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Mike grinned and ordered, “Strip! I want to see your underwear.” Private Celebration And we’re off! I thought with a catch in my breathing and a twitch in my groin. In seconds we were stripped to our briefs. Randy was in white Calvin Klein briefs; Mike was in yellow 2(X)ist bikinis; and I was in my turquoise Jockey bikinis. We openly scoped each other out before Mike turned to Randy and said, “Uh-uh. Those Calvin’s are too conservative. Did you bring something, uhm, sexier?”

It took a moment for the meaning of Jordan’s words to sink into my brain. When I told him I’m gay, his response was “Gee, Cal, I was hoping that was the case.” And he looked sort of relieved sitting there on the other side of the table from me. “Uhm,” I started, “then you’re glad I’m gay?” His grin widened. “Yes, I am,” he nodded, “because so am I.” “You’re gay?” I asked stupidly. “Completely. A Kinsey 6.” “Huh?” “Oh, sorry. You know about the Kinsey Report, ri

Hey, @Daddydavek, I think you might want to check out chapter 7 when it comes up!

Saturday I spent Saturday morning doing my calculus and physics homework so I didn’t have to worry about it over the rest of the weekend. I got everything done except some reading for English lit that I planned to do Sunday evening. I called Melody after lunch to try to keep communications open with her. Frankly, our date the previous evening had been okay, but I had felt slightly distracted as had been rather common ever since the trip to Austin and, frankly, a bit irritated when I fou

Back Home I tried to reach Melody again when I got home, but still went to voicemail. “Hey, Melody, uhm, I’m home now. I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon.” I clicked off and checked the time. 9:54. Where the hell is she? I wondered. I stripped off and was just heading into the shower when my phone buzzed with a text message. Thinking it would be Melody, I grabbed it from the bed, but it was Randy instead. RANDY: Hey dude. ME: Hey back. RANDY: Can’t get an answer fro

Patsy Cline! The greatest heart-breaking singer of all time. Love her and love you for introducing her in our saga, @Summerabbacat.

I am laughing, @Summerabbacat, because I had the same thoughts as I penned that conversation. Sometimes what is not said is more revealing than what is said. Bless Rick, he's trying to give her the benefit of the doubt but he is also hearing those unspoken words. You are very perceptive, Sir!

State Championship Finals The finals started early on Saturday morning. My family and Randy’s mother and father were there to cheer us on, as were John Wells’ parents and grandparents and Kelly Rodriguez’ widowed mother, who had ridden from Lubbock with the Wells. All the swimmers were so tense, they just wanted the event to be over so they could go back to being kids. That was me, too. As everybody was warming up, I became aware of all the Speedo’s in the Natatorium. Damn! I’d never

Preliminaries The preliminary heats were scheduled for Friday morning at 10:00 after a warmup period earlier. The races were held every 15 minutes with diving prelims happening between the races at a different pool next door. It was busy and intense, but we were finished by 12:30. Mom and Dad and Eileen rooted for all the CHS swimmers and made me feel very well-supported. This is Mike’s yearbook photo of me entering the pool for the final lap of the relay in which I gained 1.21 se

Practice Day After a day of practice sessions in Round Rock, we ate an early dinner at a Chili’s and then went to a park along the river where we strolled around a bit just to enjoy the trees and other foliage, something we don’t have a lot of in the West Texas plains. Mike, in his role as the official Mustang Yearbook photographer snapped several photos of us hanging out at the park to balance the ones of us at the Round Rock pool. I guess as a swimmer you really can’t be shy about

Regional Championship In early February we had our regional meet at the Texas Tech University Natatorium here in Lubbock. That was cool because my whole family and Melody and her dad were in the stands to root me on. Being one of the local high schools, many students, faculty, and family members attended, too. The community support probably helped us do our best. Unbelievably, I beat Randy in the 200-yard freestyle and set a regional record at 1:37:11, just a fraction of a second ab

This story is about some hot times I had as a high school senior about five years ago. I grew up in the main city of the Texas Panhandle, Lubbock, home of Texas Tech University and the National Wind Power Center and about 250,000 sunbaked and windblown residents. It’s not a particularly exciting city compared to places like Austin and Dallas, but it was a safe and mostly pleasant place to grow up. My name is Richard Griffin but my friends call me Rick. I turned 18 in the fall of my senio

Three high school seniors. Three best friends. Three good swimmers. Three horny teenagers. The plot is pretty obvious, but the twists and turns will sometimes surprise you and sometimes delight you. Join Rick, Randy, and Mike as they grow closer than ever before in the last months of senior year as they learn things about themselves that shock them, excite them, and drive them forward into manhood. This is a coming of age story that is shared by all three friends.

First Date Jordan stood as I crossed Kelly’s patio towards him. My heart skipped a beat as I took in his simple black button-down collared shirt topped with a tan corduroy sport jacket. Below the jacket I could see tight black Wrangler jeans and ornate tan cowboy boots. To set off his look, his hair was clean and coiffed a bit and he wore a mask made from red bandana fabric. Jordan extended his hand toward me and I took it when I reached him. He gripped my hand tightly and held it

Awakening I think I was sprawled out on my back in the deepest part of my sleep cycle when my bed shook a little. I’m not quite sure if that movement woke me or if it was the warm body that rolled up against my side, the granite-like erection that thumped against my hip, or the arm that crossed my belly as its hand grasped my pectoral muscle. But I did slowly come up from that place of pure nothingness to a fairly alert awareness of the presence of another. For a moment, I thought it was

New Truths We were very quiet as we showered for real this time, washing off the debris of our hot sexual escapade. Afterwards, we dried off and went to our separate quarters to dress. When I had pulled on a tank top and pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs, I called out, “Alan?” There was silence. I knew he was in his sleeping area so I walked the few feet to his curtained entry. The curtain was open and I saw him sitting on the side of his bed, leaning over with his head in his hand

Afternoon Delight After my exciting talk with Jordan, the walk home seemed to happen in no time. I couldn’t believe I had actually suggested we should go out together and he had agreed. I have a date with a man! I guess you could say I’ve had a bunch of dates with Alan over the past couple of months, but somehow this date with Jordan felt very, very different, even more exciting in some ways. And, we’ve not even come out to each other. What if, God forbid, Jordan is just a really nice

Adios, Daddio I had to skip my English Lit Zoom class in order to have breakfast with Dad, but it was well worth it. I had baked some simple sausages and biscuits in the oven while I scrambled some cheesy eggs on the stove. We enjoyed the hot meal and the last few minutes of Dad’s visit. I carried a plate in for Alan as he was viewing a Physics lecture and Dad and I sat at our little dining table. “Thank you so much for making the trip up here to see me, Dad. I needed so badly to

Afternoon Delights About 3 p.m., Dad left to go to his motel to check in and rest a bit before dinner. We decided to meet at 6:30 at O’Neill’s Irish Pub, which had reopened its nice outdoor seating area recently. Dad asked me to invite Alan to join us and promised that he would not make Alan uncomfortable. After Dad left, I found myself almost bubbly with excitement and relief that Dad had responded so positively to my coming out, my relationship with Alan, and the modeling opportunity.

Some Deep Sharing Dad held me against his shoulder for as long as I needed until I was ready to share some more. When I sat up, pulling away from him in the process, he said, “Are you okay, Cal?” I grinned at him, “I’m great, Dad, really great.” “So am I, son.” “It’s such a relief to have that off my chest.” “I can’t quite imagine, I suppose, but I know it always seems less stressful when you aren’t hiding anything from those around you.” “Yes,” I nodded. “May

@drsawzall, there is more to come from Daddy's visit. It might take a couple of additional chapters. I would not have gotten it posted for another week if I had gone on. But I do have a lot of ideas for what happens next!

Remembering Sixth Grade Trauma Frankly, even though I slept well in Alan’s embrace on Saturday night, when I awoke a bit early on Sunday morning, I was unsettled. I was a little nervous and anxious about speaking with Dad about the modeling work and possibly coming out to him, too. It was a lot, but I was convinced I could not go forward with the modeling without talking it all out with Dad. After becoming conscious, I lay against Alan for as long as I could before I had to get out o

Saturday Afternoon Alan and I got home from Trevor’s around 12:30 following my photo shoot. It had been fun, tiring, a bit scary, and very sensual being so underdressed while this very handsome man told me how to position myself and make facial expressions that are sexy. I kelp telling myself to remember this information for later. As soon as we had the door to the loft closed, Alan said, “Put down that duffel bag, strip, and get on the bed.” As I looked across the sleeping ar

@Steve Farner, @Tonyr, @drsawzall. @long1jo, @RJRBD100, @VBlew, @pvtguy, and @JCtoGO2, You are the best damn readers of them all. Thank you so much for taking the whole journey with Art and Mike. Obviously you cared about them. I'm glad you shared in the joy of discovery in the beginning and the joy of belonging and a lifetime of caring between them at the end. I found this relationship to be always changing and growing as these men encouraged each other to be their best selves. I love how they embraced Kathy and George who completed their special friend's life. Thank you for sharing your kind words with me about this story. As I shared in the prelude, this is based on a true incident. There was a hustler at the Capitol. There was an elderly aunt who invited me to dinner near the Capitol. There was a simple room in a broken-down hotel. We did go to coffee a few times. He was trying to get home to Utah. And I did drive him there in order to help him and to see the beautiful country between Denver and Salt Lake. Unfortunately, the rest of the story -- the lifelong friendship -- is how I wish it had happened, but it did not. If my "Hustler-with-a-heart-of-gold" sees this and remembers that crazy kid who drove you to Utah, please send me a note. I've wished I could connect again for decades. I hope you had a good life and your dreams really did come true! Thanks again for sharing this fictionalized "true" story and for expressing that you liked it. Love you guys! Ken

Anticipation During the week after Alan’s photo shoot, I found myself waffling back and forth about my own photo shoot scheduled for Saturday morning. I would worry the whole idea was just a little too out there. What if someone from the family were to see some of the photos? What if Jordan or Johnny or Luis or someone else from the Landscaping Department saw the photos? Would the existence of such photos haunt me throughout my life? But I surely could use the extra income. And the id