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Cont of the previous gayser and gaynon, summary: Anon joined track team, admitted his sexuality to Naser. Naser seemingly hit on him and drove him home. Anon's hung up on being called cute.
>Did...did he do that on purpose? I have to run the thought through my head a while. You don't call your guy friends cute without having some other meaning...right? I just.... I don't wanna get my hopes up. I check my phone. I still have a few hours before bed but I'm beat to shit from today's exercise. I end up calling it early. My head still running laps around itself trying to figure out what he's playing at. He's in a heterosexual relationship. Isn't he?
>The next day passes and I'm back on the track. I ended up avoiding Naser at lunch. I'm sore and now I'm running again. This is torture. I spy Naser again lapping me.
>Finally done, this time not collapsed and we're hanging out on a bench. I'm trying to not have my lungs collapse into themselves.
>"You did better today." he makes a small remark, trying to ease my screaming everything.
>I nod at him, taking another swig of the ice cold water. Unreal how good this tastes right after you've excreted all the liquid in your body out of your sweat glands. I polish it off.
>"You busy during lunch?" I tense at his remark.
>"Uh, yeah." I deflect. I look up to him to notice he's looking a bit worried.
>"Something up?" I sigh. I don't like confrontation and here he is forcing it on me.
>"What was up with the comment yesterday." I have to bit the inside of my mouth.
>"Oh. Oh that." he pauses
>"I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable. I didn't mean it to." he trails
>I look over at him and he looks genuinely hurt. The hell is this?
>Thoroughly confused now and I have to lay it out "Look the comment was fine but not from a guy in a relationship. A heterosexual one." I fold my arms at him.
>He blinks a few times. He squints and looks down.
cont.
Cont of the previous gayser and gaynon, summary: Anon joined track team, admitted his sexuality to Naser. Naser seemingly hit on him and drove him home. Anon's hung up on being called cute.
>Did...did he do that on purpose? I have to run the thought through my head a while. You don't call your guy friends cute without having some other meaning...right? I just.... I don't wanna get my hopes up. I check my phone. I still have a few hours before bed but I'm beat to shit from today's exercise. I end up calling it early. My head still running laps around itself trying to figure out what he's playing at. He's in a heterosexual relationship. Isn't he?
>The next day passes and I'm back on the track. I ended up avoiding Naser at lunch. I'm sore and now I'm running again. This is torture. I spy Naser again lapping me.
>Finally done, this time not collapsed and we're hanging out on a bench. I'm trying to not have my lungs collapse into themselves.
>"You did better today." he makes a small remark, trying to ease my screaming everything.
>I nod at him, taking another swig of the ice cold water. Unreal how good this tastes right after you've excreted all the liquid in your body out of your sweat glands. I polish it off.
>"You busy during lunch?" I tense at his remark.
>"Uh, yeah." I deflect. I look up to him to notice he's looking a bit worried.
>"Something up?" I sigh. I don't like confrontation and here he is forcing it on me.
>"What was up with the comment yesterday." I have to bit the inside of my mouth.
>"Oh. Oh that." he pauses
>"I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable. I didn't mean it to." he trails
>I look over at him and he looks genuinely hurt. The hell is this?
>Thoroughly confused now and I have to lay it out "Look the comment was fine but not from a guy in a relationship. A heterosexual one." I fold my arms at him.
>He blinks a few times. He squints and looks down.
cont.