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description:”…’The Married Man’ is coming to me to confront a deferred part of himself while satiating a delayed pleasure...” He’s clearly kind and devoted to what he does , Steve reasons. He reads on, in awe that his partner of 22 years has gifted him with an overnight package as presented by this good-looking man. “…Regardless of well-intentioned pledges, again and again, a man must unite with someone else to recuperate a sense of who he is and what fulfills him…” John had himself seen him a couple years prior when Adam last visited Chicago. At that time, after two decades of sexual exclusivity, they had just opened their relationship up as Steve missed topping. Anticipating the apex of his work trip to the Big Apple, he peruses www.simplyadam.com further… …”Damn!” he gasps, as he scrolls through the galleries. The photos are raw – with enough unidentified to leave him guessing at the details. But as much as the idea of ravaging Adam arouses him, Steve is reluctant to pay someone to pursue a fantasy he hasn’t played out since he himself was a young man in Manhattan, before he’d met John and moved to the Midwest. However, upon being disappointed time and again by the technological tail-chasing of ads and aps, he knows he’ll benefit from a contained space to concede insecurities while exploring possibilities. He feels past his prime and out of practice but, due to years solely bottoming for John, wants badly to dominate and be served… …He’s bright, he seems genuine, Steve considers. He plays safe, and John says he’s even handsomer in person. He breathes in deeply as he dials the number. A gentle voice energetically responds: “Hello, this is Adam.” Steve fumbles in his jumpiness: “Hi, um – is this ‘Simply Adam’?” Adam replies in a good-natured tone: “Yes, it is - simply and sincerely. And you are?” Assured, he answers: “I’m Steve, and I’ll be in your city next month. I was hoping we could get together for a night… You’re actually a birthday present… Do you mind teaching an old dog some new tricks?” Adam: “That sounds great, Steve… What flavor of cake do you prefer?... In my experience your sensual intention sets in motion whatever outcome it is you want – erotic or otherwise. It’s simple teaching a few skills, and that tends to happen organically anyway, but I’d encourage you to get really clear with yourself what the big thing you crave is. The potential need underneath your immediate desire…” I’d better be able to keep it up… As he unpacks in his hotel suite, Steve is somewhat in disbelief that John was able to talk him into this. In follow-up emails he had explained to Adam that he felt himself at a personal crossroads but figured removing sexy undies to deliver his 55 delayed spankings would help guide him toward more pressing discoveries. Adam had responded by requesting that Steve wear tighty whities and supply honey whiskey so they could celebrate properly. The doorbell rings… …Adam: ”Happy belated!” Steve: “It’s so good to have you here. Come in…” Adam’s eyes strike Steve as sprightly and soulful, soothing his host. He feels he’s in good hands and that the right decision was made… …Good God, he looks just like Jimmy used to. The mystery of this young man and the memory of an old love startles Steve as he realizes why he was originally so attracted to Adam’s pictures. Adam: “So, where’s the whiskey?”… Steve: “…Actually, I went to school here and stuck around until I was about your age. Then my husband and I moved to the Windy City when he found a job there.” Adam: “…I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been being gay in New York at that time…” Steve: “…Are you on PrEP?” Adam: “Absolutely, but only because I think it’s responsible - given my vocation… What do you do, Steve?” Steve: “I’m in advertising – freelance. Do you do coaching and massage full-time?” Adam: “Ah, an ad-man! Yeah, this is what winds up paying my rent… I also keep a blog, which has been quite the passion project. Have you read it?” Steve: “…I know some of the words by heart, in fact.” They both beam, knowingly, as Steve grabs a fibrous thigh, doubtful of Adam’s appetite while discreetly appealing to it… …Adam: ”So, what is this about you wanting to put me in my place?” Steve: “Is that a challenge?” Adam: “If you need it to be.” Steve isn’t equipped for Adam’s impishness, nor for his pulsating part to impulsively start leaking through his jeans. Adam leans in, smiling and warm, empathetically – persuasively… …hugging Steve – lingeringly – smooching him on the cheek… First overcome by self-consciousness, he hastily – hesitantly - returns the yearning to Adam… then, helpless to do anything else, takes charge… and the two maneuver, intermittently lip-locked, for an unhurried hour… …flounderingly removing his cuff links, he earns Adam’s backwards stare down, as he falls over himself to reveal toned thighs and a high rise view in reverse… …feeling himself growing out of fear as he swells in desire, Steve looks down on Adam’s surrendered gaze… …then Adam ably eases Steve’s suppressed pain in capturing a clearer vision of the man-handling to come… …”Take it down to the bristles…” he teases his head… provoking a deeper poke… opening him up on the inside… velvety throat… lips hardly parted… nose buried in curl… … admiring the bulge, he sniffs, then indulges long and hard, engorging him – giving him permission to imagine how fresh - how pungent - he will smell… yielding to a youthfulness that grasps little and has yet to get anything… to consume him, caress and slap him - to extinguish any illusion of inexperience… …exhilaratingly exposed, filling him to tears… still tasting his mouth on his… achingly erect…