1. Potential


    Date: 12/23/2017, Categories: Gay, Author: MrLoverman1986, Source: xHamster

    &#034May you live in interesting times,&#034 Anya intoned. &#034Man, I always get that one!&#034 &#034In bed,&#034 I reminded her saucily. &#034Speaking of which… Josh's coming over tonight,&#034 she giggled. &#034Read yours!&#034 &#034You are about to embark on a fabulous adventure.&#034 I paused for a beat then added, &#034In bed.&#034 &#034Well, you are going on a trip tomorrow!&#034 Anya squealed excitedly. &#034And it's been way too long since you had a man in your bed, mister.&#034 The reminder that I hadn't had any dates since Peter left stung a little. &#034I hardly think that will be a fabulous adventure, little s*s,&#034 I scoffed. I still couldn't believe my editor Kate had assigned me a sports article. I wrote music reviews and covered the local music scene. I had my own column on political activism on campus. I was a journalist. I did not write for the fucking sports section. &#034Hmm, something just tells me that this trip is going to be good for you,&#034 she replied. &#034You know, something different, maybe shake you out of your lonely funk.&#034 We cleared up together, leaving our fortunes on the table. Maybe. ~*~*~*~*~ At five-thirty am the next morning I hoofed it the half-dozen blocks towards campus, messenger bag slung across my shoulders and small overnight bag rolling along behind me, to meet my ride and the subject of my interview. It was too damn early and I couldn't wait for a cup of coffee. I was really hoping to get there first and have a few ...
    minutes of just me and my caffeine before I had to deal with Ethan Doyle, incredible hulk, for the next 36 hours. This was going to be one long-ass weekend. As I got closer to the Sureshot I was dismayed to realize that Ethan had already arrived. I knew him from the track team group photo that Kate had handed me the day she gave me this assignment. The way he was leaning self-assuredly against the wall outside the front door with his ankles crossed languidly in front of him just reinf***ed my impression of his cockiness. I bit the inside of my cheek trying to school the scowl building on my face. I stopped in front of him and introduced myself. &#034Ethan Doyle, right? I'm Mark Ferris from the UW Daily.&#034 I offered my hand secretly hoping he wouldn't crush it some caveman grip of dominance. I found a to-go cup in my hand instead. &#034Mornin' b*o! I got us some java for the road.&#034 I stared in surprise at the massive man in front of me. &#034Americanas. Hope that's ok. I have a bit of a sweet tooth myself and I tell ya the chai smells fan-fuckin-tastic this morning but I gotta watch the sugar before a meet.&#034 He punctuated the statement with two slaps to his stomach with his free hand. &#034Uh… yeah… fine. Um, thanks,&#034 I stuttered. He had clear blue eyes, a mop of curly black hair, and a charming dimple on each side of his enormous grin that was pretty charismatic when it was aimed in my direction. Too bad I sounded like a moron. Ethan's empty hand clamped down on my ...
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