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With both boys now cramped in the same shower cubicle together, Deano saw two distinct characters emerging: James played the sex card, appealing to Deano's lust for other men. Jack played the defiant card - he certainly talked the talk, but now he's all naked and vulnerable, he's as timid as a mouse.
James would be eager to please Deano, he figured, but Deano would also get a similar degree of pleasure from breaking down Jack's transparent stubborness and having him bend to his will. He laughed inwardly at the prospect of bending these boys so that he might fulful his own desires - not that he felt guilty about it at all; he was - after all - doing these boys a favour by offering them the opportunity to join the swimming team. A win-win situation, he figured.
He watched the two boys fumbling around eachother in the narrow cubicle for a while, Jack being more uncomfortable with the nakedness of James than he was of Jack's bare, wet body. He took this opportunity to judge what speedos generally obscured in swimming practice - having seen everything else on display during practice, this might sway his decision on who should make the team. While both boys were pale, both their shapely bottoms were paler still - a porcelain colour that formed faint tanlines around their pelvic areas.
Both boys had well-groomed pubic hair, similar shaped penises, both uncut. This would certainly a tougher decision than he had originally though - although Deano wasn't entirely vexed as it meant he could go on to test the boys' commitment further. He sat on the tiled floor, legs akimbo and let his semi-hard cock hand down, his balls resting on the cold floor (the cold surface turning him on more).
Telling the boys to turn the water off, he leaned back on his hands and looked at them expectantly.
They knew exactly what he wanted - and Deano also knew. They had no excuse to play naive with him, get the hint or there's no room on the team for you.
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