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YMCA


by S.H. Gall


As a boy I swam like a girl. Flopping around like cuts of meat.


I swam well as a girl. My water wings floated just enough to keep me from drowning. The swim instructor had golden hair. I got embarrassed, my swim suit grew.


In the locker room I saw Jeff's big third-grade cock. I knew he would never be lonely. Looking down, I saw that I would never be lonely either. But not with Jeff.


I washed the chlorine from my eyes with tears of mistaken promise.


Good night, swim instructor.

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