This is my first published attempt at writing a gay scene. I'm pulling from my own experiences for this, but would still love any feedback you have for me. I believe I've written something relatable and real—though that could be my writer's hubris talking. Regardless, I've definitely written something sensual and sexy. As always, I hope you enjoy.
"Yo, Jesse," Albert called across campus to the short guy stalking through the quad to get to his next class. Jesse had definitely heard Albert call his name, but pretended otherwise. Unfortunately for Jesse, Albert was on a full ride scholarship to Oregon State for his performance on the track team, specifically for the 200 meter dash, so he easily caught up to the boy.
"Jesse. Hey," Albert said casually, not even out of breath, "you probably didn't hear me calling for you. This campus is a madhouse."
Though Albert towered a full head over Jesse, Albert never made much of a deal about it. In fact, Albert even slouched a little just to try and lessen any overbearing presence he might impose. Jesse glanced up at the boy and gave a little smile, but continued towards his next class. It was, after all, all the way across campus—and he didn't have nearly the athletic prowess that Albert had.
Albert didn't seem to notice or mind the cold reception Jesse gave him, and just kept on talking. "Dude, the boys are planning an outing to Collins Beach. You should come."
Jesse clutched his binder to his chest and barrelled through a crowd of loitering students before reuniting with Albert on the other side. Despite not having the long legs of a track star, Jesse had the barrel chest and broad shoulders necessary to get through life a little shorter than the average man.
"Who are the boys?" Jesse asked. He suspected he might already know the answer but wanted to check just in case.
"Ah, you know," Albert said nonchalantly, tucking his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts. "The boys. Mark, Randy, Gavin..."
Jesse gave Albert a sidelong glance. These were all guys him and Albert had gone to high school with. Mark was alright, Randy was cool, Gavin was a bit of a showboater, but otherwise harmless. "That's all?"
Albert stayed quiet for a while, contemplating the sidewalk as they strolled. Despite being a musclebound athlete from head to toe, he still had a face for contemplating. "Well, and Derek."
"There's the kicker," Jesse muttered under his breath. Derek was just a straight up asshole.
"Oh come one, Jesse," Albert whined. "Look, Derek's the one with the van, so Derek has to go. But we'll spend as little time with him as possible."
Jesse huffed slightly. "What, you, Mark, Randy, Gavin, and I are all just gonna ditch Derek the moment we get to..."
"Collins Beach," Albert finished, as if Jesse should already know all about Collins Beach. "And no, I wasn't talking about Mark, Randy, and Gavin—well, maybe Randy can hang—but I was talking about you and me. Just us, dude. It'll be fun."
At that, Jesse actually perked up a little. The other guys were alright, but Albert was a genuinely great dude to chill with. He'd spent countless nights listening to Jesse's dreams of getting a Ph.D and joining the field of academia, and Jesse had done the same for Albert's dreams of the Olympics. However far-fetched either of these goals were, each boy had supported the other.
"How far is Collins Beach?" Jesse asked.
"Oh, dude it's—" Albert started. "Wait, you've never heard of Collins Beach?"
Jesse shook his head. "Nope. Not until now."
"Dude," Albert said slyly, "you're gonna love it. It's a clothing-optional beach, and it's only like forty minutes from here."
Jesse stopped dead in his tracks. Albert, foreseeing this sudden reaction, stopped with him. Albert watched Jesse with a cocked eye while the shorter boy thought over all the implications of what he'd just been told.
"So it's a nude beach?" Jesse asked.
"I mean, yeah, basically," responded Albert. "But you can wear clothing if you want to. Still, there's probably going to be a decent number of people sunbathing in nothing but their birthday suit."
Jesse looked wide-eyed at Albert. A grin slowly crept over his face, and Albert wore one to match. But Jesse wasn't smiling for the reasons that Albert supposed. Jesse wasn't too interested in the slim possibility of seeing sunscorched tits and vag. Through all the late night talks he'd had with Albert, he'd never once let it slip that he was much more interested in cocks than pussies.
Of course, the muscle bound jock with a face for contemplating wasn't nearly so clueless as Jesse presumed. One couldn't be best friends with a closeted homosexual without having at least some ideas about him. Albert was too good a guy to even attempt to out Jesse. Ironically, though, it was Jesse who was so concerned about his own gayness that he had never supposed the same about Albert.
"Great!" Jesse beamed. "So, like, topless chicks and stuff?"
Albert smirked. "Yeah. And stuff."
Jesse began walking again, though at a much slower gait than previously. "So... are you wearing clothing, or..."
At this Albert couldn't help but laugh. Jesse didn't take it personally; he knew he'd worded the question in the least subtle way possible and simply smiled.
"Nah, dude," Albert said. "I'm going in with my big dick swinging."
Albert wasn't just being funny, either. He really did have a big dick. Plenty of guys had seen it in the locker room and couldn't help but comment on it. Though Jesse had never seen it personally, word got around. It helped that Albert was a shower rather than a grower, and the high school rumor mill was always full of stories about all the girls getting it from Albert. Not a single one of those rumors was founded on a grain of truth, though.