Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 17:39:27 -0500
From: Steve Snow <snow.steve22 (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: I Wish You Love - Part 4

The next morning, I wake early (probably because I am a bit tense and also,
I had gotten to bed so early the previous night.  It turns out I WAS
especially tired last night, not for the reasons everybody believed, but
because I had run the gauntlet twice... once in the Production Center and
again here in the 'house'.  Nobody bothered me again, and that was
welcome...

I scramble up to take advantage of the quiet time in the john and start in
by washing my face... I need to clean up after the "facial" I received
courtesy of Phil last night.  Then I move into a stall and really do need
to do some business.  Once through, I take advantage of the privacy to
pinch and prod my face and neck to get the effect on my skin as I was told
to do by the makeup lady yesterday.  I know that I'll need to reapply the
treatment once every couple of hours with a gradual reduction in the
intensity each time.  By the end of the day, I can declare myself "cured"
and stop it completely.  While I am taking care of that, I hear another
early riser come in and go straight to the showers.  Once I am done, I see
no reason to hold back since I might need to do a little more 'research'.

So, into the showers I go and I recognize the other early riser as Ted.  I
have noticed him before, of course.  Ted is a prototypical alpha-male, but
with all the physical attributes to pull it off.  He is what I'd class as
'aggressively handsome' with the perfect face and body to fit the
classically handsome stereotype and all the swagger to make sure everybody
knows it.  I've had only a bit of exposure to Ted before and I suspect I
have let my curiosity overwhelm my good sense.  I am staring at him for a
bit too long, but that is expected in an environment of only gay men forced
to live so closely together.  He catches me staring and I am somewhat
startled but not by the fact that he caught me but by his reaction.  It is
hard to read but I think it amounts to a declaration that he can have me if
he wants me.  Wait - no, it is more that he has already had me but I don't
know it yet... somewhat as if it is an established fact.  This is a signal
I have never experienced before; someone who is so 'above me' that the
conclusion is already certain; no ands, ifs or buts about it.  This
disturbs me somewhat and I think it might be better to finish up my shower
and just go relax in my room while I contemplate the day ahead.

Once I am dressed and start to relax, I put the meeting with Ted out of my
mind and rationalize that I have imagined the intensity of it and what I am
thinking about it.  I do start to plot the rest of my day and where I need
to be when and wonder what assignment David will have for me today.

About an hour later, it is time for breakfast and I go into the common room
with many of the other 'beaus' and sit down for the meal.  I am greeted
warmly by many and with concern by a number of others.  I am glad to see
them all one-on-one and let them know I am feeling much better and that a
good night's sleep is all that the doctor had ordered.  Nobody is looking
at me too strangely so I presume my 'tricks' with my complexion have
worked.  I only need to remember that I must redo the treatment again soon.
If anybody gets curious about how much I am going to the bathroom, I decide
that I can say I have a temporary case of the 'runs' and expect it to clear
up by the end of the day (and I am sure it will...)

The producers put on a fine spread for every meal and are especially
careful to get breakfast right.  We have given them our preferences and
they come through right on the money for us.  If we want something special
(within reason) they will take care of it just so.  I have a really good
breakfast which is welcome because I am starved due to the previous day's
shenanigans.  Soon, the breakfast time grouping breaks up and we wander off
to do what we want with our free time.

For me, what I want to do (rather, what I need to do) is go into the
'closet' and have a heart-to-heart with the camera.  This is a first for me
because I have never really warmed up to the 'closet' experience before.  I
know that I'll be spending a lot more time in there now, however, because
yesterday it had been implied that the 'closet' would be my main access
point to David and how he would give me my orders for the day.  I am,
however, surprised to see that several of the 'beaus' are already queued up
for some 'closet' time even before I arrive.  I wondered why the benches
are arranged casually along the corridor on either side of the 'closet'
door.  Well, now I discover that many of my housemates are early morning
confession junkies.  I guess I will become one too.

I wait patiently and play our own game of 'musical chairs' until it is my
turn.  I am grateful the soundproofing is so complete as I have observed
while I am waiting.  Nobody outside has any idea what has been discussed
inside the 'closet' and can hear not a whisper of what goes on.  Once I
enter and the camera operator recognizes me, he rolls the camera back and
hands me a headset and then returns the camera to its normal position.  I
presume I should put on the headset.  It is Grant on the other end and he
assures me David will be right there.  Sooner than I expect, David comes on
and congratulates me on the day before and asks how it had gone last night.
I assure him that all went well and no problems were lurking that I know
about.  He says he wants to get going on the assignment for today but he
has one issue to deal with first...  He says:

"I've heard from the lawyers and they're a bit antsy about a liability
issue and I thought you ought to know about it.  I don't know if you had a
chance to review that new contract of yours but there is a clause in it
about 'safe sex'.  The same clause is in the contract with the 'beaus' as
well.  For them it is simply a formality - they are here voluntarily and
not much exposure is expected by the production company from them since
anything they do is consensual.  But for you and me, there is the
possibility of much greater exposure.  We are classified as employees and
we act as 'agents' for the production company in that capacity, so if we
cause anybody to become ill due to an inattention to 'safe sex' behaviors,
the results could be truly frightening."

I am taken aback by the thought and I mull it over for a moment...  David
says:

"I can't tell if you understand me."

"Of course I understand you.  I am just deciding if I should be worried or
insulted."

"Why would you be insulted?"

"Well, first, you must be aware that I have a clean bill of health and gave
a copy to the producers before I even was accepted for the show.  Second, I
think you can sense that I like every one of the guys here and I would
never chance exposing them to any danger.  I always take 'safe sex'
precautions and always have.  I don't think I'll be any less careful in
here than I was 'out there'."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that.  It is exactly what I expected from
you, but I felt the need to say it regardless.  I hope I haven't hurt your
feelings?"

"No.  I feel about you the way I feel about all the 'beaus'.  I could never
be upset with you - at least not for long."

"That's good to know... I think of you as my eyes and ears in there and I
would never want you to feel hurt due to something I did or said.  By the
way, the lawyers insisted that we change out all the condoms we have
provided for the 'beaus' to a more expensive brand - they should already be
in-place since last night."

"Just what I would have expected.  They're confusing expensive with
effective; What the hell do lawyers know about condoms, anyway?"

David just laughed about this and got down to talking about my assignment.

"I really need you to touch base with Tommy.  I'm considering inviting him
for dinner tomorrow night but I need you to sound him out about how he
feels about the contest and me to see if I'd be wasting my time.  No need
to seduce him, but just get him to open up a little.  He's been a bit of an
enigma since he doesn't talk openly to anybody that we've been able to
catch."

"You sure I shouldn't seduce him?  He's a real beauty and I'd be glad to.
I really am taken with his dark features and long brown hair.  David, are
you sure?"

"I didn't know you were such a horny little devil.  I'm not sure now that I
made the right decision, releasing you back into the house...  Well, maybe
a little kissy-face, I suppose, if you have to."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, sir!  I promise I won't wear him out!"

We proceed to banter a little more and look more down-the-road at things
and need to wrap it up.  On the spur-of-the-moment, I blurt out a little
about my misgivings about my early morning meeting with Ted.

"David, one last thing, I think you may need to be careful with Ted.  He's
a real piece of work and I think he might even put you a little
off-balance, so watch him a while and see what you think."

"Thanks!  Signing off..."

Once I exit the 'closet', I go off to reapply my makeup treatment in the
john.  I am getting used to the pinch-and-prod routine and I figure I'll
miss it a little when I have to stop.  On the way to seek out Tommy, I walk
by the 'closet' in the other direction and am stopped by Eric who is
sitting on one of the benches playing musical chairs just as I did a while
before.  He wants to get my input since he is scheduled to be David's
companion for a private dinner tonight.  He is wondering what goes on back
there and wants to be prepared.  I joke that there is just about no chance
of them serving any kind of flambe for dinner tonight.  He laughs at the
joke but is more interested in what to expect from David.  I remind Eric
that David is as confused as anybody about this and he's working out his
feelings.  I tell him that he shouldn't mistake some distance on David's
part for lack of interest.  I explain that David had jumped in with both
feet at first when he started in with the private dinners but soon found it
got in the way of his objectivity and judgment.  I tell Eric that David
confided to me that he needs to keep his perspective.  Don't be
disappointed if 'it' doesn't happen right away.  Eric looks relieved and I
tell him that although there is a contest going on, I am rooting for him to
have a great time at dinner tonight.

I continue in search of Tommy and find him having a Coke and watching the
passing scene.  Sometimes it can get interesting in the main room with
people interacting with one another and your imagination (or at least MY
imagination) will take off in six different directions at once.  I pick a
guy in the crowd and start to watch him as he socializes with the other
housemates.  I see him paying special attention to one other 'beau' in
particular and notice he has let his hands stray from around his waist to
squeeze his ass.  I comment to Tommy that those two should get a room.

Tommy says: "Unfortunately, they do have a room and it's right next to
mine!  I haven't been getting much sleep lately.  They can be loud."

I say: "I wonder how they have any energy left to concentrate on the
contest and David?"

"I can't imagine.  I can't think of much else.  I know I wouldn't be able
to divide my attention like that.  I'm a one-guy type and for now, David is
that guy for me."

"That's admirable.  Sometimes I get distracted with all the available guys
here.  I know I should concentrate on David, but you get worked up over
some stud and David takes a back seat for a while."

"That's not me at all...  Now don't get me wrong; when those two are
thumping the wall next door, sometimes I stroke it in rhythm with their sex
and get off that way; that's just mechanical but when I'm thinking romance,
It's David or nothing for the duration."

I say: "Hey, that's cool.  I wish you luck.  You just might win this thing
with that attitude."  We shake hands and I smile knowing David has some
thinking to do...

Lunch and dinner fly by and I almost didn't notice that it is time for bed.
I walk into the john in my wing and stop to take a piss.  Then I walk back
to my room and sit down on the bed.  Not a minute later, I hear:

"Knock, knock...  OK if I come in?"

"Hey, Phil, I'm so glad you're here!  I'm feeling a little lonely and since
my accident everyone's walking on eggshells around me.  A really smart guy
told me yesterday: 'There's nothing wrong with you from the shoulders
down.'"

"I'm so glad to hear that.  Are you OK above the shoulders now?"

"Mostly.  I just needed a good night's sleep and that is really responsible
for the miraculous recovery you see before you!  Now, I could desperately
use a good haircut because these little melted balls on the ends of my hair
are making me crazy!"

"Wow!  I can see what you're talking about.  Maybe I can borrow a pair of
scissors and help you trim them off later."

"I'd like that, but first sit down next to me and I'll show you what I'd
like more right now."

"Sure."

Phil sits down and I take hold of him and plant a good kiss on his lips.
When we separate, I say to him: "In the spirit of full disclosure I need to
tell you two things.  One I think you'll like, one I'm not too sure
about... If this is going in the direction I think it's going, I want to
start this with a clean slate.  First, Phil, I have to tell you that I
trust you implicitly.  I'll go along with anything you might think of.  You
may think that is a little odd from someone who hardly knows you yet but I
need to make a confession: I know."

Phil looks at me questioningly and asks: "You know what?"

I say: "I know that you came to me last night and helped me to relieve my
tensions in so many ways.  I know that you came to me knowing I was hurting
and in need of rest and you made it possible to get that rest I craved.  I
know you are one of God's gentle creatures and I know that what you did for
me was out of pure love from your heart.  For that, I trust you with my
life and my soul.  Do what you will to me."

"But, I thought you slept through the entire time I was with you.  If you
knew it was me, why didn't you tell me so?"

"First, I thought you were so sweet to come to me like that.  I didn't dare
appear to wake because I thought I might scare you away.  And, I wanted you
to keep doing what you were doing so well without distractions or
interruptions.  I must tell you, though, that I almost pissed myself when
you started to stroke my abdomen.  I'm sensitive there and rather ticklish
and it was all I could do to avoid showing you just how awake I really was.
That wouldn't have been nice to do to you...  I hope you can forgive my
deceitfulness."

Phil smiles and says: "You are most certainly forgiven.  You were only
trying to allow me to do what I wanted to help you and I was only trying to
do what I could to help you with your recovery.  It does seem your recovery
is nearly complete.  What kind of additional therapy do you think might
help?"

"You're the doctor...  I place myself entirely in your capable hands."

"I think I advise some pretty vigorous exercise followed by a long night of
restful sleep under my direct supervision."

"Why doctor, I think that's the perfect prescription.  Please show me how
you'd like me to start..."

"Start by disrobing down to your underwear and I'll examine you
thoroughly."

"Of course, Doctor.  Should I put on a gown?"

"No.  I don't think you need to be modest around me.  Would you like some
assistance disrobing?"

"Oh, yes Doctor.  I may be a little wobbly still, and your strong hands
will help a great deal."

"Fine.  Just stand up and I'll remove your clothing."

"Certainly."

Phil sets to his work in a very professional manner at first (mostly)
though I notice that his hands will stray to places that my Doctor only
visits yearly.  Soon he has me standing there in my underwear and he says:
"Good.  Now I shall start my examination.  Let me know if I cause you any
distress."

"Of course, Doctor Phil."  I have to suppress a giggle at that.  Judging
from his eyes, so does he.

"Fine.  Let me start at the top and work my way down.  Is that
satisfactory?"

"Yes, Doctor.  Please guide me with your strong hands and position me as
you would like me."

I really need to put a stop to the Doctor stuff or I'll collapse into a
silly puddle.  Phil gets to work and 'examines' me thoroughly starting at
the top of my head and does most of the examining with his lips and tongue.
Not a conventional examination but effective, in my expert opinion.
Occasionally he'll let out with a harrumph or hummm, so I have to assume
the Doctor game is one that he takes more seriously than I do, but I am
more than willing to cooperate since his ministrations are having a
desirable effect on me.  He has moved down from the top of my head and is
thoroughly examining my ears with his tongue.  I really react strongly to a
tongue in my ear and I start to tremble slightly as he explores.

He asks: "Is my patient chilly?"

"No, Doctor.  Just sensitive there."

"Good.  Umm, I mean satisfactory.  I'll note that for future reference."

Phil continues exploring.  He moves from my ears to my eyes and nuzzles
them and then says: "Doctor's note: eyelashes and eyebrows similarly
melted."  I bless that makeup lady!  He kisses my eyes and moves on to my
nose and from there to my lips.  He pushes me to a sitting position on the
bed and sits down next to me.  He licks the edges of my lips and forces
them open slightly and licks around the edges where my lips disappear into
my mouth.  He finishes with a swipe of his tongue across each lip from side
to side and says: "Lips appropriately full and moist."  He gently pushes me
back down on the bed and continues.  I think Phil is starting to accelerate
his examination but he trails his tongue down my sternum and stops opposite
my nipples.  He tests each one alternately by circling them with his
tongue.  He licks across the very tip so gently that it is more like an
electric charge.  He takes each nipple in turn between his teeth and
stretches it out a bit then blows his warm breath across each one like a
miniature blowdryer.  I commence moaning slightly and writhing gently at
the hips.  He says: "Nipples somewhat hypersensitive. Schedule regular
desensitization visits daily.  Repeat as needed ad infinitum."  I moan my
assent.  He helps me up to a standing position and proceeds to take my
underwear down.  I am hard as a flagpole and pointing in about the same
direction.  He briefly brushes my ass cheek and then cups each of my
testicles in his hand, presses upwards and says "Turn your head and cough."
I do this twice for him and he says: "Note some leakage around the tip of
the penis.  Fluid will need to be analyzed."  He touches my dick gently
with the tip of his tongue and draws off a long string of precum.  He makes
a show of lipsmacking and rolling it around on his tongue while a lot more
is dribbling down onto my toes.  He finally says: "Seems to be a normal
secretion, but to be sure schedule daily testing of these secretions to
coincide with the aforementioned nipple sessions.  Moving on to the penile
development test..."  Here he takes my cockhead in his mouth and swirls his
tongue around the corona.  He then proceeds to swallow progressively more
of my cock down his throat until soon he is nuzzling my pubes.  He
continues to do this repeatedly until I think I've lost my mind.  Finally
he comes up for air, clears his throat and says: "Penile development test
inconclusive but size appears to be variable and growing rapidly.
Characterize further with several tests to be designed with the patient.
Repeat often.  Patient, prepare for the prostate check."  I say: "Position
me as you'd like me and prepare your instruments."  He lays me down on the
bed on my front so that my ass and legs are hanging off the edge of the
bed.  He explains: "This examination will proceed in three phases.  First,
I will examine the entire area observing all major structures.  Starting
phase one..."  He sinks down on his knees just behind me and gently
separates the globes of my ass.  He starts in licking and kissing the area
just as he had to my chest.  He is very thorough.  He even laps at the back
side of my balls and tickles them with his nose.  On his way back upward,
he stopps dead on target and begins rimming me in earnest.  He will push
and probe my asshole insistently then ease off and lap around more gently,
always alternating between the two.  He is applying plenty of saliva, too,
I can tell.  The pleasure he is giving me is exquisite!  After a few more
cycles of this, he changes his approach.  I coan feel him press his face
deeper into my crack and he'll graze his teeth against my opening nipping
gently at it.  He will move down every once in a while and push the tip of
his nose into my opening and wiggle it a bit and sniff a little air in then
expel a long breath slowly through his nostrils.  The breeze is very
exciting delivered so close to my hole.  He will go back and forth between
rimming me, nipping at my hole and tickling me with his breath.  I can tell
you, he has me limp as a dishrag yet hard as a steel rod at the same time.
He starts changing up yet again.  You know that people are organized into
two groups: those who can roll up their tongues front-to-back and those who
can roll them up side-to-side?  Well, I'm grateful that Phil is one of the
latter!  He rolls up his tongue as tightly as he can and then proceeds to
assault my hole relentlessly pushing inward until I can feel him enter me
with his tongue.  He will pull back a bit and plunge on even deeper with
his next push.  He will gyrate as well, tonguing me with side-to-side and
up-and-down motions intending to open the entrance.  By now I am moaning
and moving around freely, greeting his every move with one of my own.  He
keeps this up for a number of minutes and is pushing ever deeper into my
gut.  Much sooner than I'd have liked, he stops cold.  He blows a breeze of
air across my exposed hole and announces, a little breathlessly: "Phase one
complete.  Starting phase two..."  He licks his index finger thoroughly and
presses it to my entrance and massages it in every outward direction.  He
will stop and draw a circle just outside my hole with the tip of his finger
and then go back to pressing inward and trying to stretch the edges
outward.  I am sure he could have just pushed his finger in straight away,
but he is taking his time; being thorough; driving me to distraction and
loving every minute of my gentle torture.  Eventually, his finger does slip
inside and now he starts exploring me internally, feeling every square
inch, roaming around, having a ball.  He circles around my rectum and works
his finger ever deeper in a spiral sweep like a search party looking for
someone lost in the woods; precise and thorough and maddening.  He has come
to about the limit of what he can reach with his index finger and I can
tell he has sensed the position of my prostate and is struggling to touch
it but is just centimeters short of the goal; grazing the lowest edge of it
but unable to reach it.  He pulls his index finger out abruptly and leaves
me feeling empty.  I let out an involuntary "Unkh! sound.  He whispers
"patience" and starts licking his longer middle finger to take its place.
Once he is satisfied, he pushes that finger into the place where his index
finger has been, only pausing to let me get used to it and pressing the tip
of his finger against the wall of my rectum describing the path clearly
several times like he wants to be able to find his way home.  I visualize
it a bit like a ski slope in there with a steep descent ending with an
upturned finish leading to my prostate.  I am fairly screaming in my head:
Jump! Jump! Jump!  Finally, he makes the leap and lands his finger square
onto the top of Mount Prostate.  He describes some measured circles just
below the peak, pressing and probing around the edges and working his way
back to the summit.  Finally he has arrived.  He makes some tentative,
measured pushes down into that wondrous gland and finally gets bolder and
pushes into it with some force.  I catch my breath with the overwhelming
feeling of it and exhale slowly, almost in a whistle.  He keeps up the
pressure and with each push, I just know I am dribbling a big squirt of
precum onto the sheets; my dick is trapped under my abdomen where I am
laying, begging for some stimulation so it can blast off.  I try rocking
slowly side-to-side in an attempt to squirm myself to an orgasm.  He says:
"Calm down... I'm not through with my examination yet..."  I think, just to
drive me to the edge of distraction, he gives one last potent jab to my
gland and holds it there for a second then starts a movement like a massage
while he lifts off on the pressure.  Sooner than I can imagine, he has
withdrawn his finger completely out of me and then inserts two fingers and
turns them slowly in an ever-widening circle to stretch me out.  When he
ever inserts that third finger, I'm not sure whether it is day or night and
have forgotten what day it is.  I can't even imagine where I am any more.
After what seems to be forever with me suspended at the end of his three
fingers, he says: "Phase two complete.  Starting phase three..."

I can sense through the fog of my fevered brain that he is working to shuck
off his clothes as quickly as he can.  He hasn't even started to take any
of his clothes off before, preferring to concentrate on my body and give me
the maximum pleasure and forgetting about his own needs.  I can hear his
clothes drop to the floor one-by-one.  Despite myself and my growing love
for Phil, I am also growing increasingly annoyed that it is taking him
forever to get to the job at hand.  I think: You know it's not like I've
never been fucked before.  You're treating me like a virgin here... Hurry
up and GET IT ON!!!  Out of respect, I can never say these things though I
feel myself mouthing them into my mattress where I lay.  My salvation comes
with the faint sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.  He withdraws the
condom and rolls it down onto his dick.  I can hear it as he gets it
adjusted that last little bit.  Out of seeming nowhere, he produces some
lube and squeezes some onto his dick and spreads it around.  Then he
spreads my cheeks and squeezes a big glob onto my asshole.  It shocks me
with its cool temperature and huge volume.  I feel it running down and
coating my balls.  I just burst and say: "Whoa, cowboy!  Enough lube!  You
could have done just fine with only your saliva..."  I instantly regret my
outburst.  He slaps my left ass cheek with a stinging blow and responds:
"Harrumph! Is my patient questioning his Doctor's judgment?  I always to
try to spare my patients any pain or discomfort."  I respond sweetly: "No,
Doctor.  My error.  Please proceed."

Well, proceed he does.  He proceeds to impale me completely.  He starts
ever so gently to press into me at first and strokes deeper into me with
each succeeding thrust.  He is getting into a rhythm and I am finally
getting truly well screwed.  He stops thrusting for a second and reaches
down to adjust my position.  He wordlessly commands me to turn over and
scoot back a bit on the bed, all the time still having his cock firmly
planted in my ass, using it as a well lubricated pivot point.  Of course,
he helps me too, guiding my feet and legs around.  This is what I need too,
to be able to watch his face as he plows in and out of me and to give him
the occasional kiss when there is time.  I lift my legs up and embrace him
with them wrapped around his waist and by their force, I pull him deeper
into me.  He slowly starts again moving in and out and builds up the rhythm
back to where it was before.  In the beginning I told you about the three
types of lovers, the smooth, the intense and the goofy?  Well, now that I
can see his face, I am dead certain that Phil is Mr. Intense.  He has
screwed his face into such an expression of concentration that it is a
wonder he can remember to breathe.  Sweat beads are forming on his forehead
and chest and will drip down onto me like a gentle rain.  I am so
mesmerized by it, I try to catch some of them on my tongue and do catch a
few.  Unlike Phil, I know I am Mister Goofy.  Smiling like a madman, I let
my head loll around and squeal with delight.  I laugh out loud, chuckle
some then cry like a baby.  I contribute my own tears to Phil's gentle
rain.  Things are getting intense and Phil is mashing himself into me.  His
forceful thrusts are slapping his thighs against my asscheeks so they make
our own rhythmic applause: Clap! clap! clap!  Without my noticing it, Phil
has reached out and started stroking my cock.  I don't think it is
conscious, but likely Phil is looking for something else to pull me closer
to him.  I am starting to feel the gathering warmth that warns me that I am
climbing up to the edge and I rejoice that Phil has grabbed just the right
"handle".  Soon we are both wailing together and our voices are modulated
by the crashes of our bodies bottoming out with each thrust.  It doesn't
take long after that for both of us to climax with a yell from Phil that I
heard later all the other housemates in my wing can hear and applaud.  We
collapse into each other and our arms and legs are a hopeless tangle and we
don't care much about that because we first have to control our breathing
or get lightheaded from hyperventilation.

Finally, after a long recuperation period, I get up on my elbow and say:
"Phil... you OK?"

Phil says: "I'm coming around."

I say: "Good.  Wanna go again?"

He takes a swat at me which misses by a mile.

Minutes later, Phil says: "Listen, I have to apologize for slapping you on
the ass there.  I was so shocked that I think I was still play-acting the
Doctor and reacted as I imagined he would.  I didn't intend to hurt you and
I feel really bad about it in retrospect."

I say: "Phil, honey, that is so sweet but you should know that I don't have
any objection to a well placed slap here and there, especially in the
bedroom.  It sometimes raises the bar just that much higher."

Phil answers: "Oh, I didn't know you were into it.  Inflicting pain on a
lover has never appealed much to me and I don't know if I could bear it."

I say: "Fair enough.  I should have known that from the first time I met
you.  You are definitely a rare guy and I shouldn't try to change you.  I
only have one more question... With all that has gone on with us, where
does that leave you with David and the contest?  I've got to tell you, I
know up-close and personal that David is magnetic and so many of the
housemates are trying to climb up the ranks to get close to him.  If you
have any ideas of winning this contest, I think I'm only going to get in
your way.  We probably need to put the gymnastics on hold at least until
your chances in the contest are more clear."

Phil looks hurt and says, quietly "I don't see that I have much chance to
win any contest except the most important 'contest' of all.  I couldn't
give you up to win any silly game show contest.  You are my prize for
coming here.  But what about you?  Any plan to steal David's heart?"

"I think I have given that up a long time ago.  I'm just here to enjoy the
scene and watch whatever happens.  Oh, and discover the best thing I've
ever found."  I kiss him long and slow and we decide to call it a night.
We both get dressed only enough to be respectable and wander down the hall
to the john hand-in-hand.  We can feel the eyes of a few of the housemates
on us and one or two smile at us outright.  We come back to the room,
straighten out the bedclothes as much as possible and lay down together as
closely as two lovers can. There are celebratory kisses and hugs and we
settle down for a well-deserved sleep.  I realize the next morning that I
had no trouble sleeping with Phil that night and I awake fully refreshed
and just a bit horny.  I think I have unconsciously latched onto Phil by
the dick and he has done the same to me.  It is sweet to be able to do that
without worry or shame.  It is so natural for us, now, to touch each other
in any way that pleases us.  I just had a super idea... I think I'll skip
breakfast and have a protein shake instead...  Mmmm.

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