Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 10:44:48 +0000
From: im1ur2@comcast.net
Subject: Locker Room Flirt Chapter 7

This story contains references to homosexual male activities.  If it
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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'...

--

	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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