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2 Thunderstruck

Junior Year

The powerful odorpunches me in the face the moment I step foot into the locker room. This isn’t the usual smell I’m talking about here. It’s more like, like...eye watering.

The stench burns my throat, triggering my gag reflex. That protein shake I chugged on the way to school sneaks up my spasming esophagus with the stealth of a well-trained ninja.

“You know what’s the worst?” Trevor announces as he exits the toilet area. “You take your morning shit before you leave home, think you’re satisfied, think it’s all done, then you get here and it’s like bam! Sneak attack!”

Laughter rings out as my cheeks flame. TMI.

Yeah, we’re like a family on this team, but there are some things that just never need to be shared.

Mike gulps in deep breaths of air when he unfolds his big body after laughing. His face looks as red as mine feels, but for a totally different reason. He never has problems oversharing either. “No, that’s not the worst. The worst is when you’re on the field and the urge strikes.”

Alex throws his head back, cackling. “That’s pretty bad, but the ultimate worst is during sex.”

Several agreements are offered up by the usual suspects.

“The other night, Dara was riding me. I mean, full on reverse cowgirl after we got back from dinner. I dunno, man, she was hitting just the right spot. I thought I was gonna die.” Christian pauses his story, laughing too hard to speak. “I finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to push her off me before shit got real.”

The entire room erupts at his pun.

I walk back out the way I came, throwing my duffel bag in a corner. I’ll put it in my locker later.

Only these guys can turn shit talk into sex talk.

For once, I’m grateful I have no clue whether they’re making it all up or not.

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