I just made the football team for my university, and im super stoked! The coach is having us all meet up in the locker room later today, but his email mentioned something about new rules that he was gonna be enforcing this year. Some of the more senior players in the know seem antsy about it. I wonder if I should be worried?
Unbeknownst to Owen, he’s just gone on a date with a master hypnotist whose hypno-slave has made a request that will have vast implications for Owen’s life moving forward.
Hey Pink Fairy,
Why are straight guys so weird?
I was getting dressed after a great workout, when this really jacked dude I’ve seen around the gym walked up to the locker next to mine. Since we were standing right next to each other it seemed appropriate to make some small talk. So I said that I’d seen him around and it looked like he was hitting the weights pretty hard and that I was really impressed with his physique.
It was intended it purely as a compliment, but he got all weirded out like I was hitting on him or something. He says something about “no thanks…I don’t swing that way.” or something and stalked off after slamming his locker.
It was so embarrassing. And frustrating! I mean, ok, I guess he could tell I was gay. But just because a gay dude compliments you it doesn’t mean they’re trying to get in your pants!
I wish he could learn to loosen up a bit. I mean, the guy has a body of a fitness model. Why not be happy when someone appreciates it?
Manny’s always loved the new year, but this time he’s got a partner to make it extra special. Little does he know that Neal’s idea of special might be a little different to what he has in mind.
Nico’s been a bad boy, putting work over Christmas cheer. Luckily, Daddy Klaus is paying close attention and is more than willing to correct this oversight.
Hey Pink Fairy,
I got assigned to share a suite with a couple of other guys at college this year. It is a pretty standard set up — we each have a small room for sleeping and studying with a common living area and bathroom to share.
The problem is my roommates, Brad and Zack. I just don’t mesh with them. I mean, I get it on some level. We don’t have a lot in common. They’re both jocks — tall, muscular, handsome, popular. And straight.
I’m fit, but kind of short and not terribly athletic. And I’m more of an intellectual. Me being gay hasn’t been too much of an issue for them, except…they’ve kind of made it clear that they don’t want me around much.
They treat our living area like their own private space so there is little space left for me or my stuff. They totally control the TV and gaming. And they even stop talking as soon as I enter the room, and sit there awkwardly until I finish what I’m doing and leave. I pretty quickly gave up any idea of hanging out with them, using the space, or…you know…having any kind of a relationship with either of them.
I have to be honest, they both make pretty nice eye candy. But I can’t even really enjoy that because I don’t want them to think I’m perving on them and give them even more of a reason to make things awkward around our place.
Truthfully, I’m getting kind of annoyed at the situation and being crammed in my little room all the time. I don’t need to crush on them, or be best friends with them or anything. I just wish they’d want to have me around more.
I sure could use your help.
Josh
Donny wishes his husband could stay home and play with him a lot more. His big bubble butt could always use a bit of roughing up.
My roomie has a job working in the design lab for some big tech corporation, and he’s been staying awfully late at work recently. He comes home and seems all high and bubbly, and won’t stop offering me some new jocks, even though I only wear boxers. Well last night, I got tired of it and put them on to humor him, and now my nose is all itchy. And there’s this weird scent coming from somewhere…
Quentin Quick is a minor vigilante in a city full of superheroes and supervillains. At least he is until an otherwise innocent package puts an end to his days on the street.
I’m the only out guy in my dorm building, and I’m roomed with 2 of the guys on the football team… They keep ragging on me for not knowing sports and want me to come to their games and be a “motivator” for their pregame talks in the locker room… Whatever that means.