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The fierce Australian sun beats down upon us all, but I barely notice its heat. All I can see is beard. Despite the rush I always have onstage, I cannot wait for this gig to end…for only then will I be nestled safe in his arms, nuzzling the glorious golden nest he has grown for me. It shines like a maple tree in autumn, beckoning me. For once, I barely notice Ben as he pounds and thrusts away at his keyboard. His smooth cheeks and sparse hair can’t compare to the shining golden locks of my lover. ~ Winston
I can feel him drifting away from me, and I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything. Curse these smooth, hairless cheeks! He tries to act like nothing is wrong, but I can tell. I see the longing in his eyes every time a beard passes by…I see how he stares at Win when he thinks I’m not looking. There is a desperation in our bedplay that was never there before. The scratches on my back are a constant reminder of him, and how close I am to losing him. ~ Marcus
He has grown a mustache and neckbeard for me because he knows how very much I love facial hair on a man. The slight rasp and tickle adds a special something to our lovemaking. However, there is a tiny, guilty part of me that wonders what it would be like if he could grow a full manly beard. The slight tickle of his sparse mustache surely pales in comparison to the forest of facial hair with which Winston tempts me. At times, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to resist the siren call of Winnie’s glorious beard. ~ Ben
He thinks he’s been successful at hiding his feelings for Ben, but I know. I know, and it’s slowly killing me. I watch his trim hips thrust rhythmically as he plays his banjo, and I know that tonight I’ll be comforting him yet again…a poor substitute for the one he truly wants. Will he ever open his eyes and see what we could have together? What we could be? Or will he just slowly destroy what little is left of my heart? ~ Ted
I sometimes wonder if he realizes the effect his antics with Marcus have on me. I try desperately to keep my desires hidden, but how can he not know? Is he so enthralled by his burly lover that he can’t see how strongly I am drawn to him? I would wallow in despair of ever running my fingers through his glorious chest hair, except…at times there is a naughty twinkle in his brown eyes when he looks at me. Dare I hope I have a chance? ~ Winston
Sometimes, as he pounds away at his keyboard, I get so aroused and distracted that I forget lyrics. He’ll just look at me with his brilliant smile, and tease me by taking off whatever ridiculous shirt he’s wearing to reveal his snug white vest. If not for Win and Ted keeping us in line, we’d never even make it through soundcheck. ~ Marcus
This evening, as Marcus was coming in from laying the fence, I looked at him and my heart swelled with love and joy that we could be together. I glanced at Winnie and we shared a smile, and Ted came and rested his head on my shoulder as I finished preparing our meal.
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