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Cayden, my Cop Gym Buddy, Part 2

by RobertFoley


After a few weeks of working with Cayden, I felt like I not only had a great new partner, but also a new friend. In the gym I actually taught him proper posture during squats and I am pretty sure he did not realize it gave me a woody spotting him. Now of course our routines are synced up, meaning we have leg day on Thursdays together and I get to watch him squat once a week. Unfortunately now that it’s early October, temperatures have gone down to 66 degrees (19 Celsius) and there are no more short shorts or tanktops. But I still get to watch him change into a jockstrap five times a week and shower next to him, so I am not complaining. I do worry that I am steadily falling in love with him, because he is too perfect not to.

The only thing I could possibly complain about is that when we do a late shift together, Cayden tends to get a bit sleepy. And when Cayden gets sleepy he snores. So I try to keep him awake by talking to him, but especially towards the end of the shift, it seems there is no stopping his slumber. As quiet as the streets tend to be around that time, one person with a cell phone and we’re a national joke. But I did decide to protect Cayden and haven’t told Sgt. Brooks about it.

Cayden and I had finished our last shift of the week, which is on Saturday. For us, it’s also arm day. Cayden knows that after the gym on Saturday I go to a taquería with Kim where we drink and catch up. In the locker room at the station, where Cayden just started undressing, I see my phone has a text from Kim that says “Did you carpool? Maybe invite C? X”. Starting this week we were carpooling to and from work every day. Going to the gym together and living in the same small town, it just made sense. I, unlike Kim, forgot that this would pose a problem going to the taquería as it would leave Cayden without transportation.

“Cayden?”, I ask, still looking at my phone. “Yeah?” He stopped undressing and walked towards me. I looked up and saw he was only wearing a pair of grey briefs. I forgot everything I wanted to say as he stands next to me and put his arm on shoulder. “Uhm.” I felt myself sweating and I could not speak. We looked each other in the eye as he smiled wide. His look shifted to my phone and he read the text. “Aww that’s so sweet! I’d love to come! Let me text Helena.” He walked back to his locker and takes out his phone. For what seems like a full minute he was standing there, typing on his phone, in those grey briefs that made him look absolutely delicious.

I realized it was moments like this when I felt like he was flirting with me, while he probably had no intention to do so? Or did he? It was all a bit confusing. But I did not want him to stop doing it at the same time, so I never said anything.

Cayden had changed into a blue tanktop after all, putting on a grey hoodie to cover up for the drive there. He wore black shorts that reached beyond his knees. I had missed seeing him stepping into his jockstrap today, but I did catch that gorgeous hole on display two other times this week, so I did not complain. There would be a second chance after the gym. We got into my car and drove to Gold’s, did lots of dumbbell work, skipped cardio and went to the locker room.

“So what do you guys talk about during these taquería meetings?”, Cayden asked when we were showering, using air quotes for the last two words. “Is it mainly work gossip?” “Lots of the time, yeah. My love life, if anything happened. TV shows. Her complaining about her husband and kids. Usually it starts out with the news or current events, but after the first beer that’s usually over with.” I had learned that continuing to talk about stuff and not looking at Cayden was the only way I could get through these showers with him without getting a hard-on. “Ahh! Do you two tend to get a bit drunk during these?” He seemed a bit too excited that alcohol was involved. “Well, Kim usually comes by taxi or Uber, so that should tell you enough. I try to limit myself.” “I am lucky you are driving today!”, he said. A short silence followed, as I was almost done showering and ready to get back to the locker area. “Oh fuck!”, I heard to my right. I hadn’t really been looking in his direction during our shower, but this exclamation, instinctively turned my head toward him. His face seemed a bit panicked, but he quickly smiled. He also seemed a bit embarrassed. “I was cleaning my crack, and… well… It’s been a while?” I looked down and saw he was sporting a raging hard-on. It pointed up at a 45 degree angle. It was a nice size at about 7 inches, but what was mainly noticeable was how thick it was. Especially the head was fat and juicy. I got about a second to look, before he covered himself with both hands. “Don’t stare!”, he said, smiling, but pushing me away with his shoulder. I felt like that snapped me out of it. “Holy fuck!”, was all I could say. “You are popping a massive chub yourself there, buddy”. I looked down and saw my big throbbing cock point straight ahead of me. My dick wasn’t as thick as Cayden’s, but with 9 inches, it looked bigger. I tried to cover myself with just my hands but I couldn’t so I went for my towel. “This is humiliating”, he said as he also got his towel and left the shower area. “I’m sorry”, I thought he meant that me getting an erection because I saw his, was what humiliated him. “It’s not your fault, man. I’m back to getting spontaneous erections, like I’m in high school, that’s one thing. But then I’m half your size? That’s embarrassing.” He was now toweling off by his locker, not looking at me. I lowered my voice, so no-one could hear. “Dude, I got a full-on boner from looking at a co-worker. How do you think I feel?” That made him laugh. “Honestly, I would be offended if you hadn’t”. “But seriously, didn’t you just get married? How are you not getting any?” From quick glances I could tell his erection had subsided. I continued covering myself with a towel, as I was still at full mast. “I don’t know, she used to love it. Maybe it’s because I have a tiny dick?” “Come on, man! That ain’t no tiny dick and you know it.” He stopped toweling off and just stood there facing me, naked. “Yeah, but I sure didn’t know others had massive tools like yours! Holy crap!” “Maybe Kim can help you with seducing Helena?” “OK. But not a word on what happened in the showers”. “I promise”. Not a word, but many a jerk-off session, I thought. I spotted him sniffing his jockstrap and deciding to go commando under his jeans.

“It’s my sexy gym boys!”, Kim exclaimed when Cayden and I walked into taquería La Costa. She hugged us both. For years this had been the place Kim and I would go on Saturdays to catch up. Some chips and salsa, some booze and lots of chatter. Kim and I trained together to be officers, so we go back quite a while. In the meantime she had gotten herself a family and moved into this really nice place, whereas I took care of my father and was the only one by his bedside when it all ended. Sometimes I envied her. Her husband had always seemed so sweet, but terribly boring. Yet I would so settle for that life. “Now that there’s three of us, I think we can justify ordering a pitcher of beer!” Kim got way too excited at the prospect of ordering a pitcher, clapping her hands. “Oh, so this is a classy type of a night”, Cayden teased. “Hey! Rookie! Don’t make me spit in your salsa!” Cayden laughed. “I love this woman”.

Lots of topics flew across the table. Our new partnership, the recorded knock-out punch, and then gossiping about fellow employees. “Gare, Gare! Did you even know? This guy”, Kim pointed at Cayden, “he suggested… oh gosh I’m a mess…” Kim spilled salsa on her top, Cayden and I laughed. “What are you on about?”, Cayden asked. He looked at me, but I was equally puzzled. I was starting to feel like Kim had started drinking before she came here. She continued to focus on me and ignored Cayden. “Cayden suggested to Brooks… this is so good… a speaker on the damaging effects of racial profiling…” I looked at Cayden with an impressed face. “And! And! A racial bias training! You should have seen Brooks’ face! That racist fucker!” Kim started laughing. “D’you get it? A white officer? Suggesting that? To Brooks? His mind was blown!” I did start giggling a bit, because Bannock County leading the charge on racism in the police force, was quite a humorous idea. But unfortunately I realized that having a white officer suggest this, just might sway Brooks. “I think I would be rolling on the floor, if it didn’t concern people’s lives?”, Cayden seemed a bit confused on why we laughed. “Oh my gosh, you are just too perfect”, I blurted out. Cayden got even more confused. “It has more to do with Brooks and how he has handled the situation so far, that we think it’s funny the new guy is asking for what he has resisted for such a long time.” “I just think the officers here would be helped with this speaker I saw online. And they’re doing this training on the East Coast that is apparently paying off”. “You are adorable”, Kim smiled as she emptied her glass. “Too cute”. “I can’t believe your wife is not putting out, look at him!” Halfway through my sentence I addressed Kim. I now noticed the effect of the alcohol on myself. I had downed the first glass like water. Cayden pushed my shoulder. He had a playful look on his face, but pretended to be offended. “What? You look like that and you’re not getting laid?”, Kim seemed shocked. “I look like this, and I’m getting it every day. And I have two kids!” “Really? You and Jon are at it every day?”, I asked though I was not sure why. “Absolutely!” “Wow! Go Jon!” “I don’t really know what I’m doing wrong.” “Great, we have a project. New pitcher, please!”

“So, from the top. How do you approach her?”, Kim asked Cayden. “Well, usually it’s after dinner and we’re doing the dishes together. Billy is in his room.” “Good timing and doing dishes together, very good”, Kim nodded. “I tell her she looks really pretty tonight and that I had to restrain myself during dinner, which is true every night.” “That’s cute right? I would fall for that”, I said. “How does she react when you say that?” Kim seemed very focused on her project. “She thanks me. Sometimes she shortly rubs my back with one hand when we’re done with the dishes. Then she asks me to take out the trash or fix something.” “Uh huh, uh huh”, Kim was still very focused. “So I do. Like the other day I fixed Billy’s bike, I get cleaned up. I grab a beer and join her on the couch, hoping for a second chance, you know?” “Yeah, very good”. “But the other day she goes, ‘do you have to drink every night?’” “Let the poor man have some beer, especially if he’s not getting any! Dammit, woman!” Kim exclaimed, taking another big gulp from her glass. “Yeah, that sounded like she was looking for a fight, man”, I added. “I honestly don’t know what to do”, Cayden looked down. “What I usually did, is surprise a boyfriend.”, I suggested. “Get home before they do, have dinner ready, and spoil them. They would usually put out after that.” I smiled. “I can try that, I guess. On a night where she doesn’t have Billy, maybe.” “Yeah! And wear nothing but an apron! I love when Jonny does that”, Kim added. Picturing slightly overweight Jonny in nothing but an apron made me lose interest in the chips and salsa. I also stopped with the beer as I was the only one of us who was driving.

It got quite late as we were kicked out of the taquería. I felt very sober as both Cayden and Kim had really knocked back a number of those pitchers together. As they held each other up, I noticed they were about equally tall. Possibly around 5’9’’. Kim didn’t live far from the taquería, so I offered to take her home, as well as Cayden. We had only been driving for a minute, and Cayden passed out and started snoring in the passenger’s seat beside me. Kim thought this was the most hilarious thing. “Awww, look at the little lightweight!”, she teased him. She reached from the backseat to slap his face, and he stirred shortly and woke up. He looked around for a while but then fell back asleep. Which made Kim laugh even harder.

I drove Kim to her house and she gave me a kiss from the back seat. She also gave Cayden a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for the ride and the fun night. Try not to rape him. See you Tuesday! Bye babe!” “Bye, be careful!” I watched her stumble to the front door and waited till she got in. I turned and was on my way to McCammon with a snoring, but gorgeous man next to me.

As easy as it would have been to start touching Cayden, finally, I managed to contain myself for the ride home. McCammon was dead on a Saturday night, so I carefully braked next to Cayden and Helena’s house, thinking Billy might be asleep at 10:30pm. I had been in front of this house a few times now, picking Cayden up in the morning and dropping him off after our shifts. The house seemed small from the outside and not that well-maintained. When we stopped I shook Cayden’s leg. “What?” “You’re home.” “Oh. Thanks, man.” “Can you walk?” “Uhmm.” He looked at his legs as if he was asking them for advice. “Some help wouldn’t hurt actually.” I got out of the car and walked around. Cayden had managed to get himself standing, but he was holding on to the car door for dear life. “Come on”, I said, as I put his arm around my neck and actually quite easily walked him to the front door. I let him go and stand on his own. “I don’t have a key”, he said as he knocked on the door. It didn’t take long for Helena to open the door in her pajamas. “You’ve been drinking again?”, was the first thing she said. “I have. I’m sorry. This is my partner Gary”. “Hi”, I said as I extended my hand to shake hers. She looked at me and didn’t move. “I know who he is. What I didn’t know is that you’d be out this late. I thought you were just having a drink with some fellow officers!” “I was!” “Clearly it was more than one drink, wasn’t it?” Helena raised her voice and took a bit of a threatening stance. A dog or coyote howled, not too far from us. “It was.” Cayden sounded defeated. Nothing like the confident man I had gotten to know. Well, until the shower-incident earlier today where he first showed insecurity. “You’re not sleeping in this house when you’re drunk. Billy’s here and he already has one dad who’s an alcoholic. I don’t want him seeing you.” She closed the door.

Cayden scratched the back of his head. “Wow. I did not see that coming.” He stood in the same place for a few seconds. “Dude, I can offer you a place to sleep. It’s the weekend tomorrow, I’ll make you a nice breakfast and you’ll be all good to make it up to her. If you don’t want to sleep in the bed with me, you can sleep on the sofa.” He turned to look at me, I thought I spotted a tear in his eye. “I don’t want you to think I am an alcoholic. Because I’m not. I’m really not.” “I know that, man. And she knows that as well. She just has bad experiences with men who drink.” I knew some more of Helena’s history because this town was so small. Her previous husband was abusive and if you ask me, with Cayden she really went into the right direction. But she was still scared and protective of her son. Cayden stood there with both his hands behind his head, exposing his stomach from the belly button down. Quite far down, actually. His treasure trail widened as it went down to his pubes, though his jeans started before that. From his hips a lovely V-shape was visible. He looked down for a while and then looked up at me, clearly emotional. “Come on, man”, I said. “Sleep it off, it won’t be this bad in the morning.” “’Kay”, he managed to say as he stepped into my car.

He was quiet during the short drive to my house. He was fine walking up to the house by himself. When I let him in, he looked around and said “This is a nice place, man. Is this still all your old man’s?” “Most of it. I managed to sell some stuff online and I replaced it with my own. But most of it is still his, yeah.” Cayden took time to look at the paintings that my Dad had made. “I’m impressed. I understand why you’d want to stay here.” I dropped my gym bag near my laundry room and went to pour us a night-cap. I brought him a glass of scotch. “Hey man, drink this. You deserve it after what happened out there. And it’ll make you sleep better.” Cayden smiled. “Thanks, man. You’re a good buddy”. He downed the glass in one and gave it back to me. “You OK?”, I asked. He sighed. “I’m OK. Really tired, though.”

When Cayden saw the sofa, he said “You were going to make me sleep on this? It’s so narrow!” “It’s that or in bed with me”, I said, convinced he would choose the sofa. “I sleep in the same bed with a buddy all the time, no problem.” I lent Cayden my toothbrush as we brushed our teeth together over my sink. It was random couple-like feelings like this that I had not experienced for so long and missed. Cayden seemed to think about other things.

In the bedroom, he said the bed is plenty big for “two big guys like us”. I stripped down to blue boxers and jumped in, the feeling of the covers on top of me making me feel so comfortable I almost immediately closed my eyes and drifted off. Were it not for Cayden undressing on the other side of the bed. As he unbuttoned his fly he stopped and went “Oh, fuck.” I looked up, his back was turned towards me. But he slowly turned around. “I forgot I was going commando. Do you mind if I…” He deliberately did not finish his sentence. “I really don’t mind”, I said. “Do you?” He laughed. “I’m sure you can control yourself”, he said as he lowered his jeans. His beautiful cock swung between his thighs and I already felt myself get excited. Cayden put his jeans with his T-shirt on a chair and took off his socks. He noticed a mirror and looked at himself. “Can I ask you a weird question?” “Always”, I said. I felt my eyes slowly closing because I was so tired but I knew I had to keep them open. “Am I an attractive man?” I opened my eyes again and he had turned around to face me again, his gorgeous body in front of me. “Absolutely.” “Really? Like, I have a nice body?” “You really do!” He turned to face the mirror again. “I don’t see it”, he said. “That’s because you’re straight, I guess”, I said. “Nah. When I look at your body, I get jealous. It’s nicer than mine.” “Aww, thanks, man.” My cock was raging hard, but my eyes were feeling so heavy. I must have drifted off to sleep, because this was the last I remembered.

To be continued…


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

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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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