property of liam dunbar {boyxboy}

six • property of liam dunbar

{liam dunbar}

   I dress out in my gym clothes in the boys locker room. I put my shirt over my head and catch Brett looking at me from across the locker room while closing up his things.

   I leave the locker room and go into the weight room. I grab my workout paper and do what's first. Bar squats.

   I tell Brett to spot me. We add some weight to the bar. I put the bar behind my back on my shoulders, he helps me lift the bar off the racks and backs up to give me room to squat down.

   I go down once then a second time. I look in the mirror to look at Brett and he was looking down at my butt. Wait what? I continue to squat. And he kept looking at my butt, I feel so violated but I smiled to myself.

   When I finished he helped me put the bar back on the racks. "What're you looking at" I said getting out from under the bar. "Nothing" he shakes his head and goes to do a different workout.

   I narrow my eyes at his back as he walked away. Was my mom right about him? Nah, she doesn't know what she's talking about.

   When class was over I asked him if he was "Brett, I don't want to make this weird or uncomfortable okay" we walked to the boys locker room sweaty. Our hair matted to our foreheads.

   "What is it" we walk inside the locker room, and it was hot too. "Are you gay or bi" I whispered to him.

   He looked away from me then met my eyes "Yes, I'm...bi" he whispered back. "Why didn't you tell me" I whispered through gritted teeth.

   We walked to his locker "Because I didn't know how you'll react" he pull off his shirt over his head. "What did you think I was going to go around telling everybody that you like guys and girls. I would never do that" I shake my head.

   I prop my arm up against his locker. "Yes exactly, that's why I didn't want to say anything. But now that you know please don't tell anyone" he takes off his shorts and was in his boxers.

   "I don't care if you are bi. And I won't tell anyone I promise" I give him a small smile. "Are a closeted gay" I asked, I realize what I said and face palm myself.

   "Actually I'm not, I just don't want people to know this year" he takes off his boxers, I look down for a quick second then looked away. He caught me looking and laughed. Deep down I wanted to look again.

   He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. A fight breaks out in the locker room.

   We turn our heads, and one had his boxers on and the other one had just a towel wrapped around his waist. The guy's towel fell off his hips and was now fighting naked.

  Penises were flying everywhere. I look at Brett from the corner of my eye and he was looking at them intently, his jaw clinched. I look down and I see a little bulge from his towel.

   He puts a hand in front of his crotch to hide it. I felt a pulse downstairs, and I shift on my feet to get rid of it but it didn't help. I put my hand in my pocket of my gym short. And push it down. Brett turns away from the fight and walks to the showers.

   The two fighting were yelling at each other while fighting, some boys try to break it up.

   I go to my locker that's away from the fight and take off my clothes and grab a towel and walk to the showers.