He needed me. Gay sex He skated through to graduation with a few bucks to the alumni committee, I suspected. Longer than I expected.Kept tabs through searching the European art scene. Alvarez came to the door of the cabin. Kept hounding him; he stubbornly spurned help and my second month on the job I got the call. Painting ceased. Doug chose the thirty day program.* * *The next several years were a repeat of that incident. Almost suicidal the way he chases pain.”I waited till the server left his salad: “What happened before our wedding? Could I hold it against my lover? Softly whispered words redefined the gentle touches I remembered. Acquired the wisdom of knots, restraints, the whip, timing and a dom’s disgusting lexicon. * * *Through the months, Doug’s old paintings began showing up. Doubt and loneliness overwhelmed me. I couldn’t leave him. I’d wake him with strawberries and suck his nipples while he ate, prompting some slow, easy sex. * * *Left him to sleep while I went to the market. Faced two more years of administration classes with him beside me. His canvases exploded with sensuality.Propped him up repeatedly during his senior year.
