Gay male Stories

“I feel like you've been avoiding me lately, Joe. Are you mad at me?” Steve and I were both naked as he asked me this. No, we hadn't been having sex. We were both standing in the open shower of our dorm. It was early evening on Thanksgiving. I'd bugged out of my family get-together right after the meal was over. Although we all usually got along pretty well, there had been some weirdness and dysfunction this year: subtle...