Greg could still taste the residual saliva in his mouth as he
entered the pool building. He was angry earlier from the boys stupid
prank, and was disgusted that one of them would French kiss him.
Greeting the receptionist he passed the main desk and headed to the
boys locker room to get ready practice. Still thinking hazily about
the costumed boy in the car. His anger leaving him and being replaced
by a deep longing to have that long tongue exploring his mouth once
again.
Wait, what the fuck was he thinking? Bringing himself back to
reality he sat down on a bench next to his locker. The other boys
were coming in to change for swim practice as well. His friend Luke
entered said Hey and threw his stuff down next to Greg and opened his
locker. Luke then glanced over at his buddy to engage in some
conversation when Greg was taking off his shirt and noticed that he
had hair all over his chest and 2 odd looking zits below his nipples.
"Dude whats with the hair?" Luke said as he was pulling off his
shirt. "What?" said Greg as he looked down at his chest "Whoa!" he
had a light covering of hair along his chest. Greg moved his hand
down across his chest feeling the soft tufts of hair. Moving slowly
to his crotch, Luke brought him back into reality by placed his hand
on Greg's shoulder and muttered out something about puberty.
Greg looked up to see Luke pulling his jeans down. Revealing his
yellow speedo, and his tight ass. Greg started to drool at the image
before him his tongue lapping out of his mouth. Greg recovered
himself and began to pull his jeans off. His red speedo was
constricting against his slowly swelling privates.