Date: Sat, 12 May 2007 16:44:43 +0000
From: im1ur2@comcast.net
Subject: locker room flirt chapter 8

This story contains references to homosexual male activities.  If it
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Chapter 8 - 
Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved.

	Saturdays many students played intramural sports.  Julian promised
his freshman buddy, Andrew, he would stop by the soccer fields after a
morning of studying and errands.  Andrew, had joined the weekend intramural
team that Mark Hernandez played on.  It was a cool sunny spring day.
Julian stood out among the shorts and shirted players standing on the
sidelines.  He wore street clothes - dark denim jeans, his team track &
field hoody, and a foot cast and crutches.  He had injured his left heel
from over-training and now had to stay off it for two weeks.

	Not too many guys who didn't play soccer showed up to watch.  There
were groups of girls, though, sitting on low portable bleachers - the
soccer players' girlfriends, their girl friends, and the girls who wanted
to be the girlfriends.  Julian smiled to himself thinking about his own
desires and how disappointed some of those girls in the bleachers would be
if they knew who on that field shared them.

	Every year the team captains picked team names.  Mark, in his
freshman year, had voted to name the teams after sport utility vehicles.
Everyone liked the idea which had remained unchanged now for three years.
Mark's team became The 4Runners.  Mark and Andrew's team were one of the
best.  Mark's good friend, Greg Brahnmon was captain of Team Escalade, and
a chief rival to The 4Runners.  The 4Runners had already played and won an
earlier game and were playing Team Escalade when Julian arrived several
minutes into the game.

	The players were at the other end of the field from where he stood
with Andrew on the sidelines.  He started chatting with Andrew while trying
to watch the players downfield.  He quickly picked out Mark and Greg as
both players stayed back around mid-field where Mark would lead a charge to
score and Greg would guard.  It wasn't long before play came back to their
end.

	The ball got passed up center field to a 4Runner who was looking to
pass it.  Mark had ran fast up field along the other side from where Julian
and Andrew stood watching.  Mark's eyes were darting from the player with
the ball to the field around the goal so he could position himself to
receive the ball and attempt a score.  Mark and Greg were side by side
watching the ball.  Mark's eyes jumped from his opponent to look across the
field when he noticed someone on the sideline with crutches in different
clothes from the team and having blond hair.

	Julian was watching him and blushed a little when Mark's eyes
locked onto him.  The two held each other's gaze a few moments then Mark's
eyes returned to the game.  He quickly stole another glance at Julian and
smiled then looked back in time to see Greg receive the ball from Mark's
teammate.  It should have been his.  Mark had missed it.  Greg had quickly
pulled away from Mark and was running the ball up to midfield.  He took a
look around and then kicked it off down field to a receiving Escalade
player.  Another 4Runner stole the ball back and kicked it to Mark who was
free of Greg guarding him.  It was an easy setup.  Mark took a large leap
forward with his right leg then pulled his left leg forward in a drawn out
motion that picked up speed as the leg traveled forward through the air.
Mark knew as soon as his foot connected with the ball that it was going
into the goal.  The ball blasted high and in the far corner of the net.
Mark's eyes went immediately to Julian's face to see if he would show any
excite- ment for the goal.  Both Andrew and Julian threw fists in the air.
Everyone cheered from the sidelines including Julian.

	He looked right at Mark and yelled, "Yeah, Hernandez!"

	Mark's heart leapt and he smiled wide at Julian who was smiling
just as wide back.  The two held each others gaze as Mark ran across the
front of the goal then turned up field with Greg giving him a pat on the
butt as they ran by Andrew and Julian.

	Greg smiled then asked, "So who's your new boyfriend?".

	"What?" Mark wrinkled his forehead acting confused.  He hoped Greg
would drop it, but
	he was sure he wouldn't.

	"Blond?  Jumping up and down, screaming your name?" Greg said as
they arrived back at midfield.

	"Jealous?" Mark replied.

	 "Not unless he has a big dick.", Greg said in a fake serious voice
while keeping his eyes on the ball.
	
	"I'll ask him for you."
	
	"No thanks.  But you should find out." Greg said casually as he
looked at Mark and winked.

	"Why?" Mark wondered out loud.

	"At least you'd be getting laid!" Greg said bumping his shoulder
into Mark's playfully.

	"Fag."  Mark said flatly.

	"That's me. A Fuckin'-Awsome-Guy." Greg shot back.

	"Fucked-Ass-Girl is more like it." Mark jeared.

	Greg couldn't help but laugh at that.  Greg had a great ass and he
knew it.  He got more of a laugh from Mark's comment BECAUSE he knew it.
If he was a Fucked-Ass-Girl the man getting his ass would be awfully happy.
Mark and Greg always talked trash.  You couldn't get a put-down to stick to
Greg.  He had too much confidence.  A graceful way of going along with it.
Making it work to his advantage.  He was totally straight, but you couldn't
get him upset by calling him queer.

	Mark's thoughts turned to someone else's ass.  As the game
continued he would steel glances at Julian, but very carefully.  He didn't
want Greg catching him even once.  It made it hard for Mark to see how much
Julian was watching him.  Which he really wanted to know.  Was Julian still
interested?

-to be continued.

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