the telltale signs of having just gotten laid. I still had cum on my chest, while Chad’s hair was disheveled and his face was flushed. More importantly, we were still basking in the warm sexy afterglow of what we’d just done. The last thing we needed was a buzzkill like Brody. “That dude can go fuck himself,”...

Our lovemaking session was just as beautiful as I’d hoped. It happened right after we left the shop. We didn’t even make it back to my place—or to his, for that matter. We just made it as far as the forest, which was the closest place we could be alone. But it turned out to be just as well. Chad and I lay in a secluded spot, buck naked, while we caressed each other’s bodies. The trees around us swayed in the breeze, and t...

Our sex tape was surprisingly easy to edit. We had plenty of usable footage, so we mostly just had to decide which angles we liked best. We even cheated a little: we showed some of the same moments from different points of view, which made it look like we’d fucked longer than we actually had. I’d seen that technique used in professional porn, especially for cumshots, and my first instinct was to pooh-pooh it. But after tr...

It turns out making a good sex tape is harder than you’d think. The first things we ran into were nerves. As soon as the thought sank in, I started getting cold feet. After all, I knew how much could go wrong, having been a victim of revenge porn before. At the same time, I trusted Chad in a way I’d never trusted anyone. We both knew so much about each other, from our bodies to our desires to everything else, so if there...

Chad and I just lay there for a while, holding each other and exchanging pillow talk. It almost felt like a dream. I’d imagined that night so many times that it hardly seemed real. My ass was sore from the pounding it had gotten, and I’m guessing Chad’s was too. But neither of us was complaining. After about an hour, we opened the wine Chad had brought. True to form, he’d gone for the good stuff, with a nice Merlot out of...

They say absence makes your heart grow fonder. Apparently the same thing is true for your dick. The longer Chad was gone, the more I found myself craving him. I missed the smell of his skin, the warmth of his touch, and the comforting weight of his body on mine. I even missed the things that had bugged me before, like the crap he’d leave lying on the ground, and the dull stuff he’d make us watch on T.V. Even just walking...

When I logged on to my computer, I found my naked pictures were gone—at least from where Johan had posted them.  In fact, as far as I could tell, Johan’s alias had disappeared from the site.  My DMCA complaint seemed to have worked: Johan must’ve gotten suspended if not completely banned. I felt a hint of relief, but I knew it was too soon to let down my guard.  I was dying for Chad to come back to me.  If I was going to...

It turned out Chad had been right about his father. Mr. Collins had gone to the Middle East for some sort of covert operation, which had now gone seriously wrong. As far as Chad could gather, his dad had been gravely hurt and they didn’t know if he’d make it. He’d been airlifted to a medical facility in Germany, and it was anybody’s guess what was going to happen next. I took the news like a punch to the gut. In one fell...

When Chad and I got back to campus, we spent the first few days coming down off our high.  Our vacation had been unlike any experience I’d ever had.  It had given me a taste of what life with him might really be like—not just dating him, or going to school with him, or being in a fraternity with him, but actually sharing a future with him. Our sexual explorations had also gotten us really horny.  We basically started fuck...

We ended up spending the night at the twins’ place. Their bed wasn’t meant for four people—at least not for actual sleeping—but we made it work. We basically got really friendly: whenever one of us moved, the rest of us would feel it. When I woke up the next morning, I found our blanket had fallen to the floor, and a bunch of our limbs were draped over the others. I was basically lying in a pile of man flesh. I took a dee...

When we left the beach, it almost felt weird to be wearing clothes again. After all, we’d been naked for most of the day. We’d been so free and so open that even my t-shirt and shorts felt uncomfortable. Chad didn’t say a word till we got in the car. But as soon as we shut the car doors, he seemed to be dying to talk. “Dude,” he said, “holy shit! That was something else. I can’t believe we just did that, I mean...” I wait...

I guess I was pretty clueless when I went to work at Thaxter’s. I knew it was a gay bar and all, but I assumed today’s gay bars weren’t that different from straight ones. I definitely didn’t expect getting hung from the fly loft like a random piece of meat. But apparently there’s a first time for everything. I should probably back up and say I was always a theater geek. You know the type: the guy who spent his teen years...

I stood motionless in the doorway. Mrs. Collins stared back at me. Her eyelashes seemed to flutter, and she made a point of tossing her hair. I tried to gauge how much she’d had to drink. This can’t be happening, I thought. She’s Chad’s mom. She can’t seriously be coming on to me. Can she? “You work out, don’t you?” she asked. I cinched up my bathrobe. I had to force myself not to answer the question. “I-I should really g...

When finals week rolled around, everything around us ground to a halt.  There were no parties on the Row, no meetings for any student groups, and of course, no regular classes.  But at that point, finals were the least of my concerns.  All I could think of was the winter break to come. I kept pulling up my e-mail, where Chad had sent our flight confirmation.  It felt so official to see our full names together in all caps:...