“Oh god yes!” I moaned into Bliss’s ear. “Ooohh that feels so good.”

“Mmmm I love the way you move your ass. Ohh fuck, yeah, grind it like that, yeah, like that, yeah yeah yeah mmmmmmmmm yeah, I love when you’re on top.” He whispered back.

“Unnnhhh yeah, that makes two of us.” We both giggled a little at this.

It was a snowy Thursday in Denver and all classes had been canceled due to “blizzard conditions”. Luckily I had been at Bliss’s cabin the night before and so we had gotten snowed in together. We were both somewhat giddy. It was like we were still in grade school and we had somehow outwitted the system and had stolen a day off. The weather was horrible but we were happy to simply stay in and keep each other warm. We had fooled around all morning, taking coffee and toast in bed while we watched bad sitcom reruns on cable. At around noon we took a bath together. The master bedroom had a whirlpool tub and we could both fit comfortably inside. The jets were on and we were sharing a bottle of wine. I had mentioned to Bliss while watching a happy couple on TV sip from a bottle of wine and enjoy a hot tub together that there is a rumor that the two don’t actually mix, wine and hot tubs that is. Supposedly there is a high incidence of drowning associated with the two. He seemed to get a big kick out of this and told me that his parents had been giving him wine since he was ten, and that through all the years that he was sharpening his palate he’d never once heard of such a thing. To this I scoffed and an unspoken mutual dare seemed to take shape between us in which each of us wanted to prove the other wrong. Later I realized just how much faith I had in Bliss. Would I seriously have taken the risk of drowning if I’d really thought such a thing were true? Strangely, just Bliss’s insistence that it was foolishness had already convinced me and so I played the part just to get him naked and into the tub. So there we were drinking wine in the hot tub on a snowy Thursday in Denver with a candle lit and Diana Krall mellowing in the background.

“Let me wash that for you tiger.” I joked while tugging at Bliss’s flaccid manhood beneath the water. As much as I loved Bliss and as much as I loved his towering erection in the heat of lovemaking, I found him all the more endearing like this. He was just lying there limp, like a just used bath towel, still fragrant from the scent of soap and shampoo. It was my pleasure to bury my face into the dampness of the thing and inhale softly its essence.

Bliss and I were quite in love. It had snuck up on us in fact and now we were in the throes of a passionate and dedicated relationship that neither of us wanted to end. We were caught in a situation however that neither of us was necessarily ready to face. We were a gay couple in America. It was sort of funny really. We never thought of it that way. We never had heated discussions about what it means to be gay in twenty-first century society, or how the reigning political entities either treat or mistreat the gay "faction". In