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made a beeline for my locker. Twisted the code and then pulled out my
    uniform while making as little eye contact as possible.
    “So…did you suck tongues with the faggot?” Jeff’s voice was loud, ringing
    through the locker room, though not as loud as the wet, slobbery kissing noises he made just in case I didn’t know what that might sound like. I steeled myself and turned around. “Oh, yeah, sure, Jeff,” I brazened it out. “He’s ninety pounds soaking wet, and he totally had his way with me. I was powerless to resist.”
    Jeff scowled at me. I tried to avoid looking down at his chest, shirtless and broad.
    Would I have glanced down before Saturday’s madness? Would I have looked without
    any semblance of guilt? Had Craig somehow made me look at guys in a different way?
    He reached up and scratched absentmindedly just below his nipple. I fought the
    urge to stare—to watch to see whether the nub of flesh would stiffen. The scowl was still on his face.
    “Yeah, well, I don’t trust that fag. He’s after your dick, dude.”
    I made an obvious show of rolling my eyes and grabbed my crotch through my
    jeans.
    “Hey, everybody’s after my dick. He can just get in line.”
    There were a few chuckles at that. What is it about teenage guys that makes
    everything about your cock and where you’re putting it? Then again, I’d seemed pretty caught up in that myself at Craig’s house.
    “If someone’s looking for a real dick, they know who they should be talking to,”
    Jeff scoffed, in the process of dropping his shorts and stepping into a jockstrap. He dug his hand in the pouch and made a great show of adjusting himself. It was true, though, he had a pretty big cock—and very few reservations about swinging it around in the showers, usually while telling anyone who’d listen about his cheerleader girlfriend’s enthusiastic reaction to it.
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    I rolled my eyes again and turned to my locker. What I didn’t need was to think
    about what Craig had done to me; that would very likely trigger a reaction that would be reasonably tough to explain. I tugged off my T-shirt, trying to consciously slow my breathing while I did it. Jeans came off next, and boxers with them. Standing around naked wasn’t anything new—like I’d said to Craig, it was just what happened in the locker room—but I had to resist the urge to rush to put on my football uniform, which might’ve looked weird to the guys.
    So I slowly pulled on a jock, and then pants, and then everything else. I won’t lie, my cock was plumper than it would normally be, but I managed to avoid a full-on
    bone.
    Say what you like about the rigors of football, but after two hours of hard training, a swollen dick was the last of my concerns. Even Jeff was unusually subdued coming back in; it was as if Coach had decided to work us to the max just to make it clear that even though we’d collectively raised a few thousand for charity, he still expected us to earn our place on the starting lineup for the next game.
    It was only when I was in the shower, the hot water hammering into my shoulder
    blades, that I thought about that shower with Craig. Once I’d got it into my head, though, I couldn’t stop. I’d pushed him back against the tiles, hard, and we’d humped and ground against each other; then I’d taken him back to his room and basically
    fucked his throat. And he’d swallowed my cum. Not to mention hosing me down with
    his own.
    I could feel my dick rising, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I turned to the wall, glad my usual place near to the corner—away from Jeff, who took huge
    pleasure in dumping a half bottle of shampoo over you if you were dumb enough to
    stand nearby—meant there would be less chance of being seen. I glanced over to Louis, who was under the shower next to me, trying to spot whether he’d picked up on what was happening.
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    You do stupid stuff when you’re self-conscious. I’d