team-bonding: Mark was facing his locker when got there and grabbed my usual locker to his left. &ld
team-bonding: Mark was facing his locker when got there and grabbed my usual locker to his left. “Ready for another week?” It was the superficial locker room talk that we made every week: weekend plans, work, travel. Despite how little we spoke about, there was a bond between us. I sat down on the bench and kicked off my shoes, busying myself with my phone so that I might spy Mark naked. “Just the usual. My boss is after me for my annual reports.”“I feel you there.” Mark seemed to be fiddling with something and I wasn’t sure what. He slowly pivoted and deliberately faced me, cock turgid and ribbed with veins. I wasn’t playing with my phone anymore. -- source link