Locker Room Conflagration
The midafternoon August sun radiated relentlessly upon Ash's neck and shoulders. Scarcely a cloud could be spotted in the sky, nor was there any breeze to provide relief. An oppressive heat wave had been building all week and this day, a Friday, was the warmest yet. It was a truly miserable day to be outside for any reason. The sort of day sane folks waited in the comfort of a cool indoor space until late in the evening if they must wander out. That Ash's high school football team was still holding a practice in the early afternoon, as it had daily all week, could justifiably be called pure stupidity.
Of course, as Ash was aware, that was precisely the point. Coach insisted that if they could soldier through practice, day after day, in these trying conditions, games in the autumn would feel comparatively easy. Coach was probably right, Ash conceded, but that did not make these practices any less miserable. A short break had been called between drills, and he used it to inhale a bottle of water.
Ash lifted up the bottom of his crimson mesh practice jersey and attempted to wipe the sweat off his face with it. It was a futile effort. His unkempt sandy hair was matted down with sweat, and the jersey was already thoroughly soaked with it, so that did not accomplish anything. He tried anyway because Ash enjoyed the excuse to show off his chiseled abs. He knew they were the envy of many guys on the team, and he found it amusing how poorly they pretended they were not checking him out any time he lifted his shirt up.
Tall, toned, but not overly muscled, Ash was built more for speed rather than power. Still, his entire body was solidly defined after a childhood and adolescence spent full of athletic activities. Now heading into his senior year and having just celebrated a birthday, he was slightly older than most of his teammates, which gave him a further physical edge over the rest of them. Although he could be shy and reserved at times, Ash was gorgeous, he knew it, and he was not afraid to flaunt it.
Today he need not have bothered. Glancing around the field, it was clear his teammates were too focused on coping with the heat themselves to notice his subtle show. Yes, it was a miserable day to be active outside. But at the same time, for a guy like Ash, into other guys, the practice was also heaven on earth. Being surrounded by a couple dozen athletes, also incidentally showing off their bodies as they struggled with the heat was a sweltering homoerotic fantasy come true.
Granted, they were all football players. Less than half of them had the sort of build that sparked a fire below Ash's belt. But those that did were more than enough. That all of them were glistening with sweat made them all appear even more delicious. If only he could get away with tackling any number of them on the spot!
Years of athletic experience granted Ash the discipline to keep his hormones in check at practices and matches, but this scene was close to overwhelming. Fortunately, the sheer physical exhaustion from the exertion of the practice aided in keeping him from becoming aroused in his gym shorts, which would not have hidden anything. Still, the practice came up short of qualifying as heaven on earth. Heaven would have been all his teammates being as attracted to him as he was them. They were not. Heaven was cruelly teasing him.
"It's just not fair," Ash silently lamented to himself.
He was seldom inclined to talk about his sexuality with anyone but his closest friends, but it was common knowledge at his school that Ash liked guys. He supposed he should just be content that he was fortunate enough to have been born into an age and place where a majority of young people, including most of his peers on the field, were supportive of his sexuality. Even if for some it was a guarded support, most could not care less. The few that were not supportive... Well, there were easier targets out there for troublemakers than star athletes.
And Ash's openness was not without perks. Every random population has a few guys curious enough about their male friend's bodies to be willing to discreetly explore the alternate side. This football team was no exception. When curiosity got the better of one of his teammates, guess whom they quietly approached? Heavenly teasing aside, life really was not bad for Ash, not bad at all.
Besides, there existed one glaring exception to the norm on the team. Tony, who was standing right next to him. Depending on the season, on the field Tony was sometimes his teammate and other times his fiercest rival. Regardless, all of the time Tony was among Ash's oldest, closest friends.
It was difficult for anyone to not like Tony. His bubbly, infectious, outgoing personality naturally made him popular with his teammates and classmates alike. A large part of the reason was how he expertly wielded sarcasm and joked with natural comedic timing. Though prone to causing the sort of innocent trouble one would expect a teenager to cause a little more frequently than the average teenager, Tony had a good heart. His antics somehow always felt laughably memorable instead of a nuisance. Even his teachers and coaches enjoyed their role of mentor to him in the course of their work.
It was even more difficult for Ash to not like Tony. With his shortish, dark hair and handsome face Tony could slay him with merely a hint of a smile, though more often he did it with a smirk. Despite being a couple inches shorter than Ash, Tony outweighed him by ten to fifteen pounds. The difference was all muscle. Even now Ash could not help unapologetically gazing with envy at the way Tony's arms filled out the sleeves of his black jersey.
Ash may have been the acknowledged token gay guy on the team, but it was Tony who could be counted on at some time, every practice, to playfully slap one of his teammate's butts and call them a stud. Tony joked so often that nobody knew for sure if he meant what he said or not. He acted the same way around and was quite popular with the girls at school, too. Ash knew the truth, though. Tony was as into Ash as Ash was into him. They probably had feelings for each other, but they were a long way from sorting those feelings out. They definitely shared a visceral attraction to one another.
The sound of a commotion down the field snapped Ash out of his musings. Break time was audibly coming to an end. He glanced over at Tony.
"Ready to do this?" Ash inquired, using a tone that betrayed the unmistakable hint of devious intent.
One of those irresistible smirks formed on Tony's face, assuring that he had understood precisely what Ash had meant by the question.
"Let's do it," Tony replied, without hesitation.
Ash took one final drink from his water bottle before dumping its remaining contents over his head, enjoying the brief cooling shower. Tony drank too, then casually flung what was left of his water in Ash's direction. Not much water hit Ash, and what did hit him felt great, but he still angrily scowled back at Tony out of principle.
Tony smirked at him again, all but daring him to do something about it. If they had been somewhere else Ash might have sprung at Tony and attempted to wrestle him to helplessness on the ground. No matter that Tony was stronger than him, and he could not possibly hope to redeem his honor that way. But this was not the time and place. So Ash rolled his eyes, and together the two of them leisurely jogged across the field to where the rest of the team was gathering.
Simultaneously they lined up at their appropriate positions. Ash readied himself to run down the field and Tony, directly opposite, prepared to defend against him. In that moment they transitioned into rivals. Facing one another, Ash had to fight to maintain his composure when their gazes met. Tony's piercing amber eyes oozed with sex appeal, and somehow his sweat-dampened hair further amplified his attraction. But Ash held himself together.
A few suspenseful seconds passed while they exchanged intense stares, neither blinking. Then suddenly, on the appointed signal, Ash broke out in a sprint while Tony tried his best to shadow him. It was an exchange Ash almost inevitably won. He was half a step faster than Tony, with a height advantage to help.
This time he was not quite fast enough. Fifteen yards down the field, when Ash pivoted to change direction and run across the field, Tony was still keeping pace. Reflexively, he gave Tony a little push in an effort to create some distance between them. A minor, but forgivable, offense. It was a part of the game. Tony was having none of it, though. He shoved Ash back, much more forcefully than Ash had pushed him. That was an unmistakable foul.
Ash missed a step and stumbled. A moment later Tony crashed into him and together they fell to the ground in a tangled knot. An additional moment later the ball Ash was supposed to catch sailed overhead, comically emphasizing their joint failure to the rest of the team. Being tangled up on the ground with Tony's sweaty, muscled body hardly bothered Ash. The extra second it took Tony to move off of him betrayed that the feeling was mutual.
Coach Filadin was far less amused. Everyone just called him Coach, although Mr. Filadin was so much more than that to many of the guys on the team. He was a mentor and a father figure, respected by everyone. Now in his mid-thirties, when he was younger he had played college ball for a championship team, a point of pride which he never missed a chance to boast about. He stayed in excellent shape despite transitioning into a career in education and the passing of a dozen years. Ash would be lying if he did not admit he had imagined the man naked more than once.
Coach could also be a terrifying beast when given just cause to be upset. Even some yards down the field Ash understood the noises he was screaming in his direction were obscenities.
All distracting thoughts instantly abandoned him. Heads hanging down with shame, Ash and Tony wasted no time purposefully jogging back to their starting point, both taking care not to make eye contact with Coach. Many members of the team groaned audibly when Coach announced that they were going to run that drill an extra ten times in order to ensure that a certain two clowns could execute their roles competently. Even usually jovial Tony understood that he had gone too far. They were both on their best behavior the remainder of the practice.
Mercifully, Coach did not make them repeat the drill ten times. Though he stubbornly despised wrapping up a practice early, it was obvious to him that his player's movements had grown so sluggish in the heat that there was no longer anything to be gained by continuing. After repeating the drill just once, which Ash flawlessly executed, his whistle loudly signaled the end of their suffering.
The entire team gathered around him and sat, relaxed in the grass. For the next few minutes Coach, towering over everyone, spoke to the team, but Ash struggled to pay attention. He was tired and just thrilled to be sitting. Usually everything Coach said at the end of practice was merely a pile of motivational bullshit, anyway.
Not soon enough, Coach moved to wrap up his speech. "Alright, everyone," he barked. "That's enough for today. Shower, go home, get some rest. Don't party too hard this weekend. I'll see you all here Monday at one PM sharp. I don't care how hot it is. We're not cutting Monday's practice short!" Everyone began to stand up, but Coach was not finished. "And Tony, Ash?" he added. "Since we didn't have time to re-run that drill ten times, the two of you can run the path down to McKinney Field and back instead."
Instantly a scandalous chorus of "Oooohs" erupted from a handful of teammates.
Coach glared at them all. "Shut up! Anyone making another noise joins them!" Silence immediately reigned. "I'm tired of suffering out here. Now go!"
Most of the team stood up and began staggering in the direction of the school's athletic building, which hosted the locker rooms, leaving Ash and Tony alone with their coach.
Coach then turned to face them, agitated. "I'm not going to wait here forever for the two of you to finish, so I suggest you get started or you'll find yourself locked out of the building by the time you get back."
Tony started to make a noise, as though he might protest his punishment, but the icy look Coach shot back at him caused him to think better of it. Coach then turned his back to them and followed the rest of his team to the athletic building, leaving only the two of them on the field.
"That could've gone better," Ash remarked while they walked across the field over to the path.
The path was a paved trail that ran the length of the town popular with cyclists, runners, and dog walkers. A portion of the path ran along the edge of the school's property, so it was frequently used by teams for conditioning. Ash had run the path so many times he knew McKinney Field was just short of a mile and a half distant. A distance that would not ordinarily challenge Ash, but a distance that would not be very pleasant to run immediately after practice in the afternoon heat.
"A few laps around the track would've been enough," Ash complained.
"What do you mean? This is perfect!" argued Tony. "This is better than we planned! Think about it. By the time we run there and back, we're guaranteed to be the only people still here."
The "plan" had been a week in the making. Monday's practice had been the first of the season. Though both Ash and Tony stayed active all summer, that practice was the first really intense workout the two of them had endured since their junior year had wrapped up in the spring. Afterward, biology ran its course. A hard workout is a surefire way to make any jock ragingly horny and the intensity of that practice sent their teenage hormones into overdrive. They quickly showered, rushed to Tony's house, and spent the next few minutes helping each other burn through those hormones. If Tony's mom had not come home from work early that day they would have spent much longer than that all over one another.
As they walked to practice the next day Ash wishfully mentioned how hot he thought it would be if they could have been all over one another in the locker room after practice instead. Tony enthusiastically agreed. Except, obviously, for the problem of the entire rest of the team also using the locker room after practice. Tony reckoned that it would not be very difficult to break into the athletic building over the weekend, when it was empty, if Ash really wanted to. But Ash wasn't crazy about going that far. Besides, most of what made the thought appealing was doing it right after practice. Some other time would not be the same. The thought seemed doomed to remain a fantasy.
But at the end of that practice, an unexpected solution arose. Two teammates exchanged heated words that ended with a fight. Coach, furious, threatened to throw them both off the team, then relented and settled for making them run several laps of the school's track after practice as punishment. By the time the offenders had finished Ash and most of the rest of the team were showered, changed and on their way out. The locker room was uncomfortably warm and stuffy, and everyone had things they would rather be doing with their summer afternoons. Nobody lingered longer than they needed to.
All they had to do, Ash realized, was upset Coach just enough to be exiled to the track after practice. If they ran slowly, they just might have the place to themselves after. Sure, Coach might stick around, but they were seniors with a longstanding, good relationship with him. If they were the only two left there was a reasonable chance Coach would leave before they did. Especially if they waited until Friday, when everyone would be still more eager to go home for the weekend. Ash would have rather ran a few laps than ran out to McKinney Field, but Tony was still right. The plan was unraveling perfectly.
"Truth," agreed Ash. "Let's get this over with."
"Not too quick," Tony added with a grin.
Ash smiled back at him, understanding. He gracefully stripped off his jersey and tossed it to the ground. Coach would not let him practice without it, but he certainly was not going to suffer wearing it running off the school grounds. He loved the feeling of the hot sun roasting his body so much that, for a brief moment, he was looking forward to running. Tony watched, mesmerized, first by the sight of the jersey peeling off Ash's skin and then by the sheen of sweat that glistened across his toned chest and defined abs.
"I fucking love your body, man, but keep the jersey on," Tony suggested.
"Hell no, it's too damn hot," Ash shot back.
"Come on," Tony insisted. "You know I've a thing for those jerseys. Even better, you, sweating in one. I'll rip it off you soon enough. Keep it on?"
Technically that was a question, but Ash obediently picked the jersey up and struggled his way back into it. It wouldn't be comfortable, but Tony was not wrong, the jerseys were kind of hot. He would rather run without it, but he would still more enjoy knowing he was winding Tony up by keeping it on.
"Let's go!" Ash exclaimed, taking off running. Tony, slightly surprised, chased after, struggling to catch up.
Ash's build naturally made him a better runner than Tony. If he wanted to, he could easily have left him far behind. Of course, he would not do that. But he set a pace that he knew would push the limit of what Tony was capable of matching. If Tony wanted to watch him sweat he was going to make him earn it. Tony was too competitive to complain. He matched Ash's pace while trying his hardest to appear as though he was not struggling to keep up. They had the trail to themselves, and did not talk as they ran. It took all of Tony's focus to force himself forward. After a mile Ash also started to regret setting such a quick pace. Neither one was willing to back down, though.
Faster than even Coach would have felt necessary they rounded a bend and caught sight of McKinney Field. A small cluster of baseball diamonds in a large field, later this evening the park would be packed with families attending little league baseball games. Midafternoon it was deserted. A small pavilion with restrooms hosted a solitary drinking fountain. Tony was looking straight at it, and Ash was thinking the same thing. Ash broke out in as best of a sprint as he could manage in an effort to beat his friend to it. He need not have tried so hard. Tony quit running at that point. Ash spent every second it took Tony to leisurely walk the rest of the distance slurping as much water as he could.
Rather than wait for Ash to finish, when Tony caught up he slammed his hands on the fountain and used his entire body to force Ash out of the way. Ash resisted for a few seconds, their arms, hips, and legs straining against one another as they jockeyed for the space in front of the fountain. The feeling of so many of his muscles grinding against so many of Tony's muscles was divine, but Ash quickly relented. He could not have out muscled Tony if he wanted to, and he was just being playful, not mean.
As Ash stepped back and waited for Tony to finish drinking he realized that Tony had stripped off his jersey and hung it from the waistband of his shorts. No matter that he had known Tony for most of his life. Ash was still awestruck every time he gazed upon the beauty of his friend's sculpted shoulders and back, highlighted now by the reflection of the sun in the sweat dripping down him. Furthermore, the way Tony's butt was protruding out while he leaned over the drinking fountain... It took all the self-control Ash could muster to keep his hands to himself. Eventually Tony finished drinking, straightened up, and spun around to face him.
"Christ, Ash, it's not a fucking race!" Tony ranted, still short of breath.
Ash shrugged his shoulders slightly, unbothered. "I thought you wanted to see me sweat. And you took the jersey off? So much for having a thing for them."
"I do, but shit, it's hot," Tony complained, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his jersey for emphasis. "I'm taking a break from it. We ran so damn fast we might as well chill here a little, anyway."
Since he stopped running Ash had also started perspiring more profusely than ever, so he wasted no time pulling off his own jersey. He struggled to get out of it, the dampness causing it to cling to his skin. Tony hungrily watched him remove it, taking in the show. It felt so good to be out of it. What little breeze could be felt soothed his skin. Ash also started to stuff his jersey into the waistband of his shorts, but Tony interrupted him.
"Toss me your jersey," Tony instructed, his hand extended in Ash's direction.
"Why? You already have one," Ash pointed out. Despite that, he had a good feeling he knew why, so he balled his jersey up and obediently tossed it to Tony.
Tony effortlessly caught it with one hand. "I like yours more. It smells like you." As he spoke he lifted Ash's jersey up to his face then breathed its scent in deeply. "Oh, fuck..." he blissfully moaned. A growing bulge in his shorts made it evident he was really enjoying himself.
"You're weird," Ash accused. Regardless, the sight of his friend getting noticeably aroused was causing his heart to beat faster.
"I'm not weird, you're boring," countered Tony. "And shy. Don't pretend like you don't like the way I smell after we work out, too. I know you're into it." He threw his arms behind his head, slightly flexing as he spoke, then turned his head sideways and pretended to smell his armpit.
Ash had no words. The tease left him instinctively gawking at Tony's chest, his pecs stretching as he reached behind his head. His gaze followed the curves of his under arms, arcing into his bulging, flexed biceps. God, that boy was stunning. How lucky was he that a guy like Tony was into him? His verbal protestation had been irrelevant. His silence in that moment had said too much. Weird or not, he was enjoying the show. Besides, Tony was mostly right. That athlete's musk was an aphrodisiac.
"Let's trade jerseys. I'll run back in yours and you in mine," Tony suggested. He grabbed his own jersey and extended his hand out to Ash.
"No way, Coach'll wonder why I'm wearing the black one and you red."
"Coach won't notice shit like that. You worry too much what other people are thinking."
"Just give mine back," Ash insisted. "If you like it so much you can take it home with you when we're done."
"Lame. Told you you're boring," Tony taunted. "Fine. But I'm holding you to that."
Tony flexed one of his arms again, grinned, used Ash's jersey to wipe the sweat from his armpit, and then finally tossed the defiled jersey back to him.
"Really?" Ash complained.
"Shut the hell up. You love it. Put it on and let's run back. I'm so fucking horny. If we stay any longer I'm going to tackle you and tear you apart here. And not so fast. Save some energy for the real workout!"
At that thought Ash's heart really started racing. They redressed and started jogging back at a leisurely pace. Again they said very little to one another, this time in part because Ash could not help but feel nervous. Everything had proceeded functionally as they had imagined. But what if the plan fell through? What if teammates were lingering inside the locker room? What if Coach hung around nearby and waited for them before leaving? What if... In all probability it was a long shot that they would be left there alone. Had they been winding themselves up all day for absolutely nothing?
Ash offered a silent prayer to an imaginary homosexual higher power. "Please, just please give me this one afternoon!"
Some anxiety filled minutes later they approached the school grounds. The parking lot looked mostly deserted. That was an optimistic sign. Coach was waiting for them near the door to the locker room.
"Took you kids long enough!" Coach loudly scolded as they approached. He added to the insult by looking at his watch.
"Sorry, Coach, but it's so damn hot," Tony explained. "And you sent us all the way out there? Davis and Williams got in a fight and they got four laps. I give my best friend a competitive push and we get sent to McKinney? Harsh."
"You could run laps in your sleep, Tony. Four laps was harder for those linemen than those miles were for you," Coach explained.
Fortunately, it sounded to Ash like Coach was not genuinely upset at them at all.
"More importantly," Coach continued, "do you know how hard it is to keep several dozen teenagers in line? I always go arbitrarily hard on someone at the beginning of the season to make sure everybody realizes it'll be a bad time for them if they misbehave. Congratulations, Tony, you were this season's sacrificial lamb."
Tony grimaced and slumped his shoulders slightly, admitting defeat. He felt used, but somehow he respected that.
"Tony, you're a senior now, and you too, Ash," Coach explained. "You're two of my most talented players. You may not realize it, but the rest of the team looks up to you both. You're leaders, like it or not. Try to act like it. That competitive shoving set a poor example."
Ash was stunned. That was a backhanded compliment, but still a compliment. Coach rarely offered compliments.
"Anyway, you two have looked better. Go hit the showers. You both need it," Coach instructed. "Everyone else has already left, it's hot out here, it's hot in there, and I'm ready to go home. I'm going to trust the two of you here without me and leave. Do not make me regret this! I can think of much worse punishments than running to McKinney and back. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" Tony barked, while Ash nodded his head obediently.
"Good. Kill the lights on your way out. That door will lock behind you when you leave, so don't forget anything. You'll not see it until Monday. I'll see you both then," Coach warned, before departing in the direction of the parking lot.
It was not just that Coach really wanted to go home. He had noticed the way those two had been looking at each other all practice long. Indeed, all week long. He had been coaching teams of teenagers for too many years not to pick up on these things. He would never say so... but he thought it was really kind of cute. He had a strong inclination that those two desperately wanted some time alone. Of course, he couldn't endorse it, but he could feign ignorance and look the other way. Perhaps leaving was less than responsible but the situation made him smile inside. If they pushed their luck too far he warned them they would regret it, and he meant it. That seemed fair.
Meanwhile, Ash and Tony made their way into the locker room. The door must have been left open since practice had wrapped up because the air inside was as stifling as it was outside, just with the addition of the unmistakable scent unique to a locker room recently used by a horde of teenage boys. Unlike the actual football team's locker room, this was a basic facility shared by many teams, designed for ease of use during a practice. Most of the space was simply a pair of long benches flanked by metal lockers. In the back there was an alcove with shower heads. After practice the room usually resounded with the hijinks of rowdy juvenile antics, but at the moment an eerie silence prevailed. The loud clicking of the door's locking mechanism as the door shut behind them punctuated the realization that they were indeed the only two people here.
"Shit, it worked!" Tony practically screamed with excitement.
"Shhhhh, Coach is outside," warned Ash. "Are we really alone?" He began walking down one of the rows of lockers, needing to be sure there was not a straggler or two late coming out of the shower.
"Paranoid," Tony taunted back. "You know Coach checked before locking up."
Ash was unconvinced. He tried to turn a corner, intending to check the alternate row of lockers. But Tony had waited long enough. He grabbed Ash's wrist, yanked Ash towards him, then forcefully pushed Ash back into the row of lockers. Quickly closing the space between them, Tony used his entire body to forcefully pin him, chest to chest, against a locker. Then, with ravenous inhibition, he kissed Ash deeply.
A cascade of sensations assaulted Ash's senses. The power behind Tony's muscular pin, the taste of sweat on his lips, and his pungent scent permeating in the air overwhelmed him. His touch was electric, his body heat, magnetic. What anxiety Ash had instantly vanished. In seconds his cock was unashamedly aroused, and through his shorts he could feel Tony's rock solid manhood grinding against it. He wrapped his arms around Tony and embraced him while their tongues wrestled as they passionately made out. Only the flimsy jerseys separated their bodies, yet somehow those meager barriers felt entirely too much. He managed to slip one of his hands underneath the back of Tony's jersey and groped the muscles of Tony's back as best as he could manage.
A few minutes, which felt like an eternity, passed before they broke their embrace. Tony quickly raised his arms up, inviting Ash to pull his jersey off over his head. It took Ash a few awkward seconds to get it off him, the sweat causing it to stick to his skin. When Ash finally got it off, he hardly had the time to toss it onto the nearby bench before Tony lunged toward him and furiously pulled his jersey off. Liberated, for a moment they paused, catching their breath, while they admired one another's bodies. When they could hold back no longer they simultaneously closed the distance and kissed again, even more hungrily.
Ash slipped one of his arms around Tony's waist and squeezed him tightly. As he did so he could feel Tony wrapping both of his arms around his back. In tandem, Tony started squeezing him back. The constricting force of Tony's muscles was pure ecstasy to Ash, eliciting a low moan from him. That moan triggered an even tighter squeeze from Tony, causing him to moan still louder. Not to be outdone, Ash put all the strength he could muster into squeezing Tony back. The squeezing was a workout of its own, and the sensation of their sweat slick chests gliding against one another heightened their pleasure. Each of them fed off the other's energy; together they had ignited a conflagration that burned with desire.
In time their strength failed and they could squeeze no more. They did not break apart, but they finally relaxed. Lips still locked, one hand remaining wrapped around Tony's waist, Ash resumed using his other hand to feel around Tony's body. He worked his way up Tony's back, dug into his shoulders, and then followed one of his arms to the bicep. God did Ash envy those arms. He traced the bulging outlines of that bicep with his fingers and gently groped, appreciating the muscle.
"You're really into my arms, huh?" Tony seductively noted out loud.
"Dude, you're perfection," Ash instantly retorted.
Tony released his hold on his friend. "Go ahead, do your worst," he invited, simultaneously lifting both of his arms up and dramatically flexing.
It was an irresistible invitation. Standing mere inches apart, each of Ash's hands instantly jumped to its opposing arm, part squeezing, part massaging. Such strength! The positioning felt a bit awkward, so Ash slid around behind Tony, reaching his hands underneath those flexing muscles, cupping them from behind.
"I swear, tomorrow I'm hitting the gym hard. I'd kill for muscles like these," Ash half promised, half complimented, gripping Tony's arms tightly as he spoke for emphasis. Tony turned his head back to face Ash as best as he could manage and smiled. He was loving the attention. It may have been vain, but Ash enjoyed providing the attention so much that it still felt right.
Still holding Tony's arms, Ash closed the remaining few inches that separated them. His slick chest collided with Tony's back and his hard cock was now tantalizingly close to Tony's ass, which simultaneously evoked further moaning from each of them. Ash allowed one of his hands to wander, coming to rest over one of Tony's pectorals. Again, Ash touched and fondled all he could reach, while Tony obligingly dropped his arms and flexed in a way that emphasized the muscles of his chest.
"Definitely hitting the gym real hard tomorrow," Ash decided, out loud.
Tony looked back at Ash again, still smiling. "I'm going to hold you to that. You're going to regret it," he promised.
"If that means you're going with me, it's not possible I'd regret it," Ash confessed, without hesitation.
That was more explicitly sentimental than Tony knew how to respond to with words. Resorting to action instead, Tony unexpectedly lurched backwards, carrying Ash, still grasping him from behind, until Ash's back collided with the row of lockers.
"I'm not sure I'll have the time," Tony explained, raising one hand and slapping Ash's midriff hard, "because I might be too busy running tomorrow trying to get abs like these."
Ash couldn't decide if that hurt or if being roughed up by Tony felt wrong in all the best ways possible. No matter, Tony didn't give him any time to think it through. Ash felt one of those powerful arms again wrap around his waist, this time pulling him forward, while Tony simultaneously took a seat on the bench. His face now level with Ash's chest, Tony dove in, tracing the lines of each of Ash's abdominal muscles with his tongue. He did not stop until he licked the sweat out of the space in between each and every one. Pausing, he looked up and locked eyes with Ash for a second longer than was natural. Tony lacked the capacity to confess that his desire for Ash may run deeper than strictly physical, but in his pauses Ash sensed what Tony was unable to say. Still, in that moment the sparks in his eyes were purely lust.
"God, I fucking love the way you taste when you sweat," Tony unapologetically confessed.
Unsatiated, he again plunged his face forward and continued exploring his friend's body with his tongue. Starting at the bottom of the line that separated Ash's abs, he worked his way up, this time continuing to lick his way up Ash's chest, searching his way across his pectorals. Occasionally he lingered in a spot to savor the scents and flavors. Eventually Tony had to stand up again so that he could reach up to Ash's neck.
Just as Ash began to brace himself for another kiss, Tony abruptly changed directions. Instead, Ash felt Tony's tongue slide along the side of his neck, until it reached out and hit a spot just below his ear. Something about that spot triggered a sensation of unusual pleasure, forcing him to gasp excitedly. Having found a weakness, Tony once more wrapped an arm around Ash's waist and squeezed tightly. At the same time he assaulted the side of Ash's neck with his tongue mercilessly, until Ash was squirming and nearly screaming ecstatically.
Finally Tony relented, but only so he could speak. His mouth already just inches from Ash's ear, seductively, but confidently, he proclaimed, "And I'm so, so fucking happy we ran hard. You made yourself taste even better."
Still locked at the waist, Tony drove Ash backward until his back was again against the lockers. He grabbed one of Ash's wrists and reached up, intending to pin Ash's hand over his head. Ash wasn't sure what Tony was trying to do, so he instinctively resisted. For a brief moment their muscles strained as they fought each other, but Tony's superior strength quickly overpowered him. Ash felt the sting of his hand colliding with the locker above him.
"Fight back all you want. I wouldn't mind if you sweat even harder," Tony taunted.
Delighted to play along, Ash tried to break the hold, but he knew it was futile and he could not get his arm to move. Tony broke out his trademark devious smirk as they struggled. He had Ash exactly where he wanted him. With a hand pinned above and behind him, one of Ash's armpits was completely exposed. He moved his face up close to it and, with an unnecessarily dramatic sound, breathed in deeply through his nose, taking in the scent.
"Oh, fuck!" Tony dramatically moaned as the pheromones in the musk hit him. Tony needed more, and he breathed in deeply a second time. "Shit, I fucking love the way you smell even more than the way you taste," he needlessly explained, before taking a third deep breath. "But one of these days I've got to convince you to skip the deodorant before practice."
"You really are weird," Ash commented, as he reached his one free arm around and behind Tony's head, slipping his fingers into the back of his damp hair. "But it's kind of hot. So get in there," he insisted, simultaneously shoving Tony's face deep into his pit.
Tony let out a nonsensical sound after his face contacted Ash's skin, and for a second Ash worried he might have gotten a little too carried away. He knew his friend had an easily injured pride. A quick glance down dispelled his doubts. Tony was demonstrably as aroused as ever. He had even relaxed his grip on Ash's wrist. Confidence restored, he pushed Tony's head into him harder, and was rewarded by the sensation of a tongue beginning to go to work on the sensitive nerve endings of his underarm. It kind of tickled, but in a more pleasurable way than Ash had imagined was possible. It was a while before Tony backed away.
Still oozing with confidence, Ash raised his other arm over his head. "You might as well clean the other one too, you pig," he instructed.
It was a suggestion Tony was absolutely not going to refuse, and as Tony repositioned his head Ash again slid his alternate hand into Tony's hair. Beyond being considerate, this time he grasped onto Tony's hair tightly and pulled him into himself roughly. Tony rewarded him with an even louder muffled moan before his tongue returned to work. After another minute, when Tony attempted to break away again, Ash pulled his hair harder and shoved him back in. Tony didn't resist. He obediently worshiped Ash's pit for an additional minute, to Ash's absolute pleasure, before Ash finally let go of him. Tony desperately gasped for breath, yet the expression on his face suggested that he craved far, far more.
Ash slid one hand into the waistband of his shorts and let them slide down to his ankles before kicking them off to the side. Tony's eyes followed the shorts as they fell, and zeroed in on the only thing Ash was still wearing: a plain white jockstrap that was struggling to contain a steely erection. Thoroughly soaked through with sweat, its intoxicating reek quickly filled the air around them.
"I bet you want to taste my filthy jockstrap, too?" Ash asked, knowing full well the answer. He reached out to grab Tony's shoulder, intending to push him down, but Tony collapsed to his knees so quickly he never had the chance. "Get in," he ordered, again grabbing Tony's hair and forcefully guiding his face into his crotch.
Tony wasted no time sniffing, licking and slurping the damp fabric, taking care as he did so to mercilessly tease the rock solid member within. Each touch set off a reflexive twitch below, which repeatedly reverberated throughout Ash's body.
"Yeah, suck up all the sweat," Ash pointlessly continued, as if there were a chance Tony would not.
Ash had long known Tony had a thing for sweaty guys after workouts, but he had never imagined Tony would take it quite as far as this. Yet Ash was loving absolutely every moment of it. Eventually Ash's cock twitched hard in just the right way to slip out the side of the jockstrap. But Tony resisted the temptation to go after it, instead continuing to tease the base of his shaft and his balls while keeping his face firmly planted within the cloth. Finally, Ash let the jockstrap slide down to his ankles, liberating everything within. All seven inches of his hard cock bounced up and down as it escaped, eventually settling down right in Tony's face.
"What're you waiting for? Suck it!" Ash commanded, grasping onto the back of Tony's head and pulling it forward.
Tony did not resist in any way, opening his mouth wide and taking in as much as he could handle. It was not the first time he had attempted to swallow Ash's cock, but still, he was young and not overly experienced. He could not help but gag half way. Ash wanted to immediately force the rest of it down his throat, but he gave his friend a break. After a pause, Tony took in all he could and began massaging it with his tongue.
Ash clutched Tony's hair tightly and began guiding his head away from and back into his groin. Slowly at first, mercifully he allowed Tony the opportunity to get used to him. Tony continued to gag now and then, but he was an athlete and a competitor, and Ash's continuous moaning motivated him to do the best damn job he could manage. Ash noticed Tony had reached a hand into his own shorts and was grabbing onto his own hard manhood at the same time. If Tony was enjoying being on the receiving end of his abuse that much Ash figured there was no reason to hold back. So he stepped up the intensity. Tony gagged more once he did, but he took it like a champ.
Eventually, in an effort to switch things up, he pressed Tony's head even further into his crotch than he had yet, sliding his shaft still deeper down his throat. He held Tony's face there, forcing him to wallow in his musk. As expected, he heard Tony once again intentionally breathe in deeply through his nose. No matter what Ash did to him, that boy just couldn't get enough of his scent. The animalistic way which Tony was hungering after him was bringing out a feral side of himself, too. Ash felt the entirety of his body begin to convulse and spasm. He was losing control of himself.
But it was too soon. Now was not that time. He quickly pushed Tony's head away and took a step back. Reaching deeply, convoking every ounce of self discipline he could muster, Ash calmed himself enough to regain control of his body.
Tony looked up at him. He looked like he had been through hell yet his eyes continued to tell a different story. Even after all that Tony wanted still more. But Tony knew why Ash had backed off. There was no need for words. They both understood that there was only one thing that could possibly happen next, one thing that they both craved with every fiber of their bodies.
Ash grasped Tony's hand and pulled, using excessive momentum to yank him up off the floor. Tony flew past him, face first into the row of lockers. His hands collided with metal, causing a crash that ringed and echoed throughout the room. Tony's head came to rest on his arm, and he bent down slightly, bracing himself for what he knew was coming. Ash first pulled Tony's shorts down to his knees then reached to pull down his jockstrap, as well, but stopped himself before he did. Tony's beautiful muscled ass was fully exposed even with it on, and it looked so sexy on him. The jockstrap, Ash decided, could stay. He gave Tony's butt a slap so hard it couldn't be called playful, then moved into position behind him.
As he did so, Ash had to step out of his own jock, still tangled up about his ankles. He gracefully kicked it up into the air and caught it. Moving in closer, Ash allowed his erect cock to rest along the length of the crevice of Tony's butt. He felt Tony shiver, though he was not sure if it was from excitement or fear. It was both. Ash reached the hand holding his jockstrap around Tony and smeared the jockstrap across Tony's face. Then he forced it into his mouth, gagging him. Ash couldn't tell if the muffled noises Tony made as he did that indicated pleasure or protest, but he found it hard to believe Tony wasn't enjoying chomping down on his tainted jock.
He backed his cock off Tony's crack and looked down, preparing to spit on it, but paused. They were both still sweating profusely. That would be lubricant enough. Ready, and without warning, Ash lunged his hips forward and impaled Tony's ass, sliding all seven inches deep inside.
The sweat allowed Ash to glide in easier than he'd anticipated. The gag-muted sound Tony made as he forced his way in was unquestionably a scream, rather than a moan. He held himself there, all the way in, and gave Tony a moment to adjust, before mercifully slipping out somewhat more gently. Slowly he pulsed, in and out, continuing to give Tony the opportunity to get used to the sensation. It was not long before the noises Tony made transitioned definitively from pained into pleasured.
Having found his stride, Ash proceeded to pick up the pace. Tony made more noise as he did, but the longer Ash had his way with Tony's backside the less he cared how his partner was feeling. It was hard to hear Tony over his own feral grunts, and Ash became entirely lost in the pleasure of the tight jock ass enveloping his cock. Each furious thrust evoked a stronger impulse of pleasure. Each impulse of pleasure triggered a still more furious thrust. Fresh sweat cascaded down Ash's chest from his intensifying effort as his body rose and fell; fresh sweat pooled on Tony's back as his body drove into, then back away from, the lockers.
Years later, when Ash told the story, his pounding went on and on, for uncountable minutes. In reality, there was no world in which Ash's youthful hormones could maintain this level of intensity for longer than a couple minutes without reaching a climax. Ash's moaning shifted ever louder, ever shorter, and ever more frequent, signaling the end was near. Tony's body locked up rigidly in preparation.
With one final, savage thrust Ash submitted to the ecstasy entirely and exploded deep inside that perfect body. Several days of sexual anticipation building up to this moment unloaded all at once, wave after wave. The first wave was massive, each subsequent wave a little less so, and the sum total was an absolute mess. At the same time, though Ash could not see it from behind, the way Tony's body spasmed as he was unloading inside of him left little doubt that Tony was simultaneously climaxing himself, all of it sliming the jockstrap he was still wearing. By the time Ash was fully spent, Tony was absolutely stuffed.
For a long moment the two of them stood fused together, breathing hard, exhausted. Tony, still bent over, still braced against the lockers and Ash, still standing, still inside of him. In time Ash, deflated, backed away and sat down on the bench without a word.
Tony finally stood upright and caught Ash's jock as he spit it out of his mouth. He casually flinged it at Ash, who did not flinch as it ricocheted off his face. Then he took a seat next to Ash, straddling the bench and leaning back, allowing his head to come to rest along Ash's side. Ash wrapped an arm around Tony and leaned back himself, letting Tony's head land on his chest. They laid there together in silence for several minutes, each contemplating what had just happened.
Finally Tony raised his head slightly, looked back at Ash, and broke the silence. "Shit, Ash, I never knew you had that in you."
"Sorry..." Ash started to reply. No longer caught up in the moment, the realization of just how obnoxious he had acted was beginning to occur to him.
"Sorry? That's the hottest fucking thing we've ever done! You've got to be less shy more often. That was fucking amazing!" Tony enthusiastically raved.
"I'll keep that in mind" Ash promised. Another minute passed silently. Then Ash started awkwardly giggling.
"The fuck is so funny?" Tony asked.
"I was just thinking," Ash began explaining. "Coach called you a leader. I guess that means I just fucked the captain of the football team."
"Hey, don't forget Coach called you a leader, too. And we're not done yet." Tony ominously warned.
"Huh?" Ash stammered, confused.
A wicked grin formed across Tony's face. "We're just taking a break. It's halftime. In the second half, I'm doing everything you did to me to you."
"What!?!" Ash protested, terror evident in his voice.
He attempted to back away, but Tony was already partly laying on top of him. Ash never had a chance. With near superhuman alacrity, Tony twisted around and pounced on top of Ash, pinning him down to the bench.
"Wait, I don't know..." Ash continued, uncertainly. He squirmed, but Tony's control over him was ironclad.
"You act like you don't want it, but your dick sure got hard fast when I said that. I think you actually really want it," Tony teased.
There was a lot of truth to that. Ash loved getting roughed up and tossed around by his powerful friend. The strength Tony commanded was incredible, and any time their muscles fought, strained and collided he had to fight the excitement that welled up inside of him. And with nobody else in the locker room as a witness there was no need to fight any feelings. Pinned down on his back on that bench, completely naked, there was no hiding his erection. Pointing straight up at the ceiling, full mast, it sent the clear message that his body desired what Tony was offering. Ash struggled half heartedly a little longer, but he was not fooling Tony.
"Well?" Tony asked as he pressured his body down into Ash a little harder, emphasizing the futility of the struggle.
For another few moments Ash gazed back into Tony's eyes helplessly, uncertain why Tony was hesitating. Then he realized that, despite all the bravado, Tony was still waiting for some sort of sign or consent from him before unleashing the full fury of his aggression at him. Seconds passed while Ash continued to stare, conflicted. Of course he wanted to be manhandled by Tony. But everything that he had just done to him? That was an order of magnitude more frightening. Curiosity and fear battled within his brain. As it usually did when Tony was involved, curiosity won out. Ash nodded his head ever so slightly. It was all the permission Tony needed.
"I knew you were a dirty boy. Now get up," Tony ordered, simultaneously jumping to a standing position.
Tony reached out a hand, offering to help Ash up. As soon as Ash grasped on to it Tony violently pulled him up with enough force to lift him off the ground. Ash somehow managed to athletically land on his feet, but as soon as he steadied himself Tony shoved him forcefully backwards, into the lockers. His back mildly stung from the impact, and the crash echoed through the empty room. Tony menacingly closed the distance that separated them.
"I'm absolutely filthy right now, and it's your turn to clean me up," Tony continued.
For better or worse, Ash knew that he was in a lot of trouble. Mostly for better.
"Since you like my arms so damn much, why don't you start there?" Tony finished. It was not a suggestion.
Tony inched still closer to Ash until their bodies collided and pressed into him, crushing Ash against the locker. He flexed one of his arms and, Ash being taller than him, reached up slightly as he did such that his bulging bicep came to rest smashed against Ash's face. Reluctantly and cautiously Ash slipped his tongue across that muscle, motivated in no small part out of fear of what Tony might do to him instead if he didn't. The salty taste of Tony's dried sweat was... different, but not terrible?
"I know you can do better than that," Tony warned, pressing more forcefully forward and smashing Ash even harder between him and the locker.
Ash groaned; it kind of hurt. And he kind of liked it. The warning wasn't necessary. Ash was realizing that all the kinks and grooves of Tony's arms, which his fingers knew so well, and which never failed to turn him on, were all still there. Tony was merely offering Ash an alternate way to explore them. And damned if he wasn't going to take full advantage of the opportunity. Soon Ash was slobbering all over Tony, licking deeply across his bicep before alternating to gliding over the underlying tricep.
"Told you it's fun. Who's the weird one now?" Tony teased.
Apparently himself, Ash accepted, entirely unbothered. He had already decided this would not be the last time they did this.
Meanwhile, Tony let his other hand come to rest on top of Ash's head. Seemingly idly, he gently ran his fingers through Ash's tangled, messy hair, eventually working his fingers through to the scalp. For a few additional seconds he caressed Ash's head with his fingertips, just long enough to relax him.
Without warning, Tony grasped a fistfull of hair tightly and pulled hard, causing Ash to grunt while he missed a breath. Ash stared helplessly at Tony, who grinned mischievously back at him. Tony was reminding him that he had complete control over him. And Ash kind of liked that, too.
"Warm up is over. It's game time," Tony mocked, tightening his grip for emphasis.
Tony took a step back from Ash, dragging his head along with him by the hair. Tony threw his other hand high behind his head, flexing as he did so, knowing how irresistible his body was to Ash. Then he started forcing Ash's head towards his exposed armpit. There was no way that Ash could stop him, but still he tensed up, a tension that Tony picked up on.
"Don't fight it. I know you want it, too" Tony confidently continued, though with what confidence Ash had no idea.
Their ongoing locker room escapade had constituted a workout just as intense as the practice or run. After all that, both of them were caked in layers of sweat, and Tony's underarms reeked offensively. Yet, Tony was absolutely right. Ash did want it. There was something so masculine, so intoxicating about the scent. The smell was so uniquely... Tony? And everything about Tony aroused Ash so fiercely that he somehow found himself into it. Curiosity's winning streak continued, and Ash submitted to the experience.
"Now lick it clean," Tony demanded.
Determined to please him at any cost, Ash reached his tongue out and made contact with the soft flesh of Tony's pit. But unlike his arm, Ash found the taste rather bitter. This is rough, Ash thought to himself, hesitating. Tony caught him hesitating, however, and punished him by clenching his hair tighter and pushing his face all the way in.
"Fuck, why does it feel so good to be treated so badly by this stud?" Ash silently wondered to himself, his cock twinging with excitement all on its own as it happened.
Whatever it took, Ash redoubled his dedication to give Tony what he wanted. Forcing the contrary signals from his brain, Ash began licking away, much to Tony's loud pleasure. He discovered there were muscles here that he had never even realized Tony had, and Ash began reveling in the joy of the new experience. One spot in particular seemed to make Tony moan especially loudly when he licked it, so he attacked that spot aggressively. When Tony reacted by pushing him away, he realized he was actually tickling him.
"Shit, that was amazing." Tony stammered, struggling to catch his breath. "You've a few things to teach me. We've got to revisit this another time. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock." he ordered.
Tony finally slid out of the messy jockstrap he had kept on the entire time, exposing his eager six and a half inch dick, still dripping with the cum that had been caught within his jock when he had exploded from Ash's pounding. A little shorter than Ash's, what little he was comparatively missing in length he made up with extra girth. Ash fell willingly to the ground on command while Tony leaned his back against the lockers and relaxed.
Ash couldn't get started fast enough. He loved worshiping that cock with his throat and mouth, and the thick lather of tangy spunk drenching it made for an irresistible treat. Quickly he gobbled it all up, teasing Tony's shaft with his tongue as he licked each and every drop up. As he did so, Ash noted Tony squirming uncomfortably. He must still be sensitive from getting off earlier, Ash realized, and devious thoughts flashed within his brain. This was going to be fun. He braced one of his arms against Tony's abdomen, briefly pinning him against the locker, and proceeded to vigorously massage and tickle his cockhead with his tongue and lips.
Tony let out an unnatural scream, his entire body involuntarily spasming, freaking out. Ash only managed to hold him in place for a handful of seconds before Tony desperately overpowered him and knocked him away.
"You're going to fucking pay for that," Tony angry shouted. "Sit your ass down on that bench," he demanded as he bent over and picked up the jersey that he had torn off Ash long ago.
Ash plopped his butt down onto the bench obediently. He knew what was coming, and he could feel his entire body aching with excited anticipation.
"Put this back on" Tony added, throwing the jersey at Ash, who nimbly caught it. "I want you wearing it while I'm rearranging your internal organs."
Ash struggled back into the jersey then looked straight into Tony's eyes and smiled. If Tony were trying to intimidate him, it wasn't working. The smile, added to the sight of Ash wearing the jersey, naked from the waist down, eagerly aroused, caused Tony to briefly lose his tough guy demeanor and just stare back, longingly. It was nearly imperceptible, but Ash knew him well and caught it. Once again Tony was failing at processing his feelings. Maybe, just maybe, there was more than mere sexual desire working here? Not that Ash would ever call Tony out on it. That would have required Ash to express his feelings.
Tony snapped out of the trance. The time for words and orders had passed. He gave Ash's chest a push, laying him flat out on the bench, face up. With Ash's full cooperation he lifted Ash's legs up, lined himself up, and thrust his ready cock deep inside of him.
Ash's smile quickly changed into a pained expression, but Ash resisted the urge to cry out. It always hurt him at first, but he knew it would soon get better.
Tony's retribution was unapologetically fierce. He did not give Ash the chance to ease into the sensations, as Ash had given him. He immediately began pounding Ash as hard and fast as his powerful body could. Within seconds he was profusely sweating still harder. A primal instinct took control of his body, which elevated his intensity still further. They were hardly strangers to one another's bodies and it did not take Tony long to find the spot inside of Ash that triggered the most overwhelming pleasure.
Ash gasped, breathlessly stunned, then lost himself entirely in the feeling. He moaned uncontrollably, continuously, and obnoxiously loudly. The cries of his approval echoed throughout the room. Tony was doing all of the work, but he seemed to be enjoying it, so Ash threw his hands behind his head and selfishly focused only on enjoying it. Each piercing slam hit him with such intensity that he lost track of reality. All he remained conscious of was the pulsing, overwhelming ecstasy. In a brief moment of clarity, he looked up at the body that was making him his own. It was perfect. Gods, this was all Ash ever wanted.
Their second round of the afternoon by nature had to last longer than their first. Tony needed to work much harder than Ash had, but he was living for the challenge. Grasping onto Ash's legs, he shook, bounced, and at times nearly lifted Ash up off the bench as he attacked his backside aggressively. Ash flopped all over, pushed backward, pulled back in, jarred, side to side. His hands still protected the back of his head and his rock hard cock freely slapped repeatedly against his jersey clad chest with a will all its own. After many energetic minutes Tony should have begun to tire, but somehow his hormones allowed him to override the fatigue and continue into overtime with inhuman endurance.
The finale inevitably arrived. Tony leaned forward, hovering his upper body above Ash. Sprawled out on the bench, facing up at Tony, watching the sweat drip off his built torso and feeling it land on him, Ash swore he had never seen a more attractive sight in his life. His lip curled ever so slightly and his eyes rolled into the back of his head out of impossible bliss.
That look set Tony over the edge. With a monstrous grunt and a feral thrust Tony released a torrent of his seed deep inside of Ash. The sensation of his insides being flooded by the essence of his idol caused Ash to instantly lose it, too. He shot a generous load into the air above him. Some cleared his body and landed on his face and in his hair; most ended up staining his jersey. Completely spent, the adrenaline quickly subsided and Tony, suddenly conscious of his exertions, slid out, fell forward, and came to rest, chest to chest, on top of Ash.
Too exhausted to move, they lay entangled together in silence. They were already close when they awoke this morning. Both sensed that after all they had just done they would fall asleep tonight bonded still more deeply. What that meant neither knew, nor would either figure out anytime soon. For this moment Ash was content simply to enjoy the pressure of Tony's weight resting on top of him combined with the warmth of the heat radiating from his body. He wrapped one arm around Tony's side and idly ran his fingers slowly across Tony's back. He dared hope that his friend shared his contentment.
Uncounted minutes later Tony finally made the effort to sit upright. "You promised me I could have your jersey when we were done. Now gimme!" Tony playfully demanded.
Ash had not forgotten. He sat up and raised his arms over his head, inviting Tony to pull it off of him. Tony gently worked the jersey off of Ash, pulled it close to his face, and sniffed it.
"Uugh!" Tony exclaimed with orgasmic pleasure. "I am never, ever washing this."
"Hey, I need that back for Monday's practice!" Ash argued.
"It's mine now. You can borrow it for Monday's practice, but I ain't washing it," came Tony's counteroffer.
The suggestion caused Ash to slip a hint of a smile. It was never going to happen, but he was into that thought more than he cared to admit.
Tony had noticed the smile. "You actually thought about it! I love it. I knew you'd come around," Tony mockingly, yet excitedly, exclaimed. "Don't worry, I'll buy you a new one."
"Isn't it about damn time we got in the shower?" Ash suggested, nodding his head toward the far corner of the locker room, eager to move on to just about any other subject.
"Nah. What for? I like you better this way," argued Tony.
Ash rolled his eyes as he shaked his head slightly. That boy never knew when to quit. But, he was coming to realize, that may just be why he couldn't get enough of him.
"Well, we can't stay here all day," Ash pointed out.
"Let's go back to my room and chill. My mom won't be home for a couple hours," Tony began, before pausing awkwardly upon remembering how the two of them had been interrupted earlier in the week. "Uh, probably won't be."
It was a risk Ash was more than willing to take. "If we're skipping the shower we might as well run back to your house," he suggested.
"Oh, fuck no!" Tony protested.
"I thought you wanted these abs? I guess not," Ash disappointedly remarked as he ran his fingers over his midsection. "Run it with me and I'll run it in that jersey."
"Deal," Tony instantly accepted, throwing the jersey back at Ash. Their afternoon, it appeared, was still young.
Thank you for reading. I'm far from an accomplished author - writing this story was a spur of the moment, one time "let's try doing something you've never done before" experience. Thoughts, support, and kindly offered constructive critism are welcome - tynotwistories@gmail.com . I've no plans to write again, but I could be convinced otherwise with enough support!