Fitness Boy
I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be the one touching him.
Stu
After a string of less than fulfilling dates, I’ve decided to take a break from relationships and enjoy the (perfectly acceptable) number of toys I’ve amassed over the years. Which means when my bestie’s boyfriend’s bestie – yes, you read that right – needs help proving a point to his ex, I don’t see any reason why I can’t be the one to be his fake boyfriend. He gets to have a bit of arm candy as his plus one, and I get to be around for all of the drama. It’s a win-win all around.
Except, for the first time ever, I start wondering what it would be like if it were him – an actual, real-life guy with an actual, real-life dick – inside of me instead of a piece of silicone.
Blake
When my best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend – just go with it – agrees to be my plus one for my ex’s wedding, it seems like a perfect solution to my problem. We get to hang out and have fun, and maybe get to rub our fake relationship in Kyle’s face a bit. And unlike all of my previous disasters with straight men, I know going into it that this is just for one night.
Only, Stu is the most openly affectionate straight guy I’ve ever known. He’s not worried about how queer he might look holding my hand and is more than comfortable with bottoming – don’t ask how I know. And the more he asks me to show him, the less fake it feels.
