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trying my best to look threatening and imposing despite my desire to laugh out loud. I closed my raised hand into a fist. He scurried out of the apartment without a backward glance, closing the door behind him. I burst out laughing and collapsed onto Sebastian’s bed.
    “Thanks,” he said. “I couldn’t get rid of him and I didn’t want to be rude!”
    He lay down beside me and started laughing at himself and the situation.
    “It never ceases to fascinate me how your clothes just melt off when you come here,” Sebastian observed. “Let’s have a drink!”
    * * *
    “Nope, didn’t hear from him again,” Sebastian said, chuckling as he served the ball. “You make a great jealous husband!”
    We played squash for nearly an hour and, as we’re well matched in skill and level of fitness, it was a good workout. As I watched Sebastian darting around the court in his baggy clothing, I wondered why he was so modest and unsure of himself and his looks. I know that if I were into cock, I would find Sebastian to be very attractive: both physically and mentally.
    * * *
    On the night of Sebastian’s coming out party, I stayed at his place like I often did.
    “Are you sure you don’t mind sharing my bed now that you know I’m gay?” he asked me. He’d been a little unsure around me all night: unsure of my reaction to his sexuality I guess.
    “I don’t give a fat rat’s arse,” I replied. “You’re still Sebastian. You haven’t changed.”
    I’ve always found Sebastian to be an attractive person. He has good morals and ethics, a great personality, and a fun sense of humour. However I don’t find him sexually attractive. I can appreciate that he’s physically attractive, but I don’t feel any urge to shag him. In some respects, it would feel like incest. However, that night I’d drunk far too much so I grabbed Seb’s hand and placed it on my cock. No harm in trying right?
    “Justin…” he started to say.
    “Quiet,” I said, placing my hand on his cock.
    After a little mutual fondling, Seb started to suck my cock. Of course, we were teenagers and it was rock hard. After a few seconds he stopped.
    “This isn’t right,” he said.
    “Agreed!”
    So we talked about school, laughed about girls, and had our usual wrestling/tickling match that always happens whenever I stay over. Things went back to normal instantly, and we never talked about the cock sucking incident again.
    * * *
    Our hour was up, and we were exhausted. We stood panting and puffing as we said our farewells, then Sebastian headed home and I headed for the locker room. I don’t know why Sebastian doesn’t like to shower at the gym: I love it!
    I went to the locker room and opened my locker, then stripped off my shorts and threw them into my bag. Throwing a towel over my shoulder, I headed for the showers. There are private showers, but I prefer the open showers. The gym we frequent isn’t in the gay village and supposedly has a straight clientele, however I tend to receive a lot of attention whenever I shower there.
    Most people rush their showers at the gym. Maybe they’re late for work, or maybe they don’t like being the centre of attention. I, however, like to take my time. I like to soap myself up, slowly and sensuously, rubbing my hands over my chest and arse, and fondling my cock. Some of the other guys in the locker room stare openly, but more often than not they sneak sly looks at me from the corner of their eye. I have no problem with people paying attention to me and staring, as long as they just look and don’t touch. It’s a matter of respect!
    Just as I thought this, a hand worked its way through the steam and grabbed my cock. As the expression goes, I am a show-er and not a grower. When flaccid, my cock looks huge. Unfortunately, it’s the same size when it’s hard. The only difference is that it’s standing to attention. Large when flaccid, small when hard: it’s been the source of many a chuckle in the bedroom with