It wasn’t working, I continued to feel myself stiffen so I grabbed my towel and almost ran for the door. I heard Lucas say “that was quick” as I made my retreat heading for the showers and some cold water to douse the effect Lucas was having on me. Indian Sex Bad. A swimmer I bet. I keep telling myself “I’m not gay”. The fog is lifting, the voice and smell of Lucas overtakes me. When I get back there its empty, no wait the last stall is occupied so I tap on the door. I stumbled trying to say something cool that didn’t come out right so I decided to just smile back and sit down. “What the hell? I stood under the water for about a minute when in walked Lucas taking up a spot just one over from me. He never lets a single drop escape, swallowing it all. I seemed to be in a heavy fog, everything was grey, my movements sluggish. Lucas stops just long enough to ask if I’m sure that I want him, “If you do this there is no going back” he says.
