Authoritarian Stories

Chapter 2 Cole The stall at the end of the bathroom was secluded. Cole loved how intimate it was compared to the rest of the building. The buzzing of the pale neons was the only thing keeping the silence away. Donovan stopped in front of the door, his sturdy back outlined by his sweat-soaked top. “Fuck, man,” Donovan said. “I hope no one saw that.” “Pretty sure nobody did,” Cole reassured him. “But you got an impressive p...

Chapter 1 Cole The gym already smelled of sweat and effort when Cole pushed open the door. Some guys were stocky and short, some were lean, others were gifted with height and broad shoulders. He liked to play with muscular jocks who harbored a clear sense of pride, and the place was filled to the brim with them. One tossed his sweatshirt onto the floor carelessly, his top clinging to straining muscles. But he didn’t come...

I sat on the train watching the trees pass as I sipped on a brown bagged 24oz can of Bud Light. Nervous and excited with memorized instructions, I felt my cock stir in the well-worn “uniform” under my shorts as my mind wandered. I finished off the beer, grateful for the slight buzz, and noticed I was only about ten minutes from my stop. I got up and grabbed my bag which had very little in it to find the bathroom to throw...