Ive always moved around but have always been out of shape but have always as of the past few years had a gym membership to try and change that. Id always workout and then shower so I didn’t smell after if I was doing anything. But my new gym was a little different than all the other ones ive gone too. The lockers are at least a 30 yard walk to the closest shower and they only had towels by the showers and day one I immediately noticed that most guys were just waiting around no towel. But the first day i still walked to the shower in my boxers. The second thing I noticed is that the showers are low cut walls and the back is just a flimsy curtain and they were back to back in a hallway style of showers my first few times nothing happened but i show up early one day and finish my workout and head to the shower but I noticed that there was barely any people so I decided to leave my boxers in the locker and just show off a little. I make it to the shower no problem and I thought it was hot
This was an experience that I had remembered from a while back . I was 21 years old and I was in a bit of a rut trying to find work and had no luck. Summer came and my family told me I had to find something soon or they were gonna make me go work with my uncle at his job outdoors. In Texas the heat during the summer is always too much so I tried looking even on the randomness of places in hopes of finding something. I was on Grindr one day and saw an older gentleman (53 ) 6”0 tall and was athletic looking who seemed nice. We talked about movies and stuff we do for fun. A few days of talking I mentioned to him how I’ve been searching for a job and how urgent it is for me. That’s when he said “what a coincidence me and my husband (55) are looking for a part time houseboy to help us take care of our property. We talked a bit about it and I was hooked. A indoor job ? Pay is $15 an hour? Sign me up ! We talked more about it and that following weekend I drove out to go visit the place.
Years ago, fresh out of high school, I had an older friend that worked with me at a local restaurant. All the girls thought he was the most handsome guy in our orbit and they all swooned when he walked in. Me on the other hand, skinny, kind of nerdy, and super shy! Either way I struck up a great friendship with my older colleague and he in fact became a bit of a mentor to me. (To be fair I was 18 and he was 22, so not like a "daddy" mentor). So occasionally we would sneak to the top of the place we worked and drink a couple beers and laugh about the circumstances of being in a small town and how limited it felt. You know the usual shit. On a particular night he decided he had to pee and didn't want to go downstairs to do it so he pulled out his cock in front of me and started to piss. Even though I had a GF and felt very straight, I got hard. He saw it and asked if I liked it... Needless to say I responded with, "yeah it looks cool!" -/ so stupid right? He told me since I'd seen
A couple of weeks later we decided to drink some beers and hang out at my house while my parents were away. Suffice to say I think we both knew where the night was going we just needed some liquid courage to get there. After playing basketball and drinking beer we decided to take showers, separately oddly enough. So we go upstairs to my room and we're both already in our underwear, a little tipsy and goofing around. Almost as if in a "modern" porn script we started wrestling. (This was all pre-PornHub btw). Now this was about the time that everyone wore those silly CK underwear, so he's wearing the boxers and I was wearing the little boy briefs with the high hips. He was a lot taller than me and way stronger so it didn't take long and I was on my stomach with him on top of me and my little briefs pulled to the side from wrestling. We're both laughing and he started slapping my butt cheeks telling me how hairless I was. I could feel his hard on every time he would lean over and cal
Ever been stuck in the middle before? Tossed around like you’re the monkey in the middle, or the flag tied around a rope being tugged at both ends? You’d think that the middle job is the easiest, that all you have to do is be tossed around and make a choice– a decision. But no one talks about the horrors that come with being in that middle ground and the feelings you’re bound to hurt. No one talks about what affects the monkey, or how that tied flag feels. It’s always about the players– always. And we’re taught not to hate them, to hate the game instead. Well fuck that. It was a hot summer day back home in Florida, far gone from the calming campus at Vanderbilt University. But summer calls, and home awaits. My home, despite the way I’d talk about the heat and summer storms, despite the way I’d dream of falling leaves and white winters. This was home, in all its scorching glory. I arrived yesterday to my Mom already outside, waving me down like I’d forgotten where I lived. And as
The familiar scent of vanilla and cast iron flooded my nostrils upon entering the house, greeted by silence as I smiled at ease. “Where’s the runts?” I asked, dropping my bag at the foot of the sofa and slouching into its comfort. Mom smiled and took a seat across from me, “Christian is at a friends and Sabrina is at cheer practice.” She hugged a mug close to her chest, drawing her knees close as well. “She still does that?” I chuckled, closing my eyes and resting after such a tedious drive here. But Mom didn’t spare the details as she went on about her cheer team, that they had such a phenomenal year during school and they asked specific students to enroll in a summer program. Sabrina was always physical, always on the move, always achieving what she wanted. In some ways I envied her for that– and she’s literally eight. I hadn’t the heart to tell my Mom I needed to rest, that I couldn’t listen to her groan forever about Sabrina and cheer or Christian and soccer. Instead I listened
College is a strange place. Suddenly high school feels like a distant memory, and things that seemed normal back then are completely flipped upside down. You're on your own for the first time in your life. You're befriending people who you wouldn't normally even speak to, and you're stuffed into a small room with a total stranger and expected to simply get on with it. I can't say it was the easiest of transitions for me. I was a timid eighteen-year-old with the social skills of a lampshade, and I'd spent the majority of my life harbouring the dirty little secret of my sexuality. There had never in my life been a time where I felt comfortable enough to share the fact that I was gay. My parents were extremely religious, I'd grown up surrounded by the cruel, nasty jokes from boys in school, and my hometown was stuck somewhere between the 1800s and 1900s. It was something that I had buried long ago, and it was going to take a very large shovel to dig it up. Then I met my roommate Troy,
I’ve never been real dedicated about going to the gym. I was always naturally in good shape, but never ripped. When I was in college, there was a small gym on campus that was open 24 hours. My roommate was in good shape and had been encouraging me to go, but he would go while I was in classes. I would usually be so busy I wouldn’t get there until really late, or else I’d have to go first thing in the morning. One morning the garbage truck had woken me up at like 4am. Unable to fall back asleep I decided to go down to the gym. When I got there, I wasn’t surprised I had the place to myself. I after a brief workout I went for a long run on the treadmill. Since I had the place to myself, I figured I’d go take a nice long shower and maybe sit in the sauna. The men’s locker room had a large, open shower that you’d pass through to get to the pool area. I got undressed and began rinsing off. I was taking my time, enjoying the hot water, when the door from the pool opened and an attractive m