Cody’s Gaydar Diary
Okay, deep breaths. I need to write this down before I completely lose it. It happened again. Today. In the shower, of all places.
It’s not like I haven’t noticed before, but today was… different. I’d just finished practice, lungs burning, arms aching, feeling that good kind of tired. The kind that means I pushed myself. I was the last one out of the pool, as usual, probably spending too long fixing the goggles. I trotted into the locker room, the usual echo of dripping water and locker doors slamming.
Then it hit me. Hard. Like a brick to the face, or maybe like a rogue wave.
I mean, there’s always been something about the guys on the team. They’re all… well, athletic. But there’s more than that. It’s the way their muscles ripple when they move, even under the droplets of water. And the way the steam curls around them, making them almost… ethereal.
Beefcake Confessions
Today, it was Ben. Ben, with his broad shoulders and the way his back muscles bunch and relax as he reaches for his towel. He’s always been good-looking, of course; I mean, he’s practically a Greek god carved from marble. But watching him today, chest and abs glistening… it was a whole different ball game.
Then there was Marcus. He was just towelling his hair, but the way that brown mop of his fell around his face as he looked at me, smiling… It sent a weird jolt through me. A good jolt, but a weird one nonetheless. It was a smile that felt like sunlight breaking through clouds.
I found myself just watching them. More like staring, probably. I had to shake myself back to earth to find my own soap and towel.
Is this… is this my “gaydar” finally kicking in? Am I actually… attracted to guys?
I’ve always been so focused on swimming, on the water, on the next lap. Never really thought about this before. I mean, sure, I’ve noticed guys are good-looking, but it never felt… personal. But today? It felt like a punch to the gut. In a… pleasant way.
God, this is confusing. I need to figure out what this means. Maybe it’s just exhaustion, or the steam messing with my brain. But… I don’t think so. I think I might have to do some serious thinking. Or maybe just start looking a little less at my teammates’ abs. That might be a good start.
Okay, diary, that’s all I got. Time to go figure out what the heck just happened.
Cody
