Gay seduction story

It seemed so strange to see everyone dressed in there graduation robes. Hell, we all looked alike! No T-shirts of various kinds; some with controversial messages. No Jeans with holes ripped in suggestive locations. No array of footwear from clogs to fancy boots. The robes seemed to take away all individuality that kept things interesting. But there was one thing that had not changed. Clark Rogers. He still glanced at me often, even now as we waited our turn to collect our diplomas. My last name is Roberts; Joe Roberts. I was therefore standing beside Clark and would receive my diploma before he received his.

Clark`s family had moved to Vista Villa and he began the remainder of his senior year at my school just before Christmas. It soon was known that he was an outstanding jock, especially in wrestling. You grasp, of course, what wrestling suits look like. They leave very little to the imagination. You comprehend too, I suppose, that grabbing an opponent in rather intimate locations was within the rules and was common practice. Until Clark came to our school, I was the best in lightweight wrestling. I was therefore the one for Clark to beat if he were to gain the reputation as