What a hopeless romantic? Or does he just know true love?

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Eric retreated into the bedroom and came back out with a camera. He began to snap pictures of Jay sitting, then lying, and standing. He went through three rolls of film. Jay was getting quite comfortable, and began to act silly. He was standing now, and pulled his underwear down revealing his ass. Eric snapped and smiled. Jay pulled his pants back up and sat down out of breath from posing. Eric put the camera on the table and sat next to him. "So you never told me your sexual orientation." "Once again, is it important?" Eric asked. "Sort of." "Why?" "Well if you are, I could possibly flirt, and maybe a little more. But if not, I don't want to take it somewhere it shouldn't go." "What does it matter? If you feel like flirting, just do it. I'm not going to react harshly. I want you to be yourself. Your true self. Damn what I think about it." "That's interesting, but I'm considerate, and I wouldn't ever do that." "Well if you really want to know, I'll show you."

Eric leaned over and kissed Jay passionately. Jay embraced Eric as he began to explore his upper body. Eric was pinching Jay's nipples before running his hands down his torso to his throbbing cock. Jay moaned with excitement. Jay's hands were running up and ...