Evolution - Sex Stories

Evolution

... anything but this kid. I keep telling myself “I’m not gay”. It wasn’t working, I continued to feel myself stiffen so I grabbed my towel and almost ran for the door. I heard Lucas say “that was quick” as I made my retreat heading for the showers and some cold water to douse the effect Lucas was having on me. I stood under the water for about a minute when in walked Lucas taking up a spot just one over from me. OH DAMN! He adjusted the shower and turned his back to me exposing the most perfect bubble but I had ever seen, hard, round and even cupped in on the sides. DAMN! This time I tried to catch my growing cock early and made my way to my locker. I just had to sit on the bench and let this pass. The blinds were drawn tight but light still crept around the edges giving off an almost neon type of light. I’m now aware that I’m naked with a sheet somewhat covering me, neither hot nor cold just about the perfect temperature to drift off once again. Wait – I hear someone breathing softly and evenly and very close…… I look up to find Lucas walking down the row of lockers, the towel around his neck and his cock swinging from side to side with each step. He throws out another of his smiles as he passes me and stops 8 lockers away. His smell hits me as he walks past me, he smells like heaven! My mind is spinning, I can’t tell you what this kid has over me but I now know gay or not I want him! Lucas towels off and grabs his boxers. He gives me another smile as he steps into them, and I ...

... watch, stare, and begin to grow once again. I don’t even think he’s interested, his cock now put away never hardens but he doesn’t question my watching or quicken his pace sliding on his Nike basketball shorts. I turn my back to him to hide my arousal and slide into my cargo shorts commando style before turning back to my locker and grabbing a quick glance at him. Once again he catches me, smiles and just takes his time putting on his shoes. Lucas remains shirtless as he bends over to tie his shoes and again I stare. He slips on a black wife beater t-shirt and checks his phone and just sits there. By now I’ve got my T-shirt on and stick my feet into flip flops. I get another chance for a quick glance and now I find him with a backpack over his shoulder and straddling the bench facing me. Another smile, DAMN! I grab my bag and start to walk for the door hoping to make my escape while Lucas grabs another glance at his phone. I hurry to place distance between the kid and myself so I don’t do something stupid because I still want him. Bad. “What did I do last night?!” I try to get my eyes to adjust to the dim light looking for my clothes and slide to the side of the bed as quietly as I can unwrapping from the sheet covering me and whoever is next to me. My thoughts are still racing, nothing is making sense and my body still feels like I have a hell of a hangover. The body next to me has a familiar smell and I take it in, then the breathing changes, the body rolls over towards me ...