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The Neighbor

Gene looked down from his bedroom window into the backyard of his neighbor’s house. He saw Chad was sunbathing by the pool. The man was the former star quarterback of their high school and his muscular physique confirmed that title. Gene had always like Chad but knew he never had a chance with him. He was the jock who dated all the hot girls and was loved by all the cool kids. Gene was just the scrawny geeky kid who spent more time in his room watching anime or playing video games. Their places in the school’s social hierarchy couldn’t have been further apart. In fact, the only reason Chad even knew he existed was because they were neighbors. However, they were both in college now and no longer had to deal with the burden of high school cliques. Gene wondered if Chad would be interested in doing a little experimenting this summer.

He took in the sight of Chad’s chiseled abs and muscular chest, imagining his fingers sliding over the hills and valleys of the muscles. His right hand grazed over his stomach, slipping under the band of his underwear as his eyelids fluttered .

“You like what you see?” Chad asked as he sauntered up to Gene, caressing his chest with the back of his hand.”

Gene’s breath caught in his throat as he glanced at his feet and then back at Chad. He wasn’t sure how to respond. He thought when this moment came, he would have the confidence to ask for what he wanted, but now words escaped him. All he could do was admire the man who was now only a few inches from him.

Chad raked his fingers through his hair and took his sunglasses off. His piercing blue eyes dragged over Gene’s physique, taking in his lean body that barely filled the red bathing suit he wore, his smirk turning into a mischievous smile. He casually gripped Gene’s chin and lifted his head so he could look into his eyes behind the black rimmed glasses. “After all these years you finally get up the courage to talk to me, and you can’t even ask me for what you want.”

Chad’s words took him by surprise. “You knew?” he stammered.

“Kind of hard to miss you up there in the window.” He ran his fingers along Gene’s jaw and down his neck coming to rest on his shoulder and causing him to shiver. He brushed his lips over the shell of his ear.

“Remember all those nights you watched me in my room masturbating in front of the mirror? The curtains open, all the lights on. Did you like that? Did you like watching me lick my fingers after? You know what they say about guys like me. It tastes sweet. I wonder what you taste like.” He chuckled lightly. “You thought I couldn’t see you in that dark room of yours, but I could just make out your pale white skin in the reflection of the mirror. Catching the rigorous movement of your hand. I bet you make a big mess.”

“Chad, I…”

“Shhh. It’s ok. I wanted you to watch me. In fact, every time I jerked off I thought about you watching me. About those big brown eyes devouring me with lust. Thinking of those delicate fingers playing with my nipples. And those big, luscious lips wrapped around my manhood.”

Gene suddenly felt a hand on his package. He was already rock hard, but now his cock was straining against the fabric of his suit. Chad was stroking him and the feeling was too much for him to handle. Before he could say anything, his body started to spasm then euphoria washed over him. He closed his eyes and braced himself on Chad’s chest. The sensation of his muscles under his fingers was everything he imagined it would be and he wanted more.

When Gene opened his eyes again, he was standing in his darkened room, alone. His underwear was stained with his seed and his own hand was firmly gripping his cock. He let out a sigh and moved to grab the rag he kept under his bed for these occasions.

“Gene?! Is that you up there?!”

He froze and slowly turned his head back to the window. Chad was standing with his sunglasses off and looking up at him.

“Dude, I didn’t know you were back from college too. Why don’t you come down for a dip in the pool and we can catch up.”

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This Stays Between Us

The dull glow of the TV illuminated the small dark living room. Mateo and Vince sat on their loveseat in just their underwear. The summer heat was stifling, and their old air conditioning unit had finally crapped the bed forcing them to strip down to their skivvies. The humidity had zapped any motivation they had so instead they found themselves sitting in front of the TV watching an old porn Vince had gotten back in college. The quality of the video wasn’t great. The white couple on the screen kept changing color and the audio sounded muffled and fuzzy, but that didn’t keep the two men from getting aroused by what they were seeing. They kept shifting in their seats while trying to avoid touching each other even though their shoulders maintainted contact the whole time. Vince had started to notice that his arousal was coming more from the warm touch of Mateo’s skin than the hot action that was happening on the screen. He shifted his weight and leaned towards the arm of the couch which freed his shoulder but caused his knee to touch Mateo’s. He glanced over at Mateo and saw that he was laser focused on the TV and his hand was precariously close to the band on his underwear. His cock pulsed at the thought of seeing Mateo stroke himself. Vince swallowed the lump in his throat and shifted back to his original position. He placed his hand on his stomach and exhaled. The porno was getting more graphic, and the room was starting to feel warmer. He didn’t know why, but he had suddenly lost interest in the tv. He glanced down at Mateo’s thigh and saw it shaking and his own underwear had filled out as well. He licked his lips and couldn’t believe what he was considering at that moment. He lifted his other hand and gently placed it on Mateo’s thigh. Mateo jerked his head towards him, and they stared at each other for a moment. Vince couldn’t quite read Mateo’s expression. It wasn’t disgust, it was more like confusion. “Dude, what are you doing?” “I… I don’t know. I was just thinking we’re both kind of worked up and neither of us are getting any lately because of covid and…” “I’m not gay man.” “Neither am I. Look I’m just thinking maybe we could just jerk each other off or something. You know, like when you were kid and you had a sleepover with your friends.” “Dude, I never did that with any of my friends.” “Bullshit. Everyone did that with their friends. It’s kind of like a rite of passage.” Mateo sighed and looked back at the tv. Vince hadn’t moved his hand from his thigh, and it wasn’t lost on him that he was still hard. Suddenly Vince moved his hand away. “Never mind, man. I’m sorry I touched you.” He moved to get up but Mateo grabbed his wrist. “No, wait.” He ran his eyes over Vince taking in his toned muscular physique and found he wasn’t repulsed by the idea of making out with him. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this,” he said more to himself then Vince. “We can take it slow. If there is anything you feel uncomfortable doing, we can stop.” “I can work with that, but this stays between us, got it?” “Definitely.”

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Brent lay on his side with an arm draped over Allen as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Their naked bodies were still warm and sticky from their most recent sexual escapade, but a gentle breeze blew in from the open window to cool them off. Brent lifted his head and nuzzled his cheek into the crook of Allen’s neck, inhaling his musk from his damp blond hair. He gave a soft hum of approval and began tracing random shapes over Allen’s chest. There was very little room for the two men on the twin bed, but they were more than happy to be as close as possible to one another since they were rarely alone. The two men had started their love affair in high school and because they were the two star athletes of their school, they kept it all a secret. When they left high school, they went to separate colleges and worried that they may lose what they had built together. Spending the entire school year apart and only having the occasional holiday breaks was killing them. But the summer was their haven. Allen’s parents would be gone most of the day and well into the night, givin them an opportunity to be alone. Allen and Brent spent the whole day together, catching up on lost time and figuring out how to end their torment. Allen decided he would tell his parents he will be transferring to Brent’s school, and they will get an apartment off campus to save money. Allen smiled at the little white lie, but deep down he knew that one day they would have to tell their families. He also knew that it wouldn’t go over too well for either of them. He pushed the thought from his mind, and kissed Brent’s forehead. He glanced at his alarm clock. It was almost midnight. He let out a long sigh and frowned. “I have to go, don’t I?” “Yeah.” Brent raised himself up from the bed and brushed Allen’s disheveled hair off his forehead while leaning over him. “It’s ok Al, tomorrow my parents are leaving to visit my great aunt. They’ll be gone for the whole weekend, and you can spend it with me.” Allen groaned and hit him with a pillow. “How many times do I have to tell you don’t call me Al. That’s my dad’s name.” Brent chuckled and hit him back with the pillow. Just then they heard a car pull into the driveway. They froze in place, eyes wide. “Shit, my parents are home.” Allen jumped out of bed and went to the window. He could see his dad’s car pulling into the garage. Brent jumped to his feet and quickly put his jeans and shoes on while almost falling over in the process. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at the situation as he grabbed his shirt. “Quick, out the window,” Allen said, putting his underwear on. Brent hopped over the sill with his shirt in hand. Another giggle slipped from his lips. “Wait.” Brent turned as Allen grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a long kiss. “I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.” “And the weekend?” Allen smiled, showing his pearly whites. “Wild horses could keep me away.” Brent gave him another peck on the cheek and then slid down the roof to the side yard. He could just hear Allen’s mother coming into his room and chastise him about his lack of clothes. He laughed and took off for his car that was parked on the next street over.

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Friends of Dorothy

They say it’s not normal. They say it is a perversion that will lead to damnation. But how can these feelings be wrong, when it’s the only time in my life I feel normal? When my soul feels more alive from his touch than when bullets fly by my head. How is it perverse when his presence makes it easier to breathe, to think? It started out so simple, an accidental brush of his fingers against mine. A casual glance that was held just a second too long. Four words that were spoken in a drunken haze, that meant volumes to some, and nothing to others. A tentative kiss to test the waters, followed by a hungry one that felt like he was trying to swallow my soul. Suddenly our clothes felt too tight, too suffocating, and we tore them from our bodies. There was no one to see us, no one to call us fags or queers. No one to beat us into their ideal. There was only the rawness of ourselves. The night was like any other night in this jungled country, dark and hot with heavy humid air, the kind that made you sweat just from breathing. We met on leave in a dingy motel room bathed in a soft red glow, and walls that held just as many secrets as stains. He smelled like aftershave and gun oil, and I needed it on me like a cheap cologne. I snaked my hands around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling his manhood through the thin white cotton fabric of his standard issue boxers. It pressed against me, and I felt my own cock pulse with need for more. I long to taste every part of him. I salivate at the thought of putting him in my mouth and hearing his soft moans of pleasure. I imagined his fingers slipping into me. The thought made me so hard I felt like my cock might burst from the pressure. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I needed to feel him inside of me. The thought of meeting his thrusts with my own made me leak onto the sheets. I want to ride him and watch his slitted eyes look at me with pure desire. The feeling of his climax pushes me over the edge. And for a few seconds the awfulness of life is washed away by euphoria. It is at that moment I am truly happy. Afterwards, when we’ve come down from our orgasmic high, we shower our sweat and sin away. We lay in bed curled into each other, fantasizing about a life together. A place far from judgment and shame. A small ranch in the mountains where the summers are cool and the winters are a wonderland. A place where we sleep in every morning on a large comfy bed holding each other under a mound of white cotton fabric that caresses our bare skin. We are awakened by the sounds of rowdy children as they jump on the bed pleading for pancakes and bacon. It’s a beautiful dream that we know can never be, but it keeps the ugly world away until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. The next day comes and our masks return. We pick up our scattered uniforms, not saying a word. Our feelings go numb, as we ignore the aching in our hearts. A brief kiss and a hug that ends too quickly punctuates the death of our fantasy before we go back to our barracks and try not to die before the end of our tour.

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The Ride

Danny was the guy everyone wanted to be-athletic and good-looking. He was the perfect specimen of the all-American guy. Everyone in his small town treated him like a hero. But Danny wasn’t interested in any of it. Sure, he played the part of the high school all-star and he dated all the pretty girls to make everyone happy. However, Danny wanted something else, something that he knew would turn the whole town against him if it got out. He was certain even his parents would shun him. For the longest time, Danny kept this secret to himself, never giving the slightest hint that he was different. In fact, the only time he lowered his guard was late at night in his room, long after his parents had gone to bed. He would shed his clothes and lay in bed gripping his manhood while fantasizing about being with other men-or more precisely-one man in particular, Marcus.

Marcus was only a few years older than Danny, but he looked more mature. While Danny’s muscular physique was molded by years of playing sports and working out in the gym, Marcus’s came from hard work at both the town’s auto body shop and his parents’ farm. He was never the popular guy, his family wasn’t rich, and he didn’t get the best grades in school. When he graduated high school, he went to work at the auto body shop full time and continued to live with his parents. He used the extra money to buy himself a motorcycle. He dreamed of one day just packing up and hitting the road. He wanted to travel around the country, seeing the sights by day and sleeping under the stars at night. His desire to see the world was born from a need to get away from their small town and their small minds, and to find someone he could be with openly and unapologetically. After he bought his bike, he started saving up so he could move to L.A. Marcus never told anyone his secret, but he never hid it either. Deep down there was someone Marcus liked, someone he thought was unattainable until one summer day.

It wasn’t unusual for either of them to see each other around Main Street in their small town. One would take fleeting glances while the other was distracted and vice versa. Today was going to be different, today Danny wasn’t going to just look at Marcus, he was going to talk to him. He saw Marcus leaning on his motorcycle as he strode down the sidewalk. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the sweat running down the curve of his spine as he slowed and turned to Marcus. Today was the day, it had to be. Danny had tried all summer but always chickened out at the last minute.

He gave Marcus a once over. Admiring how his white tank top accentuated his bulging arms and clung to his firm chest. Danny may be the all-American jock, but Marcus exuded an alpha like quality that made Danny want to drop to his knees.

“Nice bike,” Danny said, trying to keep the shake out of his voice. Marcus looked up, surprised to find the town jock talking to him.

“Thanks,” he said, trying to hide his discomfort. There were rules in small towns like this, and one of those rules was that people like him didn’t socialize with people like Danny.

“So… what’s it like riding on one of these?”

Marcus gave Danny the once over, not bothering to be discreet about it to see how he would act, but Danny avoided his gaze. He decided to take it a step further. “Do you want a ride?”

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