This was becoming a source of frustration, actually for both of us. He'd squeeze and feel around on my groin every chance he got, especially when I was unable to do anything about it. He'd use any excuse he could to touch it. Whether I was naked, in jeans, shorts, or whatever, his eyes were constantly in my crotch, and lately his hands too. Sometimes it really made me uncomfortable.
It's like he wants it somehow, more than just to look. Usually showing it off is fun, but not with Lance. Have you ever seen one of those dicks that always looks heavy and swollen, especially pumped and flushed just after practice or a game? Well, I've got one, so I'm used to being gawked at. From then on, he openly courted my friendship, constantly talking about the size of my meat, as he called it, and our sleeping naked together. His eyes had immediately dropped to my crotch and lingered over the swollen fullness he discovered there. Yeah, sure, I'd think to myself as he talked, what you're really interested in has been obvious since the first time we showered together. It's just part of growing up, exploring stuff with guys you can trust. 'But I did it with some guys last year in high school and discovered a lot about myself.
'I'm not gay or anything,' Lance kept saying.
