That's sick, that is. He's my mate." It's ok. I'm cool with it."His hand is still on my bum."Cool with what? What the fuck you going on about?" You kn...w what I'm going on about."And he starts stroking my arse. I panic a bit. There are other people onthe touchline. My mate's Dad can see that I'm a bit worried."Relax. Nobody's looking at us. They're watching the game."He carries on stroking my bum through my trackies. I shouldn't be lettinghim do this to me. It's wrong but it feels so nice.Then. He said there was no rush as he had to clean up the locker room. As i tried to stretch out my hamstrings, he asked if i needed help in maintaining the stretch and i said sure. He came over and put his hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me forward so i could feel the stretch. He had a scent of male musk that was pleasing to my nose and his grip on my shoulders was firm but gentle. As i finished the stretch, he asked me if i could help him out with his training. I was in no rush, so i said. " I pretended to look around to find its owner, then flashed a smile moving to the next seat. She said, "That one too." "Hi, my name is Spencer." She didn't look up and remained silent. "Spencer from Indiana." "Yes?" she said as if waiting for my pickup line. "I own three restaurants." "Why?" "To feed people, of course." "Of course," she repeated. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked. "I don't drink. Have a nice evening Mr. Spencer." "It's Spencer Dogmeyer." "Have a nice evening Spencer Dogmeyer.". And should she ask him to stay, even just for a coffee, he'd just excuse himself and show he had his desires under control. Yeah! Sounded about right. Totally legit! Piece of cake. No problem to pull off... unless she'd really be wearing that negligee. “Naïve doofus,” he cursed himself under his breath.When he finally pulled up her driveway, his ears were ringing from the constant acoustic pressure. It was only when he heard his momentary tinnitus start predominating Michael's screaming that he.