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Locker Room Flirt, Chapter 2 Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved.
Julian was lost in thought as he walked from the locker room through the building and out into the cool air. He couldn't stop thinking about his encounter with Mark Hernandez. What was it about Mark that was different? He wasn't like other guys. Julian wanted to know him - everything about him! Replaying over and over his own standing at his locker naked with Mark in front of him, the conversation, the camaraderie, the sexiness he felt interacting with Mark...His naked torso, muscular legs in those tight football pants, and the cup!
"Shit, shit, shit!!! I can't keep thinking like this. Who else would be at Starbucks?" Julian tried to redirect his thoughts. "I bet he'll be with a whole posy. Maybe I'll get to meet Brett Brahna, too!" he told himself. It was exciting for him to think about. Brett Brahna was the school's star receiver, and a senior.
But Julian hadn't shook off his horniness as he walked into the campus medical health building. Why was he so turned on, and how had it become so attached to the locker room encounter? He couldn't get a physical in this state! He entered the doctor's office and checked in with the receptionist. He was early, but there was no one else in the waiting room. Still, he wanted to check in and then find the bathroom.
"I'm here to see Doctor Benderson. I have a 3pm appointment, but before I go back can you point me to the bathroom?"
Julian walked through a side door in the waiting room into a hallway that wrapped around the reception area into the doctor offices. He entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him. As he walked up to the toilet his heart quickened and his body began responding to what his mind was thinking. He opened his jeans, pulled down the front of his boxer briefs and hooked the wasteband under his balls. He was already more than half hard. Julian started to feel himself with his left hand.
As he brushed his cock he used his right hand to press into the skin at the base of his stiffening cock. Then he moved down to his balls brushing the skin firmly as he continued behind the balls reaching between his legs. He adjusted his jeans and underwear lower on his hips so the elastic wouldn't keep pulling up over his balls and cock. His left hand quickly returned to it's slow stroking of his cock while he moved his right hand back over his groin, balls and lower cock before quickly moving it up to his nose and taking a deep sniff. The same smell he remembered from Mark's athletic cup filled his mind. Both the smell and the thought of Mark's cup pressed over Julian's nose and mouth had the affect of intensifying his pleasure. He felt himself get instantly harder! This was new territory. Why did he like that smell so much?! He took another deep sniff. Instinctively he put his first three fingers into his mouth and sucked hard on them. Suddenly he wanted to see nakedness. He stepped sideways over in front of the mirror. The white porcelain sink was lower than normal and the mirror behind it extended lower as a result.
"Thank God for The Americans with Disabilities Act!" he thought to himself.
Julian could see his entire torso and the first several inches of the tops of his legs. He quickly shucked off his sweatshirt and t-shirt dropping them on the floor. Staring at his now naked upper body and exposed hips, cock and balls before the mirror he took his cock into his left hand and again used his right hand to graze over his pubic hairs, lower cock, balls and into the space between his legs. Again he brought that hand up and sniffed deeply. And again he was turned on even more. His left hand started working hard jacking himself off. His eyes locked on the reflection of his cockhead swelling into the largest inflation it was capable of. He watched pre-cum emerge to drip down onto the sink's edge. Suddenly he was completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. Everything around him faded away.
"I want to see you cum, motherfucker!" he whispered to the reflection of himself.
Julian's thoughts returned to the encounter with Mark - his man-sent, his cup over Julian's nose and mouth, his bulge so obvious in his tight football pants. Julian wasn't going to last much longer. He couldn't stop himself now. All he wanted was to cum, and yet never leave this place - this feeling. Julian felt wild with lust, his cock on the verge of exploding, and his senses expanding to embrace the wicked thoughts racing through his mind. He willed himself to cum and cum he did! He shoved his right hand fist into his mouth and bit down hard to stop himself from crying out. His eyes locked on the mirror's reflection of his cock's piss-slit as suddenly it blasted a solid long stream of cum out with more force than Julian had ever felt before. His stomach contracted and 3 escalating moans broke through the silence escaping through his nostrils from deep within his throat. The cum kept blasting in 4 more shots all splattering on the mirror just above the faucet hardware.
Julian removed his fist from his mouth and breathed these words into the mirror, "That's what I'm talkin' about..."
Knock, knock, knock..."Is everything okay in there?" A man's voice called from the other side of the door.
-to be continued. Write comments to im1ur2@comcast.net