Alan is 5'7" and can kiss me without stooping. Benny is 6'1" and can beat me in a fair wrestling match. Alan is 27; Benny is 21. He's the first lover I've had who's younger than I am.
Both of them work at the same company. It's an enormous one and they don't know each other. Alan is a lower-level contract employee, drives a Civic and lives in a studio apartment. Benny is a precocious (and rather overprivileged) fast-tracker; his apartment is huge and his car has leather seats.
They live within a mile of each other. They are both huge geeks. They both have mothers in high-status professions (Alan's mom is a published author) and disabled fathers. Alan is a snotty liberal atheist and Benny is a snotty liberal Jew. Alan smells of cigarettes and whiskey; Benny always smells slightly like semen.
Alan has a slightly bigger cock and unlike Jon he's uncircumcised. Benny lasts longer although both last plenty long enough. Alan is utterly vanilla; his answer to "what do you really want, what is your deepest fantasy?" is "um, sex." Benny is a huge fucking pervert. He's a switch, a fetishist, a porn collector, a freak for butts and feet and leather and rope. He's a dirty old man thirty years early, and I love it.
I didn't realize until I wrote this how much more suitable Benny is on paper. A tall rich kinky Jew? I should be angling for marriage, dammit, not telling him "you know I'm doing another dude, right?" But I like Alan more.
He hugs more.