We sat opposite from each other at our favorite Chinese restaurant. We were freshly in love, and madly in lust. We'd eat like ravenous boys, in anticipation for the foreplay and fornication that would follow. His way of showing his love was to feed me cashew shrimp. My way of showing my love was to make sweet afternoon love to him.
I laughed as he smirked his cute smiles across the table. I was poor as a poor boy could be, yet he treated me like a prince. He was sweet and tender with his words, one of the many reasons I loved the man so much.
"Poverty might have stolen your golden shoes Ryan, but it didn't steal your silver laughter."
"No, Brian, I laugh and it makes me forget the poverty. I love you so much."
He paid the bill and we rushed home to strip naked and enjoy our blissful, orgasmic afternoon.
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