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There I was, in the locker room again. This was the place that I felt most like an outcast. I was bi and I was only out to a few people. Don’t think I just loved looking around in the locker room, because I didn’t. I only liked looking at one guy. Jeremy. There I stood as I slowly watched Jeremy undress. None of the other guys saw me but I loved watching him pull of his shirt. He slowly raised his shirt, crossing his arms to pull it off. Then he would stand there, almost taunting me, with his toned abs. Jeremy would leave his shirt off while he undid his pants. He always slowly pulled his belt off as if he knew I was watching. Then he would turn towards me and undo the button on his pants. Then gradually lower the zipper. And he would drop his pants and stand there in nothing but his underwear. By now I was almost fully hard. There he would stand, 5’9”, blonde, with a nice tan. I got a hard on every time I would watch this event. One day in gym I happened to overhear Jeremy giving his number to someone, so I jotted it down. That night I texted him and we talked for hours. Nothing dirty of course, not on a first talk. But as the weeks went on I would text him everyday. We would talk about sports and girls and many other things. One Friday a week later I asked him if he had ever thought of doing things with a guy. He seemed puzzled by this thought but he said he wanted to think it over before he said anything. So I told him to tell me tomorrow. That night I sat in my room praying that he would tell me he hadn’t and that he wanted to experiment. The next day arrived and he told me that he had always been curious about doing stuff with guys. He was afraid that it would spread so he never tried anything. The next day I was at school and Jeremy and I were in the hall. I said, “You remember what we talked about the other night?” He said yes and that he might want do some stuff with a guy. But I had to promise not to tell anyone. So I asked him how long it had been since he had been blown. He said he had never been blown. So I asked “Do you want to get blown?” And he asked “By you?” I said, “Sure why not, between friends.” So he agreed and we both set a time and place, my house at 5:00. When five rolled around I was getting nervous. Jeremy showed up and I asked “Are you ready?” he said…
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