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LOCKER ROOM 01-28-1987
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It had been unreasonably cold. My cheeks were red, my eyebrows
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bushed with snowflakes and my lips passed a few last whisps of
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steam as I entered through that all too familiar door. The air
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inside was welcoming and warm.
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A very distinctive odour activated my nostrils. I could feel the
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air in my lungs as I cringed to examine the scent further. Not an
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entirely unpleasant one, but there were traces of a rather harsh
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odour. As I walked down the stairs approaching the main desk, the
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odour grew. Mmmmmm. I know what it is. Almost too well.
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Finally, I reached the main desk, but it seemed as if I had taken
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a thousand steps to get there. I was still in a trance having
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floated there on the rising streams of vapour. The vapour
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emanating from behind that big blue door in back of the desk.
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Each time the door opened, I craned to see inside. My efforts
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were in vain however. The architect of this place must have been
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very homophobic, I was sure. The hallway immediately inside that
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door turned to the left sharply preventing even the most
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ambitious glances. It sure pissed me off. The only reason I was
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there was to partake of the scenery, shall we say.
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A few minutes had passed. The line up of jocks at the desk was an
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unusually long one today, but I had finally arrived at the front
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of the line. The guy on the desk wasn't all that great looking.
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His manners were atrocious and he smelled a bit. At that point I
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was definitely hoping for more of a show inside.
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He took my activity card and as I rushed forward grabbing the
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towel and sweat band that he shoved at me somewhat aggressively.
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Maybe he suspected that I wasn't quite the average patron. I had
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made an extra conscious effort to keep my eyes stationary, though
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I can recall letting them wander once or twice. It was quite
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possible he had noticed what I was looking at. Guess that I'll
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have to be a bit more careful!
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Now. At last. I had done it. Grabbing the somewhat precarious
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handle, I tugged to reveal that homophobic hallway. Well, Mr.
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Architect, just you try and stop me now. There wasn't anything
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that could stop me at that point. I was as determined as ever to
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get what I wanted. Scope up!
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Turning left and then right and then left in that endless
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passage, I had finally entered the LOCKER ROOM. "Men only", said
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a sign posted above the first bank of lockers. I'm sure that I
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was laughing out loud at this point. Straight men are so much
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fun. If only they knew what went on in my mind at that moment. I
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could just imagine the screams and horror stricken faces.
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Where is everyone? There must be someone in here. There has to
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be. Oh!, the disappointment of it all.
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The air in there was so warm and moist. The odour I had followed
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to the desk resumed. I began to enter that trance again, honing
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every drop of my consciousness on the one thing that I had set
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out the get. Voices sounded somewhere ahead in the mist. At first
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just gruff rumblings of male voices and then a few playful
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shouts.
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Jocks are always playing with each other like that. There's
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nothing in my mind that could have been more of a turn on at that
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point. I had always wanted to have been involved in one of those
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towel fights in the LOCKER ROOM but had never actually seen one
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in progress. Just a few more steps forward and I would be right
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in the middle of one.
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"Hey!", I yelled, as a soggy towel hit me right in the face.
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"Sorry, guy", came the response, "That one got away on me!"
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He collected his property from my face and turned to walk back to
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the game. I couldn't help but stare at his ass. It was so
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perfect - well rounded and very firm. He must have been a dancer
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or something like that. His muscles were very well defined. I
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kept walking though, my neck turning as I strained to stay
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focussed on that male form now fading into the mist. So I
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continued on, hoping that the way ahead would be just as
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intimate.
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There was an empty locker and I piled my stuff into it. Taking
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off my winter coat and boots allowed my skin to come into contact
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with the nectar that filled the room. It somehow made me feel
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strong. I drew strength from the very air.
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It was silly really, but after all that effort of getting in
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there and getting my stuff stowed, I hadn't even noticed the
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tanned form off to my right. He was just finishing his workout
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and was still a bit wet after his shower. Guess I had arrived
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just at the right moment for a second later and I would not have
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seen him rush to pull up his underwear. He had definitely noticed
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my presence.
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The one thing that had always bothered me about meeting people
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was the incredible game playing that always went on. You have to
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make sure that you let him know that you are interested but not
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necessarily that you are a fag. It was a game that I was becoming
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quite used to and in fact, this time, I was determined to win at
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it.
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Trying to show him that I was not the least bit uncomfortable
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with his presence, I unzipped my pants and slid them off
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casually. By this time he was more or less clothed but his shirt
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was still unbuttoned and I took the opportunity to scrutinize his
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very large and well formed chest.
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He was not hairy at all and so I could see the detail almost down
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to his pores. His flesh was dark like he had just returned from
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somewhere down south and the texture of his rippling muscles
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showed though quite easily. I wanted to kiss him.
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Continuing, I removed my T-shirt. I made absolutely sure that I
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took my time here. As I pulled it over my head, I was facing him
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and noticed a very definite sideways glance. I pretended not to
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notice, but could hardly control the rising heart beat, that was
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now trying to get into my throat.
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When the shirt was off, I threw it into my locker and tried very
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hard to put an inviting smile on my lips. I wanted so much to
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talk to him but I couldn't think about what. Maybe he would think
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me weird or something, especially if I asked a really stupid
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thing.
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The air had started to cool considerably as guys finished their
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showers. With my shirt and pants off, I was starting to get a bit
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chilled by the vapour evaporating from my skin. It gave me goose-
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bumps.
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"A little cool?", came a voice off to my right.
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It was him. He must have noticed my goose-bumps. Isn't nature a
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wonderful thing when it comes to breaking the ice? Well, this
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time I was glad.
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"Yeah!", I mummbled rather suprisedly, "But it's definitely not
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as cold in here as it is outside today."
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"This place is pretty busy today. Hope you can get a good work
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out with this crowd."
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"Well, I am sure as hell gonna try, though I guess I'll have to
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warm up a bit first!"
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By now, I was ready to put my shorts on. I had them in my hand
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and I grabbed at the front band of my underwear. He was still
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looking, possibly hoping for more conversation and possibly
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hoping to see just what I had! I wasn't about to pause. He may
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have guessed by that that I might have been somewhat nervous
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about my nudity. I just pulled them off and threw them into the
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locker.
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Tugging at the waistband on my shorts, I managed to pull them on
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quite easily and just in time. All the attention I was getting
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was starting to get me a little more than excited. In fact, as
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the waistband reached its mark, I was fully erect. There was no
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way in hell that I could have hidden anything now. My shorts were
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somewhat revealing to begin with.
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He was still looking at me although he tried to make sure I
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thought he was just getting his stuff together. I could see his
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head cocking back and forth between his gym bag and his locker
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but he was taking such a long time that I felt he was hoping
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desperately for more contact.
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"Do you work-out here much?", I posed, trying to give him a toe
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hold on me.
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"Yeah. I usually come here for an hour or so after class each
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day. Haven't seen you around here before though."
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"No. I'm new this term", I added, "but, I hope that I can get
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some time in here every day after class."
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"Oh. Maybe I'll bump into you again sometime then. We could have
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a good work-out!"
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At this point, the conversation had made me considerably horny.
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There was no way I was going to let him leave without at least
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getting his name or making a date to meet the following day for
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the "work-out".
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"Yeah. Well, if you can keep up to me, that is", chuckling as I
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turned to face him head on. There was no way he could have missed
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my excited stance.
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"Hmmmm.", he murmured, "Looks like that 'work-out' may come a bit
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sooner than I expected."
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He put a hand at my shoulder. I felt it reach me and grabbed it
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with a hand of my own. I didn't want to attract any attention, so
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I played the situation real cool.
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"My name's Steve, what's yours?"
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"Scott", was the reply. "You know, it is quite crowded here
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today. Why don't you forget it. I can think of something that's
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even better for building muscle tone, if you know what I mean?"
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"Well. I am already changed! But..." He cut me off.
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"Come on. You'd rather work-out here? Ok...I'll see you around
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then!", he uttered in a somewhat disapproving tone.
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There was no time. He had started to motion away from me.
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"Wait...", I shouted, almost in hysterics, "I'd like very much
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to...join you."
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"Great! I'll wait here then while you change."
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My shorts slipped off even easier than they had been put on. Oh!
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No wonder. He was sort of helping me. Right there in the middle
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of the LOCKER ROOM. His hands were so strong. There was no part
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of my body that I wouldn't let them touch. And, as I soon found
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out, it was intention to touch all of them.
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"Mmmmmmmm", he gurgled, the saliva welling up inside his mouth.
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"I can't wait to have a piece of this! New meat!!"
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"Hey! Cool it Scott!". I was getting a bit uncomfortable with his
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openness. "This is the middle of the friggin' LOCKER ROOM. You
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can't do stuff like that in here! You'll get beat up!"
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"Beat up by who? I'm not afraid of any of these guys! They're
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just a bunch of pussies. Besides, most of them know I'm gay
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anyway. They don't even care, though I think I make some of 'em
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nervous when we're in here! Ha!"
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"They know? And they don't ever do anything about it?" I was
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really amazed at that bit of information.
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"Na. Are you kidding? Anyway, I'm on the football team and I know
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quite a few choice pieces of gossip about the other guys too.
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They aren't all as straight as they look!"
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That fact shocked me just as much, if not more. Hey! I was about
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to go out with someone on the football team! Hot damn. A real
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man!
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My pace quickened as I put the last of my clothes on, then my
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boots and coat. I was anxious to get back to his place and 'get
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it on'. But, no sooner than I had zipped my coat up and had taken
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a motion forward, he was grabbing at my arm and rushing ahead. He
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was strong!
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We were soon in his car and on our way. I sat there silently. My
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eyes covered every inch of that gorgeous tanned face. His lips
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were full and as I thought of what they would feel like on mine,
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they were there. I peered deep into his eyes as our lips met. My
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level of excitement rose even more. I felt the blood rushing to
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my crotch. I glanced down, something that didn't go unnoticed.
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"Horny?", he asked, his lips curling slightly at the edges,
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enough to reveal a perfect set of teeth.
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"Yeah. Can you drive faster? If not, I'm gonna have you right
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here!!"
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"Well. I can't promise anything Steve! They do have a speed limit
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in this province and I am doing another 10 km/hr on top of that.
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You wouldn't want me to get a ticket would you? I'm just as horny
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as you are too!"
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"Guess I'll just have to loosen that belt of yours then!"
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Before I had finished my sentence, I was already grabbing at the
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leather and pulling to release the buckle. It moved freely, and
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seconds later, his zipper was down and his jeans pulled aside
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revealing a large wet spot on his underwear and a throbbing
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buldge inside.
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"Hey! Someone IS horny!"
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The waistband of his underwear was straining to adhere to his
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body. I was not helping it any. In fact, a gentle tug made it
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give way easily and his cock sprung out almost hitting me in the
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face.
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"This looks inviting. Mind if I have a snack before we get to
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your place?"
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The answer wasn't important. I was determined to have some anyway
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and no more than a few seconds had gone by before he was deep in
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my throat. I hummed a little, making sure he felt it. He lifted
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slightly from his seat and moaned consentingly. I bobbed my head
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and made my tongue work along its entire length.
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As I sucked, trying to get the first drops of pre-cum, I felt the
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speed of the car growing. I was obviously exciting him abit too
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much becasue he had diverted some if not all of his concentration
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from his driving to the warm, wet sensation of my mouth going
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down on him.
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He started to get wet. I quickened my pace until I was bobbing
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with such magnitude that he left my mouth every time I reached
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his tip. I worked a hand around my seat belt and lodged it firmly
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under his crotch. This was obviously a sensitive area for him as
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his sudden release of groaning indicated. I continued, knowing
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now that I had found his vulnerable spot. He would soon be
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orgasming deep in my throat. There was no escaping now.
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My fingers worked their way into his tightening jeans and around
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to that sensitive target beneath. I worked a finger loose and
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massaged his hole. It was wet, very wet, and it wasn't long before
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my finger was entering him. I shoved the entire length in and
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pulled it out slowly, making sure to hit the all important
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prostate with every thrust.
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The action up front hadn't stopped either, only now, he had taken
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a hand from the wheel and placed it atop my head and shoved
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excitedly with every advance I made. I could feel the warmth of
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his balls rising in my face and the odour of his manhood greeting
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my nostrils. I was getting hard myself. I thought that I might
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cum soon, even sooner than I could get him too. He was so good
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looking and muscular. The perfect fantasy man, and I was going
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down on him and enjoying ever drop I sucked from him.
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Before I had time to think, my tongue was going crazy, eyelids
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convulsing and a cold sweat running down my spine. He was almost
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jumping from the seat. I felt him coming up to meet me every time
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I pulled along his throbbing cock. One last push forward and I
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felt a spasm of hot juice enter deep within. I was cuming too. My
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pants were full and I felt the warmth of it oozing up into my
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shirt. He was still coming when I had finished. I kept going down
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on him and sucked even harder making the sensation last until he
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could no longer maintain orgasm.
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His hand fell from my head and the car jerked as the brakes went
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on hard. His cock was ripped violently from my mouth and I sat up
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quickly to see what was the matter. He shivered in his seat.
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"I don't think I can drive anymore", he uttered, in a somewhat
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drained tone of voice.
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"Oh. Was I too rough? I thought you could take it...after all,
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you are on the football team!"
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"Well, I wouldn't call it rough so much as the best head I've
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ever had. Let's go. I'd liek a chance to reciprocate at my
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place!"
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While he was talking, I had dragged him from his seat and thrown
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him into the back and was stepping hard on the gas, driving for
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my reward!
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