Peeking.

I anti-peeked during gym class freshman year. I didn't want to, because all the boys made me sick. We didn't get naked or anything. I asked for my locker to be on the very other end of the locker room so I could have PRIVACY.

And I wanted to shatter the illusion that gay boys want EVERY straight boy ever. I didn't even shift my eyes, I looked straight forward. I didn't talk or anything.

They were still really rude to me, trying to speed-dress when I walked by. I just wanted to say, "I don't CARE about you and your awkward nipples and your wannabe prepubescent biceps!"

 

I don't really peek intentionally, ever... not that I have to, my eyes are painfully drawn to cleavage. xD I try not to, as a general rule, as I'm well aware most people wouldn't appreciate it... so yeah.

 

i've never been in a situation like that

 

Sometimes it's hard not to look.

 

sometimes. not always tho. x]



-Luis

 

Ooooh yeah. Doesn't help that I'm in the same locker aisle as the two girls I've had crushes on... :icon_redf

 

Fortuantly (Unfortunatly?) the only time I had gym with one of my crushes, she was in a different aisle. One time I did perv her half undressed though, but it wasn't on purpose, someone threw my shoe down there and I had to go and get it and lo and behold, there she is, in a pair of jeans with no shirt on...:icon_redf