Two 22 y/o gay models in love. One goofy, one off. Neither ever the same guy. Both always awash with heavenly bodies and handsome faces they can't see for themselves living in a world impossible for them to blend in. Find their misadventures here.
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Chris couldn’t tell so he snapped a selfie.
Brad replied, “Well. That’s the right arm right? So you must be driving. You look like a woodchuck Chris.”
Chris: “Yeah you like that?”
Brad: “How much wood, would a woodchuck chuck?”
Chris: “A lot of wood.”
Brad: “Like how much wood?”
Brad: “How much wood Chris?”
Brad: “Wood.”
(Two minutes of garble from Chris’ phone)
Brad: “Chris?”
Jim on Chris’ Phone: “Hi Brad? This is Jim. I’m a medic at Ceaders. Chris has been in an accident.”
Brad: “Was he driving?”
Jim on Chris’ Phone: “Chris was in the passenger seat. No one was behind the wheel. We’re trying to figure that out.
Brad: “Us too. Hey can you put Chris on the phone? I need to finish off this wood business.”
Brad’s tummy kept making noise. Maybe it was trying to do the laundry. Chris hoped so. His mind was dirty. Sex obviously got in the way of any further intelligible conversation.
Brad and Chris flipped out. How could they play gay bingo if neither of them knew what number came after forelorn? Dr Ruth was right. Sex was fun but everything else was confusing.
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Brad didn't know either. It could be granola or grunge. Either way, it felt natural.
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Brad and Chris knew exactly nothing about what they didn't know they were staring at indirectly.
