This is my first effort at erotica. There is more already written, coming soon.
Please be kind in your comments!
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Damn, how can a neck be so sexy.
The back of this kids neck is- well, it's just plain beautiful. Neatly trimmed hair cut to a straight horizontal line just above a smooth, pale nape of skin that invites the viewer to imagine the treasures concealed beneath the collar of his shirt.
This is my view as I walk among the throngs shambling along after the football game let out. We lost, but that was entirely expected. And almost beside the point, since it's more about the party afterwards.
Myself, I'm heading to my favorite watering hole under a big old rainbow banner. Maybe some of my buds from the engineering program will be there, but their workload sucks about now with grading mid-terms and staffing undergraduate labs. As a fourth year PhD student I caught a little more slack and have a little more time to myself. Thus my foray to the Outlands gay bar at four in the afternoon.
This place is about a mile and a half from the stadium. Parking sucks, of course, so it's just easier to walk. As I go along, people gradually peel off from the crowd towards their cars or their own favorite bars. But Boy With The Sexy Neck and his compatriots keep heading in the same direction as me. They laugh and joke, and as I gain a little ground on them I can tell- yep, they're sissy boys too.
I manage my pace so that I can continue to admire the remarkable patch of exposed flesh on this boy without seeming like I'm stalking. The boys' conversation ranges from school (they all hate freshman calc) to the dorm (the rooms are good but the food sucks) to the football game (did you see the ARMS on that wide receiver!), and I can tell that this could be fun. I wistfully think of myself at that age, and remark at how much easier it is these days to just be yourself, how lucky these boys are to have each other at such a young age.
We arrive and stack up at the front door. There's a line as the doorman checks ID's and I wonder how these guys will get in- then remember this afternoon it is 18 and over. All four boys show ID's and get big black X's across the back of each hand and head on in, giggling at who-knows-what. I say "hey Rex, busy afternoon" and flash my own ID. Being on a first-name basis with the bouncer is not necessarily a point of pride for me, as it demonstrates my own somewhat blasé approach to my academic work. But whatever, I need a beer.
Inside, its the usual cool darkness of every dive bar in the world, punctuated with slightly too loud and too upbeat pop music, forcing to atmosphere towards festive when it would rather be sordid. The boys are huddled around a small bar table drinking their special punch and peering around to see if anyone is watching them. I get the feeling they think they're hot shit and expect the world to treat them as such. How cute. I guess I felt that way at 19. And honestly, maybe the world should treat them that way, at least until they've been exposed to the pains of life and grow old and cynical like the rest of us.
I finally see The Boy With The Sexy Neck from the front, and it turns out he's not that remarkable. I don't mind this, actually. He has a high forehead with softly rounded cheekbones, a cute little chin, and a nose that turns up ever so slightly at the end. His haircut is your basic college-boy-at-the-mall job, but it suits him. His eyes are maybe just a little too widely set, but they reflect both mischief and intelligence behind them.
I get halfway through my first beer a little too quickly, and make up my mind to talk to these guys. This is not my usual modus operandi- I usually hunt in my own demographic, but today I'm expanding my horizons.
"Hey guys, what did you think of the game?"
Okay, it's a lame opening, but I'm out of my comfort zone here.
Sexy Neck Boy says "I thought it was stupid for Coach Higgins to keep trying to pass to Walker. He's not fast enough to outrun their safeties and half the time he drops the ball after he makes the catch. We should have worked the ground game and used our size advantage on the offensive line."
Well that was unexpected..
"Wow, you know a lot about football!" I say. "My name is Eric."
"I'm Tim, and this is Michael, Steve, and Sebastian. And if you want the truth, that's just what the frat boys next to us at the game we're saying. I thought it sounded really butch."
The one introduced as Sebastian blurts out "Timmy don't do that! You don't have to go all nelly when you talk to a hot guy! You totally get football and you shouldn't be afraid to show it just because you're at a gay bar." Sebastian has a certain sibilance to his speech that marked him as a true sissy, but gurrrl was fierce. He owned his sexuality and seemed to demand no less from his friends.
And he said I was hot. Awesome.
Tim- or "Timmy" according to Sebastian- demured slightly and looked down at his plastic cup of punch. He looked back up at me and said "okay so I like sports, no big deal. What brings you here on a Sunday afternoon?".
"The beer, mostly. That and I'm avoiding doing my homework- football was just the most convenient excuse for the day."
Michael pipes in "aren't you a little, um, old to have homework? Or are you a professor or something at the University?" I chuckle a little at his naïveté. "I'm a grad student in Civil Engineering. I'm working on my PhD, so no, I'm not a professor, and yes, I actually have homework."
Please be kind in your comments!
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Damn, how can a neck be so sexy.
The back of this kids neck is- well, it's just plain beautiful. Neatly trimmed hair cut to a straight horizontal line just above a smooth, pale nape of skin that invites the viewer to imagine the treasures concealed beneath the collar of his shirt.
This is my view as I walk among the throngs shambling along after the football game let out. We lost, but that was entirely expected. And almost beside the point, since it's more about the party afterwards.
Myself, I'm heading to my favorite watering hole under a big old rainbow banner. Maybe some of my buds from the engineering program will be there, but their workload sucks about now with grading mid-terms and staffing undergraduate labs. As a fourth year PhD student I caught a little more slack and have a little more time to myself. Thus my foray to the Outlands gay bar at four in the afternoon.
This place is about a mile and a half from the stadium. Parking sucks, of course, so it's just easier to walk. As I go along, people gradually peel off from the crowd towards their cars or their own favorite bars. But Boy With The Sexy Neck and his compatriots keep heading in the same direction as me. They laugh and joke, and as I gain a little ground on them I can tell- yep, they're sissy boys too.
I manage my pace so that I can continue to admire the remarkable patch of exposed flesh on this boy without seeming like I'm stalking. The boys' conversation ranges from school (they all hate freshman calc) to the dorm (the rooms are good but the food sucks) to the football game (did you see the ARMS on that wide receiver!), and I can tell that this could be fun. I wistfully think of myself at that age, and remark at how much easier it is these days to just be yourself, how lucky these boys are to have each other at such a young age.
We arrive and stack up at the front door. There's a line as the doorman checks ID's and I wonder how these guys will get in- then remember this afternoon it is 18 and over. All four boys show ID's and get big black X's across the back of each hand and head on in, giggling at who-knows-what. I say "hey Rex, busy afternoon" and flash my own ID. Being on a first-name basis with the bouncer is not necessarily a point of pride for me, as it demonstrates my own somewhat blasé approach to my academic work. But whatever, I need a beer.
Inside, its the usual cool darkness of every dive bar in the world, punctuated with slightly too loud and too upbeat pop music, forcing to atmosphere towards festive when it would rather be sordid. The boys are huddled around a small bar table drinking their special punch and peering around to see if anyone is watching them. I get the feeling they think they're hot shit and expect the world to treat them as such. How cute. I guess I felt that way at 19. And honestly, maybe the world should treat them that way, at least until they've been exposed to the pains of life and grow old and cynical like the rest of us.
I finally see The Boy With The Sexy Neck from the front, and it turns out he's not that remarkable. I don't mind this, actually. He has a high forehead with softly rounded cheekbones, a cute little chin, and a nose that turns up ever so slightly at the end. His haircut is your basic college-boy-at-the-mall job, but it suits him. His eyes are maybe just a little too widely set, but they reflect both mischief and intelligence behind them.
I get halfway through my first beer a little too quickly, and make up my mind to talk to these guys. This is not my usual modus operandi- I usually hunt in my own demographic, but today I'm expanding my horizons.
"Hey guys, what did you think of the game?"
Okay, it's a lame opening, but I'm out of my comfort zone here.
Sexy Neck Boy says "I thought it was stupid for Coach Higgins to keep trying to pass to Walker. He's not fast enough to outrun their safeties and half the time he drops the ball after he makes the catch. We should have worked the ground game and used our size advantage on the offensive line."
Well that was unexpected..
"Wow, you know a lot about football!" I say. "My name is Eric."
"I'm Tim, and this is Michael, Steve, and Sebastian. And if you want the truth, that's just what the frat boys next to us at the game we're saying. I thought it sounded really butch."
The one introduced as Sebastian blurts out "Timmy don't do that! You don't have to go all nelly when you talk to a hot guy! You totally get football and you shouldn't be afraid to show it just because you're at a gay bar." Sebastian has a certain sibilance to his speech that marked him as a true sissy, but gurrrl was fierce. He owned his sexuality and seemed to demand no less from his friends.
And he said I was hot. Awesome.
Tim- or "Timmy" according to Sebastian- demured slightly and looked down at his plastic cup of punch. He looked back up at me and said "okay so I like sports, no big deal. What brings you here on a Sunday afternoon?".
"The beer, mostly. That and I'm avoiding doing my homework- football was just the most convenient excuse for the day."
Michael pipes in "aren't you a little, um, old to have homework? Or are you a professor or something at the University?" I chuckle a little at his naïveté. "I'm a grad student in Civil Engineering. I'm working on my PhD, so no, I'm not a professor, and yes, I actually have homework."