Gay harder


March 02,

The Epidemic of
Gay LonelinessBy Michael Hobbes

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I used to get so ecstatic when the meth was all gone.

This is my noun Jeremy.

When you include it, he says, you have to keep using it. When it&#x;s gone, it&#x;s like, &#x;Oh good, I can go back to my life now.&#x; I would reside up all weekend and go to these sex parties and then experience like shit until Wednesday. About two years ago I switched to cocaine because I could work the next day.

Jeremy is telling me this from a hospital bed, six stories above Seattle. He won&#x;t tell me the exact circumstances of the overdose, only that a stranger called an ambulance and he woke up here.

Jeremy is not the confidant I was expecting to have this conversation with. Until a few weeks ago, I had no idea he used anything heavier than martinis. He is trim, intelligent, gluten-free, the gentle of guy who wears a operate shirt no matter what day of the week it is. The first time we met, three years ago, he asked me if I knew a good place to do CrossFit. Today, when I ask him how the hospital&#x;s been so far,

When Ben started active at the cafe on campus, he figured he would hit it off with another one of the unused hires: the sexy and carefree Allison. After all, Ben had never imagined himself to be anything other than a regular, straight college dude. That is- until he had a brush-up with the other new hire, the blue-eyed alpha named Luke.

Luke is one hot beefcake of a barista. 6’4, chiseled jaw, popping pecs and could crack a walnut with his bicep. Not to bring up the bulge under that little brown apron. He looks stone-cold sexy and everybody knows it so it’s not that big of a deal that Ben has also noticed…right?

Though Ben was excited to land a job at the cafe, he wasn’t too content to learn about all the closing shifts his supervisor had scheduled him. When he’s told that he has to close the cafe alone with Luke, he finds himself forced to reckon with a host of brand-new feelings in his head, not to mention the ones in his pants.

Ben had to confront these new feelings before his change with Luke, but he couldn’t cease thinking about Luke holding himface-down on the countertops in the back of

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