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The following Friday night brought a party at a girl in our grade, Bridget’s, house. Luke, Mack, Declan, and I pre-gamed at Mack’s house with some stuff he got from older lacrosse players he knew. We made our way on bikes to Bridget’s house, ready for a fun night ahead with about 30 people from our graduating class. The rare chances we had in high school at real parties once or twice a month were a treat, and our whole group loved them outside of Grant. It just wasn’t his thing We rol

Shockingly, the rest of Friday night went pretty normal. After I jerked Declan off (to put it bluntly), we got ready and went to Mack’s for the night, all of us staying over in his basement, playing video games late into the night before drifting off to sleep. Declan didn’t seem to change his attitude or teasing nature at all with me or anyone else - it was as if nothing had happened. In fact, I wasn’t sure if I was more relieved at how normal things were or disappointed that it didn’t seem to f

@Summerabbacat @VBlew @drsawzall Thanks you three! I did get a lot of feedback when I posted this series on my Patreon back in July so in response to that, I'm going to bring these characters back, but it'll be in a larger series that also included characters from 2 of my other series (which I've yet to post here but will over time). Def check out Northern Lights! It's definitely how most people have found me from various sites and we're through 34 parts on my Patreon. If any of you are interested, check it out! Images of Jack and Matt too

Jack sat hunched on the bench, cleats untied, his head resting against the cool, damp tiles on the wall of the locker room. Halftime. Still 0-0. 45 minutes until a state champion would be crowned. The one thing he knew for sure was that Matt's side couldn't simply hold out for a tie like they usually did. Matt’s team’s defensive-first approach had earned them tons of points all season by holding their opponents scoreless but now one team had to truly win. Jack could feel Matt’s presence eve

As I entered the bathroom with Declan showering, I heard him screech. We had a pretty large walk-in shower in this guest room but it was extremely frosted so I couldn’t make out anything other than his silhouette. “Hey Deck.” I said calmly but with more anxiety than I’d ever felt in my life. “Uh can I fucking help you dude? I know you got a glimpse in the hallway but that wasn’t an invite to the whole party!” Declan said. His aggression caught me off guard. Maybe I’d misread his joke the ot

The glow of the field’s large scoreboard in the corner mocked Jack’s patience from the sideline Tuesday night. It had been about nine days since he’d felt Matt’s soft, fluffy blonde hair brush his inner thigh, since Matt’s breath had warmed his groin. Jack swayed back and forth on the sideline, antsy and ready for the semifinal game against the three seed, his cleats digging into the grass. His team had earned a bye this past weekend in round one as the two seed (as had Matt’s as the one se

Friday rolled around as the calendar turned to March. Luke and Mack both had games tonight and Grant had a cross country meet, so even though we’d likely all end up at someone’s house later in the night, post-school hangs were just Declan and I today. Just as I’d hoped for. I invited him over to my house and challenged him to 1 on 1 basketball on my hoop outside, hoping to work up enough of a sweat (even in the cold) that he’d feel the need to rinse off, especially with my parents out for

Matt tossed and turned in his bed Saturday night, unable to sleep thinking about the 4AM alarm set to wake him for another confrontation with Jack. He still couldn’t believe that he’d saved Jack’s shot Friday, finding a new gear of speed from the motivation to impress his bitter rival and ‘friend’. He’d made a subconscious decision in the moment of the handshake line as he had one arm around Matt’s strong, muscular frame. The aroma of Jack’s natural smell after 90 minutes on the pitch, the

Wednesday brought hump day in the school week as our thoughts shifted towards the weekend ahead. My thoughts shifted to reigniting some bravery for my plan. Luke had soccer after school today, so Declan, Grant, Mack, and I were posted up this time in Mack’s basement. The air in Mack’s basement always smelled faintly of old laundry and lingering Axe body spray from his deodorant baths in a rush to get home to group hangs after his lacrosse games. I sprawled out on the worn couch, running a

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A shadowing visit at film school turns cinematic.

I pulled my car into the entrance of my state university and stared at the conflicting road signs pointing me in various directions. Ugh fuck parking C where are you… I panicked and slowed to a crawl, scanning sign after sign that pointed to parking A, B, D, E - the whole fucking alphabet except C. HOOONK The cars behind me slammed on their horn, impatient with my confusion. I picked a direction and prayed for the best. Thank god I was so early today for my shadowing visit wi

@drsawzall @VBlew thanks both for reading and commenting!! Hope you are liking it so far! I just found Gay Authors as a site, so will slowly be posting this series on here from my Patreon.com/GoldenGhostPen , where I have tons more stories, 27 parts of this series up, and character images! Looking forward to hearing what you think!!

Sunday night was almost always dinner at Taylor and Luke’s. I was basically the fourth child of the family and almost never missed it. Their house always felt like home to me. I could come and go as I pleased, raid the kitchen, and always count on the pantry having my favorite snacks. “Oliver is here!” Taylor’s voice chirped from the kitchen, and a second later, she appeared, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. She was one of the only people who still sometimes called me by my full name. She

Jack looked to the sideline and saw the ref hold up four fingers, signaling four minutes of stoppage time at the end of the second half. He glanced at the scoreboard reading 2-2. It was two weeks before Thanksgiving, the state playoffs starting next weekend. They were 7-3-1, worth 22 points in the standings, and jockeying to be the 2 seed in the playoff bracket for a state championship. Jack tiptoed around near midfield, watching his goalkeeper secure a weak shot and coiling his own en