Page 36 of The Locker Room

hair for the second time, and then rinsing, and he wiped off his eyes and

saw Christian, staring at him.

The two of them had avoided looking at each other personally.

Hell, they had avoided looking ateveryonepersonally. They might be

gay, but that didn"t mean they spent their time gawking at the other boys

on the team. That felt like an abuse of trust, somehow, and they couldn"t

do it.

But here they were, giddy from victory, happy, thank-the-gods

clean,and, well, naked.

They simply stared for a few moments, completely taken aback.

Xander began to focus on details then—Christian"s taut stomach, his

tight, wiry frame. Christian was six feet tall by now, and looking like he

might possibly grow another inch, but Xander was six foot five, and

definitely not finished growing. Christian was all tight, small muscles, a

rippled stomach, pale skin. Xander couldn"t stop looking at him. Chris

was… pretty.Beautiful.

Xander didn"t want to think about what his own body looked like.

Freakishly tall, deathly white, a small mat of dark chest hair already

taking up residence between his pecs—not beautiful. Not Chris.

But Chris was looking at him like he was something special, and he

managed a shy smile. He looked down Chris"s body and raised his

eyebrows at Chris"s private area, drooping large and soggy in a nest of

curly blond hair.

Chris"s grin turned cocky then, and he gave a little shrug and a

swaggering thrust with his hips that could only be called “adorable.”

Xander laughed then, and Chris, again without talking, reached down

bravely, seized his cock in his fist and stroked once, twice, three times.

His head tilted back, and his eyes closed, and Xander watched,

openmouthed, as that thing grew, doubled in size, became plump and

thick and long and huge.