Beefcake Love Letters Written
Love Letters Written between two gay men (Leo & Theo) as one writes short letter reminiscing over their meeting white love began to take hold over them
Dear Leo,
As the neon lights flicker to life in the bustling streets of San Francisco, a warm glow encircles us, revealing the world in shades of electric blue and vibrant pinks. Amidst the chaos of the city, I find solace in the softness of your hands, brushing against my cheek.
Tonight, we stand at the edge of the Castro, where voices rise above the hum of classic rock echoing from the bars. I can feel the pulse of the crowd, a symphony of laughter mixed with quiet sighs, all breathing life into a history we’re just beginning to shape. It feels as if the city itself is anticipating something monumental, and yet, here, under the flickering neon, the world narrows to just us.
Beefcake Kisses
As we steal glances, I remember the warmth of your hand on the small of my back just moments ago, guiding me through a sea of faces. In those stolen moments, our gazes entwined, I felt something deeper than just attraction. It was as if I could taste the promise of freedom that existed within our whispers.
When I leaned in close, I was terrified — terrified of the judgment that raged outside our oasis. But you smiled, that crooked little grin, and pulled me closer, as though to say, “It’s safe here.”
In that electric moment, time paused. Our lips met softly, pulsing with the energy of the world around us, sparking a light that transcended everything.
We are a part of this city’s heartbeat, my love — alive, electric, and utterly defiant.
Yours, Theo
P.S. Remember all the beefcake kisses that we shared together and all the kisses that we will share together soon.
