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RESOLUTIONS (Part 1): a Coach Rick story for the new year
I settled on the Red Jockmail Simplified Jockstrap. Yeah, let's keep this simple. I had been partial to red since that weird Christmas dream I had, the one where I was a steam punk Santa, fucking all my twinks and the narrator in a locker room.
I glanced out the window. I really had to get going. It was already starting to snow, and I didn’t want to miss the train.
HUNG BY THE LOCKERS: a Coach Rick Christmas Fantasia
I touched my jock as I was starting to get drowsy, and giggled. This was going to be a great Christmas. This blow job, Kenny, seeing the guys tonight, all put me in the holiday spirit, just so glad to be alive and to have survived my own cancer. I felt so snug in my bed, with the thick duvet pulled over me. Word-lover that I am, I thought to myself, “And here I am in my Quick Release Jockstrap, having just settled down for a long winter’s nap . . . “
Handling Brian: a Thanksgiving story
Learning to Drive with My Gym Teacher
Mr. Luca was not just any gym teacher; he was known for his friendly demeanor, approachability, and dedication to his students' overall well-being. Little did I know that his expertise extended beyond the gymnasium to the realm of driving. It didn’t hurt that he was sexy as hell. I’ve had a life-long obsession with men of Italian descendant and I think it’s safe to say it all started with him.
The Original: a short work of jock nonfiction
The coach, hanging at home on a Saturday afternoon: barefoot, tapered sweats, fitted tee to show off my “dad pecs.” In my very real life, I’m 61 – super fit and looking great, but 61. Same-sex divorced, looking again for a partner . . .