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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 70
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 17 -- Blonde and Dark
He was blonde so I'll call him 'Blonde'. Not beach blonde, just he had this mop of streaky sexy hair in a big fringe but trimmed round his ears and on his neck it hung down a bit like a lion's mane. And he was wearing all white gym kit like the good cowboy in a cowboy film - a loose shirt that hung off his huge chest and was soggy with big stains of sweat, and baggy shorts filled with meaty buttocks - I mean, his shorts weren't baggy, but filled in a way I couldn't tell if he was hung, but it was clear he was like this really huge man, chest and arms like like massively large - true he'd been working out so that swollen but even so ...
The other guy who was just as sexy I'll call 'Dark' cause he had lovely dark hair, same style, roughly, but shorter - shaved to the skin round neat little ears like he was in the army, but with a floppy fringe what you could tug if you could reach it, and he wore a simple black stretchy singlet made of shiny lycra and small black shorts that literally you could see exactly him inside them they was so tight and they was all black as well, like the bad cowboy - all he needed was a black hat! - and his trainers were black leather as well, very neat and shiny but like who polishes his shoes? Even his eyes were dark - not the colour particularly, just that they were dark and he didn't look quite as upbeat or happy as Blonde, more like he was thinking a lot of serious thoughts, like he wasn't joking.
Yeah, cause Blonde had a kind of upbeat happy, like chirpy mood. Like he was on top of the world and didn't care who'd know it! Like he ruled, literally!
I mean they were straight from training cause they were all worked and cooling off. They were still doing these little stretching exercises as they walked in - like hooping the air with their arms and twisting their hips and standing on their toes and sort of jumping, like little jumps just to ... Well I don't know do I? I'm new to all this. Only thing is they basically ignored me as they walked in - cause I was just looking at them and I just idiot-stared mainly as they came in cause, well, the smell, and, the heat, and, the sound of them, their chitchat and the sight (like you never been in this situation. Come on!) their manly bodies ... and my frozen-to-the-spot just sort of ... adoration! But they ignored me completely and totally, except for that one comment Blonde made as he was entering - "Stand easy" - and even that I'm not sure if it was addressed to me.
But I thought it was.
My hands still felt dirty from the soiled jocks and sweaty shirts I'd been drooling over only seconds before. So I thought of getting washed. So I wondered if they was going to shower? Cause if they were I might as well just run along and shower at home, rather than be all embarrassed about my hard prick and the caning marks on my backside and the backs of my legs, and all my weedy muscles like not looking very clever ... and I mean, it was embarrassing - but then I just, I thought, looking at them (which I tried to do, or in the mirror without them noticing), One: if they were going to shower and, Two: if I could shower with them and their great bodies like close-up and all wet ... I mean ... So that was a no brainer!
So I was stuck wasn't I?
Blonde was the bigger. He was physically bigger than Urib as well but not quite so ... I dunno. cause Urib was all these muscles, wasn't he? like a gymnast, built to jump over things and hang from ropes and spin like a circus and put his legs out straight and support his entire weight on one arm and stuff! Cause he trained every day. But Blonde was more just this strength like he would floor you in a fight or if there was this big dog threw itself at him then he would just punch it on the nose and it would whimper and not bother anymore. Dark was clearly also strong but still narrower, but a still really beautiful body I could see cause it strained a bit cause his clothes were tighter for some reason - lycra - and when he moved it was more agile, or faster than Blonde - like as if he always had to get there first if Blonde did anything, like to help him or anything. I mean it was obvious already who was the dominant one - not that they were or anything! Just that like in any friendship you know who's the one basically decides everything and has first dibs on any girls or what film to go to or pizza-vs-burger debate, yeah? I mean, Dark was built as well like Blonde, but because he was ... well I just mean he looked somehow smaller, like equally huge but there was less of him as well? Trim. Difficult to describe, but there was, like he was younger brother or something, or, I don't know, like he was less important somehow, when he moved, like when he did anything, it was always like he was always thinking, like he thought about it first, and then did it, like he was uncertain, or careful, or scared of getting anything wrong ... or something.
Course I was thinking all this and I think I must'a looked pretty stupid standing there - no towel or anything, just in my stuff and not moving. So I started sort of edging towards the showers, but basically rooted to the spot as well cause they was these like real men and I thought, you know, Wow! Talk about worship! They were amazing!
So now Blonde was just standing and looking at Dark who was opening a locker and fiddling about opening it and Blonde just watching him do it, like super-patient-but-hurry-up? And he was smiling. And I thought, 'what is he waiting for?' - cause Dark was doing everything! But then Dark pulled out a big bag from the locker, a sports bag full of all this stuff.
But Blonde was still just standing, watching Dark, swaying his hips to stretch them and flexing his arms, like he sort of had nothing to prove, while Dark was still kind of busy - he handed a bottle of drink (which he'd already opened) to Blonde who took it without a word and lifted it up with his great big arms and knocked it back and emptied it - his large and well-defined Adam's apple going up and down in rhythm with the huge gulps he could take - but like he didn't say thanks or even hardly notice Dark took the empty bottle from his hand without saying anything. It was like he was Blonde's servant! And I thought, 'Cool to serve your master like that, always anticipating what he needs and that's it.'
But Blonde kind of laughed like he'd heard a joke or something.
They must'a been about Urib's age or a little bit younger I think cause they both seemed pretty safe. Very much like they weren't bothered about other people. Especially Blonde - like when he moved it was only to sit down (his baggy shorts bunched into loads of folds around his bulge when he did) and Dark immediately bobbed down and started to remove Blonde's trainers, untying the knots super carefully and even lifting Blonde's foot for him to ease it off.
Blonde had these great big feet and Dark gave each of them a brief massage before and after he took the sock off - which I could see Blonde liked but he didn't say anything. He stretched his shoulders by shrugging them and pressed his palms into the bench so that his arms stressed and his pecs popped a bit and his neck sort of grew and he half shut his eyes like he didn't need to do anything or he was falling asleep, just looking at the lockers in front of him, or at Dark in front of him bending down and rubbing his big athletic feet, or at Dark's lovely dark hair.
If I was fascinated, if I couldn't stop looking, well would it surprise you? But Blonde had noticed, obviously, cause he just then he said, without even looking up, he just said, "You look lost man. First time here is it?"
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 70