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Straight Guys Are The Best

I grew up in a college town in upstate NY. My friends and I liked to hang out at a certain bar on weekends. We all had girlfriends, but I found guys to be a lot more enticing. The bar that we hung out at had been in operation for at least 100 years. Everything was done in antique mahogany with hardwood floors littered with peanut shells. There was a room in the back that had benches on two sides and a larger “drop pocket” pool table in the center. The walls were decorated with historic pictures of the establishment. It was dimly lit with the cigarette smoke hanging low from the ceiling. Being an avid pool player, I always seemed to find myself in this room for the majority of every evening that we were there.

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Best Barber

When I was in college, I got my hair cut at one of the two barber shops on
campus, frankly choosing the barber by his looks. This particular shop had
two barbers, both of whom were extremely good-looking. Ted was the older
of the two, probably about thirty-five, with dark blond hair and a very
athletic build. Jerry was in his late twenties, just over six feet tall,
slim, with dark curly hair, bright blue eyes and a great smile. As an
almost always horny twenty-year-old gay, my taste led me to Jerry.

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Soccer Player


Freshman year I lived down the hall from this big, scruffy, tough-boy soccer
player. One day I went to see a soccer match in which he was playing. I had
been fantasizing about him for some time -- he wasn't my usual type (I usually
fantasized about other gays). Kevin was a big, hairy, muscular jock, who
generally avoided me, probably because I seemed like some intellectual faggot--
he was basically right. I was always trying to catch covert glimpses of him in
the showers, and he probably suspected it.

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Spoof Initiation

Jack Foster was First XI football captain, almost certainly the best all
round sportsman in the school. No one had ever discovered a weakness in
Jack. His control was almost legendary. He dated the best looking girls, but
only when he wanted to. He had an inner circle of friends, changed on a whim
if one of them upset him. Every boy from year ten upwards strived to be part
of that inner circle. Every boy from year nine down knew that there was no
chance and just looked on in envy at the older boys who were. Most of the
inner circle were also first team players allowing Jack control like no
other team captain over the conduct of the whole team. Even the coach
deferred to him with regard to team activity. Jack was also a school prefect
and in his last school year before going on to university.

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