Besides keeping the stats, I was responsible for doing laundry, keeping towels in the locker room, and helping the trainer do the pre-game and post-ga...e wraps and unwraps. More time in the locker room so I wasn't complaining. Dad was happy as well, I wasn't playing, but I was at least working with the football team.I wasn't complaining I got to see all those naked boys, Big linemen, slender running backs and all those in between. Not to mention all those cocks, big, small, slender, mostly small. ’ ‘Neither am I. What are you reading?’ She showed him the book. There were detailed pornographic pictures, with accompanying text underneath. On this particular page, a doctor was holding a tongue depressor in a nude woman’s mouth. Charlie recognized it as the dirty anthology that had apparently replaced all the Bibles in the nightstands of the rooms. ‘Oh. I was never really into that kind of stuff. I…well, I always could get the real thing.’ he noted. He didn’t seem to be bragging. They kept. My body and mind were craving a nice, long, relaxing, hot shower. I took off my tank top and tossed it in the trash can near the door. It was ruined. No use keeping it. While waiting for the water to heat up, I looked out my bedroom window. Jason and his mother were getting in their car, which was parked in front of our place. Even from here, he looked young. His clothes draped on his skinny nineteen-year-old body. His feet always in slip-on flip-flops. His bushy hair always a mess. . Here, in the privacy of her own backyard, she had no worries about boys seeing her without the benefit of concealing layers of clothing.She had a nice book to read about a young girl lost in the woods and surrounded by a band of wolves. It reminded her of how she felt in school sometimes when the little packs of boys clustered around her at lunch or on the field when she was practicing.“I wish I knew what they were thinking!”Natalie had a hard time figuring out what the boys were really.