The Soccer Player
Freshman year I lived down the hall from this big, scruffy, tough-boy soccerplayer. One day I went to see a soccer match in which he was playing. I hadbeen fantasizing about him for some time -- he wasn't my usual type (I usuallyfantasized about other gays). Kevin was a big, hairy, muscular jock, whogenerally avoided me, probably because I seemed like some intellectual faggot--he was basically right. I was always trying to catch covert glimpses of him inthe showers, and he...