STRANGE TAILS
Mike

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no 
resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

In February one year ago, Michael Paré had a public quarrel with his then girlfriend who 
accused him of being a cold and thoughtless son of a bitch. The row ended with her 
slapping him in front of the guests at a party and pushing him into the pool. If that wasn't 
uncomfortable enough, Mike wasn't wearing any underwear underneath his white pants 
so it was quite a sight when he climbed out of the pool, the wet fabric clinging to every 
contour and bulge of his lower body as the material became very see-through. While a 
lesser man would run for cover, Mike merely pushed the wet trousers down his well-
muscled legs and calmly walked bare-assed into the house. As he was calmly looking for 
some towel to cover his nakedness, however, he stumbled upon the birthday girl herself 
looking for a can of Coke in the kitchen. She had retreated from the party to get a drink, 
but five minutes later, Mike had charmed and seduced her into bending over the dining 
table so that he would give her a birthday present to remember. It was a most enjoyable 
experience, especially when his girlfriend stumbled upon him doggy-style spearing his 
cock into his seventeen-year old conquest's cunt. 

As he shot his load into that delicious pussy, he looked at his girlfriend and grinned. "It 
looks like I know the perfect birthday gift for your daughter after all," he told her as he 
pulled up his pants before the stunned woman and walked away from her and her stunned 
daughter. 

Mike was a man who could persuade a nun to sin but those who knew him suspected that 
he was a heartless man who cared only for his own pleasures. Therefore, it was a surprise 
to them when Mike fell in love and married before the year was out.

Mike's easy way with his grin and his ease with his body also allowed him to break the 
ice with strangers easily. But while this got him laid on a regular basis, he never had 
anyone touched him as deeply as his platonic relationship with William Gutiérrez.

At the end of May, eight months ago, his good friend Willie was transferred to Bucharest, 
where he would remain for a year as he helped his company set up a branch in that city. 
Mike knew this for a few weeks now but he was somewhat living in denial about the 
matter until Willie asked him that day to do him a favor. "Please drop by and feed my 
goldfish. I would ask my neighbor but he is a forgetful idiot," Willie said and smiled in 
that charming way of his whenever he wanted to get someone to do him a favor. Willie 
could be as charming as Mike if the man wanted to. Mike took the key Willie pressed 
into his hand, and that was when he finally realized that he would not be seeing Willie for 
at least year. Willie would be leaving the next day. An icy heaviness seemed to squeeze 
Mike's heart as he watched Willie clear his worktable.

They were unlikely good friends. Willie was twenty-five to Mike's thirty-six and there 
were a vast gulf of differences between them in terms of the experiences they had in life. 
Mike had served in Iraq as a soldier and later did many things he wouldn't say he was 
proud of as an intelligence field agent. Willie was, in contrast, always in the rat race, 
aiming to be rich before he turned forty and knowing much more about computers and 
stuff while Mike's only use for the computer were searching for free porn and emailing 
people when he was too lazy to call them up over the phone. 

Perhaps it was fated that they would meet that day. Mike remembered the date when they 
first met - June the eighth in year 2004 - and every detail of their encounter like it 
happened only yesterday. They were two strangers who happened to be working in 
different offices on the same office block. They were two strangers who happened to step 
into an elevator that broke down nearly as soon as the doors closed on them. In the two 
hours of darkness, they began to talk. At first their conversation was just awkward stabs 
at trying to fill the silence. Mike didn't know how it happened, but they soon began 
talking more comfortably and even laughing. They agreed and disagreed equally in 
anything and everything they could talk about - popular culture, politics, world affairs, 
economy, sex, and even lousy exes. When the maintenance crew opened the elevator 
doors, Mike found himself telling Willie, "I want to see you again."

"I'm gay. Maybe you should clarify what you mean so that I won't misunderstand your 
intention," Willie said with a teasing smile. "That sentence can mean many things to a 
gay man, especially when it's coming from a good-looking hunk."

That was how Mike knew of Willie's sexual preferences. "I want to talk to you some 
more. I bet I can make you agree with me about the brilliance of the Beatles." 

If Willie was disappointed that Mike wasn't asking for a date - and Mike was an old hand 
in letting gay men down easy and gently when they assumed that he was as attracted to 
them as they were to him - he didn't show it. His smile, in fact, blossomed wider as he 
told Mike, "My number's in the office directory. Give me a buzz if you're going for lunch 
and I'll see if I can join you."

Remembering how they had laughed and argued in the months since that day, Mike didn't 
want to face a year without a friend to laugh with. He rarely had any close friends, since 
he was always on the move and friends were rare luxury in a field of work where any day 
could be his last. He had acquaintances, colleagues, fuck buddies, and a few relatives that 
he bothered to keep in touch with, but he had no one who knew him as much as Willie. 
Willie was considerably younger than Mike yet their disparate experiences meant only 
more discussions and arguments that had Mike laughing and cursing with an ease that he 
never experienced before. 

And now Willie was leaving him. A year seemed too long to endure, not when he had 
waited a lifetime to know a friendship that made his life seemed considerably less empty. 
It was the least Mike could do to agree to drop by daily in the evenings to feed the fish. 
All day long he couldn't concentrate on his paperwork. Words on the report he was 
working on blurred before his eyes until he had to wipe angrily away at the tears welling 
in his eyes. He had survived gunshots and wounds that nearly took his life, he had 
laughed and faced armed enemies with bravado, but now he was reduced into an 
emotional mess due to emotions that he had never experienced before all his life 
confusing him and making him want to beg Willie not to leave him. It was crazy. He 
could still email Willie. He could still call Willie. But he was so, so afraid that Willie 
would find another friend, someone younger and had more similar interests to him than 
Mike, and Mike would have to return to his old life. Now that he knew what it felt like to 
have someone to talk to or just be silent with on evenings when he just wanted to be with 
another human being that he could relate to, going back to his solitary life of meaningless 
short sexual affairs and superficial acquaintances was too painful to consider.

He needed to talk to Willie one last time. He had to see that man one more time before 
Willie left this country. 

"No, please, don't come find me," Willie had insisted yesterday evening when Mike 
called and suggested that he followed Willie to the airport today. Maybe they could have 
dinner together before Willie left. Willie however was not keen on the idea. "It's just a 
silly superstition on my part, but I don't want to say goodbye to the people I know, Mike. 
After all, I'm not really gone, am I? There's the phone, of course, and the MSN…"

But he had to see Willie. Mike was struck with an urgent need to talk face-to-face with 
Willie one last time before his friend moved out of his life for a year that he decided to be 
selfish and drop by unannounced at Willie's apartment. He hoped Willie would 
understand when he pounded on the door and called Willie's name urgently.

What he didn't expect was the woman who answered the door. 

The resemblance to Willie was obvious - she had Willie's beautiful brown eyes that 
reminded Mike of exotic pebbles he'd once seen in a secluded riverbed in an untouched 
area of the Amazon basin. The elegant facial bones were the same, although this woman's 
face was unmistakably feminine and beautiful as Willie's face was starkly handsome and 
aristocratic. Those full lips were similar, although while Willie's lips were still 
unmistakably masculine, hers were tempting and made for tempestuous kisses. Just 
looking at her face caused Mike's cock to harden. 

She looked stunned to see Mike. 

"I'm Michael Paré. I'm Willie's friend. I'd like to tell him goodbye personally before he 
leaves for Bucharest. Can I see him?"

"I…" The woman had a soft yet sensual voice that teased at Mike's senses. He had to 
control himself or he would be so consumed by the animal lust threatening to override his 
sense that he would pin her against a wall and fuck her if he didn't control himself. 
"Willie's plane… he…" She shook her head as if to steady her thoughts. Mike noticed 
how her nipples were evidently erect, poking against the fabric of her blouse, and 
wondered whether she was feeling the same primal attraction as he was. "His schedule 
was changed at the last minute and his plane would leave much earlier than he 
anticipated."

Mike felt ice cut through his heart. "He's gone?"

The woman nodded. Her eyes glistened and Mike thought he could see his grief reflected 
in those mysterious yet alluring depths. Did she understand how he was feeling? How 
intriguing. "Who are you?" he asked softly. He had to know.

"I'm Levy, Willie's sister. He said I could use his place while he is away."

Of course, Mike thought to himself. This woman was Willie's sister. That explained her 
strikingly similar physical resemblance to his dearest friend. "Can I come in?" he asked 
her, looking at her and knowing that his anguish, which he didn't understand himself, was 
written plainly on his face for her to see. "I don't want to be alone anymore," he 
whispered. 

That was how he met Levy Gutiérrez, the woman who would destroy his life.




TWO


Later

Michael Paré's heart beat on its own accord, merely to keep him alive, and he forgot 
about having a heart since his wife Levy vanished from his life nine months ago. But he 
was forcefully reminded of its existence when it began pounding fast and hard the 
moment he thought he saw William Gutiérrez purchasing a magazine from a newsstand 
across the street. 

"Willie!" he shouted as his feet moved on their own accord. "Willie!" He began running 
across the street. It was his well-honed reflexes from his days in the army that prevented 
him from being hit by traffic since his eyes were focused only on the man he had called 
once and still considered his best friend. A car stopped just in time to avoid hitting him. 
As the enraged driver cursed foully at Mike, the man on instinct merely placed on hand 
on the hood of the car and elegantly somersaulted across it. His feet landed on the hood 
of a moving car that stopped when the startled driver saw Mike landed on her hood. Mike 
kept running as if nothing had happened. "Willie!" he called again, this time in urgent 
despair as he saw the man - yes, it was really Willie - turned to gasp visibly at the sight of 
Mike running towards him. "Willie, don't!" Mike now screamed as Willie began to run. 

Mike in his agitated condition didn't wonder why a man he considered one of his very 
few best friends was fleeing from him as if Mike was a terrifying monster. Instead, he 
gave chase, fury burning in his heart that not only did his wife left him without a word, 
now a man he had allowed to get inside his heart was fleeing from him as well. What the 
fuck was going on? 

Willie gave a panicked cry when he found himself in a dead end. Good, Mike thought as 
he only increased his speed. Willie looked around frantically for a way out. But there was 
no way to escape Mike when he had his eyes on his target. Mike was about six feet from 
Willie when his feet left the ground. Willie was thrown heavily against the wall blocking 
his escape as Mike's weight crashed onto him. 

Mike grabbed Willie's wrists and pressed them hard against the wall as he used his body 
to pin the rest of the wall against the wall. His breath was warm as his lips were less than 
an inch away from Willie's. "Hello, Willie," Mike whispered in a low savage voice. 
"Where is my wife?"

Willie said something but Mike couldn't hear a word the other man was saying over the 
roaring of the blood surging in his veins and the deafening beating of his heart. 
Awareness of how his body was pressing against a tightly-muscled body surged through 
him, causing his cock to begin swelling in his pants as he involuntarily ground his 
increasingly filling erection against the bulge in Willie's pants. Mike could smell the 
cologne on Willie's body, and he thought he could even smell the very essence of the 
man. His body was on fire as he moaned and moved his lower body in an urgent circular 
grinding motion while rubbing his erection against Willie's cock and thighs. Willie was 
responding to Mike's raw masculinity despite his obvious fear - his own cock was soon 
obviously hard as a rock as they began making short thrusting motions with their hips at 
each other. 

Mike didn't fully understand what was happening to him. Willie had always been his 
good friend as long as he knew that man and there was never any sexual attraction 
between them… until now, when just touching Willie made Mike burn with immediate 
desire. The last time he was so short of control over his libido when he was with Levy, 
his beloved wife… the sister of his best friend who he now burned to plunge his cock 
into. He loved Levy with every fiber of his being, so now his physical betrayal of her 
should make him burn with guilt. But instead, he burned with need. 

Willie gave a raw sound of anguish like a man in defeat. Yet he only lifted his hips so 
that he could wrap them around Mike's waist. Mike roughly pulled Willie's jeans down 
the man's well-muscled legs and tore the man's briefs into useless shredded fabrics in his 
urgency. His own jeans and boxers fell around his ankles as he stepped out of them. And 
then his throbbing dick was forcing its thick length up Willie's tight asshole, filling it 
completely. 

Only when his cock was completely sheathed in Willie's beautiful body did Mike opened 
his eyes in shock. He stared into Willie's pained eyes as he tried to steady his harsh 
breathing. He had been in this asshole many times before. Yet, this was only the first time 
he fucked Willie… no, it wasn't. His body recognized Willie's, which was why Mike 
exploded in desire the moment the touched the man. 

"Levy," he whispered as he looked at Willie. "You're Levy!" 

But… how could that be? How was it even possible? But Mike was beyond rational 
thoughts as Willie's ass gripped his cock like a muscular vise of heat and erotic wetness. 
All he could do was to surrender to the primal call of his hormones. He drove his cock 
into Willie's ass again and again, roughly until Willie cried out in pleasure-pain and 
clawed at Mike's back until he felt his skin tear. As several thin trails of blood began 
seeping down his naked back, he poured his load into that hot sweet ass.




"Tiresias, the ancient seer, was turned by the goddess Hera into a woman as a punishment 
for hitting a female snake while she was mating with her mate. Tiresias, now a woman, 
became a courtesan of great renown. After seven years, the goddess asked Tiresias to 
settle a debate she had with her husband Zeus. Zeus claimed that a woman experienced 
greater pleasure in sex than a man while Hera said otherwise. Having been both a woman 
and a man, Tiresias was asked to settle the debate. He told the two gods that Zeus was 
right. Enraged, Hera not only blinded Tiresias but cursed that all his descendants would 
live both as a man and a woman." Willie, lying naked on his stomach, turned to look at 
Mike. "Tiresias' curse lived on for centuries. I was born male but every three hundred 
days I would change."

"You told me you were sent to Sweden by your employer," said Mike, quickly doing the 
math in his head. It all made sense now if he assumed that Willie was telling the truth. 

Willie left about eight months after they first met. Three months later Mike visited 
Willie's apartment one evening to feed Willie's fish like he often would. He found a 
beautiful woman there who introduced herself as Levy, Willie's sister. He thought her the 
most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His cock was an iron-hard steel of lust-hardened 
male flesh in his shorts as he flirted with her while he made excuses to stay in the 
apartment a little longer. She wanted him to leave - she seemed nervous about his 
presence. Well, she wasn't nervous, eager as hell in fact, when Mike set to work at 
seducing her with his words and smile. He mounted her on Willie's bed that night. That 
whole night of wild unbridled fucking had Mike realizing that Levy was a superb fuck 
that he would want to possess again. Two weeks after their first meet he realized that she 
was everything he wanted in a woman and proposed to her. 

"You didn't even attend our wedding. I was so hurt," Mike said. 

Willie placed his hand on Mike's muscular left pectoral. "I didn't want to be anything 
more than friends with you. You weren't supposed to meet Levy and I would just come 
back here once I became Willie again. But I have always been attracted to you and you 
are that irrevocably straight guy who always has an eye for women. Damn it to hell, when 
you looked at me as Levy in your eyes like you wanted me so badly, I lost my mind."

"You didn't. You married me." Mike didn't know what to believe, but he decided that he 
would think about this matter in the morning, when his mind was calmer and more 
capable of rational thinking. Right now, he had Willie back in his life. Even if Willie was 
talking crazy, he was here in Mike's life again and that was enough for now. If Willie was 
lying to protect Levy's whereabouts from him, well, now that he knew Willie's weakness 
for Mike's cock, Mike was confident that he would soon find out where Levy was after a 
few more rounds of sex games with Willie. 

He held Willie in his arms and considered the future as Willie snored softly in his arms. 
He found it hard to believe Willie's story about him changing his sex every three hundred 
years but Mike didn't worry too much about that story now. If Levy was out there hiding 
from him, he'd find her now that he had Willie. He loved her. She had his heart in her 
hands. Even now that she had broken it by leaving him without a word, he wanted her 
back. How could he not, for she was the other half of his soul? 




"Do you want me to leave?" Willie asked.

Mike put down the glass of apple juice that he was about to take a sip from. "No," he 
said. "Do you want to leave?" he asked Willie in turn. 

Mike woke up that morning at seven like he always did and wondered whether the night 
before was a dream. But the sweet scent of freshly cooked eggs and ham soon alerted him 
to the fact that everything was real. He had always awakened every morning to this same 
scent when Levy was in his life… he sat up in bed, alert now. Perhaps Willie was taught 
by Levy to prepare breakfast. After all, didn't all eggs and ham smell the same? 

Didn't all assholes felt the same?

But it wasn't just the intimate physical contact that made Mike want to believe Willie's 
story, implausible as it was. Now that Willie had told that story to Mike, Mike now could 
see clearly things he didn't grasp in the past. No wonder he fell in love with Levy so 
easily - the way she talked to Mike and behaved with him around was so similar to Willie 
that Mike fell like a rock as a result. She was his closest friend and with her being a 
woman, Mike dared to breach the one barrier that he couldn't with Willie. Levy was 
obviously a virgin when Mike fucked her for the first time, but just as he breached her 
maidenhead, she breached the last defenses of his heart with her willingness to give her 
body to him as well as her friendship. She filled up the one last empty place in Mike's 
heart that allowed Mike to at last love another human being. 

"I don't want to leave," Willie answered, bringing Mike from his thoughts and back into 
the present day. "I never should have let you fuck me but I wanted so badly to know what 
it was like to be your lover that I decided to take the risk. My plan was to leave you 
before it was time for me to change back from Levy to Willie."

"Why didn't you tell me this from the start?" Mike asked in frustration. 

"Would you believe me?" asked Willie in response. "Do you believe me now?"

Mike sat down and took a bite from the breakfast Willie had prepared. It was exactly 
what Levy would prepare. "My brain is still not sure," he confessed, "but my body 
believes you." 

"I am telling the truth," Willie said in frustration. "Levy's my middle name. I'm your best 
friend as well as your wife."

Mike nodded. "I believe you, Willie," he said, knowing as he did then that he meant it. 
He didn't have the facts but his body cried out for Willie's touch just as he was already 
feeling the peace settling back inside his soul the way he felt calm in his heart when he 
had Willie and later Levy in his life. Still, he wasn't the smartest man by any long shot so 
he looked at Willie's face, a masculine version of beauty just as Levy's face was Mike's 
feminine ideal of beauty, and asked honestly, "So what do we do now?"

"What do you want from me, Mike?" 

"I want you. I want Levy." Mike smiled. "And now I have the both of you. Do I need 
anything else?" 

Willie chuckled, his nervousness obviously placated by Mike's cocky words. "I am 
actually a freelance writer, obviously because I need to work alone," he said. "That is the 
only lie that I told you, not counting the job transfer to Bucharest. I've been doing this for 
a long time now and I've never been caught. I have ID's and passports for both my male 
and female identities." He looked into Mike's eyes as he lowered himself on one knee 
before Mike. "It is hell when I'm away from you. If you still want me, Mike, knowing 
what I am, I'm willing to be your best friend as Willie and your wife as Levy." 

Mike laughed as he lifted Willie into his arms. "Welcome home then, wife," he said as he 
moved in for a kiss. One hand was already working on the sash around Willie's robe as 
Mike used his other hand to pull Willie's head down for their lips and tongue to meet and 
mate. That hand soon had the robe flutter down to the floor to join the Mike's boxers 
before the second finger expertly penetrated and explored Willie's tight ass. As the 
middle finger joined the second finger, Willie moaned as he felt his sphincter being 
stretched to a deliciously pleasurable extent. 

"You've done this with a man before, haven't you?" Willie gasped as those two fingers 
knew exactly how to hit all those sensitive spots in his ass to make Willie tremble with 
pleasure. 

Mike chuckled. "I've fucked you in the ass so many times before, love, when you are 
Levy, remember?" He grinned as Willie arched his back and thrust his cock upwards so 
that the cock was moving up and down along Mike's washboard stomach. "Okay, I 
fucked a man's ass before," he confessed in between hungry kisses. "It was about ten 
years ago. A gay friend asked me whether I could just dance in a sexy way for his friend's 
birthday party because the stripper he hired didn't show up. So I did. I drank too much, 
things got wild, and I ended up fucking all sixteen men that showed up. I didn't know 
much about a man's ass then but I discovered that I had good instincts in knowing just 
how to make them go wild." 

"I'd bet!" Willie said through gritted teeth as he felt Mike's cock started to penetrate his 
ass. Oh yes, Mike was good. 

Mike took it slow for now, eager to learn and explore Willie's body. He knew Levy's 
body like it was his own, having fucked the mouth, pussy, and asshole of his wife so 
many times. Now he wanted to discover his wife one more time, this time as a man 
sleeping with another man. There had no been no other man since he fucked those guys at 
that birthday party ten or so years ago, so while his skill in male buggery might not be as 
polished as his skill with the opposite sex, he was eager to explore and discover Willie's 
pleasure points. Later, as he had drawn every pleasure from Willie's body, he lay back 
and lifted his legs high for Willie to deflower his virgin asshole. By the time morning 
rolled in and Mike had to call in sick so that he didn't have to leave Willie so soon after 
he had found his other half of his soul back, he had been completely whole again. 



EPILOGUE

The cabana boy noticed the couple right away when they showed up at the hotel. The 
man was tall and muscular, his rugged masculine good looks a contrast to the many 
pampered faces of the rich and famous that frequented the very exclusive and expensive 
hotel. This man was accompanied by a strikingly beautiful woman who looked like an 
actress from those old Hollywood movies from the golden era. A talk with Levy who 
checked them in revealed that the man was an employee of a man named Julian 
McMahon and Mr McMahon had allowed this man to reserve a suite under Mr 
McMahon's account with the hotel. The man, one Michael Paré, had casually mentioned 
that he and his wife Levy are on their second honeymoon. 

The cabana boy saw them that night in the pool when it was closed and no one was 
supposed to be around. He was cleaning up quietly when he saw Michael Paré laughed 
quietly as he led his wife into the pool through the hidden gate known only to the guests 
that were close to the owner and manager of the hotel Christian Bale. The staff also knew 
of the gate, of course, although no one dared to use the pool without Mr Bale's 
permission. He was about to leave when he was rooted on the spot, struck into awe at the 
sight of Michael Paré's stunningly nude body that could put any Greek statue to shame. 
He gasped too when he saw Levy stepped into the light, as nude as her husband. He 
slipped away when the husband mounted the wife, their moans of ecstasy echoing in his 
ears and mind as he left those two to their privacy.

For the next few days, it was agreed among the staff that the Parés were easily the most 
attractive couple they have had as guests in a while. Those two became infamous on their 
second day stay when Michael all but penetrated his wife in the beach in front of the 
other beach visitors as the man took his time to massage sunscreen onto his wife's back. 
He was clad only in tight low-riding white swim trunks (it did not go unnoticed that 
Michael favored white clothes) and as he rubbed his hands sensually over his wife's back, 
the front of those swim trucks tented out to the point that he was in danger of popping out 
of those trunks. As if to protect his own modesty, he lowered his crotch against the 
junction of his wife's thighs as he continued pleasuring her with his hands, whispering 
sweet nothings in her ears until his cock was pressed so tightly against the narrow strip of 
black material that guarded her cunt that they might as well be fucking. When they finally 
decided to retreat to their room, Michael got on his feet and there was a clear large wet 
patch at the front of his massively bulging trunks, making the thick cock crown of his 
obscenely visible to onlookers. The "Do not disturb" sign remained on the doorknob of 
their room for the rest of their stay. Judging from their obvious desire for each other, the 
Parés' isolation did not surprise the staff.

But to the surprise to the night staff manning the hotel on the fifth day of the Parés' stay, 
Michael Paré came to the reception to check out not with his beautiful wife but a very 
handsome man by his side. This man looked quite similar to Levy, prompting some to 
speculate that he was somehow related to her. Just as Michael had finished signing the 
necessary documents to check out of the hotel, he turned to the handsome mysterious 
man by his side and said, "I love you." He then kissed the mysterious man right in the 
mouth in his joy and the man kissed Michael back just as hard.

The Parés never returned to the hotel, so the staff had to be content with speculations 
about the mysterious disappearance of the wife and the appearance of this strange 
handsome stranger. 

Meanwhile, some of Michael's neighbors began gossiping about the fact that he might be 
having an affair with two siblings without the brother and the sister knowing about it 
because Michael clearly lived with a lover. Some had seen a woman with him while 
others spot Michael with a man. If anyone bothered to compare notes, they would realize 
that Michael was seen alternating between the man and the woman every ten months. 

Both Michael and his love, who he called Willie or Levy depending on his lover's gender, 
were amused by the speculations although they soon took precautions by staying at 
Michael's place only when Levy made her appearance or at Willie's place when Levy 
became Willie. Michael loved both equally since they were the same person. Soon into 
their new life together, they were looking into the possibly of creating their first child via 
in-vitro fertilization of his sperm with Levy's egg and finding a surrogate mother to aid 
them in the process. 

For every moment when he held William Levy Gutiérrez in his arms, for every kiss they 
shared, for every moment of silence or laughter or even fighting they had together, for 
every time he pumped his load into his lover as they both came in a harsh and wonderful 
climax, Michael Paré thought he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world and he 
couldn't think of any way his life could be better. 

