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Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

by RobertFoley


***This story was posted previously on my blog***

Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice.

When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from Burlington, Vermont. It was great to see them. Later, during dinner, my Mom asked me about Scott. I told her we didn’t really hang out that much in school but that he had been so eager to see me now. “I think most people in your class have left town”, my Mom said. “He’s probably thrilled to see you here.” “Yeah, I guess. And he has been through a lot, so it makes sense.” “Also, he is handsome as heck”, Mom then shared with the table. “Mom!”, Louise said, shocked. “Dad’s right there!” My father laughed. “She has eyes, she can look!”, he said. When we were clearing the table, Mom told me to invite Scott to the party the next day. “Your face looked so happy when you were with him. I would love to see your face that happy tomorrow.” I smiled. I sent Scott a text. He immediately replied and said he would love to come.

The next day consisted of celebrating my Mom’s birthday. Breakfast in bed, decorating the house, and preparing food and drinks for the party. In the afternoon, relatives started showing up. Uncle David and his wife Alicia, their son Douglas, and aunt Crystal and her husband Chad. Much like the last few times, they commented on how mature I looked and asked if I’d been working out. I had definitely seen the inside of a gym, but after seeing Scott, I felt like that scrawny little kid again. Some friends of my parents’ came, as well as some neighbors. And then he finally showed up.

Scott stood out like a sore thumb among the other party guests with his muscular body and his tight black button down shirt, which not only showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders. The two top buttons were left unbuttoned, leaving his delicious chest exposed. He oozed sex appeal. He didn’t seem too aware of it, which made him even sexier. Scott politely shook everybody’s hand, as my aunt Crystal bumped into me and whispered, “Is that your boyfriend?” I laughed. “No, he’s just an old friend I ran into. We went to high school together.” Louise came up to me and said, “Good taste, little brother”. Some of the neighbors recognized him from the shop where he worked.

Everybody seemed to like Scott. He stuck with me at the start, but when he went to get a drink, he got into a conversation with Robert and Chad. Their loud laughs echoed through the room. I couldn’t stop looking at him, but I felt like I had to be careful doing this with family around, and just sneakily glanced at him every once in a while.

There was a lavish buffet, most of which my Mom had insisted on preparing herself. When we ate, I sat next to Scott, and across from my Dad and my uncle David. Scott and David were getting to know each other, and like most people present, David wanted to know everything about Scott. Scott was telling him about his time in Afghanistan. I was talking with Dad. But when I heard my uncle David raise his voice I started listening to their conversation. “I don’t like those folks who try and take away my gun!” “All I’m saying is, I’ve been in a warzone, and I’d rather see only trained professionals own guns”, Scott answered calmly.

I think I fell in love with him instantly. This is exactly the argument I’ve been having with my uncle David for years. “I don’t think it’s right that you fought for this country and yet you want to take away my rights!”, David raised his voice even more. The entire room was now silent and listening to their discussion. “I… I don’t mean to upset you”, Scott stammered. The wrinkle was back. “Well, you are!” “But those rights, to me, are less valuable than all those lives that were taken because of gun violence.” Uncle David looked angry. “I-I’m sorry”, Scott stood up. “I’ll go. I’m sorry if I ruined your birthday”, he told my Mom, “and thanks for the lovely food.” “Scott, no…”, my Mom started. “No, it’s OK, I… I’m… it’s OK. Bye, Mel…” He mumbled as he left.

My Mom gestured for me to go after Scott. “How dare he come into this house…”, I heard David say. I got up and left the house as well. I closed the door behind me and saw Scott walking down the road.

“Scott!” He didn’t turn around. I started running. “Scott, wait!” He stopped walking and turned around. When he saw me, he put his hands out. I quickly got closer. “I’m sorry, man”, he said. “I love you for what you did back there”, I immediately said, still breathing heavy. He laughed. “I’ve been having this fight for years! And for him to hear it from the mouth of an airforce veteran… I just loved that!” He laughed again and put his arm around me as we walked side by side. “I thought I embarrassed myself completely in front of your family.” “If anything, he did”, I said. “That’s a relief.”

We walked along the cemetery on Hand Avenue. The road was empty, the sky grey. It was starting to get dark, but behind the large, leafy trees, I could still see the mountains. To feel Scott’s arm around me, made my heart pound. We passed Williams Street on our right. And then I saw the little playground and the soccer field, which was at the back of Elizabethtown-Lewis Central School. The school where Scott and I first met all those years ago. “Let’s not go back there”, I said, talking about the party. I walked away from him and jumped the fence to the soccer field. Scott laughed. “I didn’t take you for a rebel, Mr Sanford!” “Come on!” Scott ran toward the fence and jumped over in one swift move. “Wow, impressive!”, I said. I noticed the third button of his shirt had popped open during his jump. He seemed to not be aware of this, or just didn’t care. Again, he put his arm around me as we walked across the field.

“This is where Coach Higgins always slapped me on the ass during practice”, Scott said. I laughed. “Did he do that to everyone?” “I don’t think so. But already back then I had a big ass that was just asking for a slapping, I guess.” I laughed again. “It was OK, I kinda liked it.” I did not know how to respond to that and kept quiet. I looked at the school building right in front of me.

“Can I ask you something, Mel?” “Sure.” “Are you gay?” I stopped dead in my tracks immediately. I did not see that question coming. “I’m just asking, because your neighbor asked if I was your boyfriend.” “Yeah… Yeah I am.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I don’t know. I guess it didn’t come up. Or, maybe... I didn’t feel comfortable telling someone I know from a time when I really needed to be closeted.” He nodded. “I understand.”

We were silent for a few seconds and walked toward the soccer goal. Scott sat down by it. I could see down his shirt and his huge pecs were just gorgeous. “Is that why you moved to New York? Is it better to be gay there?” “It might be why I stayed”, I said as I sat down next to him. “Because yes, it is better in many ways.” “I have always wondered, you know…” “About New York?” “About being gay.” I was silent and looked at him. He wasn’t looking at me, but slowly turned his head. His wrinkle was large, his eyes beautiful. “I had sex with a guy”, he said. “Once. With an army buddy. We were drunk. And I was the one getting fucked. I remember liking it. I mean, it’s not that bad.” I smiled. That was a hot story. “It isn’t!”, I said, shrugging. “It’s actually really good.” He laughed.

He wanted to know more about my life in New York. I told him about my apartment and my friends. He seemed fascinated. “Would you mind if I came and visited?” “Not at all!”, I said, “I’d love it!” Only a few days ago I would never have imagined saying that to someone from high school. I realized I was starting to develop a crush. “I feel like my life has stalled since my divorce”, Scott said as he looked down and played with the grass. “I feel like I need a new start.” “Are you considering moving to New York?” He shrugged. “Maybe.” “I can help you with that if you want to.” “Really?” He looked at me and smiled. “Sure!” “You’re the best.” Scott startled me when he put a hand on my knee. We looked at each other and I knew I had reached full mast. There was some definite chemistry there. “You know you’re a really sexy guy”, he then said. “What?” “You are!” I was starting to feel slightly confused. “Right back atcha”, was the only thing I could come up with to say.

And then Scott turned away and looked ahead. “I could kill for a drink. Wanna go over to mine?”, he said as he stood up. “I… I’m going to need a moment before I can stand up”, I admitted. Scott laughed. “No, seriously.” “I turn you on, huh? Prove it!” He took my hand and pulled me up. My boner was standing diagonally against my hip. I was wearing boxerbriefs and there was a clear outline. “Wow, that’s sort of hot”, he said as he looked at my crotch. I blushed. “Walk it off”, he said, chuckling.

When we got back to the fence, Scott crouched down to tighten his shoelaces. I saw the band of a jockstrap creep up out of his trousers. We jumped back over the fence, walked in the direction of my parents’ house and took a left onto Williams Street. We passed the Church of the Good Shepherd, the white church that stood out even now as it was getting more and more dark. “Would you walk hand in hand with a boyfriend in New York?” “Yeah, sometimes”, I replied. I felt Scott take my hand. I looked around and there was no-one. I looked at Scott. He smiled and winked at me. I smiled back.

Williams Street took us back to Court Street, the busiest street in town. A car passed now and then. Scott let go of my hand. We took a right. Across the street was Town Hall. An older gentleman passed us on the sidewalk. We left the town center as Court Street went downhill. “Do you live far?” Scott shook his head. At the first intersection, we crossed the street and went left on Water Street. We crossed the bridge over the little river. “I live next to Bub’s Pizza & Deli”, he said as he pointed across the street. I knew the place. He took my hand again as we crossed the street and took the outside stairs up to his place. Watching his big ass go up the stairs in front of me, was just a short slice of heaven.

Scott let me into his apartment. It was slightly messy, in some ways a standard straight guy’s bachelor’s pad. “Do you want a drink?” “Sure!” I sat down on his leather couch. He came back with two glasses of whiskey. “So this is where I’ve lived since the divorce. Can you imagine why I feel like leaving?” I chuckled. “It’s not that bad!”, I said. “It just needs some work. It’s not big, but a New York apartment of this size is a fortune.” “I’ll bet”, he said.

I looked Scott over. Now that he was sitting next to me at exactly the right angle, the openings in between the buttons of the shirt were showing some skin. As hairy as his chest was, his stomach looked smooth. His jeans showed a nice bulge.

“What would you like to do if you were to move to New York? Like, what kind of job?” “I honestly don’t know. There are a few things I am interested in. Cars, sports… food.” “Food?” “Yeah, I love to cook. I’ve always wanted to have my own restaurant.” “Tough industry, but I know someone who works as a chef.” “Oh wow… that could be amazing!” “Well, you just determine what you want to do. I promise I’ll help.” “You’re the best, you know that?” I blushed.

Scott downed his whiskey and put it on the coffee table. He looked at me. “Can I kiss you?”, he asked me. I must have looked really confused. “Well, can I?”, he asked again. He was leaning toward me. I could smell his cologne. “Do you want to kiss me so I will help you?” He stopped getting closer to me. “No. I want to kiss you, because you’re sexy.” “OK.” I took the back of Scott’s neck and pulled him closer. We kissed passionately. He started breathing heavily immediately as he lifted my long-sleeve T-shirt and felt up my body underneath. I ripped open Scott’s shirt and heard the buttons bounce across the room. I took the shirt off him as he lifted mine. His chest was hairy, but his stomach was shaven completely. His abs were visible, but his body was more beefy than cut. We stood up, still kissing, and moved to his bedroom, now shirtless.

He got on his knees and took my jeans off, as well as my underwear. My large cock bounced up as he freed it. “Oh my gosh, Mel. You are massive!”, Scott exclaimed right before putting my dick in his mouth. He was the one moaning as he slobbered on my cock. It was clear he may not have sucked a dick very often, but his warm mouth did the job. At one point he stopped and looked up at me. “Do you want to fuck my ass?” I smiled. “Can I?” “Sure! People just seem to love it”, he said as he stood up and undid his jeans. He slid them down to reveal a blue jock. He turned around and got on the bed on all fours.

Scott’s butt was big, smooth, and round. “Your ass is beautiful”, I mumbled. I got on my knees by the bed and started eating him out. His ass was heaven. I buried my face deep as I heard Scott moaning. After a while I stopped. Scott looked back at me and said in a surprised tone, “Nobody has ever licked my ass before! That was amazing!”

Scott gave me a condom from his nightstand, which I slipped on my cock as he took off his jock. I slowly entered his hole. He seemed a little apprehensive, but soon he opened up. His ass was still tight and it felt amazing. His moans were long and deep. He put his head down on the duvet and his ass was up. His fleshy, beefy cheeks felt amazing as they slapped against my hips. “Your cock is so deep inside of me”, he suddenly said. “Is it OK?” “Yes, I love it. Don’t stop!”

I flipped Scott over and got him to hold his knees up. I entered him again and his eyes widened. “Oh my God. This feels so good.” I started fucking him faster and faster. I could tell he was loving it. His own cock was rock hard as it slapped against his stomach with my every thrust. We looked straight at each other. It was quite an intense fuck. Until suddenly he gasped and looked down on himself. “I’m… I’m cumming!” He sounded very surprised as squirt after squirt flew across his abs. “Ohhhhh….”, was all he could utter. I continued fucking him slowly as he came. His body shuddered in pleasure. “Hold me”, he said softly.

I bent forward, my cock still inside of him, and held him. “That was amazing. The best sex I’ve had. You’re a God, man.” I smiled. “You liked that, huh?” “I sure did.”

We laid in bed and cuddled for half an hour. We talked about all sorts of things. He told me that he had been fantasizing about me hypnotizing him again, and what I would make him do. He asked me about gay clubs in New York, coming out, and past boyfriends. At one point while I was talking, he stroked my chest and then my stomach. He felt my penis, which was still semi-hard. He stroked it lightly. I had lost my train of thought and stopped talking. We fucked a second time. Again, I made him cum quite unexpectedly, but this time I also finished and shot a great load all over Scott’s chest.

The next morning, I woke up holding Scott. He was still asleep in my arms. I smelled his hair. It had been a long time since I had had this feeling. We had fucked four times during the night. I felt his ass with my hand and stroked it lightly without waking him up. I realized my Mom must be worried sick, but I just couldn’t move yet. It was only 7:39 AM. I held Scott until he woke up.

He looked back at me and smiled. He kissed me. I felt butterflies. As Scott got up and made breakfast for me while still naked, and I watched, I quickly texted Mom that I had spent the night at Scott’s. I apologized for missing the rest of her birthday. She texted back, excitedly: ‘YAY! This is the best present you could have given me! You two are so cute together.’ I smiled. I decided not to text back yet. I watched Scott’s butt move around the kitchen as he made us coffees and scrambled eggs on toast. It was a view I could get used to.

I got back to my parents’ house late in the morning. My Mom said that she still had a great birthday after Scott and I had left and that her favorite part had been to see uncle David lose an argument about gun control. She told me to invite Scott back over for my last night in Elizabethtown, so she could apologize for her brother.

That night, Scott and I had dinner with my parents, my sister and her husband. It felt like the first of many. Scott touched my knee under the table repeatedly. That night we stayed at his place and fucked again. He was becoming a very eager bottom. The sex was incredibly hot and I knew Scott felt the same.

The next morning I woke up and Scott was no longer in bed. I found him on the sofa, naked, staring out the window. “Scott, are you OK?” “Oh Hey. Good morning”, he said. “Yeah, I’m doing OK. I couldn’t sleep.” He paused. “I was thinking… I always considered myself to be straight. But… I really really like you.” I smiled. “I like you too.”

I had never had that much trouble saying goodbye to Elizabethtown as I did that day.

To be continued...


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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 11

“Oh Lord, have you seen the new Coach?” “God, he’s got an ass to die for!” I sat quite far back in the risers while I watched a live soccer match for the first time. Matt had signed up as a coach for this girls’ team in Salinas. After considering moving to San Francisco so he could coach a gay rugby team, he in the end decided against it. Matt didn’t want to leave the kids he was teaching

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 12

It had been so nice to meet Matt’s brothers and his sisters-in-law. It was a great night. Lots of laughter and good food. It was a surprise how different the Burne brothers were from each other. Jim was a successful business man, more the formal Burne brother. Tom sported a bushy beard and a slightly rounder physique. He wore a shirt with a floral pattern and seemed quite laid-back.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 13

I woke up, lying on my stomach. My boner was pressing into the mattress. Matt wasn’t in the bed with me and shortly I was confused as to where I was. I remembered just as I heard Matt’s voice. “What do you mean by that?” “All I’m saying, Matty, is that I’m glad he’s not the queeny type, yeah?” “I don’t even know what that means, but…” “It means he’s a regular man, yeah?” “Well what

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 14

I woke up back in Brisbane on Friday morning. Matt and I had gotten back the day before. Shannan had been so excited to see us return and again made us way too much food for dinner. She was so happy to have an evening with just us, it was quite adorable. My eyes gradually opened and I recognised the room. The sliding door to the balcony was partially open, to let in some fresh air

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

Dave drove me and Matt around Brisbane, showing me their favorite places. “I contemplated taking you to the Koala Sanctuary Park”, Dave said during lunch at Matt’s favorite restaurant, Guilty Rogue. “Oh my God!”, I said immediately. The thought of petting a koala got me immediately excited. “That’s so typically Australian, we should do that while we’re here, right?”, I added. Matt

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

“Ssshhh… we have to be quiet for Mum”, Matt said, as he stumbled through the door. In the taxi ride from The GPO to his mother’s apartment, he had been an unbalanced, mumbling mess. I was quite drunk myself, but I felt like the sober and responsible one compared to my boyfriend. Matt tried to tip toe to the guest room, but bumped into a chair and fell over. “Oh no!”, he said, laughing.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

A honking car woke me up. A small ray of sunlight came into the room through the gap in the curtains. I felt a weight on my chest that I wasn’t used to. Slowly I turned my head to my left and saw that Matt’s head was resting on my chest and his left arm was wrapped around my waist. It had been a long time since I had last woken up with someone in my bed and it was a really good feeling. It

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 4

After a thorough shower, I walked into the room to see Matt slipping into khaki dress pants without underwear. “No jockstrap tonight?” “Nah, this one’s soaking wet and I can’t rush through my underwear like that on vacation! So I’m freeballing tonight.” I knew myself well enough that just the knowledge of Matt going commando during a formal dinner with my parents would drive me crazy with

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs. Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 6

After a quick shower and a change, Matt and I headed to Esteban and Rafaela’s house for the barbecue. As predicted, Dad was in charge of the meat, Mom was running around with salads and other nibbles, and Esteban was making sure everyone had drinks. Rafaela was sitting in the garden, sipping her wine. The garden furniture looked a bit old and rickety, but also had character. Esteban motioned

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 8

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 9

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 1

The scale read 245 lbs (111 kg). I stepped off and walked to the bathroom mirror. I flexed my biceps. I wasn’t looking too bad. I had just finished my workout in the gym of my apartment building and I had felt old surrounded by all of these young guys. I had turned 40 only a few months ago, but it was playing mind tricks on me. My hair was turning grey at the temples as well as in my facial

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

The next morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after

My Hottest Patients, Part 1: Alvaro

It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was

My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace

“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.

My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny

It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was

My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz

It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide

Neal, the Live Model

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to

Pete, the Assistant Coach

I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2

I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2

I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1

“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2

We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he

Tiago, my New Neighbor

“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1

I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

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