Taylor Harrison stepped out of his business class at the University of Miami, blinking against the brightness of the Florida sun. Tight-bodied teenagers gaggled all around him, most of them overtopped by the six-foot-three swimmer.
"Down, boy," Taylor chuckled to himself. His knee-length boardshorts brushed against his cockhead, scraping it unkindly. It was both arousing and uncomfortable at the same time, the perfect combination to keep his cock swollen just enough to create a tantalizing bulge in his shorts. He'd given up wearing underwear two years ago and had never regretted it.
Today his bulge was fuller than usual. He'd finally decided to take a step he'd been pondering for months. He was a little nervous but more excited, and the anticipation was making him horny. Not that it took much to turn him on in the first place. At the moment, he was trembling on the verge of full-blown, irremediable public boner. He walked quickly and hoped he would make it to the library in time.
Josh Herrera was waiting for him there, kicked back in an armchair in one of the study areas. They were alone, Taylor noticed, glancing around him. It was a Friday afternoon early in the semester, and Miami's sluttiest students were getting ready to hit the clubs. He sank down in the chair opposite the other freshman, dropping his backpack beside him.
"Hey."
"Hey there." Josh had a beautiful smile, quite endearing. He stood five inches shorter than Taylor, and his mocha skin was a contrast to the taller boy's golden tan and blonde hair. Where Taylor was broad and big, Josh was lean and tight, with a runner's build. His tight button-down blue shirt and jean shorts gripped his toned body. Leather flip-flops rested by his feet, discarded for comfort. Taylor found himself doing the same with his rubber ones. A sleeveless tank paired with his multicolored shorts made him stand out even more next to the more tailored boy.
"Thanks for meeting me." Taylor relaxed in the chair, putting his few worries aside, as he'd always done in competition. Focus on the goal.
"No problem." Josh put away his phone. "Got any plans for the weekend?"
"Nothing yet. You?"
"Got a date tonight." Both boys grinned knowingly. "So, what's up?"
"Okay," Taylor said, "I'm going to have to get about this in a roundabout way, because I think I know a bunch of things about you, but I'm not sure about them, and before I start spitting things out based on my assumptions...I want to make sure I'm not being a douche. So can I ask you a few things that will hopefully help me figure something out?"
Josh looked at him more closely. "Personal things?"
"Well, yeah. We only really know each other from history class."
"Go for it."
"Okay." Taylor paused. "So I've been checking out your social media. You like guys and girls both, right?"
"Absolutely."
"So would you call yourself bi?"
Josh shook his head and chuckled. "Look...you really want the real story?"
"Yeah. That's what I'm here for. You don't pull any punches in class. Don't do it with me, either."
"Good. I'm pansexual. I don't care whether it's a guy, girl, trans guy, trans girl-whatever someone is or wants to identify as. If they're attractive and good at sex, I'll sleep with them. And attraction isn't just a physical thing for me, either. If someone I don't find physically attractive has a particular sexual talent that appeal to me, that's just as much of a turnon. Does that make sense?"
Taylor nodded, listening closely. "Do you have a preference when it comes to dating, though?"
"I do. Not everyone does. But generally I feel more romantically attracted to guys. That's an average, not a hard and fast rule. I'm going out with a girl tonight, for example."
"Sweet," Taylor said, savoring the idea. "You're kind of a showoff, aren't you?"
"What, you mean my speedo pics? The nude ones at Haulover? The makeout shots?"
"How about all of the above?"
"Hey, I'll be honest with you. I love sex. I need sex. Sex is good for you. I'm not shy about that. I like to share it. What's wrong with that?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. You're pretty incredible." The swimmer tried to keep his expression under control as he framed his next question. "Do you go both ways with a guy?"
"You mean am I versatile?" Josh smirked. "Yeah. Why. Where is this going?" He reached out with one of his feet and stroked Taylor's shaved leg gently. "Would you like to go back to my dorm?"
Taylor let out a half-stifled laugh and leaned forward. "Ahh...it's not quite that easy."
"Okay, enlighten me."
The taller boy looked his classmate in the eye and swallowed. "I'm straight."
"Well, that's okay, too..."
"No, not really." Taylor took a deep breath. "I don't want to be straight."
Josh frowned slightly. "I'd love to take you to bed, too, but if you're straight, you're straight. You've got no control over your sexuality."
"No," Taylor countered, "but I control how I sexually identify, don't I?"
"Well, sure. But your sexual identity is based in part on your sexual behavior. Have you ever been with a guy?"
"Not yet."
"You think if you hook up with me it will make you bisexual?"
"That's not what I'm getting at," Taylor said. "This isn't really about you. It's about me wanting to make a conscious choice to change my whole sexual behavior. And with it, how I identify. Let's say-you're a sex-positive, versatile, homoromantic pansexual. And I want to be-I guess, a sex-positive, versatile, heteroromantic pansexual."
"Why?" Josh asked. "Why do you want to go from boring Minnesota straight guy to hip young pan guy in the middle of an orgy? You just said you were straight. Which I take to mean you're not sexually attracted to guys at all, unless you're repressing something."
"No, that's not it either," Taylor retorted, slightly frustrated. "Why do I want to do this?" He sighed. "Look, something like half of people have sexual feelings towards both men and women during their lives-is that right?"
"About, yeah."
"But how many of those identify as bi or pan? How many admit it? Hardly any. Bisexuals and pansexuals get treated like shit by straights and gays alike. They get erased, or told they're whores, as if being horny was a bad thing. Hell, if we had honesty in society, monosexual people would be in a minority. We'd have a lot more sex positivity, a safer world, better health-yeah, I've been doing some reading. For a while now. And I think it sucks that bi and pan people get shoved into the background. And I'm not just going to sit here and let it happen if I can do something about it personally."
"Wait a second." Josh sat up and tucked his legs underneath him. "You want to come out as pan simply to set a good example for others?"
"Yes."
"Wow." He stared at the swimmer appreciatively. "That would be pretty strong commitment to a cause."
"I think it's important," Taylor said earnestly. Now he seemed slightly embarrassed. "Look, I know it sounds weird, like I want to play some kind of game...but I'm dead serious. I want to come out as pan and take the consequences."
