Just inside the doorway was a line of hooks for towels and clothes. The way things were designed, those items wouldn't get wet even if all the showers...were going simultaneously. There were already several towels hanging up as well as a fishnet outfit, a soft lavender shirt, denim shorts, and several undergarments. After dropping my coat and backpack just outside the doorway, I pulled off my sweater and hung it up with the other clothes.I heard wet footsteps approach from across the showers.. If I was to shift into a football player's form, I better make it one I could live with until next summer. Because if I made the team, I would have to wear it for the rest of the school year.That did change my planning for the football try-outs. I had planned on becoming a giant hulk of a student. Ensuring that I'd make the team because of sheer bulk. I thought I could become an un-passable blocker that way. But I hadn't planned on becoming a freak for the rest of the school year.Football. That was how he ended up at home with a balls-aching hard-on.As he undressed to go to sleep, Moe reflected on how much he couldn't wait to start at State U where they had promised him not only a pair of cute, blonde, bi- cheerleaders for his dorm room, but also his own sorority for the weekends. He looked down at the tent in his boxers as he undressed. Nope, he couldn't wait at all, but he had to find something to do with his problem in the mean time.Realistically, he knew that he would need to. Or worse, to have him brush me away. "Not now," he would say."When?" I would ask."I don't know, just not now."It was frustrating, and the first thing I had to learn was how not to sulk. I was his, after all, and I was learning how to understand his moods and needs, not the other way around. So if it wasn't right for him, then that had to be okay with me, no matter what.So fine. I learned to be calm and accepting of anything he wanted or didn't want. It took a while, but gradually Michael.