#thecastroopen

“Are you... sure... that this is the look?”, Fredrick shouted from his place in the bathroom. His friend had convinced him to join him to a leather club that evening, but it not being his usual scene, he was at the mercy of his friend’s suggestions. Stepping out of the bathroom, he hooked thumbs underneath the straps of the harness he had been instructed to try on, as if it was his often worn backpack. “I think I look goofy,” the board shoulder man admitted, smiling and trying to play it off, despite how nearly naked he was in just a pair of black boxer briefs. 

Javier sighed as he sipped at his coffee, dark circles under his eyes showing off his complete lack of sleep. He was heading to his flower shop, knowing he was opening up late, but not really caring too much. Arriving at his shop, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He flicked the lights on and shrugged off his jacket. It only took a few moments before Javier was working at full speed, though he was still taking breaks to sip down his coffee. Hearing the bell ring as someone entered, Javier walked out from the back and smiled. “Well hello. How can I help ya?” He leaned against the counter, tilting his head as the other. “Need a bouquet or something? Or looking for something more potted?”

He was getting a little courageous with his habits these days to be honest, padding down the park’s path; joint in hand as he puffs it gently and savored the light high he felt in the evening glow. The club was opening soon; which meant he could dance with some beautiful people soon, maybe fall into bed with one... or six. He didn’t care what or how it came to be tonight; he felt like it was going to be a good night, he felt infinite. Who knows, he might even find a friend for the night; they might not even fuck. That thought made Josh shiver, why be friends if there wasn’t going to be any benefits. The grimace on his face was there till he mentally reset it with another toke.

open to: anybody!

Beau froze when he saw him, at loss about what to do. He worked hard to avoid that kind of thing from happening, went to far off places, didn’t talk, did everything he could not to be seen or recognized. Yet here he was, face to face with a guy whose name he didn’t remember but whose cock he was pretty sure he did. “W-what are you doing here?” He asked, looking around to see if anyone in the coffee shop near the studio was looking. “I can’t talk right now.” Not true, but he would take any excuse to get away.

"I understand. I’ll see you next week.” The quicker he could hang up with his father, the quicker he’d be able let loose. “You worry too much about your image. You’re freakin’ rich. Yeah, I guess. Love you too.” A sigh of relief, he didn’t want to have to get lost in another argument. The guy already didn’t want Roman living on his own. “I’ll see you guys later, I’m gonna head home.” Saying goodbye to his friends for the night, a yawn accentuated his state. Stepping out of the nightclub, not looking where you’re going always ended wrong and this was no exception. He bumped into someone. Being as big as he was, he hoped the person wasn’t hurt too bad. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?”

"Come on now. It ain't even that late," Billy pleaded with the bartender, taking a seat at the counter. "Just a nightcap, yeah?" The bartender rolled his eyes as he poured him his usual and Billy made an effort not to down it all at once. He turned his stool around and scanned his surroundings. The hotel bar was mostly empty save for the night performers clearing out the stage and a few other lone customers finishing their drinks. His eyes finally landed on a man seating a few feet away from him. "Hey," he turned to the bartender again. "Pour that fella over there another one and tell him it's from me, will ya?" The actor watched eagerly as the bartender approached the man and refilled his glass, nodding towards Billy.

“I know, I know, class was amazing. I am an inspiration of physical perfection. Thank you,” Sam murmured absent mindedly. She usually wasn’t so cold, but after her 55 minute heart pounding body destroying 6am Aerobics class, all she wanted to do was chew a piece of THC bubblegum, blow bubbles, and get ready for her next class. Friday was just like that. Back to back classes before she broke for the weekend. But the skinny legend prevailed, popping a bubble as she stared at the sweaty, obviously not used to high impact cardio partipant.