Gay Short Story: Best Friend's Dad

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I will start this story talking a bit about myself. I was in my early 20’s, 6ft tall, used to play a lot of sports, black hair with blue eyes.

I’ve always looked at myself as a straight guy, but had a slight suspicion I was bisexual. I wanted to have a sexual experience with another guy, but the town I grew up in was very conservative.

Sports being a big part of my life also didn’t help because I was afraid of rejection from my friends.

I was in my freshman year at the local college. I played basketball in high school and decided I wanted to play some waterpolo with my best friend.

His name was Alex and we used to hang together often.

One could say I practically lived in his house since I also worked for his dad (Johnny), who was a very feminine guy. Nobody minded that because we all thought that’s who he was.

When I made the decision to play waterpolo, I concluded I needed to become a better swimmer.

Johnny suggested I should take the morning swimming class together with him, who also wanted to learn to swim better.

 

In the following day, we went to the college, signed up for the swimming class that was three times a week at 6 AM.

Johnny and I decided he would come to pick me up at 5:30 AM, which was perfect for me.

Our routine involved swimming together for a couple of laps, then chat for some minutes during the two-hour long swimming class.

After that, our next routine was to go to the group showers. One of those days, Johnny asked why I don’t take off my speedo when showering and I replied I didn’t know why.

The truth was, actually, that was I too insecure, especially in front of someone much older than I was.

Despite that, I took my speedo off that time and we showered fully naked.

Johnny looked aroused when I did that, but I thought it was because he was rubbing soap all over himself...