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He pulled down Cody’s jeans to his ankles.  He started to suck Cody’s cock through his undies, nibbling and biting gently. Cody arched his back, pressing his hands into the sofa.  Luigi pulled down the other man’s trunks and took his cock into his mouth.  It smelled of Cody, of stale piss and dried apricots, of precum and sex and pleasure. 

Luigi sat back onto his haunches, and took the smallest butt plug in the ‘starter kit’ out of its holder.  He lubed it up thoroughly with the new superlube.

“All right, as soon as this hurts, give us a hoy and we’ll stop.”

He pressed the tip of the plug against Cody’s ring, their eyes locked.  He pushed the plug just a centimetre into the other man’s body.  He felt Cody tense up, his ring and his body, but left the plug where it was and took Cody’s cock into his mouth.  He tongued the other man’s cock and began to move his head up and down, his hand still holding the plug.  He took the plug out and added more lube and with one hand slipped it again into Cody’s arse, his mouth still warm and keen on Cody’s cock.  The plug went deeper this time, but still not past the bulge.  Keeping his head moving up and down, Luigi began a rhythmic thrust with the plug, in time with his head movements, pushing it in a fraction deeper with each thrust.  Cody groaned incoherently.  Luigi felt no tightening, just Cody’s need to climax.  Cody was close.  Now! he thought.

“I’m cumming,” gasped Cody, “Oh God, it’s so good, don’t stop.”

As Cody orgasmed, Luigi pushed the plug deep into him, till its base was pressed against Cody’s body.  His mouth filled with Cody’s jizz.  Remembering that they hadn’t heard the results of Cody’s HIV test yet, he spat the stuff out and wiped his mouth on Cody’s trunks.

To take away the awkwardness of the moment, he said, “You’re going through undies at a great rate of knots, mate.”

Cody didn’t answer.  His face was flushed, his eyes bright with happiness.

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As they drove down the freeway into the city, Cody spoke, carefully, in a tone calculated not to be aggressive or disagreeable.   “Lou, love, I dunno how homo I am.”

Luigi sighed to himself.  Not this again, he thought.  “Yeah, I know,” he said aloud.  Don’t I just!

“How do your mates Jason and Keith cope?” Cody asked, his voice and his whole demeanour humble.

I don’t want him to be grateful and humble, thought Luigi.  I want him to be confident and strong. Jeez!  I’m so mixed up.  I liked him better when he was arrogant and charming.  What a tool I am! Always looking for a man who’ll do me down and desert me in the end!  Idiot!

“Why don’t we ask them?” he said out loud, trying not to show his disparate feelings.  “They’re nice blokes, Coads.  They’re not afraid to talk about stuff.  Both of them have been through very bad things … and it’s made them … I dunno …. Wiser.  Kinder. Thing is, Coads love, I’m a homo through and through.  There is no way I could get it up with a woman.” Cody put his hand on Luigi’s knee and muttered something.  Luigi ploughed on.  “But Jace and Key?  Well, I think Key is maybe more straight than gay.  He has sex with men because he likes sex.  But also, I think he’s half in love with Jason.  And Jason is still in love with his guy in England who killed himself …” Cody murmured something, but again Luigi overrode it. He wanted to say this.  “… and I think he’s more gay than straight but he has had girlfriends, he said. He likes sex too, but what he wants is … love.  What he had with his guy in England.”

“D’you think he’ll find it?  Again, I mean.”

“I dunno.  He’s very fond of me and Keith.  I dunno that it’s love, though.  What he had with his cricket player was.  It was special.”  Luigi was silent for a while, negotiating a difficult intersection with traffic lights and two tram routes.  “Maybe there is just one or two great loves in your life, Cody.  Maybe all the others are different.  Not that you don’t love them but when you are in love it’s an obsession.  Almost like a mania.  A madness.  A heavenly madness while it lasts, but definitely not completely sane.”

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She was wearing a dress, a summer dress, floral and bright in a thin fabric.  He brushed the bottom of the dress up, and gripped her round her hips.  He slipped his hand down the front of her thong and into the warm folds of her body.  He didn’t stop kissing her as her caressed her.  As her body began to respond, her mind was free of any memory of her father.  Ripples of pleasure moved outwards from the focus of his attention, and his tongue in her mouth muddled her mind clearing it of anything but the sensations she was feeling.  She didn’t want him to stop.  But she knew also that she ought to think it through, without this confusion of lust and pleasure and affection. 

“Wait,” she gasped, “I … it’s too nice.”

He stopped at once.  She could see his erection, straining down one trouser leg, his boxers and his chinos useless concealment. 

“Too noice?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement and puzzlement.  “Is that possible?”

She looked into his soft brown eyes, so warm and filled with affection, concern, friendship and love.  The eyes muddled her too.  They turned her decision-making brain to mush.   All she could feel was the intense wish to melt into his arms, to go on kissing, to enjoy again that wonderful sensation of him touching her and pleasuring her.  Loving her.          

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