There is this little shed at the bottom of my school’s grounds. It is a normal shed just like you’d see in every secondary school in Ireland. Dilapidated and about to fall down.

In my fantasy I have won the lotto and converted this shed into a haven for all my homo hommies. As you step into the shed you are greeted by old cans of paint, broken machinery a few old desks and more than its fair share of spider webs but if you stand just so, a trap door opens and you are in a plush elevator being greeted by a hot guard. You strip down into the uniform of this unique club, your jocks and a smile. The jocks are optional the smile is not. You are too excited to be unhappy!

The lift stops and now you are deep underground standing in a tastefully decorated foyer, a gorgeous waiter who takes your clothes and offers you a drink greets you. You say yes or no and continue into the main room. It has sheer rock walls tasteful decorations and everywhere you look there are hot guys practically naked. Everyone is there draped on long soft couches watching TV, playing pool, kissing, cuddling and generally relaxing. You can talk about anything so long as it is stress free. Politics are a strict no no. Sex and men are the hot topics. In my mind all the hot guys I know are there having fun. There is a festive air about the place and everyone is having a great time. This is the main meeting area but it branches off into many different rooms and chambers. In one room there is a huge bed in which there is usually an orgy going on. Dozens of hot guys and sometimes girls having hot and sticky sex. A range of toys and lubes are on the wall, this bedroom is the most popular and for good reason, the sex is hot, long and always worth it. Right now the local jock Craig was being gangbanged by the lads. There has never been a better collection of man flesh, screams and moans, which almost drown out the sound of sucking and fucking, but not quite! If you continue down the hall you can see any of the private rooms catering to all tastes of sex. There is one filled with toys, whips and assorted pleasure enhancing devices. Another has floor to ceiling mirrors, one for all of the fans of fetish (not exactly my cup of tea) and of course little nooks where young lovers can go for some privacy.

As the time moves on we are all sucked into the fun of the night (pun intended). The debauchery continues well into the wee hours of the morning. Because this is fantasy and because I have an overactive imagination I must tell you the best bit.

There is one room in my mind that is my favorite. It is always the same as opposed to the other ones that change periodically. The doors are oak and heavy, I open it and gaze into a richly decorated bedroom, with thick carpet, a large comfy bed in red sheets with low lighting and a cozy atmosphere about it. On the bed is my true love. His name is Eoin. He is 6”3 with brown hair cut short above slightly crooked ears with piercing green eyes. He has an all body tan a cute smile and the fittest body in the world. Not toned not too muscular but supple and strong. He and I