Warning: Can contain traces of cum. This story is pretty brutal again. I'm not sure whether I'm happy with it... I hope you enjoy it...
Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)
“Five minutes, guys”, I said, standing in the locker room, watching Nestor and Logan take off their clothes.
Nestor
was 23 years old, an innocent looking Hispanic guy with deep brown
eyes, a wiry, muscular body and a smooth, young face. A large tattoo
surrounded his navel and disappeared into his black boxers where it went
on, covering his loins and half of his cock. His long, pitch black hair
was bound in a ponytail. He had two scars on his face, a small one on
his forehead, and a slightly bigger one on his left cheek. He called
himself a “street-fighter”, and I suspected that he was a member of some
kind of gang. I knew for sure that he had gotten in a lot of fights.
Apparently,
he had been in one fairly recently, because his jaw looked a bit red
and bruised and his lower lip sported a tiny, bloody cut.
“Been in a fight, Nestor?” I said, trying my hand at some small talk.
Nestor turned around and it occurred to me that gang rivalries might not be the perfect subject for a casual conversation.
I smiled sheepishly.
Nestor smirked and didn’t reply. He was naked except for his boxers and looked at Logan.
Logan unbuttoned his fly and took off his jeans.
The
blond, muscular high school senior had just turned 18. He was on his
school’s wrestling team, an All-American-Boy with great looks and a
perfect body. He was a bit smaller than Nestor, but it looked like he
had more muscles. His abs formed a perfect six-pack, he had great pecs,
and his legs and his arms were strong. His blond hair had grown a bit
since I had seen him, and it looked good on him, natural and hot. He was
wearing tight white briefs that highlighted his endowment, bulging with
his cock and balls. Logan’s chest was smooth but a thin hairline
descended from his navel, disappearing into his briefs where some of his
pubic hair was visible above his waistband.
Logan folded his jeans and placed them on a bench. He took off his socks and stuffed them into his sneakers.
I looked at my watch. “Okay, we---“
“I’m gonna beat you”, Nestor said, staring at Logan.
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