I hadn’t seen Aidan all week. He was becoming so popular on the comedy circuit that he had three separate paid gigs on top of his usual work. Meanwhile, I was busy catching up with overdue coursework. On Saturday, we agreed to meet up and do something relaxing together, but I had just enough time for a quick swim first. I limited myself to thirty minutes. As I was climbing out of the pool, a couple of friends from the swi...

The next few days felt like they belonged to someone else’s life. After what happened between Jake and me in the dorm room, I expected things to change. But Jake didn’t acknowledge it at all. He acted like nothing had happened, as if we hadn’t crossed that line, like he hadn’t taken control of me in the most intimate way. It was surreal—he moved on as if nothing about our friendship had shifted. We fell back into our usua...

A few days after I introduced Aidan to Matt, I was still embarrassed about a little faux pas. Whenever I was naked with Matt in the changing room and nobody else was around, I would lean in and joke, ‘Nice penis,’ in a theatrical whisper. He would roll back his foreskin to reveal his small purple head and say, ‘Thanks, I grew it myself.’ Then I absentmindedly said it while we were drying off with Matt. The moment it was o...

The locker room was quiet for this time of the morning. Punky Pete had just left, and Daddy Porsche was still undressing just behind me. Both of us stripping for our post-workout cleanse. I had applied fun names to all of the people I saw here. My favorites besides Pete were Nicki Nice Ass, Larry the Laptop (worked while he tread-milled), and Fertile Fiona, a thirty-something piece of delectably pregnant MILF. The New guy...

A couple Fridays after school started, Bo and I headed to his house, ready for the long Labor Day weekend with his house to ourselves. His parents had gone to the beach again, and we were set to spend most of the three-day weekend naked and alone, not counting the few hours we both had to work Saturday and Sunday. When I pulled into the driveway, however, his brother Bobby’s car was there. Bo sighed loudly and rolled his...

For someone who hated gym class in school, I’d developed a surprising affinity for swimming during my first year at university. Entering my second year after the summer break, I stopped by the campus pool, eager to step back into the water. My return coincided with the end of a major overhaul of the locker rooms. I only had to follow the smell of fresh paint and traces of sawdust. As anticipated, it was much larger. Brand...

You never really know a guy until you know his kinks. I mean, really think about it. We are all sexual creatures, yet we go to such great lengths to cover ourselves. Imagine how our opinions of each other would shift if we all had our search history revealed. If there were no consequences for your actions, what would you do? This story takes place roughly a month after my first encounter with Miguel, that story is on my p...

So I worked in a gym for several years...I saw a lot of things... At the time, I had just begun to accept who and what I was. Saying 'I'm gay' wasn't something that quite rolled off the tongue yet. I had been the type of person who kept his head low and worked really hard. I got moved to the closing shift at my gym, and that's where the story kind of started. I was always very by the book. I followed all the rules. The on...

Abigail ”Abigail? Are you in here? Why did you have me come so early to practice today?” Megan said as she entered the women’s locker room. I stood behind one of the locker banks, feeling my heartbeat in my chest. Not from worry but from the pure excitement of what was to come. I had texted Megan to come to swim practice early for today and she had listened. I’d better pop out before she begins to wonder where I am. “Hey,...

I headed over to Bo’s house about 10 am on the first day of our summer vacation. He lived just a few blocks away. We’d spent every day of the last four summers in his pool. We both had just turned sixteen, Bo in April and me in February. So, this year I was driving my hand-me-down fifteen-year-old Jeep to his house instead of my bicycle. Bo and I met on the first day of sixth grade and found we had several classes togethe...

As I was driving away, Phil called. I picked it up in an excellent mood. "Hi, buddy. How are you doing?" "What the fuck did you just do with Mr. McCoy?" "Who?" "Come over now! Don't drive away." "Fuck! Damn! This is just great. Were we under camera?" I laughed in sheer amusement "Clear as a day, dude! What were you thinking? You would be fired on the spot if I weren't here!" "Well, that's not much of a problem now. Damn,...

In the bustle surrounding my return to college for sophomore year, I didn’t have much time to think about my introduction to gay sex during a weekend at the lake with my best friend. Not that it ever left my mind completely; sucking my first cock was not the sort of thing I could easily forget. Looking back on it now, years later, I still can’t get over how willingly I did it. Before that weekend, I’d considered myself to...