Locker room; after practice:
"Uhg, Orion's a dick," Portman complained as he and Fulton limped into the change room long after everyone else had gone.
"Whenever Charlie or Adam goof off they don't have to do laps," Fulton said as he collapsed onto the bench.
"Man, I'm so beat," Portman said as he gingerly pulled his gear off. Fulton found himself staring, "Dude, you gonna stare at me or get changed?" Portman asked playfully, buta gripping sensation had taken ahold of his stomach. Fulton was staring at him, a half naked Portman.
"Sorry," Fulton stammered, "I'm exhausted,"
Portman just looked at him, trying to read him. What was he thinking? The two boys showered off and then got changed into clean clothes, not speaking the whole time.
Dorm room;
Portman's POV:
Okay. Tonight's the night. I'm gonna do somthing about this. I'm gonna confront Fulton and ask him if he's gay or not. I'll be subtle though, kinda ask it as if I were joking around. Nah, maybe that wouldn't work. Ah shit.
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Fulton's POV:
Tonight I'm gonna do it. I'm just gonna tell him. I'm not gonna imply that I like him, I'll just ask him what he thinks. Or maybe it'd be safer to say I'm Bi. Yeah, maybe I'll do that. Just look at him lying there. Sprawled out on his back, man he's hot. I wonder what it'd be like to feel all that muscle under you...?
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"Can I ask you somthing?"
"Can I tell you somthing?"
They both blurted out their questions at the same time.
"Uh, sure, you go first," Fulton said, embarassed as he ran his hands through his hair.
"Okay," Portman said as he got up and sat down next to Fulton, "I will."
Portman put his hand behind Fulton's neck and kissed him. Fulton tasted so different then all the girls. He was more solid too.
Portman soon backed off, looking for a reaction in Fulton's face. There was a reaction alright. Fulton dove in and kissed Portman again. Their tounges intertwined as did their hands. Portman took his shirt off and Fulton did the same. Portman lowered Fulton on to his back and stradled him.
"Holy shit," Fulton moaned. Portman began to ride Fulton and then slowly undid his zipper.
"Lift your back up," He said quietly. Fulton obeyed and Portman slipped off his pants.
"My turn," Fulton said. Fulton sat up and pushed Portman back and then turned him over. He pressed himself against the other boy and wrapped his arms around his waist, feeling for the zipper. He found the zipper but he found somthing else too.
"That's what you do to me, all the time," Portman said, his face in the pillow.
"Same man, same,"
Pretty soon the pants were off and then the party really got wild.
But I'll leave you to decide the details...
...:The End:...
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