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Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

by RobertFoley


***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 from seeing all my relatives at the same time, which was bound to be chaos, it was very likely I would run into people from a past life I would rather not remember.

Going to school in Elizabethtown wasn’t the happiest of times for me. A scrawny, but smart kid with glasses bigger than my face, I wasn’t very popular. Once I graduated, I was happy to go to college at NYU. I came out and felt much more like I belonged. I became a hypnotherapist and already had my own practice at the age of 28. My parents would often visit me down in the city, but a few times a year I would make the drive up North. The good part about visiting my folks was that my Mom always spoiled me, making my stay more than pleasurable.

I was on the I-87, and it had been a good three hours. I had definitely left the buzz of the city. On both sides of the road were rolling hills. I had left late in the morning to avoid rush hour. I had had one stop for some lunch, but I hoped to do the rest of the drive in one go. I passed Harriman and had to get a ticket at the toll booth. Albany was still about 100 miles away and I was going way past Albany. I looked for a good radio station in this rental car.

I continued driving, thinking about the relatives I was likely to encounter this weekend. My Long Island friends would be shocked to hear this, but on my Mom’s side there were some uncles who, let’s say, really loved the Second Amendment. I just knew to stick to certain topics with them, but that wasn’t always my call to make. Avoiding arguments and probably even discussions on certain topics would be the way to go.

I vaguely remember passing Kingston as I drove on autopilot. Glenmont reminded me that Albany wasn’t far. In Albany I took exit 24, going Northeast in the direction of Montreal. Not much longer now. I must have been driving for around 4 hours. I was ready for it to be over. I had to wait in line to pay at the toll booth, but soon I got to choose the direction of Montreal again, leaving Albany behind me.

After Saratoga it soon became clear I was driving up into the mountains. The road got narrower and less busy. There were pine trees all around. It did make me feel like home, even though my home hadn’t been here for nearly ten years. There were a few clouds in an otherwise perfectly blue sky. Around 66 degrees (19 Celsius), it was a beautiful spring day. I was ready to get out of this car. My foot was starting to hurt. The further I drove, the more beautiful the views became, but I was getting annoyed and didn’t really see it.

And there it finally was. Exit 30 to Keene Valley. I exhaled deeply. I exited the 87 and turned left onto the 9. I took a right to avoid going to Lake Placid. It finally said Elizabethtown on the sign. I smiled. 10 miles. It was 3:00 PM exactly. I could kill for a soda. I remembered there was a gas station on Park Street where I could get myself a drink and fill up the car for the drive back. I was hoping they would sell flowers, so I could buy some for my Mom. She wasn’t expecting me to arrive today, which was Thursday. My Dad had told her I couldn’t get the time off work, so she thought I was arriving late Friday night. So to arrive with a bouquet of flowers would be extra amazing.

The road went downhill and there was green of the pine trees all around. I passed the few houses of the neighboring town New Russia. With the brook rippling to my right, the city now felt so far away. I had seen maybe one other car for the last few minutes. It was easy to tell that both the state of Vermont and the border with Canada weren’t far.

I saw the little church on my right and knew that the 9 had just changed into Court Street. I was here! Very little had changed when I had last visited for the holidays. Court Street was Elizabethtown’s main road. Right before town hall, the nicest building in the entire town, I took a left onto Park Street and stopped at the Stewart’s Shop on the left side of the road. I got out and smelled the fresh air, which was definitely different than back in NYC. It was amazing to be able stretch my legs as I filled up the car with gas.

I walked inside the shop to buy myself a drink and possibly some flowers. I saw the refrigerated area first and wandered towards it. As I stood in front of all the soda options, I quickly looked around the shop. It didn’t seem like they were selling flowers. The shop was pretty much empty. An older, dough-y looking man was at the cash register, paying a young, hunky employee. The uniform, which was a red polo, fit quite snugly around his arms and shoulders. I quickly picked up a bottle of soda.

I walked over to the register just as the old man was leaving. I put the bottle on the counter and took my wallet out of my jacket. “Mel?” The guy behind the counter said my name. I looked up at him. A brown buzzcut, a wide, beefy body and a slight wrinkle in the forehead. He looked maybe a few years older than me. It was the smile that I had a vague recollection of. It was someone from a long time ago. Then it clicked. “Scott?” “What are you doing here? I thought you were a big shot in the Big Apple?” I laughed. He called NYC the Big Apple. Wow.

Scott was the big football jock in my grade at high school, meaning we were the same age. There was something in his eyes that made him look mature. In high school he was a stereotype in some ways, as he dated a cheerleader throughout all of senior year. The good part about him was that he wasn’t a bully and once even addressed his teammates and told them to stop when he saw them bullying me. I have to say that he grew up very nicely. He was handsome, built, and polite. His biceps bulged as he grabbed the bottle off the counter and scanned it.

“I’m visiting my parents for my Mom’s 50th”, I said. “I just drove up here.” “Oh, cool! How long are you here for?” “I drive back on Monday.” “It’s $1.35. We should definitely catch up while you’re here. I missed the ten year- reunion.” “I did, too”, I said, looking down. I was blushing. I wasn’t sure why Scott was keen on spending time with me, probably not for the reasons I would want him to. I never came out in high school and I was assuming he didn’t know I was gay. Otherwise he probably wouldn’t be this eager.

The front door opened and a little bell sound interrupted our conversation. I paid him the money and put the change in the tip jar. I looked at the little wrinkle in his forehead as he smiled. “Thanks.” “Hey, do you know where I can pick up some flowers? To surprise my Mom.” “You can always try Tracey. She’s on Court, other side of town hall.” “Oh great, thanks.”

“Sir? Can you help me?” A fragile looking older woman stood behind me and needed assistance of some sort. Scott immediately came from behind the counter and walked toward her. “So, I’ll see you around”, I said and headed out. “Yeah. It was nice seeing you, Mel.” He looked at me and I was dead in my tracks. The sudden chemistry caught me off guard. “Bye”, I whispered as I opened the door. I walked to my car and had to sit in it for a while to recover before I could drive off. I drank some of the soda. I couldn’t really remember if I had heard anything about what had become of Scott Harvey. I thought he had a scholarship to play college football. But that’s about it.

I drove to the other side of town hall. Immediately after town hall I saw a café called T. Spooner’s. And in the same little building there was a second door that just said FLOWERS. That had to be it. I parked and walked in. Tracey made a beautiful bouquet for my Mom. While I waited, I texted my Dad to ask if she was home. ‘Affirmative’ was his reply. I smiled. I realized I didn’t have Scott’s phone number. Maybe it was for the best as not to develop a crush.

I drove around the block and there was my parents’ house on Hand Avenue. I got out and walked in with the flowers and my Mom was really surprised. She even got tears in her eyes. “Isn’t that lovely of him, Donnie?”, she asked my Dad as she smelled the flowers. My Dad chuckled. “You knew?!” We all laughed.

That night, we stayed in and caught up. Mom had made way too much food, but it was all good. I slept in my childhood room. Especially the single bed took me some getting used to, as was usual for me whenever I stayed over at my parents’. Soon enough though, I fell asleep, tired from the journey.

The next day was Friday. After a lavish breakfast my mother made for me, she asked me to join her to the supermarket to get supplies for the party the next day. This was sort of a Sanford tradition, specifically for me and my Mom. When I was little, I loved to get the shopping list and run through the store to get everything into the cart as quickly as I could. For me it was a game, for my Mom it was just incredibly convenient. Nowadays, when I visited for the holidays, the supermarket was just a way for me to leave the house and have something to do. So I gladly joined her.

We parked at TOPS supermarket. We went in, and as usual, my Mom had prepared a list. “How many people are coming to this party?!”, I said, amazed at how many items were on the list. “You know me”, she chuckled, “better too much food than not enough!”

We were almost done when my Mom needed to go back to the cereal aisle. “Your father finished his cereal box this morning”, she clarified. I saw him immediately as we turned the corner. A grey zip-up hoodie, unzipped. White wifebeater underneath. Slight tufts of chest hair poked out. Blue basketball shorts. White sneakers. His short hair slightly flat, his forehead shiny. He clearly had just worked out or exercised. He was checking out the back of a cereal box. I saw him from the side. His beefy butt stood out from his body as he leaned to one side and mainly rested on his right leg. In his other hand he held a basket with only a few groceries. The supermarket basket came across to me as a sign of singledom.

I didn’t say anything to Mom about recognizing Scott. I was scared to speak at all. Mom obliviously walked toward him. Scott put the cereal box in his basket and looked up, directly at me. “Hey Mel! You again?” I chuckled nervously. “Hi Scott, good to see you. It really is a small town isn’t it?” I got even more nervous when he put one arm around me and gave me a short pat on the back. It was an almost-hug. I was already starting to get erect. He smelled of dried up sweat, the manliest of smells. “You must be Mrs Sanford”, he said, turning to my Mom. “Call me Kayla”, she answered, smiling and shaking his hand. She flipped her hair from one side to another. Her body language gave away she thought he was attractive. “Scott Harvey. I went to high school with your son. You don’t look a day over 40”, Scott complimented her. We all laughed. “I ran into Scott yesterday and told him why I’m visiting”, I explained to my Mom. “Don’t you work at the Stewart’s Shops?”, she directly asked him, “I’m sure I’ve seen you there.” “Yes, I do! That’s where we ran into each other!”, Scott said, pointing at me. “Oh, so you were working? You haven’t had a chance to catch up!” I felt like I knew where this was going. My Mom was being my wingwoman.

“Mom, are you sure?” “Yeah, I’ll be fine! I just need a cereal box from behind you there, Scott”, she said. Scott turned around and bent over to get a box from the shelf behind him. I could have sworn I saw the outline of a jockstrap across the side of his cheek through his shorts. I could feel my face turn red as my cock reached full erection. Scott handed the box to my Mom. “Thanks”, she said to Scott, then she turned to me and winked. I was impressed with how good a wingwoman she really was.

My Mom went to the check-out by herself, leaving me and Scott by ourselves. “I just need a few more things”, he said. “Sure!” “Wanna have lunch at the Deer’s Head?” “I’ve never been!”, I said. He smiled at me as we both were silent for just a second. “You’ll love it.”

Temperatures had gone down to 63 (17 Celsius) and the sky was cloudy throughout the day. We sat down at a table inside. The place was pretty much empty. I guess it was just a regular workday for most people. The Deer’s Head was quite fancy for Elizabethtown standards. The food was really nice, the waiting staff was so friendly. It was great to have Scott sit across from me, his wide chest half- covered by the tanktop, the light chest hair staring at me, his nipples pointing through. He was also incredibly charming. His smile so disarming, the little wrinkle in his forehead distracting.

Scott talked to me about what had happened in his life in the last few years. He had gone to SUNY and pursued a football career, but broke his foot in the first year. He had dropped out. He had married Sheila Harris, the cheerleader he dated in high school, when they were 20 years old. He had done two tours as an airforce pilot. When he got back the second time, she admitted she had had an abortion, because she had had second thoughts about their marriage. Scott and Sheila divorced at age 26. So now he was just living by himself in Elizabethtown, still recovering from PTSD and working in Stewart’s Shops part-time.

“Wow, that’s quite the story”, I said. I felt honored he was willing to tell me so much about his past, as it showed quite a vulnerable side to him. His story also explained why he looked so mature. He must have seen some things and he had gone through a lot. “First of all, thank you for your service”, I said. “I actually work with people who have PTSD quite often.” “Oh, really? What is it that you do?” “I’m a hypnotherapist.” Scott raised an eyebrow. “Is that really a thing? I thought that was all a big pile of bull.” “I’ve actually helped people overcome trauma, improve their insomnia, got them to stop smoking, or lose weight…” “Really?” I smiled and nodded. It actually wasn’t so uncommon for people to question my profession. “Could you hypnotize me right now?” I smiled. This was also quite a common question. I sighed and looked around the room. Usually this question was asked in a crowded New York bar. Here it was quiet and it was just me and Scott at the table. “OK”, I said. Scott smiled, sat back and crossed his arms, seemingly confident I wouldn’t be able to hypnotize him.

I had to make him uncross his arms, to help his body relax. I decided to let him put out a hand in front of him, with his index finger pointing up. I told him to focus on his index finger. He obeyed and was already blinking a lot, trying to focus as hard as he could. As an armed forces guy, he was clearly very good at taking instructions. “Let your body relax and let your worries and thoughts disappear. Relax your shoulders, your back, and your chest. Take deep breaths in…. and out. In…. and out. Relax your abdomen, your legs, and your feet. You’ll find that the more you focus on your finger, the harder it is to keep your eyes open.” I could tell Scott’s eyelids were starting to get heavy. I took his finger in my hand. “Now imagine that there is a little magnet in this finger. And it’s connected to another little magnet, right here on your forehead.” I tapped him on the forehead slightly. The finger was already moving away from me, toward his face. He was an excellent subject. “You’re feeling the finger coming closer to your face. The more you’ll try to resist the magnetic force, the stronger it becomes. And you’ll know the second that finger touches your face, you’re going to fall in a deep, relaxing sleep. A sleep where there are no thoughts or worries. You’re feeling your face relax more and more, your eyes getting heavier and heavier.” I noticed Scott’s mouth dropped open and his eyes started to slightly roll up. He was fighting it, but it was too late. Unconsciously, he was a very willing subject.

Eventually, the finger touched his face and his entire body went limp. His body fell back into the chair. His face hung to the side, his mouth wide open, his eyelids fluttering. His large chest showed his slow breathing. I smiled. I looked around the diner. No-one was around, but I knew I shouldn’t wait too long to wake him up. “You’re going deeper and deeper with each word I say, feeling so incredibly good. It feels good to sleep. The deeper you go, the better you feel. The better you feel, the deeper you go. Soon, I will wake you up from this sleep. But you will be ready to go back whenever I snap my fingers and say ‘sleep’. Whenever I snap my fingers and say ‘sleep’, you will go right back down into this wonderful sleep, just like you are right now. Every time I do so, you will go deeper than the time before. Now I am going to wake you, counting up from 5, your mind is no longer empty. 4, you are becoming aware of your surroundings. 3, you are getting back control over your body. 2, coming up further. 1, almost there. And you’re awake!”

Scott had slowly gotten back to consciousness and had his head pointing back up, though his body was still slack in the chair. He had a big smile on his face. “It didn’t work, did it?” I now also smiled. Scott had been such a good subject, he had gone so deep he didn’t remember being hypnotized. “Like, I feel relaxed, but nothing actually happened”, he said matter-of-factly as he sat back up in his chair. “I think you just don’t remember being hypnotized.” Scott laughed. “Prove it!”, he said. I snapped my fingers. “Sleep!” Scott’s large body fell right back in the chair. His arms fell to his side. His zip-up hoodie was sliding off his right shoulder. His head fell backwards, dangling over the back of the chair.

I had an idea. I looked around, saw we were still alone in the diner, and got up. I walked around the table to where Scott was. I saw that his eyelids were halfway down, just showing the whites of his eyes. His mouth hung open wide as his head dangled down. I slid the hoodie off of his right arm, revealing a bicep tattoo. I then rolled down the sleeve of the other arm as well and I was able to slide the item of clothing from behind him. I put the hoodie on myself and zipped it up. I went back to my seat.

I looked at Scott, hanging in his seat in just his white tanktop, which showed off his amazing body. His muscular arms, his pumped up pecs, and broad shoulders. His nipples pointed through the fabric. He had large tattoos on both of his biceps, making the wholesome guy in the red polo from before look a little more rugged. “Scott, I’m going to count you back up from 5, drifting towards wakefulness. 4…. 3, becoming aware of your surroundings. 2…. 1, almost there. Wake up!” Scott sat up straight. His first instinct was to nurse his neck. Then he looked at me and immediately his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re wearing my…”, he said before looking down at himself, only wearing the white tanktop. “Wow, now that’s impressive. I don’t even remember you doing that!” I smiled. “It happens when subjects go deep”, I said. “You’re going to have to do that to me again, I can hardly believe it!”

To be continued…


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

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Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 5

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Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 6

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Cameron, my Mom’s New Boyfriend, Part 2

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Cayden, my Cop Gym Buddy, Part 3

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Cayden, my Cop Gym Buddy, Part 4

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Dustin, the Boy Next Door, Part 1

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Dustin, the Boy Next Door, Part 2

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Dylan, the Sexy Suspect, Part 2

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Dylan, the Sexy Suspect, Part 3

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Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 1

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Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 2

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Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 3

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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 1

I sighed as I waited for the red light to turn green. It was Friday. One more day and it’d be the weekend again. Last weekend I had been doing an intense course on NLP and hypnosis so it had been a while since I had been able to be at home and chill out. This made me look forward to the weekend even more than usual. But now I was on the exact same route that I was on five days a week, to my

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 2

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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 3

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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 4

I heard a vague beeping sound. I could feel myself slowly waking up. At first I didn’t know where I was. I felt someone’s arm across my chest, pulling me close. I looked around and recognized the New York City hotel room. Jason had spent the night on top of the covers, lying on his stomach. He was fast asleep. He was still wearing his sexy briefs. The beeping was the alarm on my phone. I set

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 5

The next morning at breakfast, Jason and I immediately had to act like we only shared an office and never a bed. Several attendees of the conference were having breakfast at the same time as we waved them good morning. I was in the morning-after glow when I suddenly noticed the difference between what Jason was having and what I was having. “Can I ask you something?”, I said softly, to make

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 1

As I was finishing packing up my things, I regretted my earlier decision. My friends Jerry and Rosa had gotten married and were travelling to Europe for four weeks for their honeymoon. They had asked me if I could housesit, mainly for their cat, Bubba. And at the time, I thought of it as an easy favor to do my friends. They had a nice place, further out in the city. They lived in an area of

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 2

I was getting used to living in Jerry and Rosa’s home. When I woke up, I rolled out of bed and went for a run in the park that was right next door. I would then shower, make myself a coffee and sit down to work. And work would go really fast. If I got tired, which was usually around 5, I sat back on the sofa and read the hypnosis book to learn more. Within the hour, Jon would park his car across

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 3

As I ran onto East Pratt Street, on my way to Joseph E Lee Park, I had to think what my friends had said last night. I had gone dancing with this couple I had known for quite some time. Gary I had known since college and I remember when he met Michael during one of our nights out, about 3 and a half years ago now. Michael had also become a great friend of mine. I had felt embarrassed telling them

Juan, the Spanish Lifeguard

Looking out an airplane window never got old. Seeing the blue sky while flying above the clouds had a beauty about it, yet at the same time the view was also quite surreal. I looked to my left and saw my sister Katie sleeping in her seat. It was because of her we were on our way from Cleveland to the island of Gran Canaria, Spain. After working as a manager of a hotel for the last ten

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 1

A bit unnerved, I walked through the hallways of the school that employs my brother. It was the first time I ever set foot in the building since I had been a student there long ago. It was a lower school, and like for many young skinny gay boys, it wasn’t the greatest of times. Memories came rushing back and they weren’t good ones. Normally, I would meet my brother Jesse at the bowling

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 10

“So Rafaela cheated on you and you left?” “Yes. I walked in on them. I was so angry.” “Why couldn’t she just move out though?” “It’s her house. Her parents bought it. I don’t want to live there.” “But then...”, Matt paused. “Why did you come all the way over here?” “I don’t know many people in the US. I’m afraid if I go see my family in Mexico, I might not be allowed back.” “Because you

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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