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Locker room stories of a hairy lover Part II

Part II

"Dude you're insanely hairy! How did that happen?" I smirked a bit, while saying that, to not make it awkward.

"My father's Italian, remember?"

His father, Frank Ramirez, was the last coach of our team. He was expelled from school, after someone had caught him shagging a student, then our current coach was hired. Jared had a good point, his father IS one helluva hairy man!

"And MAN, am I smelly. Gotta use the showers," he said.

I took a quick sniff of my armpit and said, "Yea bro, before it's getting too stinky in here. I'm really smelly as well"

Without me even noticing, he approached me, put one hand on my chest and with the other raised my arm and took a deep sniff of my armpit.

"Ahhh… Man scent," he sighed and backed off.

That was so confusing. I sat on a bench and bent down to untie my sport shoes, as Rob entered the room, shirtless.

Rob is another guy in our team. He is the most pumped member of us all. He looks like a Greek god, with his big chiseled pecs, which were unnaturally smooth. Though he did have a hot trail crawling between his abs. He also had sideburns on his face, which were his identifying sign.
I looked up and noticed he was looking for something, very urgently.

"What's up Rob?" I asked him.

"Hey guys," he said as he came into the room, still he kept looking around.

"What're you looking for?" Jared asked him, as Rob knelt to the floor and looked under a bench.

Rob stood up and said, "Dude, I can't find my shirt! Have you seen it? It's a blue T-shirt."

"Man! Who needs a shirt when you have a chest like that?!" Jared said and punched him in his left of his chest.

"Aw shut up, you jock!" Rob said and turned around to leave.

"And quit waxing, will ya?!" Jared shouted, the moment Rob left the room.

He looked at me and said, "Uh… That Rob guy has a cock to die for. I'd fuck him anytime!"

I tried to control myself, so my that bottom jaw wouldn't fall to the floor, "You'd what...?!"

"Anything wrong?"

"No, it's just… I've always thought you were straight as an arrow"

"What? You have to be feminine if you like men? And honestly, I don't like all those useless tags; gay, bi, straight, trans, queens, aliens. Bite me! I am what I am and I do what I like to do."

"And right now…" He looked straight into my eyes, "I really like what I'm seeing."

He came closer to me and I felt my heartbeat racing like a marathon runner. He grabbed my bulge with his hand. His lips were two inches from mine and his head was tilted to the side. I could feel his warm breath on my face, invading my respiratory organs.

"Damn how I love your stubble," he whispered as he caressed my 5 o'clock shadow as he backed off and went to the showers.

I sat down and breathed deeply, passing everything that has just happened through my mind over and over, like an old movie limited to a few flashbacks.

This was all so overwhelming. I was sitting there, without any clue as to what was going to happen next. The situation remained the same, until he suddenly came out of the shower.

"Yo, Brent. Do you have any shampoo? I'm out of it."

My mind went 'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!'

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