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Gay Book 'The Locker'
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Everything was spinning around in his head, dots and flashes of pin point lights passed
across his vision as his whole body shook, screaming out in pure agony from
being held back and as he struggled with those wild thoughts, he felt
Dakota’s fingers digging into the flesh of his lower back. The fingers
digging hard into his body, the pain almost unbearable and yet he knew that
he wanted more, that his own fingers were pressing in just as hard. His legs
were like thick steel girders as he swung one over both of Dakota’s
shuddering limbs. He felt the fire touch him deeply inside as his leg
pressed down, pinning Dakota down and his tongue stopped for a brief pause,
too long really as it was suddenly pushed aside by the tingling top of
Dakota’s tongue.
Nothing seemed real to him now as first there were spots of lights, all sorts of lights of
all colours and then he could see the shadow figure of Dakota leaning
against Rusty’s locker, then suddenly he could see that smile, more dots,
more flashes and he grew frightened as his mind simply shut down. There was
a distant roar in his head that was growing as his body continued to press,
continued to shake and shudder and all the time all he could think about was
that Dakota had said he had something special, that he wasn’t like the
others, and his body suddenly seemed to float. For a mere moment in time he
couldn’t feel anything but a sort of gliding feeling, like he was suddenly
being lifted up in the air, that a gust of wind so strong had taken hold of
him. His legs no longer had any feeling and his hands were numb as he
struggled to breathe.
It had been a long while since he felt like this but then it
wasn’t like this then either, it had been different and yet not. Dakota
felt confused and yet felt like this was something he had always desired,
always wanted, and now his search seemed to be over because this was it,
this was how it should be as his body continued to fill his mind with
strange but familiar sensations. Something was happening to him and for a
brief second his eyelids opened, he saw the face before him, so close that
he could see every pore, every tiny little blemish or hair even. His eyes
took it all in and yet they were only open for less than a second. He could
see the way the soft white flesh of Noah’s nose flared and puffed out as
he tried to breathe, he could see the tiny little nose hairs just barely
noticeable under the one flaring nostril, he could also see the long thin
eye lashes, the way they fluttered from the hot breath that seemed to be
between them, like a cushion of air
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