He really is a good looking guy. 6 feet tall, chubby, but in a cute way. Brown hair you can tell used to be blond. I love watching him sleep, he never...seems more beautiful to me. So at peace.While I watch him I begin running our conversation on the couch over in my mind. Sebastian has a fetish. Who am I to judge. If it means that much to him, maybe I should do it. I mean, if I ever want to do the things I want, it's only fair, right?In the morning I'm sitting on a stool in the tiny kitchen I. But love? Morality? Not on the syllabus."Sir," I had gotten into the habit of using 'sir' to excess,"I am fond of Harmony and like doing things that make her happy. Her happiness is important to me. I do have limits, but I don't know them yet." Excellent answer, Cadet Thistle," Commandant Mackie remarked. "You haven't been told, but there's a reason that you have auditioned as Harmony's boyfriend; it is beneficial to both of you. Harmony needs a boyfriend. You need to become a man."He went on. There were no traffic lights, just large expanses of farms, workers in the fields and a few summer cyclists and walkers along the banks. The roof was down, the wind rushed through our hair, the sun shone on our faces and my hands indulgently caressed my new lover’s thigh. The rushing wind felt like it was blowing away all my conscience about the situation I found myself in. The pollen and spores of desire were being seeded in new territory and I was openly and confidently allowing my new found. ”Without a thought, John put down his fishing rod and started rowing after us like a mad man. Bob was still reeling in his line and nearly fell out of the boat while John had that rowboat cranking. We had purposely drifted to a stop to let them get close before we took off too and headed towards the opposite shore. Once we got a good lead, I undressed and lay back on the seat with my legs spread wide and hanging over either side of the canoe like a wanton slut.Knowing that we had a good minute.