Two 22 y/o gay models in love. One goofy, one off. Neither ever the same guy. Both always awash with heavenly bodies and handsome faces they can't see for themselves living in a world impossible for them to blend in. Find their misadventures here.
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Brad Wondered What Life Was Like In His Parallel Universe. Was It Exactly The Same? Like EXACTLY? Or
Brad wondered what life was like in his parallel universe. Was it exactly the same? Like EXACTLY? Or was it like Australia where everyone was left handed and the alphabet started with the letter ‘z’?
One thing for sure, unwinding the design concept for these men’s winter 2022 Caribbean Resort Floral Swim Briefs would be a lot easier if came from the Spring or Summer Collection.
Who grows roses in the tropics anyway?!? UGH.
Brad pounded his hand on the mirror in frustration. Mirror Brad did the exact same thing. Growing roses in the tropics didn’t make sense to him either. For once, Brad felt validated without needing to exit a car park. That felt nice.
That’s when Chris yelled from the bedroom, “Maybe they meant Rose from The Golden Girls? She grew old in Miami.”
Later when Chris was in the shower, Brad would ask Mirror Brad if they might take up sign language. Obviously, privacy was becoming an issue.
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Brad felt slighted by Chis’s proclamation for up and down fashion. Maybe it was the only thread of shade on an otherwise perfectly sunny beach throwing him off.
Maybe.
Either way, Brad preferred classic vertical lines that laid themselves out on top of one another sideways like the black and white ones on his swimmers… Brad paused there. For whatever reason Brad wanted to screw Chris in the elevator of the beach parking garage. What floor were they on? Five? Six? It didn’t matter. There was always the emergency brake.
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Whatever “IT” was, Chris was that.
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Brad had it. The new model intern, Jose was officially not fine and couldn’t see by any light at any time of day. Something needed to be done.
Chris suggested Jose.
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Chris stopped himself there. It was still just him and the dental floss from the morning now between his other cheeks. Was it teal or aqua? Chris needed a color wheel. He’d text Brad and ask him to stop by either Michael’s or Homo Depot to pick one up.
