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    The guys on the team sat there in the locker room, powerful guys,half-dressed and sprawled out, comfortable in their bodies, confidentin their domain, and excited by the comradeship they were feelingaround a common mission.
    So it wasn't even weird, it did not seem weird, that afterwards Scottywent down to The Slammer with a couple of the other guys and shared afew pitchers of beer and talked about a great future, and it did notseem weird that they threw their arms around each other afterwards asthey walked back to Mike Finnegan's apartment and stripped down totheir underwear there and popped some more cans of beer and startedrough-housing, and it did not seem weird when they got hard cocks.
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    They knew they were men and they lit cigars and started struttingaround clownishly showing off how big they were, and one thing led toanother, and soon they were getting each other off, and not just withtheir hands, but with their beer-rubbery mouths they were working eachothers' cocks, too, until the spray from their cocks and the foam fromthe beer mixed together in one blinding froth.
    Mason got a boner thinking about it, and the whole shooting gallerywas replaced in his mind by an image of that prick, Derek, standing infront of him, at attention, in his uniform, calling him Sir.