I imagined him to be on the sloppy side. He has droopy lips. The kind you wanna nibble on and get drooled back in return. I was doing my back when I caught him looking. He stared away. The next time I caught him looking, I smiled.
He smiled back.
Perhaps it was coincidence that as I was taking my clothes off at the locker, he had also finished his workout and was walking over to his locker, right behind mine.
He smiled.
I smiled.
I toweled up and headed for the showers.
He smiled.
After wetting down, I enter the steam room, turning away, minding a soft closing of the door, only to find my left shoulder touching someone's chest. I turn to apologize, and then I realize it was him.
I smiled.
I turned to the side of the door and rested my back against the wall.
He smiled.
He walked over, I looked at the floor and threw an empty smile as he put his left hand up on the wall. I look to the right. His other hand catches my chin and turns me to his face. He has beautiful eyes that began to close as he leaned in towards my face.
And that's what his boyfriend tastes everytime they kiss.
But that was all we did. No orgasm took place while we were together. We could've done more, but maybe he knew his limitations. I had none. But I don't mind. It was good.
I'm so bad.
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