'This isn't me. Why am I thinking like this? What's happening to me?' Alex's thoughts continued to remind him that he was straight but the longer that Elliott kissed him, the more gay he felt.
"Why is Elliot kissing me? This is so...so..." Alex was beginning to lose to the strange thoughts in his head. "...so good!" Alex moaned and began kissing Elliot back.
After a good five minutes of violently passionate kissing, they broke apart so they could breathe. They stood there, staring at each other and breathing heavily.
"What *huff* was *huff* that?" Alex asked Elliot.
"I don't *huff* know," Elliot replied. "Something just came over me. But the scary part is that I started to like that."
"I know what you mean," Alex said, forcing himself to look only in Elliot's eyes. "It felt like I wasn't in control anymore, yet I didn't want to change what was happening even if I wanted to."
"Do you still feel like you want to...?" Elliot trailed off.
"Feel like I want to do you on this bench right now?" Alex asked, adjusting his painfully hard and erect cock. "Yes I do. But I think we need to figure out how this happened to us."
"And then we can pick up where we left off," Elliot added, smiling.
"Definitely," Alex said in agreement, also smiling. They stared at each other starry-eyed for a few seconds, almost giving in to the increasingly overwhelming urge to resume their hot make out session, before walking out of the locker room.
The door opened as they approached it, and a very large man walked through. He barely paid the two boys any attention, who couldn't help but lick their lips at the man's size. Even with a baggy gray hoodie on, the man's pecs were very defined and pronounced.
As the man passed by, Elliot mouthed to Alex, "Wow he's hot!" Alex nodded in agreement and looked down to see the man's wallet lying open on the floor. Stooping down to pick it up, he gave Elliot a quick glance before walking towards the giant.
"E-e-excuse me, sir," he stuttered. "Is this your wallet?" The man looked at Alex for a moment before flashing a stunning smile. Alex almost creamed his pants just from this man smiling at him!
"Thanks kid," the man said. He took it out of Alex's hand, their fingertips brushing against each other and unknowingly passing the Contagion. The man walked away, leaving Alex standing there in stunned admiration. He barely noticed the slight tingle in his fingers where the man had touched him.
"Earth to Alex," Elliot said. "Come in Alex." Alex shook his head, turned, and followed Elliot out of the gym. Every now and then he would flex his fingers, trying to get rid of the tingling.
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"Thanks kid," Jason said. He grabbed his wallet out of the smaller boy's hand and walked away. He opened a locker and took off his gray hoodie. He adjusted the bottom of his gray muscle shirt so it wouldn't reveal his 6-pack. At 5' 11" and 228 pounds, he was surprisingly very modest about his body. Unlike some of his other big and muscular friends, he didn't flaunt his muscles about for the whole world to see. He wanted women to like him for his personality, not for his striking good looks. The only reason why he wore a muscle shirt instead of a simple T-shirt was because the last time he had worn a T-shirt he had ripped it from curling a barbell.
"Dude!" called a voice from behind Jason. Smiling he turned and high-fived his best friend, Mike. Mike was taller than Jason by an inch yet smaller than Jason by about 25 pounds. He still looked good though.
"Hey man! I just got here. Ready to get started?" Jason asked.
"You bet! Just give me a second to change out of these wind pants," Mike replied. He shucked them off and reached into the locker across from Jason, giving his buddy a good view of his broad, V-shaped back.
Jason looked Mike over and found himself thinking about how attractive Mike had become since they had met in high school ten years ago. When Mike hobbled on one leg as he pulled his shorts up, his calf muscles bulged profusely, and Jason's cock swelled.
Jason forced himself to look away. What had just happened? Was he just aroused at the sight of his friend's bulging calf muscle? Normally, he wouldn't dare look back at Mike, but something made him do so anyway.
He turned and looked Mike directly in the face. They stared at each other for a good few seconds. Jason couldn't resist allowing his eyes to migrate down Mike's chest.
"Why have I not noticed how hot his pecs are?" Jason thought, and then was completely repulsed by the thought. "I'm not gay. His pecs aren't hot. Okay, maybe they're a little hot, but that doesn't make me gay! I'd be gay if I began licking them right now. Not that that sounds like it wouldn't be enjoyable."
Suddenly, Mike's voice broke Jason out of his reverie, saying...