Boy will be...

Ceodore was sure of two things as he stood there in the center of the locker room, watching all of the other boys filter out, still making cat calls and leering, leaving him still wearing a white and blue negligee, panties and garter belt.

One, was that all the guys sucked! They came up with the worst penalties and the worst games and had the worst kinks. True, they hadn't touched him during the whole time he had been posing for them, but he could hear them breathing heavily and was sure he could hear a few muttering about his girlish hips and plush looking bottom. (Did they know?)

Secondly, and more horrifying and shaming was, having all of them look at him had been...highly arousing, especially the comments about his body.

So here he stood, face hot with embarrassment and sexual need, hard cock straining against the soft lace of the panties he wore. It was hard...so very hard trying not to cry in shame a little as he finally sat on a bench and began to slowly work his hand over his erection.

Sadly for him, maybe he should have paid more attention to his surroundings. He may have missed one person not leaving...