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Dave bounced on the tumbling floor of the gym, trying to loosen up his calves a bit. He watched Aaron walk to the mat wearing these pure white shorts that matched well with his peach skin and tousled red hair. The sun hit him just right as he stretched, throwing sunbeams against the curves of his muscles. Such health, such vigor…such glowing skin and bulging arms….
“Hey Dave, are you coming out for food n stuff afterwards?… Dave…? Buddy?”
Dave gulped. “Oh shit.”
Aaron looked confused. “What?”
“Oh fuck shit.”
“What??”
“I just realized I’m gay. Like totally gay.”
Aaron lowered his arms. He looked behind himself, then back at Dave. “What just happened here?”
“I don’t know. You just made me realize I’m gay.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“I don’t know. It just…hit me.” Dave looked at his hands. “Damn.”
“…You didn’t know? Buddy we all knew.”
it was Dave’s turn to stare. “I’m sorry what?”
“Dude you didn’t know?”
“You knew?”
“I thought you knew!” Aaron said.
“I didn’t!”
“Also what on earth brought this on?”
Dave blushed. “You and your…stretching thing.”
“Me?” he squeaked.
“Yeah.”
“Uh, thanks, I think?”
“I should be thanking you. I feel so much clarity right now.”
“Good for you buddy. Are you gonna use the floor or can I do some passes?”
Dave waved him into the mat. “Yeah go for it.” He went to sit down on the bench. “Hey Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you all know?”
Aaron grinned. “You stare at our butts more than the girls.”
Dave groaned and buried his face in his hands.

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Captions are fictional. This is a gymnastics scenario, if it wasn’t explained clearly enough.

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by ccallenreese

Damien took a deep breath and tried to keep his fraying courage together. He walked up to the beef of a doorman and hoped he didn’t look too nervous. “Um. Hi.”
“ID.” The man said. It wasn’t a question.
Goddamn, why was he so hot? So toned? So sexy in leather pants? Damien was already getting an erection just from the smell of the leather. Ughhhhh. Why did he wear slacks to a leather bar? He should have brought a change of clothes to work.

When Damien handed over his ID, he noticed the doorman only had one glove.
“Ah!” He shoved his hand into his denim jacket pocket. He’d found a glove coming out of the subway earlier. Why he kept it, Damien wasn’t so sure – but he loved anything with real leather and he liked imagining it belonging to a hunk. Would make good jerk off material at least. Damien never expected it belonged to an actual hunk.
“Is this your glove by any chance?”
The statue in front of him suddenly came to life. Dude actually smiled. “Oh hey! Hot damn, yeah I think it is! Where did you find it?”
“Coming out of the subway,” Damien stammered.
“Shit. I had them in my back pocket. A dear friend gave them to me. I was so upset I lost one on the way over.” The man exchanged Damien’s ID for the glove; he took it with a fond look and slid it on his hand. “Perfect. Thank you, man.”
The guard stuck the gloved hand out.
Damien shook it. The grip was dominant and thick. Goddamn that alone made the blood rush to his dick. “No-no problem. The leather’s a good look on you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

The guard opened the door and stuck his head in. “Hey Liam, give this guy a drink on the house will ya? He found my glove.”
Damien blinked. No one had ever bought him a drink before! He blushed. “Thank you Sir.”

The man chuffed. “I like you. Get in there.”

Damien found himself thrust into the darkness of the bar. The odors of beer, leather, and musk washed over him. He exhaled. God he loved he scent of men. Liam was watching him at the bar. Damien walked over to a stool. There was a hot towheaded guy in black chaps and a harness next to him. Mmm harnesses.
“Mind if I sit here?” Damien asked.
The towheaded guy looked up from his phone. “Oh you’re a cute little otter aren’t you?”
Damien blushed. “What’s an otter?”
“Aww you little innocent gay boy.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a skinny bear,” Liam said. “My boy’s an otter.”
“I’m an otter?” Damien repeated. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Oh honey no,” the towhead said. “And that’s a good thing. Otters are rare in gay leather bars…more men that like them than there are otters…”
Damien’s eyes went wide. Was he being HIT on? What parallel universe had he waked into?
“Uh uh—”
“Do you want that drink?” Liam asked.

Damien thought. He looked at the glass in the towheaded guy’s hand. “Get him another of whatever he’s having. I’ll have a Blue Moon.”
“Ooo he’s buying me a drink. I like this otter. What’s your name?”
“Damien.”
Another hand shake. This one warm and soft. “James.”
Damien smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
James scooted the chair closer. “So you come here often…?”

As they began to chat, Damien began to wonder if that glove was magical. He also pondered if that guard outside was really a person, or some sort of spirit. When Damien and James left the bar together later, he was thoroughly surprised to see that the beefy dude was still there.

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by ccallenreese

Your pup has a habit of being way too social with strangers, so you had to secure him to the lockers in the gym while you went to exercise. You know exactly where he is, and that he’s not getting into trouble. You’re also pretty sure he’s getting lots of pets, scritches, and butt slaps, all of which he loves, so your boy enjoys your gym time and isn’t bored. Having a high-energy pup has been a challenge, but over-coming it together as a duo has improved your relationship.

Plus, your boy loves the reward of smelling your clothes when you’re off in the shower. Win/win.

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by ccallenreese

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The thief stared in shock. He realized quickly that he had made a mistake. He picked the wrong apartment to try and rob. The wrong patio to hop over. Cause seriously, what the hell – they were DUDES in dog outfits! Like bodyguard outfits! And one was growling!

The thief changed his mind real quick. That laptop in the window wasn’t worth it! He threw his crowbar into the grass and hopped right back over that fence – but he felt tugging on his shoe! He looked back and yelped. God, one of the dog boys had his shoe and he looked mad! The thief let his foot slip out of it. Fuck, he wasn’t looking back again. He’d come back for that shoe later.

The thief could hear them “barking” as he ran off.

He had no idea the whole thing was caught on video, and soon he’d be the laughing stock of the kink community.

The pups got filet mignon wrapped in bacon that night.

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Caleb mulled this over in his head for the millionth time. This was either going to be a new beginning for his partner Hank, or Caleb was going to end up in a studio apartment with a new dog. One or the other. Caleb gave the puppy a scritch. “Either way, I’ll take care of you.”
The puppy licked his hand. It was hard to be logical with a face that cute.

Caleb also knew that getting pets as gifts was a bad idea, but he assured himself it wasn’t exactly impromptu. Hank had told him he wanted a dog one day. He still had a photo in their room of his childhood dog, T-bone. Their lives as a couple had been so turbulent lately. Going to the MIddle East had been a bad idea for a young man already stamping down trauma from sexual abuse in his teens. It had just made things so much worse when Hank came home. Caleb barely recognized him.

Hank tried though to get better, and Caleb still loved him even though he was broken. He wanted to help. Caleb wanted someone there when he had to work and Hank felt alone. Caleb had read another story of a man who had escaped depression with a pup. This had to work.

Caleb pulled in the driveway. He texted Hank. “You here right?”
A long moment passed. Caleb wondered if he’d been in the bathroom. 

“Yeah why?” Hank typed back.
“Good. I got a surprise for you.”
“Should I come out?” The response was a bit quicker this time.
“No I’ll come in.”
“???”

Caleb turned off the truck. “Alright, Eugena, ready to go meet your new Daddy?”
The puppy’s tail wagged. Caleb picked her up and she squirmed in his hands.
“Alright, Batgirl, hold still now.” Caleb got out of the cab and shoved his phone into his pocket. “Alright, alright.”

Caleb came in the house. “Hank?”
“Yeah?”
“Come here, I want you to meet someone.”
Caleb heard the footballs. Hank came around the corner from the kitchen and stopped. He stared at Caleb, and at Eugena, dumbfounded. “…You got a dog?” he whispered.
“I got you a dog,” Caleb corrected. He set the puppy down and pointed. “Go on, go say hi.”

Hank got down on a knee. “Come here, baby.”
Eugena was a smart girl. She bolted over and Hank scooped her up. “Hello! Aren’t you precious? Oh my god you are so precious. Aww yes, hi…” Hank leaned against the wall of the hallway, body folded around the small dog licking his face. “You are so precious… oh Caleb, I can’t believe this. She’s perfect!” Hank hugged her.

Caleb watched Hank’s shoulders hitch and he realized his partner was crying. Caleb found himself pushing tears of his own out of his eyes.
“She’s pretty cute,” Caleb said.
“I love her so much. Oh Caleb, thank you thank you. She’s so warm.”

Caleb sniffled. “I’m not sure you’ll be thanking me when you have to house break her, but …she should keep you company and give you structure when I’m here. She’ll keep you safe.”
“She’s perfect,” Hank repeated. “What’s her name?”
“Well, the shelter called her Eugena.”
“mmm. I think we can keep that for now. Oof, you sure do like giving kisses.” Hank looked at Caleb. “Thank you. More than you’ll ever know. I love you and appreciate you, and I am so glad you stick with me even when i suck.”
“You don’t suck. Your brain is making you think you suck. We’re gonna fix that.” Caleb smiled and went to go get tissues. He was feeling flushed with success. Caleb didn’t know that while he was gone, Hank was thinking of going into the garage and running the car. He was just thinking of ending everything. That’s why there’d been a long pause. Hank was on the way to the garage, when his phone dinged, and Hank made the decision to answer it.

In the weeks, and months, that followed, Hank began to feel he made the right choice by looking at his phone. It was a decision he dwelled on even years down the road, like when Eugena became the ring bearer at their wedding. Hank couldn’t fathom not being around for moments like this. I mean, you couldn’t believe how cute that dog was with a flower crown on. Oh, and Caleb was not bad looking in a suit either.

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“Are you serious? You put the milk in before the cereal?”
“Well, sort of. You just put the milk in, and keep adding handfuls of cereal until you’re done eating. It stays crunchy that way.”
“…How did I get all the way to marrying you without realizing this?”
“Well we don’t eat that much cereal, but I think cause you were too busy playing footise with my cock under the table.”
“Oh right… Still, though, bro. That cereal thing. We gotta fix that. Cereal before milk. It’s just how it goes.”
“Nope. Get on my level. Admit your inferiority.”
“Inferiority?? Why I have never been so offended in my life. Cereal before milk is a time honored tradition!”

He pauses. “Are we really doing this? Our first fight as a married couple is going to be over cereal?”
“Oh. Hm. Do you just want to skip to the make up sex?”
“Yeah ok, fine by me. Milk first though.”
“Did you say something under your breath there?”
“Hm? What? No nothing. Grab the lube, babe.”

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“So I’ll pick up the cake for the party, and then you can pick up the wine mom loves and – …Jesus, Marty, what is that?”
“What’s what?” He asks, brow furrowed.
“This.” She points to his back. “Looks like an infectious disease. Is your tattoo infec… wait. Are those – bite marks??”
“Uuuuuhhh…”
“Dude, those are some serious marks.”
Marty rubs the back of his neck and turns red. “Um, my boyfriend is a little possessive?”
“Are you sure he’s not a werewolf?”
“Oh shut up sis. He’s not even hairy.”
“Ha! Well. Be careful, if he tries to eat you you may want to break up with him.”
“With how good he is in bed? I think not.”
“…I love you Marty, but I don’t want to picture you getting laid. Congrats on the sex though.”
“Thanks, Jen. I’m proud of myself too.”
“Just uh, don’t wear a tank top to mom and dad’s anniversary party ok?”
“Duly noted.”

[The day of the party]

Marty looks in the mirror and adjusts his shirt. He pauses, then gasps. “Oh fuck he gave me a hicky last night! Fuck!” He runs to his roommate’s room. “Harvey, honey, you need to cover this up.”
Harvey looks up from his issue of Cosmo. “Oh now you want to play with my make up. Everyone snobs a drag queen until they need one. MMhmm.”
“Pleaaaaaase? I’ll buy you dinner at that bougie Italian place you like.”
Harvey sighs in a dramatic way. “Fuck, you know I have a weakness for ravioli. Alright, alright. I’m only doing this cause it’s your parents. jock gays and your problems…”

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by ccallenreese

I found this online, and thought I’d share. This is my favorite novella. It’s not gay fiction. It’s written by Stephen King. Still, though you guys may enjoy it – The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon.

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Like all good gay boys, Tanner had a variety of underwear in his drawer for many occasions – jockstraps to show off the ass (or ya know exercise), boxer briefs for work, silk pairs for slacks (no hems show through!), and swim wear. But it was pretty rare that Tanner had an actual reason to go shopping for something new – until now. Tanner’s boyfriend was taking him to White Party. He still couldn’t believe he was actually going, and going with Jakob at that. Tanner forgot sometimes that Jakob made baller money. All Tanner had to do was pay for his own flight. He felt like Cinderella going to the ball.  

Before this, Jakob had been a fuck buddy for almost a year, and Tanner had been so proud of himself to have a male friend just for sex. Wasn’t it mature? Sophisticated even? How cool was he that he could fuck without strings or shame? Especially since in high school and college Tanner had been just so infatuated with any hot man with a working dick that paid attention to him. Jakob was a sign for Tanner he was growing up.

Tanner didn’t expect the fling would go on for a year, or that both started getting jealous of the time each spent with other men. They were monogamous for now, but it was flexible. It was open. Tanner was kind of glad, because he had heard what happened at White Party stayed there. Palm Springs was like the Vegas for gays anyway wasn’t it?

Whatever it was, there would be a LOT of gay men there. The infamous pool parties would be a buffet of dicks and butts, and Tanner had to look perfect. He had to stand out from every other white twink – of which there would be a thousand – and make Jakob stay interested. This meant Tanner had to be sexy and stylish by the pool, and regular wear wasn’t going to cut it.

Still, with so many gay men in one place, there was a problem of probability. If Tanner bought a common brand of swim wear, there was a strong chance someone else would be wearing it. The first few stores he went to, Tanner did notice the same items appearing over and over. So he shifted to boutiques and found more of what he was looking for. On the verge of burn out, Tanner walked into a store called Fresh in West Hollywood and found what he was looking for in five minutes flat.

They were perfect. White was bold, but black was sexy. The black-out patch over his cock drew attention to it but said – you can’t have it! The stripes on the back though invited you to look and made his ass look wider. They teased. They flaunted. Tanner took a pair to the fitting room.

He shimmied out of his clothes, put on a thong (for sanitation, you know), and pulled on the swimming briefs. He held his breath as the elastic fabric slid over his ass. Tanner stared in the mirror.

Yes!

Tanner let his head roll back as he sighed in relief. The fit was perfect. Meant for him. Tanner turned in a circle. Jakob would love these! Tanner didn’t even care that they were $60. He looked fucking hot.

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