6'1", 180 lbs.6'1", 180 lbs., brown straight hair, brown eyes, beautifully proportioned. His fascination for guys had made him shy (how else could he not be out fucking the cheerleaders?) Chris was a basketball player, 6'4", 170 lbs. ("cute, but..." the girls said). He was no Tim, but right now, charged with sexual passion, the two appeared equals. As for the girls who overlooked him, Chris, in his current position, would have been the envy of them all. Their upper bodies were smooth for the most part, save for a trace of hair that led its way down to their crotches, a road map to the grand prize. They interlocked their legs and in a tight embrace humped their crotches together grinding and groaning, echoing loudly in the otherwise empty locker room. Tim broke the embrace and grabbed Chris' knees and slide him away from him. "I'm hungry Chris," Tim said in an almost trance like state. Tim then grabbed the waistband of Chris' sweat shorts and slowly pulled them down the basketball players long legs, pulling them over his shoes and tossing the shorts aside. Tim then pulled Chris halfway back towards him, reached forward and liberated Chris' long, thin (like Chris) dick from the jock, pushing the constraining pouch to one side. (For some reason, they both liked to keep their jocks and shoes on when getting off. |