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It was Wednesday again, and I was driving towards a building that sat in a newly gentrified area of the city. I never would have guessed that this is how my life would have turned out due to one of my hook-ups slipping me a card with the words,  You Choose , with an embossed male ass in the middle on one side and a phone number on the other. I wasn’t sure what to think about it.  ==== Months And Months Ago ==== “Is this how I get in contact with you again?” I asked him. He had already turned towards the door of the hotel room we shared for the night.  “Maybe,” he turned his head to tell me before pulling open the door and walking out of my life. I looked down at the card again as I brushed my thumb over the little protruding ass. I didn’t want to appear too pushy or eager by calling the number right away, so I placed it in my wallet for later. I ended up forgetting about that little piece of paper for three months. I was on the hunt for my driver’s license at the time. I ...

“Only one of us needs to be seen rowing. If anyone sees us at all,” Robert tells me as he pulls the oars in and reaches for my waist. Electric stock zings its way from each of his fingertips and across my skin. “Eliot,” he says. “Can I take off your bathing suit?” Robert asks me. “Why?” I asked with a weak voice. “Because I really, really want to eat your ass out now,” he confesses. “What?” I almost shout as I’m stunned by his words. He uses this time to move us around, so we are sitting in each other’s seat. “Have you had anyone do that to you yet?” he asks as his eyes seem to look deeper into me than I thought was possible. “No,” I confess as I lick my dry lips. “But,” I continue, “I want to feel what that would be like,” I finish as I feel a blush burn it’s way up my neck. And being the redhead that I am, I must have looked like a tomato at that moment. “So you’ll take this off,” Robert asks as he snaps the waistband of my swim shorts. “And scoot back a bit off the se...