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Locker Room Flirt, Chapter 7 Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved.
It took Julian a few minutes to even respond. His body limp on the table. His legs hanging over the edge. His head facing the ceiling with his eyes closed. Nothing he had ever experienced came close. This was absolutely new territory. All he wanted was to lay still and hope this feeling lasted for ever. Julian's mind drifted back over the experience. He replayed his favorite parts.
"Wow. Fuck me." He whispered with wonder.
"Yeah?" Dick's ears perked up. "You don't look quite ready for the next round.", he said in his best bed-side manor while gripping Julian's thighs gently.
Julian opened his eyes and lifted his head off the table just enough to look Dick in the eyes. The boy grinned with a drunken look in his eyes. When he spoke it was slow and soft.
"No...It was a statement. 'Fuck me' as in 'Fuckin' aye'." He paused. Then said "'Fuck me' as in 'Fuck, where have you BEEN all my life?'"
With that he dropped his head back onto the table and closed his eyes.
"Hey, come on. Let's get back in the tub." Dick said grabbing each of Julian's hands and pulling him up.
Julian complied. Slowly and like a wet noodle he came off the table to stand. Dick guided him over to the edge of the tub where they both climbed in and sat next to each other. Dick wrapped his arm around Julian's shoulder and the two men rested their heads together. It was enough to sit for several minutes in silence. They let the water sooth their skin, muscle and bone. Relaxing and just breathing for so long they almost fell asleep. The two had come down fully from their respective runs, and now after having come, both were utterly relaxed. Well, maybe not 'utterly'...
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Mark was stuck in one place. No, he was stuck on one PERSON. There were THREE places. Each of the three now had a distinct effect on Mark in connection with that one person. When ever he had time, which was only in the evenings, his mind would play back the triangle - locker room, Starbucks, and laying in the grass. He couldn't stop thinking about those three places and Julian. The connection he felt just wasn't fading away. It felt stronger. He couldn't get passed it.
This was the first time for Mark. The first time a flirtation had generated such an outcome. He was used to locker room antics. He had grown up getting undressed, dressed, showering and horsing around with other guys in the locker room, and elsewhere. How had the interaction with Julian ended so different? What started as the usual man-to-man locker room chat ended with Mark running into a bathroom stall to jack-off! Then there was Starbucks. Why had he invited a freshman track and fielder to come hang with him at Starbucks? At Starbucks where he proceeded to flirt and touch...and touch Julian. How come he wanted to touch Julian so much?!
"Okay, that got out of hand so let's go for a walk only to land my ass in the grass, hand in his lap, feeling his boner!" Mark was talking to himself now.
Alone in his room he thought if he said this out loud maybe it would break the spell. It didn't. He looked around just to make sure someone hadn't magically appeared in his room to hear him.
Mark fell back onto his bed. He was exhausted. He hadn't showered yet, choosing to just return to his room in the dirty sweaty clothes from the field. Dry dirt and sweat covered his body. Another long wet practice at the end of another long wet week of long days in long classes followed by long weight training! The off-season wasn't any easier for him. Both the soccer coach and the football coach expected the team to get stronger and better for the next season.
Mark closed his eyes and wondered if he had enough time to nap before dinner. He really wondered if he had enough time to masturbate AND nap before dinner. His full lips parted and he breathed a soft sigh. Laying flat out on his back he looked peaceful. His chiseled face was beautiful. His dark eyes closed removing their intensity. His head, limbs and torso had been formed into the perfect male specimen. Alone with a moment to rest his mind played back for the thousandth time the triangle. His flesh called out for him to pay attention. To understand. To meet a need.
For a week now Mark had refused to satisfy himself sexually. Every time he started to feel like masturbating his fantasizing turned to Julian. He had always fantasized about guys and girls having sex. This was the first time the girl wasn't invited! So, no masturbating!
"Until when?" he wondered. "Until I fucking get over wanting to masturbate about this guy!" He answered himself.
But, it wasn't that easy. The sexual urge was racing through him. He could feel his mind and body conspiring against his will power. One whole week! He hadn't gone that long since he had first DISCOVERED masturbation! But why does it have to be about this guy? With Julian in the picture it was just effortless. Better. So easy and natural.
"No, not natural. Its not natural! I'm a pervert. Something is wrong with me!"
Mark's thoughts had been taking this path for the last week and he was getting tired of it. What he wanted, and what he wanted himself to want, were two different things. However, this time something occurred to him that he had never realized before.
"If Julian were a girl I'd be banging that shit 3 times a day. No one would care! My friends are picking up girls left and right, getting all the sex they want. Its not as if they are making commitments. Getting married. Honoring some moral code? Its just sex! To have sex with someone they want to have sex with. I think I want to have sex with this guy. No, that can't be. Bullshit! What's the difference? Why do they get to fuck around and I can't? Whose rules are they?!"
It suddenly occurred to Mark they were not his. A rebellious spirit welled up inside him. He decided his private life was his. Separate from his public life. Each would have their own set of rules. He knew he would be judged publicly if they knew about his feelings, but at least privately he could be himself. He reached into his gym bag and pulled out his Darth Vader athletic cup. He laid it over his mouth and nose and breathed in deeply. The cup filled his mind with his own man-scent. With his eyes closed he pictured Julian doing the same thing. Naked at his locker. Julian's eyes watching Mark as he breathed in and impersonated Vader. Julian's ass. Julian's cock growing in his boxer briefs. Mark slid his free hand beneath his t-shirt to play with his nipple. His balls stirred and his cock swelled quickly.
"Oh, damn. That feels good." he said to himself as the memory of HOW good it COULD feel flooded his mind.
He brushed, pinched and rubbed his nipple. Then he laid the athletic cup beside him on the pillow. With both hands he undressed quickly and slid beneath the sheets. The cool cloth glided down over his naked body. A beautiful body that he was proud of. That he wanted to share with someone. He wanted that someone to be a man. For the first time he didn't resist that thought. He wanted a man who would appreciate every beautiful inch of him. He grabbed the athletic cup and pressed it over his mouth and nose again. For a few seconds he just laid there breathing heavy into it, smelling himself, but thinking about Julian. He wanted him. It was more of a need because the lack of it created an ache. The aching hurt more because he knew Julian wanted him, too.
Mark closed his eyes. He began playing with his nipple again using his left hand. His right hand wrapped around his fully erect cock. His face pointed to the ceiling to keep the athletic cup resting over his mouth and nose.
"Glad to be back off the wagon." he told himself with a sexy grin.
He didn't have to try hard to get close to coming. A week's worth of resistance had been removed. Now he felt the full rage of hormones driving him to do their bidding. His left hand tweaked his nipple while his right hand slowly jacked up and down on his cock. Mark's mind imagined he was back on the grass. His hand reaching into Julian's pants. His fingers pressing down through Julian's pubic hairs to feel the hard cock below. In Mark's fantasy he doesn't stop. He reaches over with his other hand and unbuttons Julian's jeans. Mark pulls his left hand out of Julian's pants. Then uses both hands to open the jeans all the way. Julian lifts his butt up off his heals to let Mark pull both jeans and underwear down exposing Julian's hard cock. Julian stays in the kneeling position. Mark takes his left hand and wraps it around Julian's protruding cock. A cock that is now hovering above Mark's head. He turns his head toward it and tilts it to really get under the boy's cock. With his right hand Mark brushes up the back of Julian's leg and over his left ass cheek - the fingers trailing into the crack. Mark lightly grips the ass pushing his fingers against Julian's hole. Mark's left hand and eyes are all over Julian's cock and balls. He's never been this close to another man's cock before. He gazes at the underside of the shaft, the tight ballsack, the light hair covering them. His hand brushes lightly over these surfaces while his eyes take in the beauty of it all.
Julian is still. His right hand resting at his side. His left hand resting on Mark's upper arm. Julian's face is staring down at Mark. His eyes lovingly inviting Mark and his lips apart giving his face a lustful glow. He is into it. He looks back and forth from Mark's hand around his cock to his face. A face he loves looking at. This makes him want Mark's hands on him. All over him. Mark pushes Julian forward with his right hand still on Julian's ass. For a second Julian isn't sure what Mark is trying to do. Mark presses hard and Julian starts to fall over. He catches himself by planting both hands on the ground, but now Julian can see why Mark did it. His cock came right down into Mark's face. Mark lying on his back with Julian hovering over him takes the cock into his mouth.
Mark is jacking off hard now. Lying on his bed alone in his room. His mind fueling his lust with the fantasy of Julian's cock in his mouth. He wants to taste it. To smell him down there. He remembers that Julian has smelled Mark down there.
"This cup has been over Julian's mouth and nose. Julian smelled my cock and liked it!"
Mark loved that Julian liked it.
His mind went back to Julian hovering over him in the grass. Feeding his cock into Mark's mouth. Mark had never given a blow job in his life so he could only imagine how good this would be. He wasn't sure how it would feel, but he knew the smell drove him crazy. He knew if given the chance he would take that boy's cock into his mouth and suck it for all he was worth. He would try to give the very best blow job he could. He wanted to please Julian that way.
"Feed me your cock. Mmm. Yes. Feed it to me." Mark told Julian.
Meanwhile Mark's hands wrapped around and grabbed Julian's ass pressing the cock into his mouth and down his throat. The thought of his nose being pressed into Julian's pubic hair and the smell made Mark's cock leak pre-cum in loads. He wanted that load in his mouth. His left hand reached across his chest to use his middle finger on one nipple and thumb to work over the other. His right hand fingers pressed against the underside of his hard cock while the thumb pressed into the topside. He worked the skin of his shaft up and down sliding it over his hard cock. The head expanded and he pumped out more pre-cum. He stopped playing with his nipples to wipe up a large amount that had just oozed out and sucked it off his finger. Oh God he wanted Julian's cock so bad!
As Mark neared his climax he imagined Julian pumping his hips into Mark's face. Humping over him in the grass and driving his cock down his throat. Mark's hands wrapped around Julian's waist and his fingers dug into his ass. The thought of this combined with the smell and Mark's hands working cock and nipples took him over the edge. It was cum time. He jacked and lifted his hips off the bed. He fired his first load into his face. He wanted to taste it. Even if it was his own. It landed on his chin. His second blast of cum splattered across his parted lips and dripped down into his mouth. He pulled the rest off his lips with his tongue and tasted it fully. His remaining shots of cum landed on his chest and stomach. He lifted a little off his chin with his finger and fed it onto his tongue.
He couldn't say he loved it. But he didn't hate it.
And...
Anything that could make him feel that good? Come that hard? Couldn't be all bad.
-to be continued.
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