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meant to just side-eye Louis,
    make sure he hadn’t spotted what had basically amounted to a full boner by now. I was resisting the urge to wrap my fingers around it and jerk it off, but I guess I’d been too obsessive in my checking.
    “Dude, you want to just take a photo?” he muttered. I was thankful that his low,
    smooth voice was as quiet as it was deep. Still, just getting caught by a single person was hardly less mortifying. I felt my cheeks light up in a blush as I made very awkward eye contact.
    “What?” I tried to brush it off, but he gave me a more than knowing look.
    “You’ve been staring at my junk for the past five minutes, Kyle.” Had it really
    been that long? I knew I couldn’t leave until my cock had deflated, since I’d have to walk the length of the shower to get back to my locker. “I get it; it’s a big black dick.
    You white boys are envious.”
    I looked up at his face—hang on, when had I looked back down at his crotch,
    anyway?—and saw, despite what he was saying, that he wasn’t really laughing at me.
    He was just sort of quiet as he rubbed soap under his arms. I knew the suds were
    running down his chest and probably dripping down his crotch, and it took a lot of effort not to glance that way again to see if I was right.
    “I wa-wasn’t…” I stuttered. “I mean, I was just… I zoned out, dude, I just
    wasn’t…” Was that the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth? Out of everyone on the team, Louis was probably the quietest and the most serious. He was also incredibly fit and, no matter what Jeff seemed desperate to proclaim, probably had the most
    impressive stuff hanging between his legs. Had I really been staring at it?
    “Relax, Kyle.” He turned to the narrow ledge we used to store soap and shampoo
    and pumped out another fistful of shower gel. I knew I shouldn’t look at his ass when he did it, but somehow knowing that meant it was inevitable. Damn, it was crazy tight and round.
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    “I wasn’t trying to…” I tried, poorly, to explain. He turned back around and fixed me with a blank stare. I dragged my gaze back up to his face, maybe even doing it in time to not get caught in the process. I knew, from the movement of his arms at the edges of my vision, that he was soaping up his groin. I also knew that, if I was to ever live this down, I had to do anything it took to keep looking at his face.
    “So, that gay kid got you curious, right?” He was joking, he had to be joking, but his voice was so deadpan that I could feel the panic starting to rise in my chest. I shook my head under the water.
    “Damn, Louis, don’t give me that same shit I’ve been catching from Jeff all
    practice.” I downplayed it, waiting for him to chuckle or something, or to tell me that this was all a joke.
    No chuckle.
    “Jeff don’t know shit,” Louis said, wrinkling his nose some. “Guy’s a fucking
    idiot.”
    There we agreed. Louis tipped his head back into the stream, sending rivers of
    soap cascading down his chest. I couldn’t help myself; I had to steal a glance down.
    And that made me automatically compare Louis’s inches with what Craig had. Craig
    might’ve been behind, but I didn’t think it was by much.
    I fixed my gaze back up in time to see him wipe the water from his eyes. I don’t
    think I got caught. “Look, what a guy lets some gay guy do to him, I don’t give a fuck about, yeah?” I’d frozen then, desperate not to betray anything just in case this was all a trap of some sort. Louis skewered me with a look. “That shit’s none of my business.”
    “Look, Louis…” I started, but he just shook his head.
    “Like I said, none of my business.” Louis shrugged a little, flashed me a rare smile.
    “Your dick says it all, man.”
    I glanced down to where my cock was apparently trying to get as far away from
    my body as it could. I still wasn’t quite sure why; okay, I’d had no problems getting hard for Craig to go to town