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» Canon Point: Season 3, Episode 13.
» Gender: Male
» Age: Mid 30's
» Orientation:

Michael is gay. He is taken from a show that has to do with the life of gay men and women in Pittsburgh. Although Michael may not be as flamboyant as Emmett or as sex-driven as his best friend Brian, he does like a good man to keep him company.

It wasn't until his teen years that Michael first ran into his sexuality. It took place in his room. He and his pal, Brian Kinney, were skimming through a magazine when they came across a picture of Patrick Swayze. It was then that the two found themselves with matching boners. Brian had started to grope Michael when the mother of the latter boy came in and ended something that had yet to start.

From then on, Michael has known he was gay and the first person he told was his Uncle Vic (who also was gay). His mother accepted the fact that he was gay and became involved in Pflag (a gay rights group for parents of gay children.) So, he never really had to hide the fact he was gay until he got to work at the Big Q. Not one of his co-workers knew of his sexuality until he told a girl who had a crush on him that he was gay.

While Brian has sex with every man on Liberty Avenue, Michael is more into long term relationships over some trick. His and Brian's lives have gone into two different directions, while Brian goes on as the "hottest fuck on Liberty Avenue", Michael decides to settle down in a long-term relationship. His life partner is a university professor named Ben Bruckner. Together he and Ben live in his two bedroom apartment with their adopted son, Hunter.

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» Personality:

Michael was not one to think things through. He always seemed to have followed Brian. Did what Brian did, followed where Brian went and thought what Brian thought. Having a long term relationship was not in his future. He seemed to just go through the motions of the life that he and Brian had lead since their late teens. College wasn’t ever his thing and the highest his career would go was the manager at the Big Q. Being content with the way things were he pushed out any thoughts of having a family and being with one person. Only straights did monogamy.

Not until he met David did Michael begin to feel that his life could mean more. He wanted the finer things it had to offer. For once he was happy with the way things were going but that didn’t last long. After David and him broke up, Michael had gotten back in touch with his friends then he realized his life really wasn’t going anywhere. He would fall back into the same habits, same job, and same misery. Being the fighter that he is, Michael decided to leave his apathy behind.

Being the big kid at heart that he is, Michael’s happiness didn’t reach it’s peak until he bought an old comic book store and revised it. In owning that store he had opened up a window in himself to let his true colors through. Even though from time to time he let his self doubt get a hold him, he still tried to over come them. His new found confidence is something that stuck with him and he wasn’t going to let it go.

It goes without saying that Michael likes things to go his way. On more then one occasion has Michael gotten loud about something he doesn’t find right by his standards. In most cases it’s to give someone a reality check and make them wake up from their fantasy world. There are the few times that he has gotten all worked up when there wasn’t any need to. When this happens he says things he doesn’t mean and feels the guilt soon after thinking it over. He would be the first one to admit he is wrong even if it’s hard for him at first.

Although testy at times, Michael is a very loving person. His caring ways don’t just extend to his family or friends but to strangers as well. It even has given way to him taking in a teen from a rough life on the streets. He has always been the one in his little group of friends who was the voice of reason. Not a time has Michael kept his mouth shut when he thinks his friends need a little advice, whether they ask for it or not. It’s all a part of his care, love and concern.


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» Appearance:

Michael by birth is Italian and stands about five feet, eight inches. His skin tone isn’t that rich olive tan that most Italian men have, it’s more of a pale color. As for his eye color there's nothing special about them. They won’t turn to a pleasant shade of green in the light or even a richer color of brown, they’re just plain every day. Michael tends to keep his hair short and goes from a simple look to another depending on where he is. While at Babylon he might spike it slightly or make it look like he just got of bed. For normal every day interaction Michael likes to brush it forward with a slight rise at the end.

His sense in clothing style is not a bright colored fuzzy sweater, like Emmett nor is it the slick style of Brian Kinney. No, Michael is more of T-shirt and jeans type of guy. Give him a pair of simple blue jeans with a long sleeve shirt and jean jacket and Michael is ready to go out on the town.

» Suitability: N/A over 18

SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:

[The device clicks on and there is a close up of a human eye. It's brown and out of focus. Not until the dark haired man pulls back does the camera focus on him.]

Uh... Is this thing on? I didn't find a manual so I'm not sure if this is working.

Never was a wiz with the computer stuff.... If this is on, could anyone tell me where I am or how I got here? and why do I have this thing around my neck? [Points to the colorful comic type collar.]

Pretty. Sure. This is a joke. Brian? Did you set this up? [He's looking a little nervous.] Ha Ha.. It's funny I get it. You had your laugh now get me out of here.

Hunter?.. Brian?... Anyone?

» "amatomneslogs" Entry:

Michael wrapped his arms around Ben’s waist and pulled the bigger man into him. Their lips met and their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. Ben’s bare chest rubbed against his as Michael’s hands groped Ben’s ass that hid in a pair of jeans. Sighs and small noises escaped Michael’s mouth every time Ben pulled away. The weight of Ben’s body and the softness of his skin sent Michael into uncontrollable shivers.

His room was dark. That was except for the small sliver of sun light that peeked through his blinds. The rays of sun danced on Ben’s back and arms. It wasn’t a problem until it perched itself on Michael’s face. The light blinded him and he squinted his eyes and raised a hand to shield them.

Michael awoke to the sound of his own mumbling. That should have been, “Close the fucking blinds,” but instead came out as, “Clome… eff eff bliiinds.” His hand was still raised to shield his face from the light. Michael’s eyes still squinted and his mind still longed for just a few more minutes of sleep. “Ben… why is it so bright in here?” he said in a whiny fashion as he pulled the white sheets over his head. White sheets? Michael pulled the sheets from his head and sat straight up.

Brown eyes skimmed the room that didn’t even remotely resemble his own. His heart began to race as he took in his surroundings. Where was he? The room was like one he had seen on the Discovery Channel or something out of a magazine. It had an old time Greek feel but with a some what modern twist. Gulping down any sense of danger Michael slowly scooted himself out of the bed.

It was then that he noticed his clothes were gone and his inner thighs were wet with cum. He hoped that it was his own as he reached to the foot of the bed where his clothes had been neatly folded. “Ben?!” he called, ignoring his underwear and pulling on his jeans. As Michael buttoned his pants he walked out of the bedroom and into what he assumed was the living room.

The sound of Michael’s bare feet slapping against the cold granite floor filled the room as he entered the kitchen. “Ben?” he said looking around himself to see if maybe his partner was indeed with him. Sighing, Michael started back to the bed room, where his shirt, socks and underwear still lay on the bed. Slowly he made his way to the bathroom and over to the sink. Turning on the water he splashed some of it on his face.

“This has to be a dream.” he said to himself. Looking into the mirror he saw his face dripping with water and he noticed a colorful collar that clung to his neck. “What the hell happened last night?” His voice was a pitch higher then normal as his hands grazed the collar. It wasn’t cold, the collar itself was body temperature, his face was set in a worried expression as he looked around again.

“Ben?” One more time wouldn’t hurt and it definitely didn’t help. There was still no reply from Ben and he was sure Hunter wasn’t around either. Michael’s mind raced to figure out what happened the night before. Images of him being treated like a dog and forced to perform sexual acts. But those were thoughts and not memories.

Glancing to the mirror again, Michael could see that his face was red. “Jesus fucking Christ, what did you get yourself into last night?” He said as his mind searched for the words to tell Ben about this. His eyes narrowed in on the collar, reading the common comic book phrases that covered it. 

BAM.

PUNCH.

POW.

"This is weird.." Michael said as his hands reached into his pockets and grabbed hold of his cell phone. "Got to call, Ben." But his cellphone was not in his pockets. "That little brat must have drugged me" he turned away from the mirror as he referred to Hunter.