My name is Noah, and I have always struggled with my sexuality, especially when I was a young teenager. This was an especially major concern of mine when I finally reached high school and joined the soccer team. Being on the boy’s soccer team, I was around a lot of other teenaged boys, playing and sweating together. During this time, I really began to wonder whether I liked boys rather than girls. It all began when soccer season did. Being on the team, I was obliged to travel with the other boys for matches, juggling my school work on top of daily practice and my match schedule. But despite that, each one of us on the team made sure to train extremely hard, and because of that, we just kept winning our matches. Unfortunately though, that also meant that we had to keep traveling further and further saree out as we continued winning and made a beeline toward nationals. Before long, we were spending whole weekends away from home, practicing against other teams and playing matches while staying at random hotels out in hindi the Californian desert. This, combined with the pressure of schoolwork, was almost too much for most of the boys on the team, and it showed in many different ways. Fights broke out in the hotels, and arguments were had on the bus before big games. Often, the occupants of the hotels we stayed at would make several noise complaints, as boys roughhoused in their rooms and ran up and down the corridors in the wee hours of the night. That was not the only way the boys vented their stress, however. Being in the road, far away from girls our own age, sexual tensions reached a breaking point as the stress from trainings and matches threatened to crack us. I still remember the first night it happened. As we often did, there was a couple of us just hanging out together in the same room even though only two boys shared a room with each other. That night, there was Isaac, a junior, Josh, a sophomore, and the two owners of the room, me and Logan, both freshmen. Since Logan and I often bunked together in the same room while traveling, I had come to learn quite a bit about him. Apparently, he’d been playing soccer all his life and was quite the star player in middle school. Unfortunately, his transition to high school soccer hadn’t been quite smooth, and he was now arguing with the sophomore, Josh, about a missed shot he made during the last india match. “Shut up,” Logan was telling Josh. “Just because you hang out with the seniors all the time doesn’t mallu mean you can talk to me like that!” “Actually, I can, and I’ll treat you however I want.” Josh smirked. “Maybe if you stop missing wide open kicks then the team would finally stop treating you like the loser you are!” Logan jumped to pakistani his feet, eyes wide with anger at the comment. He wasn’t afraid of Josh, I knew that. Logan’s skin was tanned from countless hours under the sun, and his lanky frame was leanly built with a thin layer of firm muscle from the endless drilling he’d been subjected to since he was just a child. Josh, meanwhile, was a sophomore, and wasn’t about to let a freshman punk him like that. He too got to his feet, and stared defiantly at Logan. Immediately, I knew that if nothing was done, the two would break out into a fight. I didn’t want that; Logan was my friend, and if he got hurt, it would be my fault for not trying to stop him. “Hey, maybe let’s just calm down for a bit.” I cut in, standing between the two. “Maybe we’re all just tired from practice today. Why don’t we chill out for a bit and do something instead?” “Good idea.” Isaac said from across the room. He was laying on the bed, my bed, idly playing with his phone. “I’m bored as fuck, lets all watch some TV instead or something.” With a temporary truce having been formed, both Josh and Logan returned desi to the bed sitting down on opposite corners as I squeezed up next to Isaac, who had picked up the TV remote. “Alright, lets see what’s on TV.” Turning on the TV, it only took Isaac a couple of minutes of flicking through the channels before we finally stumbled upon one of those late night TV channels. My body was moving like a wave almost but I wasn’t even trying to do that. "Okay." She felt pakistani at least ten years younger! Tell me when you get close. Jake said “You really don’t want us to do that, we can tell you know! hindi Her groaning out of incoherent slurred words simply lost in the rowdy crowd. He left to go to the bathroom I think. Joe has just pulled out and sprayed the last of his load over her face. I reached over and grabbed Karen by the back of the india head and pulled her down on top of her daughter into a sixty-nine. After about a minute, I pushed him away and giggled, “Don’t expect me to let you do that every time you kiss me.” I looked up and smiled, again. How it would be to see a guy’s pelvis moving back and forth from my face right in front of my eyes as he gains pleasure from the warm confines of my mouth. He used desi his hands to really focus on her breasts and nipples, "Holly you are a beautiful young woman. Can't you see that damnit?!" he sighed "it still doesn't mean you should have been given that, no woman ever should." her sweatpants off. We took our bags inside they showed us to the bedroom that we would be in for the long weekend, it had a bathroom between that bedroom and the one on the other side. “Master, make her glow!” Greta said as I kissed at the slopes of her tits. Annalee bathed my face. 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