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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 13

by RobertFoley


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 if he hadn’t been, Dad? What if I hadn’t been?” The conversation outside of the bedroom sounded quite intense, but neither of them raised their voices. Matt remained impressively calm. I know I probably would have lost my temper. While I was listening, I put on some shorts and a tanktop and poked my head out. The conversation suddenly ended. “Wahey, good morning there!”, Clive shouted cheerfully. “Good morning”, I said. I decided to pretend not to have heard their conversation. Matt turned around. He was leaning on the kitchen counter in just his white briefs that hugged his butt beautifully. He was so comfortable with his body, his confidence was turning me on. My erection wasn’t wavering so I quickly joined him behind the counter so Clive wouldn’t see it. “Good morning babe”, Matt said as we kissed on the mouth. I noticed Clive had turned around and was pouring a cup of coffee. “A coffee, Alex?” “That sounds good, thanks Clive!” He handed me a mug and I stood next to Matt in silence as all three of us said nothing for a while. I slowly squeezed Matt’s ass. My boner was throbbing in my shorts. “What would you like for breakfast?”, Clive asked. “I can make a typical Australian breakfast with sausages and beans?” “For breakfast?!” “Yeah?” Matt laughed. “I can also just do fried eggs on toast with bacon?” “Yeah, that sounds slightly better. Sorry.” “No problem!”, Clive said as he got to work in the kitchen. “Would it be OK if I went for a quick run in the meantime?” “Oh sure!”

Matt decided to join me and we ran toward the park. It was 9:00 AM and already 79 degrees (26 Celsius). Matt wore his tight spandex running shorts. “You had to wear those?”, I asked cynically. “What? These turn you on?”, he asked, teasing me. He ran in front of me but suddenly stopped to bend over, his legs wide apart. “Oh! My laces have come undone!” The curves of his body were beautifully displayed, and I could feel myself getting semi-hard again. “No, they haven’t!”, I said, laughing, “Stop it!”. I slapped his ass as he laughed at me.

The running turned more into walking and talking. “I overheard part of your conversation with your Dad this morning”, I admitted. “Oh. Right. Thin walls”, Matt said as he looked down. “You did so well. You remained so calm.” Matt looked up and smiled at me. “Something I had to learn to do. Otherwise he would drive me crazy. I love him, but he’s just slightly more difficult to deal with sometimes.” “Well, I was impressed with you”, I said. I gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “Hey… aren’t you that sleepy rugby player?”

A man was walking towards us. He wore a smudgy blue button-down shirt, white shorts and sneakers. His red baseball cap had sweat stains on the side. He had a slight belly without being overweight. He looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days and he had a bit of a patchy beard going on. His face was actually quite attractive, but it was clear he didn’t put much effort into his appearance. He recognised Matt from quite far away. I was stunned at what he said. Matt retired from rugby in Australia 8 years ago.

“Yeah… that’s me”, Matt said shyly. “Glad to see you’re doing OK, mate!”, the man said enthusiastically. “I didn’t know you lived here!” “I don’t! I grew up here, I’m just visiting my Dad.” “Ah, I see. Do you still play rugby?” “Not really, I coach a girls’ soccer team.” “Oh, cool, cool. Can I take a photo with ya?”, the man asked. He was about to take a selfie with Matt, when I offered to take the photo for him. “Oh, that would be great, thanks, mate!” I took the picture of them. The man looked really happy. Matt looked slightly uncomfortable. “Thanks so much”, he then said. “Are you two… together?” He had seen us kiss each other, but somehow it wasn’t a weird question. “Yeah, this is my boyfriend, Alex”, Matt said. “Cool, cool. Well, it was pretty awesome to run into you. Thanks so much for the photo!” He smiled, but then greeted us and continued walking. “I did not expect people would still recognise me”, Matt said as he laughed nervously. “My boyfriend is pretty famous… I love it!”

We walked back to Clive’s house. We hadn’t really ran that much, but the blazing sun had caused me to sweat as if I had. Over breakfast, Clive disclosed that he had made plans for us. “So, today, I want to take you to a barbecue in Kingaroy, is that OK?” I didn’t know what or where Kingaroy was, so I stayed silent. “Yeah, sure. What’s in Kingaroy?” Clive looked down at his food. “Jade. We’ve been dating. She would like to meet you.” “Dad! That’s amazing! Of course!”

Somehow, in this heat, clouds came rolling in and rain poured down. Yet it didn’t cool off one bit. “It’ll just be a short shower I think”, Clive said as he did the dishes in the kitchen. Matt and I offered to help but he refused. It was quite hot to be cooped up in the house in this temperature. Sweat poured down my face as I sat on the sofa. Matt was walking around and looked at the shelf of DVDs above the TV. “Oh wow… Do you have all of my matches, Dad?” “Uhh… yeah”, Clive answered hesitantly as he looked back at Matt. “Let’s pop one on, yeah?” “Yeah, I’ve never seen you play!”, I said enthusiastically. “2008 NRL Grand Final?!”, Matt read from one of the DVDs and took it from the shelf. “Alex, you’ve got to see this.” I got excited. It was high time I would see my boyfriend of more than a year on video in his previous, and clearly in Australia quite high-profile career. Matt threw the DVD case onto the sofa. It was a blank case that said “2008 NRL Grand Final: Melbourne Storm – Manly Warringah Sea Eagles”. There was a circular red sticker on the bottom right of the box. “So, which team were you on?”, I asked, as I admired Matt bending down to put the disc in the DVD player. “I was on the Sea Eagles from 2007 till I retired in 2009.” “Why were you called manly?” Matt sat next to me and laughed. “Manly is an area of Sydney.” We smiled at each other. I wanted to say something sexy but behind Matt I noticed Clive keeping a close eye on us so I didn’t.

The DVD started and I saw a full arena. “Gosh this was a big deal”, I said. “Yeah of course! It’s the final! This is ANZ Stadium in Sydney, I think it’s like 80,000 people.” “Wow.” I saw two teams of players come out onto the field, one team wearing red jerseys and white shorts, the other in white jerseys with dark blue shorts. “We’re the maroon and white”, Matt said, “I’m number 9.”

“Wait, doesn’t that one have a red sticker?”, Clive asked as he was done putting the dishes away. He came walking to the TV. I picked up the box and said, “Yeah”, as I showed it to him. “What does that mean?”, Matt asked. “It means you get ironed out, Matty.” Matt laughed. I didn’t immediately figure out what Clive meant. “This morning someone called me that sleepy rugby player”, Matt said, giggling. Clive clearly didn’t think it was funny. “I don’t like that’s how they remember you.” “I was stuffed anyone remembers me at all!”, Matt said, paying attention to the screen as the match started. “I never watch the ones with the red stickers, it’s too painful”, Clive said as he walked away. “Dad still hasn’t gotten over it, I think”, Matt whispered.

It was interesting to watch the differences in this professional match and the match we saw in San Francisco. The pace was higher and fewer mistakes were made. There was no score on the board for over 20 minutes, but it was still kind of exciting to watch my boyfriend. At one point they showed him in close-up and I noticed a primal look in his eyes. Also it was fascinating to see his young face above his already then very muscular body. I learned he was 24 at the time.

At one point Matt’s team was nearing the so-called try-line, while the other team did everything to stop them from putting the ball over. “Look, there’s me!”, Matt said. I saw the number 9 on the back of his jersey. He was in a spot where he could go straight through the team’s defense. And indeed he was thrown the ball. With a dive, I saw Matt catching the ball and reaching over the line. Three or four players of the opposing team had practically thrown themselves toward him, but he definitely put the ball over the line. “You scored!!”, I said, not taking my eye off the screen. I could see Matt’s body rolled over on his back, his arms over his head. He wasn’t moving. His teammates were running toward him to celebrate, but once one of them saw that Matt had been knocked out, he kept the others back. “Oh no!”, I said. Matt put an arm around me. He smiled awkwardly. “Do you even remember…”, I started but Matt interrupted me. “Watch the replay.” The replay showed Matt from the front, catching the ball in mid-air. As his body came back down, his arms stretched out to put the ball over the line, muscular legs came sliding in from the right side of the screen. The short dark blue shorts rode up, exposing very sexy thighs. In the end, the opposing player’s knee made contact with Matt’s temple, knocking him out instantly. “Ouch”, I said. “I don’t remember scoring the try”, Matt said. “I just remember waking up, realizing what had happened and wanting to celebrate. But paramedics told me to stay down.” The footage was replayed a couple of times from different angles with the commentators saying how awful it looked. Eventually we saw Matt being walked off the pitch supported by two paramedics, raising his fist in celebration to the spectators. “This is probably the proudest moment of my rugby career though”, he then said. “You scored the first try! In the finals!”, I said. “I’m proud of you, baby!” I gave him a peck on the mouth. “I do come back later in the match, but I don’t score anymore”, Matt said. “Do you win the final though?” “Yes! We do win the final, which was amazing.”

Not much later, it stopped raining. Clive, Matt, and I get into the car to head to Jade’s house. Kingaroy turned out to be a town, about 25 minutes away from Nanango. Clive drove us, while Matt asked him questions about Jade. The only information we really got was that Jade was in her late fifties, just like Clive, that she was a hairdresser and that the two of them had met on a dating website a few months ago. Matt was the first of the family Clive had told. His brothers would meet her for Christmas.

Jade lived in a white house with a beautifully kept front yard on Webster Street. Clive walked up to her and kissed her on the mouth. She had big, blond hair and she wore a white top that quite obviously presented her breasts. “Aaand we know why he likes her”, Matt had said under his breath. I giggled nervously. “You must be Matthew”, she announced. “I can see the resemblance!” “Hi Jade, nice to meet you!”. Matt and Jade shook hands. “You’re a buff bloke, aren’t you?”, she then said as she squeezed Matt’s biceps. “Nice to meet you, Matt. You are so handsome and so rig!” “Thank you”, Matt said, clearly uncomfortable. “This is my boyfriend Alex”, he continued, turning away and gesturing toward me. “Hi”, I said and shook her hand. “Boyfriend? Oh gosh, your father didn’t tell me that! Nice to meet you Alex!” I had to be told later that rig is an Australian term for muscular.

We were invited into her house, which was actually really nice. The rest of the day the weather was dry, so we lounged in her large back yard with drinks while Clive was in charge of the barbecue. He offered not to drink alcohol so he could drive us back. Jade was really talkative and asked me and Matt lots of questions. It was actually quite a fun day. The temptation to say the obvious line that day was hard to resist, but I managed. It helped that there were no shrimp or other kinds of seafood involved. The barbecue was referred to as the ‘barbie’ though. Inevitably, Matt got drunk quite quickly and almost fell over getting up out of his chair. So once we were all full, we said goodbye to Jade and drove back to Nanango.

That night, I suddenly woke up. It was still dark out and I had to let my eyes adjust. I was spooning Matt. I felt his back and butt against the entire front of my body. Soon I realized I was penetrating him. My cock was rock hard and had found its way into his hole. Even though his back was arched slightly, pushing his ass into me, it must have taken some effort. Matt has such massive cheeks, it usually takes some spreading to find it. In a way it wouldn’t surprise me if I had done this in my sleep, as I had felt so sexually frustrated on this trip so far.

I wasn’t sure on what to do next. I looked over Matt’s shoulder to find him sleeping peacefully. His uncut cock was rock hard and pointing at his face. Precum leaked onto the mattress. I could hear Clive’s snoring on the other end of the wall. I didn’t know if I should keep going. It felt really good to be inside of my boyfriend again. We hadn’t gotten close to our usual twice a day during this trip. I remained frozen in place for a while. Until I felt Matt moving. In his sleep he was pushing his ass into my groin. That’s when I could no longer restrain myself. I slowly and tenderly fucked Matt and it felt incredibly good. Matt was making short sounds of satisfaction every time I pushed into him. My thrusts got harder and harder. I reached over, held onto Matt’s abs, and I pushed his body toward mine. Our bodies were touching from head to toe and it felt incredibly intimate. Matt suddenly moaned softly. I thought he was waking up, but he still only moved to the rhythm of my thrusts. And then I realized. He was cumming. Without stimulation, his cock shot 5 or 6 large spurts onto the mattress. It was soaked. Immediately, the smell of cum filled the room. After that, I was getting close myself and I came inside of him. I tried to stay as silent as I could, but it was possibly the best orgasm I had ever had. My body shuddered. It was so hot. Matt was silent and didn’t move. His breathing slow but regular. He had slept through his own orgasm as well as mine. I continued to hold him close as I felt a wave of ultimate relaxation come over me.

I woke up a second time and the room was now light. I had fallen asleep inside of Matt, still erect. My cock was now again flaccid and had popped out. Cum was seeping from Matt’s hole, as he was clearly still asleep. Just then he turned onto his back, trapping my arm and leg underneath him. “Hmmm… hey honey, good morning”, he said in a sleepy voice. “Good morning, babe”, I said as I saw him angling his neck so that he could get a good morning smooch. We kissed. “I slept really well”, he then said, “I feel amazing. I think I had a dream about your cock…” “I have a confession to make”, I interrupted him. I had to immediately bring it up because I was feeling a little guilty. Even though I knew he probably was going to say he thought it was hot, I technically had no consent. “I fucked you while you were sleeping.” “What, just now?” “No, somewhere in the middle of the night. I woke up and I guess I was already sort of fucking you in my sleep. But then I continued.” “Fuck that’s hot! Did you cum?”, he asked as he reached to his butt. “You did!” “Keep your voice down”, I said softly. There was no snoring on the other side of the wall. Matt giggled. He kissed me passionately. “I can’t blame you for not restraining yourself, it’s been a bit of a dry spell”, he whispered. “I feel fine now, but yesterday I was also feeling all of the urges…” “You shot one hell of a load all over that part of the mattress”, I mentioned as I gestured to his left. “Oh crikey…” He only now saw the stain. It was almost like a Jackson Pollock painting, the way his streams of cum had fallen across the mattress. “I slept through that? That is so fucking hot! I love you!”, Matt turned back to me and kissed me again. “I didn’t know I was that drunk that I would not wake up for my own orgasm… Wow… Well now we just need to find a way to have Dad not see this”, he then said.

That morning we had breakfast with Clive before we would head back to Brisbane. Or as Clive called it, Brizzie. By the end of breakfast, Matt and I were going to pack up our stuff and Matt asked his father, “do you want me to just chuck the bedding in the washer?” “Oh that would be great!” Problem solved.

Matt and I drove back from Nanango to Brisbane, again stopping at the Snack Shack for lunch. I felt somehow relieved we were going back to Shannan in Brisbane. Clive was a nice man, but I felt like I couldn’t always be myself around him. With Shannan I felt more at ease. And it seemed like Matt felt the same. “I love my Dad, but there are two things about me that he’s embarrassed of, my sexuality and my condition. And I really don’t think I’m going to be able to change that. So that’s always a bit of a struggle going back. Like, I’m glad I didn’t pass out around him and that he was able to treat you well. And I was chuffed to see he owns my matches on DVD. Like, he’s proud of me in a way…” “But only some parts of you, it seems like.” “Yeah, that’s what it is. And that’s what makes it different to spend time with him compared to my Mum.” He paused. “Anyway, now I’m happy to go back and have fun in Brizzie.” He winked at me. I gave him a quick kiss. We finished our sandwiches and went back on the road.

To be continued….


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

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“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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