Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 19:17:13 +0000
From: im1ur2@comcast.net
Subject: locker room flirt chapter 4

This story contains references to homosexual male activities.  If it
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Locker Room Flirt, Chapter 4
Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved.

	Julian's stomach had butterflies the way he always did just before
a race...or when taking a girl out on a date.  His entire body felt on edge
as he smiled to himself thinking the last thing he needs is coffee right
now.  A gooseneck bottle of beer and a smoke maybe, but not coffee.  Julian
had taken a half hour to run by his room to change clothes.  He decided to
wear his favorite new jeans.  He only had one pair of underwear that worked
with these jeans.  He dug out of the hamper the day-old Jockey heather grey
bikini briefs he wore with the jeans yesterday.  Before putting them on he
took a deep sniff of the crotch and smiled. He could still smell a hint of
himself.  He stripped naked and put them on standing in front of his closet
door's full-length mirror. Not the style underwear he normally preferred,
but he had grown to like how he looked in them. They are the type that have
no fabric, only waistband, between the front and back.  They sat extra low
on his hips, and he liked how the waistband grazed just above his pubic
hairs.  He started to bone up as he looked in the mirror.  He turned around
to see his butt in the mirror.  There was no denying it.  He loved how his
thick legs and full ass filled out this skimpy underwear.  And then there
was his growing package.  He put a clean white t-shirt on and looked back
at the mirror.  The hem of the t-shirt rested just above his swollen
package.  He grabbed himself and squeezed making his hard-on push further
out and pulling the waistband away from his skin.  He was so horny all over
again.  He stopped himself.  What if Mark?...  He couldn't believe he was
even thinking it.  He grabbed his slim-cut heather grey cashmere sweater,
the jeans and finished getting dressed.  Before walking out the door he
splashed some cold water on his face then swept his dirty blonde bangs
across his forehead and out of his eyes.  With a quick look to the mirror
he thought to himself "I'd do me." and walked out the door.

	It was fifteen minutes after five when Julian walked up to
Starbucks.  He spotted Mark through the large glass windows sitting in the
corner of the cafe by himself writing in a notebook with his left hand and
holding a mug absently in his right.  Mark had on dark hard jeans, too, and
a one-off t-shirt which made Julian feel better about taking the time to
change clothes.  Mark always looked like he just through his clothes on,
but they were expensive clothes.  It made Julian smile, and stare, as he
slowed his pace toward the door.  His eyes took in Mark's seated frame, his
head bent down over his notebook, his wispy hair shading his forehead and
eyes from view.  All Julian could see was his nose and full lips.  Those
lips were so sexy Julian thought to himself.  Their shape so chiseled and
that chin and his jaw.  Then Julian thought about Mark shirtless in the
locker room and whipping out his athletic cup. He replayed the scene of
himself pressing the cup against his face and breathing in Mark's
man-scent.  It made Julian feel close to Mark.  Intimate.  He was
undressing Mark with his mind remembering the bulge in those football
pants!  Julian was boning up just as he reached the door.

	Mark sat at a small bistro table directly across from the door so
he could glance up through his bangs to see who was walking in.  When he
saw it was Julian he smiled and lifted his head in a "Hey there" nod.
Julian motioned that he would get his drink first then be over.  Mark took
this opportunity to check out what Julian was wearing.  The boy knew how to
dress he thought to himself...and fill out a pair of jeans.  Mark's eyes
went from the packed jeans to Julian's eyes.  Looking a little flushed in
the face Julian flashed a smile, shoved his hands quickly into his pockets
and
 turned toward the counter to place his order.  With Julian's back turned
Mark watched him standing at the counter.  His mind quickly went back to
the locker room where Julian stood naked at his locker.  Mark pictured
Julian in profile with his muscular bare ass sticking out, large upper legs
and smooth skin.  It had been quite a while since Mark had encountered
anyone so...interesting.  Someone Mark couldn't stop thinking about naked.
Mark didn't want to stop thinking about Julian naked.  That was the
problem.

	Mark's eyes drifted back down to his notebook, but his mind was in
the locker room.  He was imagining Julian followed him into the bathroom
stall.  They were mashing their lips together while fondling each other's
cocks and naked bodies all up and down.  The image gave Mark such a hard-on
he was beginning to feel it hurt straining against his jeans.

	"Hey there." Julian said.  "Studying hard?"

	Mark smiled.  Without lifting his head he raised his eyes while he
slowly hunched his torso over the small bistro table and extended his hand
for Julian to take a seat.

	"Hardly studying is more like it."

	"Where's your posse?  I was hoping you'd be sitting here with at
least Brahnmon!" Julian said while standing over the small table.

	"I can't study with those guys.  I'd never get anything done.  Have
a seat."

	Julian pulled up a chair and sat down across from Mark.  As he came
down into the seat the outside of his right knee and upper leg slid along
the inner left thigh of Mark's parted legs.  Julian pushed his chair back
slightly and turned himself left so his leg no longer touched Mark's.
There legs were still very close together with Julian's right leg between
Mark's and Mark's right leg between Julian's legs.  Mark made no effort to
move his leg away.  Both Julian and Mark sat back on their chairs as they
continued to talk moving both their knees toward the other a few inches.
Both could see how interlaced their legs were with each other.  Julian
loved every accidental brush of Mark's leg against his.  They both talked
about their sports careers mostly.  Every now and then Julian would nudge
Mark with his knee to make a point in one of his stories.

	When the conversation started to lull Mark said "So stud, did the
doc discover your dirty little secrets?"

	Julian's eyes flashed at Mark.  He didn't know what to say.  How
could he possibly know?

	"What the fuck.  Tell me!"  Mark said catching the look. He sat up
quickly and hunched over the table toward Julian.  His elbows came down to
rest on his legs and his hands touched down lightly on Julian's right knee.
He used the physical contact to convey that Julian could trust him, but it
was Mark's excuse to just touch him.

	"What made you say that?" Julian tried to sound calm, but
embarrassment and panic gripped him inside.

	Julian paused.  He thought for a moment about it.
Athletes. Physicals. Doping.  Smoking weed.  Whatever.

	"Nothing.  I just...The doctor said I'm in perfect health."  Julian
said as his body relaxed.

	Mark's fingers wrapped around the knee to encircle Julian's calf
and squeezed.  He smiled mischievously at Julian and pulled.  Julian's butt
slid forward on his chair.  Julian grabbed the seat with both hands and
laughed.

	"Tell me."  Mark said calmly.  The whole time Mark's face, full
lips and mouth remained serene, but it was his eyes that did all the
talking as they studied Julian's reaction.  He wasn't going to let Julian
off the hook.  He knew something happened and now he had to find out what.

	"Tell you what?" Julian said smiling and trying to make Mark's
engagement seem preposterous.  He was enjoying this now.  Mark was still
gripping his calf with both hands.  Then Mark mashed both his legs together
and squeezed Julian's right leg.  Julian started looking around the room.
He wanted this...but not here.  Julian put his hands on each of Mark's
knees and tried to pry the legs apart.  Julian's smile turned into a sexy
sneer.  His eyes narrowing as he flexed his upper body straining against
Mark's clenched legs.

	"Nothing...there's nothing...  The doc said there is NOTHING wrong
with me."  Julian's eyes asking Mark to stop.

	Mark tried a different tactic by pleading softly. "You're holding
out on me.  Come on.  You can tell me."

	"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Julian teased.

	Mark took this as a challenge.  With his right hand he grabbed
Julian's left calf.  With both hands gripping each of Julian's calves he
lifted and pulled sliding Julian forward.  Julian quickly let go of Mark's
knees and grabbed his chair to stop himself sliding off onto the floor.
The chair rocked then kidded a few inches across the floor.

	A couple of skinny-boy Emos sitting shoulder-to-shoulder and
hip-to-hip had been engaged in their own giggling interaction on a sofa
across the room.  The one on the right text-messaging while the one on the
left was giving pointers on what to type.  They had been at it for a while
when the one on the left wiggled closer, pulled his knees up to his chest
and turned his mouth into the ear of the other boy.  What ever he whispered
caused his mate to stop texting and look across the room.  The way the Emos
were fashioned in long bangs pressed straight down over one eye,
ultra-skinny black jeans, mangled t-shirts and Chuck Taylors couldn't have
been further apart in look from Julian and Mark.  But the skinny-boy Emos
instantly recognized the two athletes across the room were engaged in a
flirtation as obvious as their own.  Mark noticed them staring.  He gave
them a quick smile and a nod of his head.  Then he released his grip on the
backs of Julian's legs.

	"How 'bout we take a walk?  Neither of us is getting any studying
done."  He suggested and Julian instantly agreed.

	They packed up, walked to the door and Mark nodded at the two Emos
as he passed by.  He secretly hoped they were having as much fun with each
other as he was having with Julian.  They smiled back and the one who had
been text-messaging snapped Mark's picture with his phone.

	Instead of walking back toward campus Mark directed them into the
neighborhood behind Starbucks.  It was dark already.  The street they
walked down had no street lights and very few homes with front porch lights
on.  Mark didn't waste any time once they were half way down the block he
started in on Julian again.  He put his right hand on the back of Julian's
neck and squeezed.

	"So...I'm still waiting for you to tell me what the doctor found.
Your face when I said that back there was unmistakable.  Out with it."

	"Dude.  It was nothing.  I can't even remember why I gave you a
look...IF I gave you a look."

	"Dude." Mark said in a mocking voice.  " 'Nothing' gets you this."

	Mark squeezed Julian's neck tighter.  Julian twisted out of his
grip and through a joking punch back into Mark's arm.  Mark grabbed
Julian's outstretched arm and pulled him in. Julian's back came into Mark's
chest.  Mark wrapped his arms around Julian from behind and grabbed
Julian's wrists.  Julian pushed back hard with his butt which bent Mark
over Julian's back.  Julian quickly bent over all the way bring his head
down to his knees.  This pulled Mark off his feet, flipped him over and
landed him on his back at Julian's feet.  Lucky for Mark Julian aimed his
maneuver into the grassy lawn of a home they were walking by.  Still, Mark
got the wind knocked out of him.  He was stunned. Julian immediately came
around and kneeled down over Mark to see if Mark was hurt.  At first Mark
couldn't breath.

	"Short breaths.  Take short breaths.  It'll come back.  Relax.
Short breaths."  Julian coached.

	After a few seconds Mark was able to suck in a deep breath.  Then
he relaxed and dropped flat out on the grass.  Julian hunched
 over him and grasped Mark's shoulders.

	"You okay?"

	Even though Mark was seeing stars and water filled his eyes from
the force of the blow he smiled up at Julian.

	"Nice move.  Thanks for putting me on the grass."

	Julian gripped Mark's shoulders and said, "Sure you're okay?"

	Mark nodded, so Julian dropped down from kneeling to sit back on
his feet.  His butt at Mark's waste.  His left knee-cap nuzzled into Mark's
left armpit.  Julian leaned over Mark's waist and planted his left hand on
the ground.  Mark dropped his left arm between Julian's legs which brought
his forearm to rest against Julian's crotch.  Mark's hand rested on
Julian's lap.  They sat there in silence for several seconds.  Mark with
his eyes closed, relaxing and breathing.  Julian leaning across and looking
down at Mark's face.  The stillness and amount of physical contact between
them started to have an affect.  Julian's cock started to throb.  He could
see it move Mark's forearm slightly.  After a couple throbs Julian felt
Mark press back. It made Julian's cock throb even harder.  He watched
Mark's face which did not change.  Julian forced his cock to throb long and
hard.  Mark answered back with pressure from his forearm.  Then his hand
moved to cup over Julian's package.  Julian spread his right leg wider to
let Mark have better access.  Mark squeezed then slid his hand up under
Julian's sweater to the bare skin.  He brushed his hand across Julian's abs
then curled his fingers into the top of Julian's jeans.  This gave Julian
chills.  His cock ached for release.  He continued to watch Mark's face
which never registered anything.

	Mark pulled down on the front of Julian's jeans, slid deeper inside
through pubic hair until the tips of his fingers pressed against the
stiffened base of Julian's cock.  Even though Mark's eyes were closed he
could picture everything he was doing with perfect clarity.  His own cock
was hard and throbbing.  His heart was pounding, he was breathing heavy,
chills came over him, and his body shook with nervousness.

Could he go through with it?

to be continued-

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