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lyin’ when I say I saw the prettiest expressions I ever seen on them two faces. Those guys just lay there and took what I gave ’em—their honest eyes wide open and gazin’ up at me. Casey had lots of trouble stayin’ still toward the end. He kept on thrustin’ his hips up to help me out with what I was doin’. Who could blame him? Still, I told him to settle down, cuz I had it all under control. But he kept those baby blues of his locked right on me. Now Zander didn’t have no problem keepin’ his ass still on the bed. He let me do as I wanted to him, but he kept on closin’ his eyes every time he got to feelin’ real good, like he wanted it to be his own private thing. And wanna know what? I kept right on sayin’, “Zander, look at me,” every time them eyelids of his slipped shut. And the fucked-up thing is, he listened to me. Struggled a bit but opened those amber eyes and gazed up at me. I saw hella trust in both sets of eyes.
    Saw trust in those eyes, the love there, the missin’ me, and the gladness that I was there with them, pumpin’ their dicks without mercy. This next thing is gonna sound like a pile of crap, but what the fuck. Gonna spill it anyhow. Seein’ that love, I almost lost it in two different ways. First of all, I almost cried. Held back, but it took everythin’ I had to keep my eyes dry. And second, I nearly came. Yup, just touchin’ my guys—lovin’ them with my hands and eyes—had me ready to shoot.
    Speakin’ of shootin’, I had both of my guys firin’ off at the very same second. Timed it right, I did. And they didn’t waste no time draggin’ me down ’tween the middle of ’em and stickin’ their hands inside my shorts. Soon I was goin’ off myself.
    I hadn’t slept with my guys naked many times before, mostly cuz when we slept overnight together back in high school, we were at Casey’s house. And sure, we all slept together on the floor of Casey’s bedroom plenty of times—Casey called it a nest that we made outta all the blankets—but not bare-assed. That night, after we cleaned ourselves up, we slept without no clothes on. We put Casey’s soft body ’tween us, and I pulled his back against my chest. As I had long arms, I tugged Zander toward us so he was chest to chest with Casey, and I had my hand on the back of his neck.
    It was a fuckin’ slice of heaven.
    Last thing I remember before we fell sleep was hearin’ Casey’s sweet voice sayin’, “Wish you never had to leave, Nate.”
    And then Zander. “Then we could be like this every night.”
    Yeah. Don’t I fuckin’ wish it?
     
     
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    Warning. I know this is a blog, and someday it will be read by others, but I’m not going to spare the personal details about my feelings for my partners. These are the very details necessary to make the very first members and creators of One Voice real to you and thus make One Voice, itself, real to you. And so on that note—
     
     
    I T WAS so fucking hard to let go of Nate on Sunday night. I swear, a part of me wanted to pack up my shit and head home to NH right along with him. But another part of me asked where that would get us. Casey and I need to study so we can get good jobs. Only then will we be able to take Nate and Cindy away from that asshole, Rich, and help get Nate on track for his own future career. The dude wants to be a cook. Ever since the three of us first got to know each other in our junior year of high school by doing a French project together, Nate has been fascinated with cooking. And he’s a decent cook—no joke. If you ever read this, Nate, your crepes are the best! Casey and I have talked about this plan a lot, and we’ve decided that we’ll help to get him enrolled in a nearby cooking school at the earliest opportunity.
    So, all three of us went to the One Voice meeting on Sunday. It was the last thing we did together before Nate had to pick up his little