Dear Mr Truth

by Osidiano

Written for the pwkm: "Klavier takes up a new career; he starts writing for a sex advice column in a newspaper." Archived here are only the parts that I wrote, as I didn't want to take credit for the letters/sections other anons did in the round robin. It accidentally became a Klapollo case fic.

1. Chapter 1

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Dear Mr. Truth,

I'm a mature, twenty-two year old man with a respectable job and an almost overpowering crush on another man that I work with. He has no clue that I like him, or even that I'm gay. I'm pretty sure that he is straight, and may have a girlfriend (or two). Anyway, it's starting to get to the point that whenever we have to work together, all I can think about is having him wrap his wallet chain around my neck as he brutally fucks me over his motorcycle, on the witness stand, or behind the courthouse. It's kind of distracting, to say the least, and fantasizing about it just isn't helping anymore. Please help me! – Attorney in Need

Klavier gaped at the latest email he had received begging for relationship advice. He had recently signed up with local gay-friendly periodical – The Truth about Love – to write a column while the regular "Mr. Love" was out on a month long Sabbatical. Hence, he had suddenly become "Mr. Truth" and had to read over a whole slew of embarrassing and intimate letters from the periodical's dedicated readers. He blinked a few times and read over the email again. Honestly, he had no idea how to respond. . .without asking if it was specific to that particular man or just a general desire to be pressed over a motorcycle behind the courthouse and roughly taken from behind. Klavier tapped his finger on his desk next to the keyboard for a moment before finally opening up another email. Maybe this one would be easier to reply to. . .?