M-60197 Locker-Room Lovers

Excerpt

Then, after a silence, Don said, “Hey, have you ever had crotch itch?”

‘What a bring-down question,’ Carlo thought, and he said, “No, but it’s pretty common.”

“I thought I had it. So I went to Coach Martens. He is always saying not to let it go, that he has some salve for it.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Well, I thought I had a case, so I went to the coach. And… look, Carlo, don’t repeat this, right?”

“Promise.”

Don went on slowly. “I went into his office and he told me to let down my jock strap. So I did. He looked at my crotch and said I’m just sweaty and have tender skin.”

“Well? So what?”

“But Coach Martens didn’t only look. He… touched. I mean, not like a doctor. It was different. He handled me, man, my balls and my cock. I even started to get hard from it, from the way he was ‘examining’ me.” Don’s voice was bitter now. “And… that’s what made me sick in the toilet tonight when you saw me. Maybe I’m being over-sensitive, but the whole scene was so fuckin’ creepy, it made me sick.”

Carlo wanted to kill Coach Martens at that moment. And he realized the vague rumors about the coach being strange in some ways must have some kind of truth behind him. He also saw that Don van Meter must now hate anything and anybody gay.

They reached the car in the empty lot, and as they drove Carlo said, “Lots of guys react strongly to things like that. I would myself. And you know, I always thought there was something funny about Coach Martens.”

“Those piercing steel blue eyes, for one thing,” Don said. “If he wanted to make a pass, I at least would respect him for being up-front about it. But this, it was like… a snake crawling around my crotch.”

“He gives everybody the creeps a little,” Carlo said.

They came to a stop in front of the van Meter mansion, which loomed up large and antique from the dark oaks around it. Don thanked him. They said good night. Carlo drove home full of desire for Don. And he felt a certain respect for him, too, because Don had trusted him enough to tell the truth about what had made him ill in the john. He thought of the big, smooth, soft bulge in the crotch of Don’s pants, and of Don’s cock, curled up warm and sleeping in there now, perhaps the nervous rest of virgin meat. Carlo wasn’t sure, he only knew he wanted more than anything to awaken that length of flesh.