N.A.S.M.

Albert broke away from Brad's mouth. "I need wisdom too," he said, and took the remaining spurts down his throat before cleaning Brad's body with his tongue.

They finally separated and lay on their backs, panting, totally drained. At last Brad reached out and laid a hand on Albert's chest.

"Sometimes knowing I'm going to see you is the only thing that keeps me going during the year."

Albert gave him an exhausted smile. "Same here, buddy. When are we going to run away together?"

"Just say the word." They both knew it would never happen. They had too much at stake, their families, their careers, their lives. But it was fun to fantasize.

"You know," Albert said, "We ought to drink to Stanley's memory."

A moment's silence, then Brad said, "I think we already did."

"What do you mean? Aw, you..." Albert laughed as comprehension dawned. "You're right. Semen, straight up. The elixir of life." He squeezed Brad's flaccid cock. "I want another shot in the morning."

"You got it."

Their mortality for the moment vanquished, the two men turned out the lights and got under the covers. Albert took Brad in his arms, and soon they were asleep.