The Carwash Boy

I went out to have my car washed tonight, and this shy guy approached me timidly. He told me that the shop closed a few minutes before my arrival, and the rest of the staff has headed home. He was on the way out himself, and his working clothes have been tossed in the laundry bin. My disappointed look must have fazed him because he had a change of heart and decided to work on my car anyway.

He asked me to bring the car inside the garage, and told me to sit at the waiting area. "Can I just sit around instead?" I asked. "I'd rather keep you company than sit in a room all by myself." He nodded and proceeded to get his equipment. 

He came back wearing only his tight white underwear. "I had to take off my clothes," he quipped, "I hope you don't mind." It took me a minute to respond; water started to soak his entire body. "No, I don't mind at all," I responded. 

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by Discreet Serpent

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Ever since I hit puberty, I've been the object of desire for both women and gay guys alike. I'm not sure what they see in me. It could be the well chiseled body resulting from hard labor at the factory. Or perhaps the abundant facial and bodily hair I inherited from my Middle Eastern dad, I heard that's a thing. It may as well be my boyish charm and shy demeanor. Whatever it is, they can't seem to get enough of me. And I don't like it one bit. 

These qualities were put to the test today. I needed cash for my mom's heart operation, and I was desperate to earn it in the soonest possible time. My friend John told me he was going to a go-see for a modeling agency and asked if I was interested. I hesitated for a second, but figured that I really had little choice in the matter.

The go-see was nerve-wracking. I had no idea what to expect, and didn't know what to do. When it came to my turn, the agent asked me to step inside a small room. He calmly asked me to take off all my clothes. I nervously complied, taking my time in taking off each piece of garment. "Let me help you out," he said with a naughty grin. "Just trust me. I'll take care of you," he added. I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this. But I don't have a choice.


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The Lifeguard

by Discreet Serpent

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I used to be on the heavy side; a nerd who just wanted to spend the day reading a book in a secluded beach. How I loved those quiet mornings; the cool sea breeze, the calming sound of splashing waves, the playful birds in the background, me sitting under a palm tree. Everything changed when other guys discovered my secret spot.

A bunch of jocks, in particular, made my life miserable. They constantly picked on me, calling me names and telling me a guy with my body type shouldn't be seen without a shirt on in public. They called me an eyesore, and they laughed at me. I tried to ignore their childish antics, but they kept pushing me to my limits. One day, I decided to just stop going to that beach. I had other things to do.

That miserable experience inspired me to take swimming lessons. I trained every single day for a year. I also went to the gym on a daily basis. I was fueled by the humiliation I felt from those bullies. Never again, I said. 

Today, I came back to my favorite beach as a lifeguard. The bullies saw me, and I noticed several jaws dropping. Of course they recognized me. And now, it seems like they want me.

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by Discreet Serpent

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I needed a change. I've been doing the same shit for ten years now, and quite frankly I might lose it soon. Nothing I can do about my day job, unless I quit and find something new. Not a lot of options for a bank employee like me though. I will probably reach retirement age doing the same thing on a daily basis. I don't have time for dates, either. I would rather spend my only day off sleeping all day. 

So I decided to have my walls painted. It may sound silly, but maybe a fresh scenario when I wake up in the morning would help make the rest of the day better. The painter came over earlier than expected; I was supposed to get groceries first. I asked him to start the job while I went out to the supermarket. I heard him mumble something about forgetting to bring his work clothes, but I chose to ignore it and headed out.

When I got back an hour later, I heard music playing inside my room. The painter must have taken the liberty to turn my player on. I didn't mind, really. As long as he did a good job with my walls, I'm good.  I went inside my room to check how he was doing, and I was surprised to see him naked. He was surprised to see me; he didn't expect me back so soon. He apologized, saying he didn't have his work clothes and he can't afford to have paint on his clean clothes. "Don't worry," I said. "Everything looks really good from where I'm standing." 


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It was my first time to enter a bathhouse, and I was both really excited and really scared. I've heard stories from friends who frequent these kinds of establishments, but I never really had the courage to try it out until tonight. Nursing a broken heart can indeed make a person do crazy things. I just want to forget, even for just a moment. 

The steam area was dark and warm. I can see silhouettes of intertwined bodies in every corner. I can hear soft moans of pain and pleasure from all angles. There was a certain aroma that drove me crazy. I hesitated for a second. I am not this person. I don't do stupid things like hook up with strange people in strange places. I am a respectable family man, a father of three, a husband. I shouldn't give up on my marriage just because I caught my wife flirting with her boss.

I turned back and I bumped into him. A tall man with a full beard and a ridiculous body. I nearly slipped but he caught me in his arms. I felt his naked body on mine. His curious eyes gazed into mine. His heavy breathing silenced the entire room. No words were exchanged. He just leaned over. And kissed me.


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There he was, right across my chest exercise machine, flexing his nicely developed biceps in front of the mirror. He noticed me stare, and he gave me quick smile through his reflection. I was caught off guard and embarrassed, so I walked away and headed for the shower room. Straight guys don't smile at each other where I came from, after all.

As I was taking off my gym clothes, I heard footsteps approaching. "Nice day to work out, huh," the stranger said. "I love it when the gym is deserted," he added. "Yeah man, whatever," I replied. 

As I was walking away, I accidentally bumped the edge of my locker door. It hit me straight on the stomach, and I flinched in pain. "Here, let me help you with that," the stranger said as he touched my abs and checked for injuries. "It looks good to me," he finally said after stroking it for a few seconds. "And it feels great, too," he added with a smile. 



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I've always dreamed of being a ballet dancer. As a kid, I secretly observed as my older sister Annie practiced the steps she learned from her ballet class. I knew I was a better dancer, and I executed each step with grace. I have long wished to be given a chance to play the role of Prince Siegfred in "Swan Lake."

But Dad had other things in mind. "Alex, you need to learn how to play ball. It's the masculine thing to do," he said. "I don't want to see you wasting time in useless girly things like dancing." So I played. And I was good. A "Dancer in the Court," people would call me. I had the love and admiration of everyone.

But sometimes, late at night, I sneak into the dance studio. I put on my dance shoes, turn up the music, and become the person who I really am.

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Frankie invited his best friend, Zach, over at his family's private resort. They had the place to themselves; the place was usually deserted during weekdays. "Let's go take a swim," Zach said. Frankie took off all his clothes and dared his friend to go skinny dipping with him. Zach was only too happy to oblige.

"Catch me if you can, Zach!" shouted Frankie as he started running around in his birthday suit. Zach quickly took of his clothes and sprinted behind Frankie. A few seconds later, he grabbed Frankie from behind. "I got you, you slowpoke," said Zach with a wide grin. "And I'm never letting you go..." 

Life in Prison

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I've been in this place for two years now. Avoiding trouble by keeping my head low. Subjected to the whims and desires of people stronger than me. Whipped and tortured for being different. A prison for my body and soul. For a crime I never intended to commit. 

I loved Valentine with all my heart. He was my soul mate, and I couldn't imagine living a day of my life without him. I thrived for those mornings when I saw him lying beside me, those sweet messages that got me through the day, and those quiet evenings spent making love. I was in paradise, and I had everything that life had to offer.

Until that fateful evening. A sumptuous dinner set for two. Romantic music in the background. Candle lights illuminating the house. A faint lavender scent. A hot bath running in the tub. Valentine and my best friend Larry naked on my bed.