Page 36 of The Locker Room
hair for the second time, and then rinsing, and he wiped off his eyes and
saw Christian, staring at him.
The two of them had avoided looking at each other personally.
Hell, they had avoided looking ateveryonepersonally. They might be
gay, but that didn"t mean they spent their time gawking at the other boys
on the team. That felt like an abuse of trust, somehow, and they couldn"t
do it.
But here they were, giddy from victory, happy, thank-the-gods
clean,and, well, naked.
They simply stared for a few moments, completely taken aback.
Xander began to focus on details then—Christian"s taut stomach, his
tight, wiry frame. Christian was six feet tall by now, and looking like he
might possibly grow another inch, but Xander was six foot five, and
definitely not finished growing. Christian was all tight, small muscles, a
rippled stomach, pale skin. Xander couldn"t stop looking at him. Chris
was… pretty.Beautiful.
Xander didn"t want to think about what his own body looked like.
Freakishly tall, deathly white, a small mat of dark chest hair already
taking up residence between his pecs—not beautiful. Not Chris.
But Chris was looking at him like he was something special, and he
managed a shy smile. He looked down Chris"s body and raised his
eyebrows at Chris"s private area, drooping large and soggy in a nest of
curly blond hair.
Chris"s grin turned cocky then, and he gave a little shrug and a
swaggering thrust with his hips that could only be called “adorable.”
Xander laughed then, and Chris, again without talking, reached down
bravely, seized his cock in his fist and stroked once, twice, three times.
His head tilted back, and his eyes closed, and Xander watched,
openmouthed, as that thing grew, doubled in size, became plump and
thick and long and huge.
