There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationships and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.
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Darrin sat on the edge of the chair, concerned that the head of his department had asked to meet with him. It had been over a month since he and Mitch had returned from their trip to Houston. They'd had a wonderful time while they were there, and Darrin had managed to get a little of the relaxation he so desperately needed. Since coming back, he had been focused on teaching his classes and his research. He was not aware of problems with either, but when the departmental secretary had contacted him to set up a meeting with the head of the department, it began to gnaw at him. He wasn't certain what had happened, but he felt like a little a kid being sent to the principal's office.
Darrin had flipped through one of the magazines in the seating area, reading the same paragraph four times as his case of nerves worsened. Finally the door opened, and Dr. Miller the department chairman, motioned Darrin into his office. Darrin perched on the edge of one of the conference table seats while the chairman retrieved a folder from his desk. Dropping the folder on the table he sat opposite Darrin, a small, insincere smile plastered across his face.
"Well, I'm sure you're wondering why we're meeting. It seems we have a little problem, and you were implicated in it."
"Oh? What's the problem," said Darrin, trying not to fidget.
"Well, it seems you gave one of your colleagues a stack of DVD's and there was homosexual pornography on a few of them. Now I've looked them over, and while I found the subject matter objectionable, I did not see anything illegal. So consider this a friendly warning. We want to maintain the university's image, especially where your area is concerned. I'm sure you understand."
Darrin tried to reconcile what he was being told, and the underlying comment as well. Considering his choices carefully, he began.
"First, I have to tell you, I would never have pornography on campus. I can't imagine where these are from, but I can assure you, they aren't mine. Second, I'm not sure I understand about 'my area'. I don't see the connection between my research and these allegations."
"No, Darrin. Not your research. But you are representing you people."
Darrin looked at him as he replayed what the chairman had just said, the pieces of the puzzle came together as he considered the comment. "No, sir. I am not the representative for all gay people on campus. The LGBTQ community is a mix of vastly differing personalities. It would be a tragic fallacy if someone considered me the spokesperson. Everyone's views are unique, just like any other group of people."
"Oh, of course, of course. I wouldn't presume to think otherwise. But these images and videos are... explicit. We wouldn't want the upper administration, or the campus newspaper, to discover that you had pornography in your office."
As Darrin listened to the less than subtle accusation, his temper flared. He struggled with the implications, thinking through the department head's comments, his anger becoming more inflamed with each passing second.
"Dr. Miller, I'd like to request you call campus police and have them search my office and university computer for porn. I've already said I do not have anything of that nature in my office, but you seem convinced otherwise, so I'd like to put it to rest. I'll wait here in your office until they are finished."
"Oh. No, umm, no, no. I don't think we want to do that. It would involve the Dean, and we don't want to do that. I do believe you, Darrin, but since you're the only person who is homosexual in the department, one must assume..."
"I'm the only gay faculty who is open about it, but that doesn't mean I'm the only one," said Darrin, a mask of neutrality plastered across his face.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure that's true. It must be a prank. Perhaps one of the students from that group you're the advisor for thought it would be funny. I'm sure there is another explanation," said Dr. Miller as he backpedaled as quickly as possible. That admission marked the end of their meeting as Miller fled the meeting, using the excuse of having a meeting across campus.
Darrin left the departmental office in a fury, stalking down the hallway for a confrontation with the person he knew had created this situation. He stopped at Boorman's open doorway and hammered on the doorframe with his fist. Boorman jumped, the color draining from his face when he saw who was at the door.
Without a prelude Darrin tore into him. "Did you think it was going to be fucking funny? Or were you stupid enough to think some porn would get me fired. I'm sure the rumor will spread through this department like a wildfire, but so help me god I will get even with you, you little asshole." Darrin said with a snarl.
Kevin stammered several times before managing to talk. "What're you talking about? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You fucking asshole. I gave you a stack of blank DVD's over a month ago when you whined you didn't have any. There was nothing on them either. What did you do, copy some of your own porn onto them and then give them to Miller?"
Boorman's eyes shifted, unwilling to meet Darrin's eyes. His face deepened in color until his face was cherry red. He started to shake his head, but Darrin leaned across the desk and into his face.
"Watch your ass, Boorman, watch your ass!"
Turning, Darrin's angry steps echoed down the hallway. Walking into his office, he slammed the door, the glass shuddering with the ferocity. Dropping himself into his chair, he sat trying to regain his composure, wondering why he had ever thought academia was a good career choice.
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Trent slowly drifted awake, the house lit by the morning sunrise. He enjoyed the slow pace that marked their typical Sunday morning. He found it humorous that even though none of the other three were particularly religious, they all seemed to take Sunday morning off. He could feel Josh just inches away, but it was already too hot to sleep curled around each other, even in mid-May. He loved the attention Josh showered on him. Josh treated Trent with loving consideration; the depth of his compassion far outstripped his chronological age of twenty. Their arguments had become almost non-existent, although they still cornered off from time to time. The length of time they were angry with each other had shortened though, and make-up sex was pretty amazing.
Trent eased out of bed to relieve his full bladder, and immediately heard Max scramble from his bed. He braced himself, knowing what was coming, and soon enough he felt a wet nose shoved just below his nuts. In spite of himself, he jumped slightly, and then chuckled at the dog. He squatted down, rubbing Max's favorite spots. After spending a few minutes with Max, he walked into the bathroom and succeeded in draining his bladder, but only after closing Max out of the room. When he opened the door, he found an unhappy red and white dog greeting him with 'the look'. Trent chuckled, knowing Max wanted fed, as well as all the attention he could beg from Trent. With a yawn and a healthy scratch of his nuts, Trent moved into the kitchen and measured out Max's morning food.
