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Gay Book 'The Locker'
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staring. It was like he was spying on Dakota, trying to figure him out and he could see that
Dakota didn’t even notice it. Yet as much as he tried to be careful, he
couldn’t help but feel all giddy each time Dakota would walk up to the
locker, or each time he would see him standing there. He was like a Greek
God that they had learned about in English, the way he just looked so, well,
so commanding. Seeing him each morning was like a whole new experience for
him and he had to admit, seeing Dakota’s eyes light up, seeing him smile
and speak to him was enough to keep him going in dreamland for the day,
which was another problem he had to come to terms with.
He had already been spoken to about his sudden lack of attention in class, and he knew that
he hadn’t done well on the pop quiz on Friday, but that was then, today
was his time and he could feel his legs getting wobbly even though his dick
was rock hard, again. Christ that too was becoming a problem, because each
time he would think about Dakota, which was almost constantly, he would get
a hard on, he would think back to the night, the way Dakota looked, naked
and with that monster dick staring at him. Christ he still could feel the
fear he felt then, and yet he also felt the excitement of it too.
Strange, but he could think of virtually nothing else but what it would feel like to have
Dakota inside of him, and he had wondered if he would scream, or would he
cry like a baby? Every time he thought about it, his ass felt weird too like
it knew what he was planning and was just as uncertain about it as he was,
and yet at times it itched so much, like it was really wanting it. He knew
it was just nerves, yet it felt real to him, it really did feel like it was
itching and as he wiped the lock of hair from his face, he saw the blush on
his face, realizing the stupid things he had done this week.
His hand moved down his flat stomach, feeling the press of his
dick against his jeans as he felt that ache there again, knowing that what
he really wanted to do was to unzip his pants and just jerk off but he had
made up his mind last night, no touching, no hand jobs in case it would make
him soft when he wanted to be hard, when Dakota would need him hard. Damn,
just thinking of it and he could feel his dick moving inside his pants, the
fresh new boxer’s bit stiff but nowhere near as stiff as his cock was
feeling. Maybe it would be okay if
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