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We see each other practically everyday and despite our lack of conversing with each other, it’s there and this is how I want to see it…..
It’s a brisk and busy day at College just like any other. Here I am basking in the heat of the sun with a view that suddenly sends a shock of thrill through me, and all I want to do is obtain more.
The first thing that registers with me is…
“OH MY GOD HE’S NOT WEARING A SHIRT.”
I know I probably sound like some rabid teenage girl in making such a statement but I simply can’t get past the fact that he is shirtless and wow I bet he could do a lot with those abs.
The next thing I then see is him walking towards me and my mouth goes completely dry for words. I can now not only see the sheer define of his practically flawless physique, but I can also see the mouth watering sweat that exists on the surface of it, so wet, so hot, so utterly erotic to the naked eye.
When he finally approaches me I finally feel the heat of his body along with him saying something seemingly incoherent to me but I’m too caught up in the spirit of the moment to regard anything else.
“You wanna play?” he asks when I manage to gather and restrain myself from licking his body clean, particularly the impressive bulge showing through his navy blue track suit bottoms.
Eight, possibly nine inches but I’m bracing myself to be blown away.
He asks me again stating my name this time to stress what seems like concern for me and I warm at realising it.
“Sure” I reply grabbing hold of the ball, although secretly hoping I was holding something else at that very moment.
Half an hour into the game and we’re both really getting into it, but of course the sight of his muscles rippling in the scorching sun hypnotises me, allowing for him to then gain the upper hand and win their game. Though to be honest I couldn’t care less cause it still earns me the ultimate reward in return, a playful tussle on how he’s so great and oh, he is with those well muscled arms wrapping around me deliciously.
We then head towards the showers to wash away the sweaty warmth of the day and I hum in anticipation of the mind numbing scene that awaits me once everything is uncovered. My cock twitches in excitement at the very thought of the possibilities, but I compose myself enough for the time being.
Once we arrive, we find that we are in fact all alone and that amps my excitement all the more. I then barely have the time to say anything before I catch sight of his now nude body walking to one of the vacant shower cubicles, giving me the wordless suggestion to join and I waste no time in ridding myself of these materialistic confine and joining him in the partnering cubicle.
I choose to keep my focus planted straight ahead the whole time to mainly not draw any suspicion out of him, though I can’t help but briefly allow my eyes to roam over the back of his nude body as I approach the cubicle. I then quickly turn my back to him in an attempt to conceal the raging hard on that spontaneously develops once my eyes finally catch the very slightest but impressionable peeks of the main prize, and boy did I underestimate his endowment. He’s not even erect but still…..
WOW!!
There is an awkward running silence between us apart from the splashing of water against our bodies. My form is still turned away from him and I sense him staring at me, but I dare not turn myself around to give him the upper hand in this game. A game I hope with ever fibre of my being to win.
Or will I?
To be continued....