Locker Room Of Lust

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CLEARLY THIS IS GOING TO BE A SMUT SO IF YOU DISLIKE GAYS OR SMUT LEAVE AND FIND ANOTHER WATTPAD TO READ!!!!!!!


















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Shaking a few drops of water out of his hair, Makoto plopped down on the bench with a sigh. He ran his right hand through his hair, taking in a deep breath. Regionals were coming up, and he didn't want to let his team down. His times were somewhat improving, but compared to Haru, he felt a little sluggish. Thankfully Rin had allowed them to practice in the Samezuka pool today, so Makoto felt a bit better since some of the Samezuka students weren't as slow as he was. But the backstroke was arguably the toughest of the strokes, and while Makoto was very good at it, he felt a little pale. Haru was just so fast and his form was so beautiful. He admired that about the raven-haired boy. It was one of the many reasons why he had fallen for him. Makoto had never been one to express his emotions to others, but he had to tell Haru. It had been after a festival last semester, and Makoto thought Haru would never speak to him again. But, his feelings had been returned. It was like a lead weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he could breathe. Since then, he and Haru had been dating for approximately three months. They were happy; Makoto could finish most of Haru's thoughts and spoken words, and everyone had complimented their somewhat seamless relationship. They completed one another, and Makoto loved him. His feelings were strong, and he would never intentionally hurt Haru. That's why he wanted to improve his times so badly, for Haru. He wanted to push not only himself but his teammates to be the best they could be, and if his time would shave a few seconds off the path carved out for Haru during the relay, then Makoto wanted to do that.

Most of the Samezuka students had long returned to their dorms. Nagisa and Rei had gone home as well, but a few others still lingered about. Rin was packing up some of the equipment and Sousuke was nearby in the attached gym. Haru had gone to take a shower since he hadn't taken one in some time and the stench of chlorine stuck to his body like a permanent cloud of bleached cologne. So Makoto was alone in the locker room, wiping himself dry with a towel and wearing nothing but his long green and black swimsuit. Taking the white terrycloth in his hand, Makoto rubbed the cerulean remnants of the pool from his face and stuffed the towel into the locker Rin had given him to use at Samezuka. Making sure no one was around, Makoto hooked his fingers around the tight material of his suit and pulled downwards. Slowly, he peeled the fabric from his wet hips and legs. Bit by bit, pale skin exposed itself, always concealed from the sun by clothing or a swimsuit. Flesh peeked out gradually, and as Makoto completely disrobed, his penis hung limply in between his muscular thighs. Just flaccid Makoto was well endowed. The base of his penis rested amid a patch of thick brown pubic hair that glistened with the caught bits of water in it. Drying himself off, Makoto reached into the locker and removed his street clothes. He slipped on a pair of tight neon yellow and pink briefs, pulling tightly around his hips and thighs. Then he unfurled a pair of wrinkled light-wash jeans and slipped those over his tight underwear. The jeans were a little loose, so he fastened them to his hips with a brown leather belt. Lastly, Makoto put on a simple black shirt and ruffled his hair to a messy but kind of neat position once he was done. Sighing once more, his thoughts drifted back to how he just didn't want to do bad during regionals.

I've got time, he assured himself.

His thoughts were broken by the sound of the locker room opening. Someone was at the door, and Makoto looked up quickly to see Rin standing in the doorway. The shark-like boy's red hair was dry now, and he was wearing plainclothes too. He had changed into a grey tank top and a pair of black jeans with a metal chain hanging from his belt. He was barefoot but had a necklace with a shark-tooth on it hanging around his neck.

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