The Boyfriend Diaries

4) Dude, did you just fart?-

    Chapter Four: Dude, did you just fart?-


    Laughter was all that filled the tiny, enclosed locker that I was currently held prisoner inside. The sounds of metal slapping against metal broke through as many lockers were being opened and closed.

    I kept my breathing under control as I concentrated, everyone was speaking at once. Even when I peeked out of the tiny slits within the door, that I was pressed against, I couldn't pin-point just who was speaking. Their conversation jumped from one boy to the next. Squinting I tried to spot Darren Nevis in the midst of all the commotion, but was having no such luck. 

    It was at that point in time that the lads decided that it was enough with the messing about and began to get changed, which meant the shedding of clothing. First it was their shoes, then their sweat-drenched socks and then their tops. I bit my lip hard, I couldn't force myself to look away even if I wanted to. The perverted woman inside me was currently rejoicing at the fact that I had a front seat view of the football team. Stripping. Completely unaware that they had a peeping Shay within their hub.

    Just how many girls would kill to be in my position right now? I was within the lair of the male species, a place so sacred that no woman had ever ventured before.  I glanced around the room, as soon as my eyes grazed down a brunette's bare neck, down to his definitely well defined chest I was a goner. 

    Now that guy is oh-so-lickable, the dirty voice within my head announced and I had no other choice but to agree with her.

    My anger for Melissa and Adam pushing me into this locker against my will diminished, in fact, I was contemplating buying them both lunch for the rest of the week. I couldn't wait for Melissa to hear this, man would she regret not ever doing as I told her.

    Leaning back against the locker I enjoyed the view. Just the way he brought his hands up to his hair, ruffling and brushing it back, made me weak in the knees and light headed. 

    I bet he has one hell of a sexy name, that familiar voice spoke again. Who cares about names? Damn, just sit back and enjoy the show. I was sure that as soon as he opened his mouth and spoke that every one of my nerves that tingled in attraction to him, would slowly sizzle and die. In my mind guys were only ever created for our viewable satisfaction, other than that I had no intention of finding out. Ogling them out from afar suited me just fine.

    Just then a new flock of lads came piling into the changing rooms, blocking my view of the brunette, I stifled a groan as I waited for them to settle.

    "Wa-hay boys!" A low voice rose up into the air, gaining everyone's attention. I moved my head from side to side as I tried to identify just who it was that had spoken. "Good game out there!"

    Then I saw him. He just lept out from no where, filling my vision so that all I could see was him. My eyes widened as I gazed upon his perspiration-coated face, and his chubby cheeks flushed as red as his t-shirt. Huffing still as he fought to gain control over his breathing, it seemed to be taking a while to get it back to normal.

    As he bounced, the tires that hung around his wide waist lurched up and down, sending me images of elephant seals jumping upon trampolines. Just then he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and revealing all of his glory. 

    "Awww, come on, Mark!" There was an echo of groans and profanities that swept throughout the room. 

    "Beerbelly, put it away!" Came even more shouts.

    I looked up to his face, suddenly feeling ashamed of my reaction and those of the entire room. But Mark didn't seem to care, instead it seemed spur him on even more.