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He lies nose to the wall, showing me a tangle of straw hair and a shoulder in a sweaty T-shirt.
The bliss spreads over the whole body from the thought that at any moment I can touch, or even cuddle, feeling all the warmth of his sleepy body.
I was kicked out of acrobatic for absenteeism, and in order not to upset my mother, I immediately asked for the next section of the classical struggle.

At that time I did not read ancient authors, but intuitively reached for the classics.
Soon I pulled him out on Romeo and Juliet, but he fidgeted and for some reason did not cry.
I was disappointed, but otherwise he impressed me.
He had an open face with a small nose, light-blond short hair, he was as thin as I was.
Because of one weight class, the trainer usually put us in a pair.
Once there was such an exercise: I had to bend down, taking the body of my partner either on the shoulder or on the back.
At the same time with one hand, I grabbed his neck, the other – under the groin.
Next run in a circle.
Instead of gripping, my right hand made a smooth sliding movement along the knitted crotch, then I tensed and lifted it with a jerk.
It was hard, but pleasant.
Then the coach gave the command to change.
And then, with horror, I remembered that instead of a spetstriko I wore an ordinary T-shirt and underwear, and under them elastic heat.
I was ashamed of my plebeian uniform and imagined how his hand would be confused in my crumpled shorts.
But the boy quickly bent over, and, dexterously charging me, rushed in a circle, so I was sweating from the fear of being dropped.

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In the dressing room were showers, but I usually changed clothes and ran away, leaving the shower to the house.
It was not that I was in a hurry, it was just awkward for me to stand naked next to the older guys, who, playing muscles in front of each other, were cursing, bragging about their adventures with “chicks”.
I was afraid that I would be pushed on a slippery floor, or, which was really scary, they would laugh at my not very athletic body, or, worst of all, suddenly I would get up.
That day we were the last to go to the locker room, the people were already leaving.
He quickly undressed and went to the shower, called me.
I excused myself, saying that I didn’t even take the towels, somehow at home.
“Damn, there is no one to rub his back,” he said plaintively, and then somehow alive, as if he had suddenly found himself, added, “and I have a huge terry towel for two.”
Yuri moved in his sleep and threw a leg over me.
His legs are muscular, tanned and hairless, like that of a boy.
Only the shoulders are much wider, and with narrow hips, his torso seemed ideal to me, although he didn’t play sports and ignored physical education at the institute.
The classmates liked him, although he never showed any preference.
Interestingly, he already fucks? We have never come close to the “potato”, he is from another group.
For a year of study they chatted in a smoking room a couple of times about lectures, teachers, about anything.
Here we were settled together by chance.
She went to the village council, where the bus brought us from the city and where we were

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So we got with Yuri in ganulinu hut.
The grandmother prepared a “hall” for us, and she lived in the bedroom.
– Ganula smiled smugly, her mouth gagged.
And so use here for you, Kepska Nya Budze! Yurka looked askance at a modest sofa: – And where to sleep? “And at once a broken-up spoon,” and she deftly opened the sofa-bed, then she put on clean linen and gave one, albeit a large, quilt.
“There are at least two pillows,” Yurka whispered, turning to me, confusedly.
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