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Chapter I: The Locker Room
I had been having an incredible dream. You know, the kind of dream when you're laying next to someone warm, strong, and yet tender at the same time, and there's no place else you'd rather be than in his arms. Then, suddenly I awoke, my arms cradled around my pillow. What utter disappointment! All that I was left with were the slight memories of an anonymous hunky blond man in my arms, and the chill of the air. The day had started cold, and I hadn't yet turned the heat on. It was October, and I really didn't want to crawl out of bed, but I had to. It was time for school...
My parents had been gone for what felt like ages, but in reality it had only three weeks since they'd gone on their trip. They'd be gone for nearly six months. My mom and dad are world travelers and bloggers. You know, the worst kind of parent but the best kind of friend. One who has stories and tales from all over the world, but can't tell you what their kid's first words were. But I don't mind, not anymore. Ever since I turned 16, they started leaving me on my own. I'd always been self sufficient. I was just thankful they kept sending money every week so I could continue paying bills.
I ran to my bathroom to escape the frosty air, quickly turning the shower on. Soon, steam began building, and I felt my chilled bones start to warm. Slowly, I dropped my red athletic shorts I slept in, letting my manhood fall free. I snuck a glance at myself in the mirror, almost entirely frosted over in steam. "Damn," I thought to myself. "I'm looking good!" A 5'11" brown haired, blue eyed, freshly 18 year old looked back at me. My abs were finally starting to be visible, and I was so happy with my efforts.
I know it sounds conceited, but I had been working on my body for a long time. After two years of doing football and swim team simultaneously, my body had finally grown past its awkward stage and had seemed to enter adulthood. Maybe now someone would notice me, but I had serious doubts that anyone ever would. I was a bit of a loner. I had a few friends, and I was somewhat popular thanks to high school sports, but I'd never had a lover.
As a junior on the football team, I've always kind of flown under the radar. I'd asked the coach to give me a chance and let me play in more games, but he would just shake his head and say, "Andrew, you'll have your chance next year. You'll understand when you're a senior..." Then he'd let me play only a few minutes. What total bullshit...
Finally, I stepped into the shower. My mind decided to ponder on why I had joined the football team in the first place. I felt my prick stiffen slightly at the thought of Jamie. He was only a sophomore when I'd met him, but he'd started school a year after everyone else, so he was older and stronger than everyone else on the team. His talent was simply astounding. Now, let me say that I didn't originally join the team so he'd notice me, or fall in love with me, or anything like that. I just wanted all the attention that he would get. I wanted to be just like him someday. He was so popular, handsome, and just unstoppable! He stood about 6'3", had short blond hair, brilliant blue eyes, and one hell of a body. Perfect abs, perfect ass, perfect smile...
I think that's why I fell in love with him. I'd never had a conversation with him, so all I had were fantasies.
The more I thought about Jamie, the more I felt my cock under the stream of water falling from the shower head. While I desperately wanted to release my seed, I simply didn't have enough time. I was already running late. After a hasty wash, I dried myself and put on a pair of jeans, a black tank top, and a red hooded zip up jacket. I stumbled out the door with weariness. I silently chastised myself for working so hard in practice when I knew I wouldn't be noticed. I vowed to tone it down, at least in practice.
The cool Maine air bit into my skin as I bolted to my truck, turning the ignition to start up the heat. I drove the short distance in a haze, not quite focusing on the road, but wishing I was still curled under my blankets. You know, typical morning thoughts. I desperately didn't want to get to school, because people would just keep asking me when I was going to get a girlfriend, and when I'd become a man, and so on. It was annoying! Where I used to make up excuses, I now just brushed off such questions. High school was hard. Being a high schooler who thought he was in love with boys was harder.
Thankfully, school passed in a blur. Especially my math class. Jamie sits two seats ahead of me, and it's extremely hard to focus. I spent the entire period just dreaming about what he could do with those muscles off of the football field...
Unfortunately, dreams were all I had. All of my friends had been talking about sex with their girlfriends, and everything else under the sun, while I could only imagine sexual encounters with men. The locker room about drove me crazy every night after practice.
It was a cool, sunny afternoon at practice that day. We were in good form. Everyone was still on a high from winning our game last week. Now, it was the day before our next game. It's a team tradition that we don't go all out before the next game, so we were standing there in our athletic shorts and helmets. Most of the guys weren't wearing shirts. Well, really I only noticed that one guy wasn't wearing a shirt: Jamie. My god, he looked amazing. The sweat glistened on his abs, and if he moved just right, I could see a small tattoo of a skull and crossbones on his hip. Hot damn, I wanted to kiss that tattoo...
The A-team offense was running drills and preparing for our toughest opponent yet. Since I'm not on any regular offense, or defense for that matter, I wasn't really paying attention. Don't get me wrong, I love playing football and I'm good at it. In fact, last Friday night I broke for over 80 yards and scored a touchdown. It helped us win, but do you think that matters? Apparently not to Coach Kiebach...
Then, coach called for the B-team offense. Jamie jogged over, removed his helmet, and chugged a cup of water. I happened to be standing next to the water cooler, and I couldn't help but stare at the sweat dripping down his handsome face. Suddenly, he turned and looked at me, and smiled. My breath caught in my throat. He'd never looked at me before! I turned to look at the players on the field.
"Hey, Andrew," Jamie said in a beautiful baritone voice.
"Uh, hi, Jamie, how are you?" I replied, hoping he couldn't hear my voice quiver.
"You were the guy that ran that 80 yard touchdown last week, right?
"Yeah, that was me." My heart was pounding in my ears.
"Cool, that was pretty awesome, man."
"Uh," I gulped. "Thanks!"
I thought my chest would explode. I didn't even know he'd noticed me, let alone knew my name! We stood there for a moment, not saying anything, but sneaking glances at each other, while watching our teammates run plays. He didn't walk away. It was a few moments before he spoke again.
"So, what are you up to tomorrow night?" he asked.
"Well, I'm not sure yet, why?" I answered, hoping he couldn't hear the desperation in my voice.
"Oh, well, I'm having a party at my house tomorrow night after the game, and if you wanna come it's fine with me. My parents are out of town for a couple weeks, and my cousin's gonna buy us a keg and some other things to drink. Can you come?"
"Absolutely! Sounds like fun, dude!"
I was simply amazed. I was extremely nervous and excited at the same time. Jamie's parties were legendary. As he began explaining how to get to his house, I was just staring at his beautiful mouth and watching his tongue and lips move in perfect harmony. Neither of us noticed when the team got called in to take a knee. Unfortunately, coach wasn't pleased...
"Hey! Beckman, Strauss, get over here and take a knee with the rest of your team!"
"Shit," Jamie spat. "Sorry, bro."
We ran in and took a knee with our teammates, who weren't even looking at us. I was just glad they hadn't noticed how I was looking at Jamie, or the bulge in my shorts for that matter. I didn't hear a word Coach Kiebach was saying. He could have been talking about how to do the Hokey Pokey for all I knew. My mind was miles away. After we were told to hit the showers, coach called Jamie and I over...
"So, you boys thought you'd just have a conversation and be disrespectful to your teammates, did you?"
"I'm sorry, sir," Jamie answered. "We didn't realize we were that close to the end of practice."
"You watch your tone, mister!" coach yelled, inches away from Jamie's face. "I am your superior, and I deserve respect! You think you're hot shit, don't you Beckman?"
Jamie didn't answer, but seemed incredibly embarrassed. Coach had never yelled at him like this before. They'd always been close.
"You both need to run three laps around the field. Right now. Never fuck around on my time again." With that, coach stormed off the field, glaring back at me for a moment, and leaving Jamie and I in absolute shock. I was mad at myself for getting him into trouble. Jamie turned to look at me, his eyes shining with tears, and said, "Let's get going."
He started running around the field immediately. I watched him running for a few moments, wondering why he was close to tears, and then realized that I needed to start running too. The sun was going down, and I still had homework to do. Jamie stayed ahead of me the entire time. I thought that was strange, considering that we'd just bonded a little bit, but I remembered that he was a year ahead of me, and has had more practice. He finished before I did, and I half expected him to wait for me. But, when he finished, he went straight for the locker room, never once turning to look at me. "Shit," I said aloud. I knew he was pissed at me. I'd may as well forget the whole thing right then. He'd never talk to me again.
I finished with my laps just as the sun was sinking below the horizon. I walked across the field slowly, my head down. I felt almost depressed. I know it sounds weird, but I was in love with Jamie. I'd had a conversation with him, and I'd never been closer to my dreams than I had ever been. It seemed almost too good to be true. I made my way to the locker room as dusk descended, secretly hoping that I could still at least go to Jamie's party.
The locker room smelled of musk, sweat, and was strangely totally abandoned. The coaches were even gone. "Damn, that was fast," I said aloud to myself. It was incredibly weird. Normally guys stay around, talking about girls, horsing around, flexing muscles, etc. I walked into the sophomore/junior locker room and slammed my helmet down on a bench by my locker. Although it had been an easy practice, my t-shirt was stuck to my skin with sweat. I pulled it off with gusto and threw it into my bag. I pulled off my shorts and tossed them in as well. Standing there in only my jockstrap, I caught my reflection in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. My abs were glistening, my biceps bulging. I was depressed about life, but happy with my body.
But, I still couldn't shake the feelings about Jamie. I was tempted to leave then and there without showering. I was so deep in my own thoughts, when suddenly I heard a slamming noise from the other room. I jumped about a foot in the air.
Standing there, alone, in only my jockstrap, I was more vulnerable than I had ever been before. I was absolutely petrified. I began to walk noiselessly toward the senior locker room, not knowing what to expect. I looked into the smaller room, and between the red lockers and black carpet, I could see a bag sitting on a bench in the middle of the room. Then, I realized how stupid I must look: crouching in my jock and peeking around the corner. I was about to crawl away and leave when I heard a shower start. It hit me: Jamie must be showering!
As tempted as I was to look, I knew that if he saw me here in my jockstrap, catching a glimpse of him naked in the shower, he'd beat the shit out of me. I tried to make a quiet exit, but I tripped over the damn water cooler, and sprawled, nearly naked, on the ground, making quite a racket.
"Who the fuck is out there?" I heard Jamie's voice cry out.
I tried to run, but all I could do was lay there on my stomach in fear, ass in the air. That's how Jamie found me.
"Andrew? What the hell are you doing?"
He sounded amused.
"Um," I stammered, turning myself over so I could face him. This was a mistake, as Jamie was completely naked. I felt my face grow hot. "I was heading back from the bathroom and tripped over this god damn cooler," I lied quickly. As I stared up at him, I could feel my dick rising steadily. I really hoped he couldn't see it. I noticed that his eyes kept glancing over my body, and his cock was standing at full attention already.
"Bro, the bathroom is on the other side of your locker room," he said slowly, a touch of amusement in his voice. "Are you sure you didn't come over here for another reason?"
He smiled at me. I couldn't tell him the real reason, could I? Wait a minute, I really did have another reason!
"Alright, fine," I said with more confidence. "I was checking on a noise I heard over here. I didn't realize anyone was still here."
"Oh, did I scare you?"
"Actually, yes. You kind of did."
"Wow, I've never really scared anyone before," he said, laughing a bit. "You sure that's the real reason you're spying on me in the locker room?"
"What other reason could I possibly have?"
"Hey, it's okay. I understand. You really were checking on a noise. I'll admit, I was being noisy. I'm a little pissed off."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," I said, putting my head down. "I got you in trouble, didn't I?"
"No, you didn't," he said immediately. "Actually, I've been expecting coach to yell at me for awhile now. I'm still a good player, but we've been arguing a lot. Everything I do around here is gold, and I'm sick of living up to expectations that not even I can live up to anymore. People expect so much of me."
Jamie was almost dry now, though there were a few drops of water sticking to his pecs. God, he was so beautiful.
"Well," I began, "I'm sorry that I've disturbed you, and I'm sorry that people expect so much of you. I'll go now."
"Here." Jamie was offering his hand to help me up. I grabbed it, and he yanked me to my feet. He also didn't let go of my hand.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
He didn't say a word. He pulled me close to him, and kissed me lightly on the lips. I had never been kissed before, and I nearly exploded. My cock was rock hard, and I was in such shock that I pulled away from him before I could stop myself. Jamie looked at me, a confused look on his face.
"Why did you do that?" I asked him.
"Because I knew you wouldn't have the balls to make a move. I've been wanting to do that since you made the team."
At the moment, time seemed to slow down. I reached back up and kissed him, only this time I opened my mouth, and he did too. Our tongues met, and it was pure bliss. Then, he pulled away, too soon. I started to protest, but he put his finger to my lips, and picked me up, my legs straddling his waist. It was as if I weighed nothing, and he was so strong and beautiful. I kissed him again as he carried me to the shower. He set me down gently, and then went down on his knees, kissing my chest and stomach as he went lower. Finally, he kissed the tip of my hard prick beneath the jockstrap, and I shivered with anticipation. He lowered my jockstrap, slowly and sensually. After stepping out of it, he threw it into the locker room behind me, and I knelt in front of him. Kissing again, our hands explored each other's bodies, covering every inch with our fingers and palms. We were both shaking with anticipation and anxiety.
"Have you ever done this before?" he whispered.
"Not at all," I answered.
"Good. I'm glad I can be your first."
He looked at me with this strange look in his eye. It was as if he was in love with me, or something. I'd never seen a look like that in a guy's eyes before, and it was toward me! Can you believe it? It was as he went to kiss me again that things took an unexpected turn.
"Wait, I can't do this," Jamie said, his forehead on mine.
"What do you mean?" I asked, terrified that he was turning me down.
"I can't do this here. It's not special enough for you."
"Listen, that's sweet and everything, and I'm about to melt in your arms, but I've been in love with you forever and I'm aching to get that cock inside of me!" I admitted, hoping he'd at least let me blow him.
"That's what I mean, stud," he said. "You've loved me forever and I've felt the same way, and I don't want this to go too fast. I don't want this to fizzle out. I want us to have more than just a spark."
"You're adorable, you know that?"
"Yeah, I do," he said, smiling.
And with that, his mouth was on mine again. After several moments, we broke apart, gasping for air.
"So, this is going to sound strange, considering how we both are in love, but can you like, not tell anyone about this?"
He sounded strange, as if he was proud of what he'd just done, but unsure at the same time.
"I won't tell a soul, I swear," I whispered into his ear. "You think I want anyone else to have you?"
For some reason I was feeling incredibly confident.
"Oh, I like that attitude, sir. Very much so." And he kissed me again.
After another few minutes, he stood up, turned off the shower, and went to get dressed. I did the same thing, only I was in another locker room. All I had left were the memories of what had just happened. I pulled on my jeans, tank top, and hooded jacket with a gigantic smile on my face, and I knew that I'd never get rid of my smile.
Suddenly, I realized that I didn't have my jockstrap on, as the memory of what had just happened caused my cock to rub agains the fabric of my jeans. I began to look for it when I heard a voice.
"Hey you."
I turned to see Jamie by the door, standing there in his letter jacket, holding my jockstrap in his hand.
"Hi."
"So, are you still coming over tomorrow night?"
"Sure, if you want me there."
"Are you kidding me? Of course I want you there. Only now, I want you to spend the night."
He smelled my jockstrap. The sight of it turned me on.
"Besides, you've got to come and get this," he teased, stretching out the fabric between his fingers. "But I'm going to borrow it tonight. Is that alright?"
"Of course it is, you handsome man."
I walked over to him, practically running, and planted a kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around me, and picked me up a little as he pulled me closer to him. After we broke apart, he looked into my eyes, put his hand on my chin, and pulled me toward him once more. Then, he walked out the door.
"Damn," I said.
That night I couldn't sleep. My real life was too good to dream anymore.