Sharing the first chapter of a story about Jake a macho football star, who wants to become an artsy guy in his pottery class named Jonathan. Jonathan has a boyfriend named Martin, who he becomes intrigued by.

Snippet below as a tease with full 1st chapter here https://www.redquill.net/story/w4s4xd (SFW, no sex). If you enjoy this story, LMK if it should be continued. Disclaimer: I also made the story platform called RedQuill it's posted on

..,As Jake the all-star football player entered the secluded pottery studio outside of his small town, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The art of pottery was his secret sanctuary, a place where he could indulge in his "feminine" interests away from the prying eyes of his high school peers.

He was skilled in the hyper-masculine world of tackles and touchdowns, but here, he could let his guard down and explore his creative side without judgment.

Jake's hands trembled slightly as he approached the wheel, the smooth touch of the clay feeling oddly comforting. His eyes swept the room, taking in the motley crew of artists, when he spotted him—Jonathan.

Jonathan was everything Jake admired and feared. With his pierced lip and charcoal-streaked hands, he oozed a queer, feminine energy that Jake could only dream of embodying. The contrast between Jonathan's slender frame and the masculine, imposing figure of his boyfriend Martin, who often came to collect him, was striking. It was a contrast that Jake couldn't help but find himself drawn to, a spark of curiosity that ignited a fire within his soul.

"Hey there, new kid." Jonathan's voice was smooth, like the clay they both worked with, and his gaze held a teasing spark. "Name's Jonathan, and that hunk over there is my boyfriend, Martin." He nodded towards the imposing figure by the door.

Jake felt a blush creeping up his cheeks, and his voice caught in his throat. "I'm J--Jake," he stammered, his eyes darting to Martin, who was now watching them with a raised eyebrow.

Despite his macho confidence in school, he felt completely out of place and unconfident in this setting. Jake's heart raced even faster.

"Nice to meet you, Jake." Jonathan's voice was soothing, like a warm breeze on a cool night. "You seem a bit out of place here." It wasn't a question, more of an observation, and it made Jake feel both uncomfortable and oddly liberated.

"I'm just... I like pottery, you know. It's... different from what I usually do," Jake managed to say, his voice steadying slightly.

Jonathan laughed, a sound that seemed to resonate through the studio. "Different is good, Jake. Embrace the different." He winked, and Jake felt a shiver run down his spine.

As the class progressed, Jake found himself watching Jonathan's every move, envious of the ease with which he expressed his femininity. The way he laughed, the gentle curve of his lips, the fluidity of his hands as they molded the clay—it was all so... natural...