That night, after filming for the day was done, Les drove home. He parked in his covered stall and walked toward his building. He looked around warily. No one seemed to be around checking him out with a camera.
Good, he thought. Maybe if this goes on for a few more weeks Russ and I can get together.
He let himself into the foyer and picked up his mail.
After showering, he lay on his bed, naked and hard. He picked up the phone and called Russ’s number.
Three rings later the voice of the man he missed with every fiber of his being, said, “Hi, Les. I love you.”
“Oh God, Russ, I miss you so much. I don’t know if this is all worth it,” Les said, slowly stroking his erect c**k.
“Of course it is,” Russ replied. “It won’t always be like this. We’ll find a way to be together.”
“I wish
