Changing the World

“Don’t watch the news,” Gabe told Julian when they started working together. “If you see something positive, you’ll be tempted to take credit for it. If you see something negative, you’ll blame yourself. Either one will make success more difficult.”

“But how will I know if it’s working?” Julian had asked. He was new to the idea that one could change the world by having really good sex, but Gabe had taught him to believe.

Gabe had replied, “You’ll know.”

The traffic light at the corner changed, painting Gabe’s naked body with green light split into lines by the window shades. He lay flat on the bed atop the worn spread. His erect cock pointed up at a slight angle, and the light changed to yellow. A cop car passed a pair of streets over, siren wailing. Julian shivered and took Gabe’s hand, climbing into bed. Gabe’s hand caressed his hip.

Julian steadied his breathing. He straddled Gabe and reached back, stroking Gabe’s cock against his lubricated anal entrance. An adjustment of angle, and Gabe’s cock slid into Julian like a fish through water. It would have been easy to treat this like any other fuck and start to grind. But Gabe sat up and did something with his legs while cradling Julian’s buttocks in his strong hands. Now they faced each other with Julian on Gabe’s lap, fitted together like the two halves of a single sea shell. They gazed into each other’s eyes, which reflected the lights, now...