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“For someone who’s never played racquetball before, you sure picked it up quickly!” conceded Brad, leading the way off the court and into the locker-room.
“Beginner’s luck, I guess…” grinned Zach.
“Don’t tell Blake that you beat me…” instructed Brad. “I’ll never hear the end of it…”
“Deal…” winked Zach, kicking off his trainers and starting to strip off his sweaty t-shirt.
Brad tried to focus his attention on anything except Zach. There was no denying that he wanted to see what the kid looked like naked, but he didn’t want to give the impression of being a pervy kind of guy. But Zach didn’t seem self-conscious in any way, throwing his towel over his shoulder and walking naked through the locker-room to the shower. As he followed Zach into the showers, Brad couldn’t keep his eyes off the kid’s smooth, hairless ass. Brad’s cock instantly began to chub up as he imagined pushing his face between Zach’s firm round ass-cheeks.
Hanging their towels on the hooks near the open row of showers, Brad turned on the shower and immediately stuck his head under the cold water to try and cool himself down a bit.
“Fuck that’s cold…” he spluttered.
“Isn’t there any hot water?” asked Zach, tentatively testing the water with his hand.
“Yeah, it will warm up in a minute…” confirmed Brad. “I guess I just wanted to clear my head a bit…”
Brad tried to think of suitably safe conversation topics so that he didn’t get distracted by watching Zach soaping himself up, but having the kid standing next to him naked was really messing with Brad’s self-control.
“So… what are your plans for this afternoon?” asked Brad, turning his shower tap a bit colder to try and keep his cock from giving too much away.
“I’m going to just go home and relax a bit…” replied Zach. “I’ve got a trial shift at a bar in town tonight, so I want to make sure that I’ve got plenty of energy for that.”
“Will you be dancing?” asked Brad.
“Yeah, my first shift as a go-go boy…” grinned Zach. “They were a bit reluctant to hire me as I don’t have any experience, but I convinced them to give me a try tonight so that I could show them what I could do.”
“Excellent…” nodded Brad. “That’s the kind of enthusiasm and persistence that employers want to see. Have they told you what to wear?”
“They seemed pretty relaxed about that…” shrugged Zach. “What do you think I should go with? I’ve got a pair of baby-blue Aussiebum briefs, or I’ve got Pump jockstrap in neon pink?”
“Um… I don’t know if I’m the right person to ask…” mumbled Brad, turning the tap on his shower colder again, trying to keep his cock under control while his head was filled with images of Zach dancing on a bar in his underwear.
“The briefs are cute, but I know that my ass looks really good in the jock…” continued Zach. “Which do you think guys will be more into?”
“Maybe the briefs?” suggested Brad. “It’s only your first shift, why not get a feel for how it all works before you reveal everything, so to speak…”
“Yeah, I guess so…” nodded Zach. “That’s good advice. Thanks, Uncle Brad…”
“Stop calling me Uncle!” exclaimed Brad.
Turning the shower off, Brad grabbed his towel and quickly dried himself off. Zach followed him back to the locker-room where Brad was getting his clothes on as fast as possible.
“Are you in a rush?” asked Zach.
“I’ve got to get back to class…” explained Brad. “Good luck with the trial shift at the bar tonight. Let me know how you get on.”

Can I call you Uncle?
Can I Call You Uncle? is the first in the Coyote Tales series of erotic gay fiction written by Coyote and Gareth Johnson.

We’re currently serialising the story. This is the ninth instalment — read earlier episodes here.

Model: Covax. Photographer: Coyote Studios
Model: Covax. Photographer: Coyote Studios

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Wednesday Wisdom: Heteronormativity

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I find it hard to shake my perception that dating is ultimately about finding ‘the one’ — that you may have to kiss a lot of frogs in the process, but ultimately you’re hoping to find someone that you really connect with, that you have amazing sex with, that you want to move in together and do domestic things with, that you want to introduce to your family, that you want to go on vacation with, that you want to grow old with and live happily ever after.

That’s pretty much what I’ve seen in my family, that’s what I’ve seen in movies. For some gay couples that I know, that’s exactly how it works.

It’s not difficult to understand that from all of our cultural and environmental influences, we’re being conditioned to aspire to a ‘good’ relationship that roughly fits that Hollywood ideal. This is heteronormativity in action.

One of the foundations of much of queer theory, ‘heteronormative’ is a term first coined by academic Michael Warner in 1991. Heteronormativity is the belief that the binary genders of male and female are required for people to perform the natural roles in life — assuming that heterosexuality is the default and preferable sexual orientation.

I’m not making any moral judgements about anyone’s relationship. If it works for you, then that’s great. If you want to settle down with a husband and live happily ever after, then all power to you — that’s what equality is all about.

But it is helpful to occasionally challenge ourselves by asking if our thoughts or actions are being influenced in some way by the heteronormativity that we’re all exposed to every day.

Here’s an example. A friend of mine has been with his boyfriend for years. They live together, they bought a flat together, they decided to get married. They’ve always had an open relationship — that’s worked for them. The weekend before the wedding, he was in the toilets of XXL — a club in London — getting worked over by two muscle-bears.

My instinctive reaction was — “That’s not right…” It’s the heteronormativity talking. In my head, marriage is about monogamy, and that if you were continuing to enjoy an active and open sex life then maybe marriage is not for you. But clearly I’m applying made-up rules to situations that don’t fit the heternomative model.

Obviously, an open relationship isn’t incompatible with marriage. Neither is a monogamous relationship. But this is an illustration of the complexity that we’re all navigating as marriage equality offers additional options for how we define our relationships.

It’s too easy to apply a Hollywood-happily-ever filter to our view of a marriage between two guys. But gay guys are different, we’ve been told that all of our lives, and in that difference there’s power — just because we can get married doesn’t mean that our marriages have to look like anyone else’s, the only rules that need to apply are the ones that make sense to us.

It’s important that we don’t perpetuate the perception that ‘good gays get married’ or that marriage is only meaningful if it looks like something out of a mid-career Sandra Bullock movie.

It’s not easy to find someone that you want to spend time with, to make compromises for, and perhaps it would be a lot easier if there was a black and white set of rules that all relationships had to follow. But whatever your sexuality, relationships are messy and complicated things that really only ever make sense to the people that are in them.

Embrace love, forget heteronormativity.

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