The Exam

By mt nuda

Published on Jul 18, 2006

Gay

Chapter twenty-six Friday Aug 2

"Mannie" he grunted picking up the phone "who's bothering me?"

"Hey dude like who y'expectin? it's Jorge, you still up for workup?"

"Gordo what'd I tell ya, if you ain't here by five I'm goin without yer sorry ass."

"I'm on the way, make sure you're ready. In five!" and he hung up.

Mannie went to the bathroom and checked himself out. He wanted to make sure he was looking his best in case that chick in the red lycra was there again tonight. Hell, she was one of the main reasons he let Jorge drag him to the gym lately. Especially since last damn Saturday. With everything that happened he thought it would be a good idea to spend the week bulkin and tonin. He liked Will and all and hell he still thought Moose was the man, but if things got hot for either of them, well he wanted to make sure he was in shape enough to step in and fill their slots, just slide right in like it was waitin for him or somethin. And he wanted to make sure if anyone was gonna be messin with him they were goin down! And the season was coming up fast and his workouts had been casual at best for too much of the summer. So Jorge's idea about getting back to the gym seemed like a plan. And it would be a good way to "test the water", to see if his little performance the previous weekend was already the talk of the town. He brought some "persuasion" just in case it got ugly.

Jorge pulled up in front of his place in a matter of moments. He was throwing the last of his clothes in his bag when he heard the honking start.

"Mannie who's that makin all the noise?" his dad started up.

"Only Suarez papi" Mannie called over his shoulder as he got to the door "you remember him right?" you remember him from Saturday right pops? His dad face got dark red but before he could say anything Mannie was gone.

"Cholo q'paso?" they knocked fists as Mannie got into the car.

"Nada chico" Jorge pulled into traffic and they headed for downtown.

"So this gonna be cool n all?"

"Say?"

"Y'know the gym tonite. Nobody's gonna mess with us right?" Mannie was keeping his gaze out the window.

"Man I been goin there like all fuckin WEEK and nobody says nothin!" Jorge was threading through traffic like it was standing still and too soon they were sailing down the hill, the expanse of blue in front of them and before they could start shivering from the lake breeze, they were pulling into the parking lot "and I swear even one or two of those big spenders was there -"

"Damnit!" Mannie wheeled "you tellin me those guys gonna be here?"

"Maybe -"

"You setting me up Rican?" Mannie was opening the car door, even though the car had not stopped.

"Chill dude!" Jorge grabbed his arm almost pulling him back into his seat "it ain't like that! Both guys saw me, I know they seen me and they just ease right by. Like I'm all ghost or somethin!"

"Maybe they didn't remember good how you sucked off that guy-"

Jorge grabbed Mannie with his free arm and then almost decked him. Mannie was able to fend him off while he finished parking.

"You ever mention that again-"

"Chill man. We all in this shit" Jorge said and Mannie let go of his arm "ain't like I don't have no fuckin shit over me."

"I mean it Suarez" Jorge looked around making sure no one could hear his name "you can't say nothin!"

"Shit okay!" they knocked fists "blood!"

"Blood!" and they got out of the car and headed for the door. When they got to the desk the attendant looked shocked to see Mannie.

"What?" Mannie felt his fists start to ball.

"Nothin" he said "it's just I haven't seen you here in almost a month. Thought you had left or something."

"I been here, where you been?"

"Mornings... I guess" he was looking at the computer screen, almost nervous.

"Well I'm back" Mannie glared at him "you got a problem with that?"

"No" he quickly checked his membership status and saw he was paid up through the beginning of the school year "welcome back."

"Right" Mannie said, and not waiting for a response headed inside.

Once they got to the locker room they started to change their clothes, making sure they picked two lockers around the corner from each other, so it didn't look too "faggy". But they stayed close enough so that they could still talk in a whisper.

"So who else's been around here?" Mannie looked up and down the row seeing two guys he did not recognize "besides your friends from last week."

"They ain't my friends!"

"Chill okay? Who else?"

"Some of the guys we always see here. Like Lou and Al-"

"Al?"

"The black dude always plays racketball-"

"That his name?"

"Yeah, and that Robbie guy's here sometimes."

"Who else? Anybody from... school?" Mannie almost held his breath waiting for the answer.

"Some of mutherfuckin minnows sometimes - "

"Damn which ones?"

"Oh y'know the usual circle. Carl and Ted and Brian and Matt y'know the usual little club."

"They say anything?"

"To me? Fuck y'know they don't talk to their betters" Jorge came around and gave him a punch in the shoulder.

"Fuckin minnows..." Mannie spat "glad they stay outa my face I guess."

They were finishing changing when they looked down the row and saw a big guy start to store his gear in the a locker half-way down the row.

"Who's that?" Mannie could not help but look over at him. Damn the guy was packed, big guns and shoulders to match.

"Don't you know him Manito?" Jorge looked past Mannie at the guy and gave him a nod.

"How should I?"

"Man he's like one of us!" Jorge smiled with pride.

"Like...?" Mannie got real embarrassed and looked down at the floor.

"He's a WRESTLER dude! Whatdya think I mean?"

"Fuckit" Mannie looked back and finally caught the guy's eye. He waved an acknowledgment.

"Don't ya recognize him?" Jorge finally asked.

"He's too fuckin big to be on the team-"

"Dude you trippin! He was all-state but like six years ago or somethin..." Jorge acted like it was his doing or something "you seen his picture in the coach's office-"

"Him? That's the dude?" Mannie looked back again, and quickly turned away. The guy was pulling off his shirt and Mannied did not want him thinking that he was looking at him THAT way.

"Yeah that's him!"

"What was his name?"

"Like Solshit or somethin?"

"Yeah Solchik they called him the Soulman... that's him?"

"In the flesh" and they both turned to look over to Hank. What they saw was his backside, naked and very tanned, and damn! but poking around his hip it looked like he was sporting a rod!

Before Hank could turn they grabbed their stuff and slammed their lockers shut, making speed for the door, hoping he did not catch them looking at his equipment. But as they cleared the door Jorge snuck a peek over his shoulder just in time to see Hank turn and step into his jock and damn! there was no mistaking what was sticking out of his crotch! It looked like he had done something to it to make it red like that! And mutherfuck! Hank looked up to catch Jorge's expression!

They found a vacant station in the weight room and started laying into their upper body routines. They had been at it for fifteen minutes, avoiding eye contact with each other before Jorge broke the tension,

"Damn!"

"What? You hurt your shoulder?" Mannie took the weights from him and put in back on the bar.

"No I'm cool. Can't believe that Soulman dude - "

"What about him?"

"You saw what his thing was doin? He was like full rod and then some!"

"Shit not so loud!" Mannie looked around but everyone was deep in their workout. It was the first time he surveyed the whole room and damn if the Soulman wasn't going through his routines several stations down the row like no big deal. Jorge could not help but check out his crotch when he stood up, and damn the hardon was still there, stretching up to his right hip. He looked around to see if anyone else was freaking out but no. Then he noticed the Minnow pack had come in, Ted and Joel and Matt he could make out, maybe others were somewhere else. Mannie gave Jorge a nudge and nodded his head in their direction.

"Somethin stinks like fish..."

"C'mon Mannie don't start. You been hot about it since May" referring to the fight he had with Joel and Brian last school year "they been chillin since so don't go startin it all up again."

"Still hate their fuckin guts" which was true. Mannie had tried to go out for football first, and although he was as big as those guys, he did not make the team and never found out why. And what made matters worse was they tried to be friends to Mannie which only made his rejection more humiliating. Every time they tried talking to him he just copped an attitude with them until one day he took a swing at Joel. Luckily Jorge was there to pull him away before they jumped him, but instead they just laughed at him and stayed clear of him the rest of the year. Which just made it worse. So seeing them here just brought up all the old bitterness again.

"Chill dude, they ain't fuckin wit us so don't go startin with them now okay?" Jorge went back to his arms set "okay?"

"Fuck..." Mannie kept looking over to them, hoping they'd give him the smallest excuse to go over there. And damn if that horndog Soulman was not right in the line of sight, so every time he looked at them he had to look at that big stud too. Like a moth and the flame but worse.

They switched places and Mannie got onto the bench, giving Jorge a chance to catch his breath. He too noticed the awkward line of sight, with the big Soulman and his fuckin big hard dick going through his workout like it was totally fuckin normal. Just as Mannie was finishing Jorge glanced over and damn! if that Joel wasn't looking right at him, or right at Soulman or both!

But Jorge felt his face turn beet red and saw that Joel also looked very embarrassed. Damn! now he's gonna think I was checking out the big stud! they both thought. So Jorge had to give him a wave, so it seemed like he was looking at Joel not at the show between them. Joel looked back and nervously gave the wave back.

Mannie jerked up, "why the fuck you do that?"

"Had too" was the best he could come up with.

"Fuck like hell you did!"

"Don't want them thinkin we were lookin at you-know-what, do ya?"

"Why ya lookin over there in the first place?" Mannie was trying to look tough and dangerous but was too winded to be successful.

"The same reason they was lookin over here" Jorge whispered.

"Fuckin minnows" Mannie went back to his routine, but the suspicion was planted in his churning brain now. Were they checkin out the Soulman? Did they check out his crotch? Man, he thought, let me catch them checkin out his dick, that would be too sweet!

Jorge had just gotten ready to start his chest routine when he heard a "mutherfuck!" come from Mannie. He quickly set the bar down and leaned forward in time to see Joel heading in their direction.

"He better not come over here - "

"I'll go talk to him" Jorge shot up and ran over to intercept Joel before he came within swinging distance of Mannie.

"Yo Merk m'man!" Jorge knocked fists with him like he was a long-lost pal, hoping that Mannie was not right behind him.

"Jorge dude thought you hated this hole" he knocked back a bit surprised that Jorge was so friendly.

"Naw it's all good, just a bit crowded sometimes" he looked around and realized there were both standing not ten feet from Soulman, who was on his back doing his bench presses, his legs not as closed as they should have been. The log along his right leg was very obvious. Jorge quickly looked back to Joel, in time to see that he also had jerked his eyes away from the same sight.

"Ah, you - er - I mean" Joel was turning red again and then looked over to Mannie "you here with Herrer?"

"Yeah?" he was braced for the dig, but realized Joel was more nervous than he was, and just like that the lightbulb went off! Damn, Joel's freakin cause I caught him checkin out the Soulman's crotch! And damn! he'd have to be blind to see I wasn't doing the same! "you guys gonna mix it up?"

"What's with him?" Joel's gaze kept going back and forth between the Soulman and Jorge.

"He's still pissed about last year" Jorge went for the kill "or you talkin about someone... else?"

"Who y'think I was talkin about?" Joel snapped, but saw Jorge give the Soulman a side glance.

"So yer buds gonna be startin trouble?" Jorge lowered his voice "with... Mannie?"

"Mannie?" Joel felt like he was caught red-handed shoplifting "why Mannie? Oh y'mean like last year? Fuck no!" he said a bit too loud, and realized the Soulman had stopped and was watchin them "that's why I wanted to talk to ya... he gonna go for tryouts this year?"

"Why? so you can kick his teeth in again?" now Jorge was getting pissed but could see the Soulman out of the corner of his eye.

"Fuck no! don't you know what happened? You know he made the team right? didn't he tell you?"

"Fuck like hell he did! Then how come he was shut out? You kicked him off--"

"Don't you know? Didn't Herrer tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"He made Defense soon as Coach saw him the first afternoon... but then the money got cut so they hadta cut his position! We got beat, shit we got creamed! last year cause he wasn't there! That's why he better try out this year!"

"Fuckyou!" Jorge was trying to digest all of this and it was too much too fast. He could tell that Soulman was watching them, hoping it was to break up the impending fight and not something else, and finding out that Merklins here was having a REAL hard time keeping his eyes off that crotch, and now Mannie's this close to joining the Minnows? "you shittin me?"

"Fuck no! I thought Herrer knew all this - "

"Not even."

"Fuck then I gotta talk to him - " Joel started for Mannie.

"NO!" and Jorge grabbed Joel fast. And that got Hank off his bench thinking a fight was starting "we're cool" Jorge shot in Soulman's direction and out of the other corner of his eye saw Mannie heading towards them, "don't! I'll talk to him. But right now go join yer homies... now!" and Jorge wheeled around and back to Mannie, but not before seeing Soulman sit back down and damn if he didn't hear a few whistles from around him.

"What's that asshole say t'ya?" Mannie was coming at him fast and Jorge had to grab him to slow him down.

"Nothing! It's cool! It was nothin bout you - "

"Yeah right..." Mannie looked over Jorge's shoulder, seeing Joel rejoin his pack, but there was no smirking or laughing. Instead they were whispering back and forth, looking up now and then at them or was it at the Soulman?

"It wasn't!"

"Then what?" Mannie was pumped and looking for a fight.

"Not here. Let's go you finished?"

"Yeah I guess" they started back to gather up their bags and headed for the locker room.

They went back to their lockers and started shedding their sweaty clothes. Before he had his shoes off Jorge bent his head around the corner and whispered, "If the minnows come over here, you can't start anything okay?"

"So he WAS talkin about me!" Mannie slammed his locker door. A guy at the end of his row looked up.

"I can't tell you everything, but ya gotta promise me - "

"I ain't promisin nothin."

"I mean it Manito" Jorge saw that he got his attention "they ain't pissed at you..."

"Fuck don't tell me they KNOW!"

"No they don't" but then Jorge caught himself, did they? is that why Joel came over? Is that why he gave him that look when they caught each other checkin out the goods on the Soulman? "at least I don't think they do - "

"Fuck they know!"

"He didn't say nothin Mannie! Not a fuckin word!"

"Then what were you two talkin about?"

Just then they both looked over and damn! if the Soulman was not heading their way. They both stopped breathing hoping he was not going to come over by them. When he stopped at his locker they let out a breath of relief.

"Fuck that was close!"

"You don't like the dude?" Jorge gave him a nod and he nodded back.

"Fuck don't do that, he might think..."

"What?"

"Just don't. Okay so what'd Joel say?" Mannie would not let it go.

Jorge stood there feeling the sweat pour off him, "if ya really wanna know just count to five and see who comes in the locker room. Now I'm hitting the showers and I mean it! don't be startin nothin!" and he disappeared around the corner to his shoes and socks off when he head the footsteps. He did not have to rejoin Mannie to know that some of the Minnows were in the lockerroom now. He peeled off his shorts and jock and wrapped the towel around his waist, but sat listening for Mannie to make a move. Instead he heard Joel's voice say "whazzup?"

It wasn't Mannie who answered. He sat quietly hearing another voice say "chillin. You?"

"Same..." a few seconds passed "you were all-state right?"

"Yeah."

"Damn I knew it! You're the guy they call the Soulman right?"

"Call me Hank!"

"Joel..." another long pause "fuck..."

Mannie heard enough and before anything else happened he slipped away and down the hall to the showers.

Jorge watched him leave, the sweat still pouring off him, not daring to move a muscle lest it interrupt the conversation at the end of the row. He sat there is his shorts and shoes facing Mannie's locker, trying to see out of the corner of his eye. All he could tell was that the Soulman was sitting on the bench and Joel and someone else were standing next to him facing his way. He would have to turn to figure out the third guy but thought he could just sit there and recognize him if he started to say something.

"...fuck..." that sounded like Joel, Jorge thought.

There was a long pause and the sound of a locker, Soulman's?, creaking open, "you guys havin a shorter workout than usual huh?"

"Whatdyamean?" from the third guy.

"You guys usually go a good thirty minutes on the leg machine."

"Yeah well I guess we're just..." from Joel.

"Wasn't that someone from the wrestling team you guys were talkin to before?"

"Yeah that was Suarez... he's on the wrestling team this year" and Jorge looked over hearing his name. That's when he recognized the third guy, Ted, the minnow running back. He was standing next to Joel, both of them right above the Soulman, who was sitting in front of his open locker. Between the two Minnows and the open door, Soulman was blocked from view down the far end of the row, but in full view from Jorge's side. Jorge quickly looked away when he realized they were not keeping an eye on him but rather totally occupied by Soulman's awkward position. As long as he stayed sitting, his log was hidden, at least from where Jorge sat. He could only imagine how it looked from where Ted and Joel were standing.

"So you football players aren't hittin on the wrestlers anymore huh?"

"What you mean 'hittin on'?" from Ted.

"Y'know, soapin their cars, stinkbombs in their lockers, pantsin'em in front of the cheerleaders, stuff like that."

"Oh THAT kind of 'hittin on'" from Joel "hell yeah we still give'm shit. Last spring during state finals, one of them had his singlet split right in front of everyone!"

Both Joel and Ted broke into laughter, jabbing each other.

"Don't know how those seams got so flimsy..." Ted gave Joel a wink.

"Yeah that stuff still happenin I guess" Soulman looked around and saw Jorge at the end of the row, making a point of not looking at them, "like when I was a senior, one of the centers happened to get itching powder in his jock right before the homecoming game - "

"You did that?" both guys blurted out, having heard the story a hundred times. The star center barely made it through the first quarter before he ran off the field and back to the locker room. By that time his whole groin area was red and covered with blisters. The team gave him shit for spreading around crabs for the rest of the year!

"Naw but I know who did it."

"Who was it?" Ted asked.

"He's in the Army now - "

"Was it Johnston?" Joel knew his school history too well.

"You knew Jerry?" Soulman looked up at Joel.

"I knew of him. Hell he was quite the st- I mean star player" he started to blush.

"Yeah..." Soulman looked around again and then back to the guys "so I don't wanna keep you two from finishin your workout..."

"Naw we're finished for the day" Joel looked at Ted "right?"

"Yeah I guess" Ted bit his lip nervous-like.

"Well then I guess I talk with you guys later" Soulman took off his shoes and socks and tossed them in his locker, still not getting up. The two were making no move to leave.

Both stood there, trying to think of some reason to stay but after a few moments it became obvious they were lingering. Soulman had nothing left to remove except his shorts and jock before heading for the shower - but the two were in no hurry to leave, and he had a good hunch why. He checked his watch: six-thirty. Damn he was already late, even if he left now it would take fifteen minutes to get over to Billy's. He looked down the row, but it was only Jorge. His left was blocked by the locker door and the two guys. Fuck, he thought to himself, I'm outa time. He slowly got to his feet.

"Fuck.." came a soft grunt from Joel "man..." but Ted just stood there, his face and chest turning beet red.

Hank's hardon was forming a long ridge out to his left hip. He reached inside his shorts and untied the waistband and pulled them down and kicked them into the bottom of his locker. His jockstrap could not contain his cock which stuck out the side. A soft grunt came from Joel.

Hank looked at the guys who were too absorbed to meet his gaze, both of them opening staring at what stuck out of the side of his jock. Carefully watching the growing bulge in Joel's shorts, he pulled down the jock and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, pinning the head of his cock against the knot. Without waiting for a comment he closed his locker and headed down the row, past Jorge and into the shower room.

Joel looked at Ted, with his sweaty dark-blond hair hanging in his eyes, making his face look even redder.

"I gotta get cleaned up I'm a mess" Joel said trying to get back to their lockers without Ted seeing how hard he was. He was afraid of what they'd do when they stripped.

"Yeah I fuckin stink" Ted sniffed himself "maybe I gotta take a shower before I leave."

The two of them sat in front of their lockers, stripping down, not daring to look at each other. Ted felt himself hardening when he watched the Soulman strip off his clothes, something that never happened to him before. Damn if I throw a rod over a guy, he thought. And damn if I let Joel know about it. He had suspected Joel might have some tendencies but as long as he did not do anything stupid or blatant he did not care. Besides Joel was good for picking up chicks, he remembered. They just were drawn to him like honey, he laughed. And what a joke if he was a fag, he thought, and they were circling him for nothing! He stripped off his clothes, still a bit puffed out and wrapped a towel around his waist.

"I'm headin for the showers" he said over his shoulders and was gone.

Joel sat a few moments trying to clear his head. He had seen the Soulman at the gym several times before, even exchanging a "hey" or two, but nothing, nothing ever like this! And damn, but the stud was hard the whole time he was here. Joel seemed to think he had done something to his dick, to make it so red and hard. Just before he threw that towel around himself it looked like something was shining in his pubes but he saw it for a split second! He felt the cool breeze hit his wet chest and back and that caused the goosebumps to tingle all over him, all the way down to his wet balls. He looked around and saw Jorge still sitting at the end of the row, not looking in his direction, but Joel knew, he just KNEW the crapper had been taking in the whole scene before.

Joel slid down the bench until he was in front of his own locker - not daring to stand up just yet. He pulled off his sweatshirt and then his shoes and socks and tossed them into his locker. He sat sweating in his shorts when he got an idea. A terrible evil idea. The most terrible idea he ever got. But his dick would not let it go. He looked down to Jorge hoping that damn mexican would finally get the idea and give him some room! But Jorge just sat there not budging.

Joel had to get him out of there somehow to execute his evil plan but no way as long as Jorge was glued to his spot. So Joel slowly stood up and faced his direction, knowing his crotch was almost transparent with sweat and his slowly shrinking cock was still swelling the front. He slowly slid the shorts down, and stood facing Jorge in his briefs, stained and stretched. As he hoped Jorge looked over at him and at that moment Joel pulled down the front of his briefs to his knees, his balls tightening in the cool air. Jorge's mouth fell open.

Joel slowly lowered the shorts and briefs to his feet and stepped out of the pile on the floor, naked and rubbing himself. Jorge quickly looked away and then looked back. Damn, but if it didn't look like Joel was doing a lot more than just giving his balls a tug. As he watched, trying to look away but failing, Joel started to play with his shaved cock and cup his smooth balls with the other hand, openly stroking himself.

"Waitin for somethin?" Joel shouted at him.

Jorge's head jerked away and he half-ran, half-crouched around the corner of the lockers to his, but Joel saw how he tried to stay bent over and could see enough to know why. Yeah, Jorge was hiding a boner!

As soon as the coast was clear - finally! - Joel went over to the Soulman's locker and tried the latch. As he suspected, Soulman had been too hurried to locked it. So Joel reached inside, found his jeans, and inside the pocket was his wallet. He quickly took out Soulman's license and tucked it under his pit. He saw a pen and and scrap of paper and started to write a short note. As he stood there, he saw out of the corner of his eye someone enter the room and stop to watch him. He looked straight at the guy - some older guy he did not recognize - and sneered,

"Like what ya see?" and thrust his crotch forward.

The guy gave a surprised and angry look and sped away, mouthing something beginning with "f", but whether it was "fuck off" or "faggot" Joel was too busy finishing the note to tell. He folded it and placed it in the wallet where the license had been. He started to close the locker but saw the sweaty jock and just like that grabbed it, closed the locker and went back to his own. He looked around but the coast was still clear so he opened it, tossed the Soulman's jock in his bag, carefully put the license in his own jeans, grabbed a towel and headed for the showers.

Joel went in to the wall of steam issuing from the shower room, walked through the open area with the multiple shower heads and kept going to the back, to the individual stalls, for those who needed more privacy. As he suspected, the stall at the very end looked and sounded occupied. He took the stall directly opposite it.

Soulman was facing the wall shampooing his hair, his back to Joel. Joel wrapped his towel over the hook, turned on the water, stepped into the warming stream and immediately started to feel the blood rush back to his crotch. Before he fully boned, he managed to soap up most of his smooth front and legs, so that he could be facing away from the Soulman when he needed to rinse off. Just as he was starting to soap his arms he saw the Soulman start to rinse his hair and damn! if he didn't start to turn to his side. Joel quickly turned his back on him, closing his eyes as he rinsed his front under the water, scrubbing himself as best he could while keeping his hands away from his crotch area, but no good! He could feel he was at full mast now and there was nothing he could do about it. He stood with his head bent under the stream for what seemed like several days before he stepped back and opened his eyes. He could still hear the sound of water behind him. He smiled remembering what he had just pulled off and knew that he had the advantage now. He slowly turned and looked across to the opposite stall. The Soulman was standing in profile, and now Joel got to see him, all of him, wet and pumped from his workout, his dick hard and red, pointing straight out. Joel turned until he was facing him, openly looking.

It didn't take Hank long to realize he was being watched.

He looked over and saw Joel under the shower, openly watching him, and harder than a rock. Instinctively, he turned his back on him, but then thought what the hell! The kid is obviously liking what he sees. So Hank continued to rinse off, knowing he had at most five minutes to finish and get the hell out of there, not enough time for anything else, even if he did not have Billy waiting for him. But damn! that Joel kid was a young stud, and damn, his dick was pointing out of his smooth shaved crotch right at him! But there was no time left.

Hank turned off the shower, watching Joel as carefully as he was being watched. He grabbed his towel, but decided he could dry off there instead of the locker room. And that is what he did.

Joel tried to go through the motions of finishing his shower but when Soulman saw him staring at him and did not make much effort to turn away from him or hide his wood, he just stood there blatantly staring at the wet hunk in front of him. He figured out real fast that Soulman did not mind having some guy seeing him all wooded up and hell, if that guy also boned up in front of him well then... So Joel stood there, the water pouring down his back, his dick hard in front of him watching, opening drooling over the naked Soulman in front of him. But when Soulman turned off his shower Joel jerked out of his trance and spun around facing the wall, embarrassed by what he was doing. But then he heard the sound of Soulman toweling off behind him and slowly turned his head. Damn, he could be doing that back at his locker, Joel thought, but he's staying put watching me. Almost by itself Joel's hand went to cover his crotch. But the Soulman continued to dry himself, making no effort to turn away, or cover his red hard cock. Joel's hand started a slow up and down motion on his cock, hoping that the Soulman would not look right at him.

Hank continued to dry off, ticking off the minutes before he had to leave, trying not to stare at the kid, but knowing that he was giving him enough of a show to last several jack-off sessions. Then Hank got the wicked idea, let's see if I can get him to do it! let's see if I can get him to jack off right here, right now. So he continued to dry himself, not looking at Joel too much, but enough to let him know he could look all he wants. After he finished towelling his legs he happened to glance over at him, and damn! the kid had his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, trying to jack it but not daring to make too much motion to draw attention. As soon as Hank saw that he turned his back on the kid, spread his feet as far apart as he dared, and bent way over, trying to make it look like he was drying his feet but giving the kid a good shot of his butt! And sure enough, he could hear behind him the slow slapping of his hand on his cock. When he started to hear the rhythm speeding up he slowly turned to the side, keeping his eyes closed, but his own hand on his engorged cock. He could hear several grunts and he turned all the way around, looking right at Joel.

Joel was openly jacking now, hoping to finish before the Soulman stood up and turned around but just as he was starting to get close, he saw him start to turn and damn! if he didn't start to grab his own cock! Joel could feel himself start to go past the point of no return when he saw him turn and look right at what he was doing! Joel panicked and spun around to the wall.

He almost stopped breathing when he heard,

"Go on kid finish up!"

"What?" Joel said without turning.

"Go on...do it."

Joel turned his head and there was the Soulman standing facing him, his towel around his waist, but open at the front, his cock sticking straight out of the opening. Hank lifted his hand and started to bounce his balls against his groin, making his dick jerk up and down.

"Fuck.." Joel looked at it, then up to Hank's face, and back down to that big red thing bouncing in his face.

"Go on... blow yer wad, blow yer wad for me kid."

Joel looked around and no one was nearby so he looked down at himself, his cock red and swollen and two good jerks away from losing it. He reached down and slowly started to stroke himself,

"Yeah, jerk that cock, cum for me kid" and that did it. Joel gave himself a couple of openly hard jerks and bang! his knees buckled as first one, then several ropes shots out of his cock, down to the tiles between them.

"That was awesome!" Hank said, and quickly wrapped the towel around himself, again pinning his cock against his stomach and strode away. Joel stood there, feeling the last of his cum ooze out of him. He quickly turned into the shower, letting the water wash the drool of cum off his front and down the drain.

As he stood there he heard the sound of the shower across from him start again. He spun around thinking Soulman was back but there stood Jorge, naked and facing him,

"TRULY awesome!" Jorge said and turned into the shower.

Next: Chapter 27


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