Brent peeled off his Elks uniform and chucked it across the locker room. \u00a0It landed halfway in the hamper, dripping sweat into the pool already on the floor. \u00a0He waved an aching arm at it. \u00a0Good enough.<\/p>\n
His footsteps slapped hollowly through the empty rows of lockers and benches as he padded to the showers. \u00a0He had opted to stay late, preferring the solitude of the field for his endurance training; besides, then the showers were deserted and he could hose off in peace.<\/p>\n
Brent adjusted the temperature with a practiced hand and stepped under the flow. \u00a0He closed his eyes to let the water tumble down his face. \u00a0He let out a deep sigh as his muscles started to relax.<\/p>\n
“Oh!”<\/p>\n
Brent whirled around at the single, startled word. \u00a0Standing buck naked at the shower room doorway was Rodney Whittaker, quarterback for the Bobcats, the Elks’ biggest rival. \u00a0More specifically, Rodney Whittaker was Brent’s biggest rival, his nemesis on the field and in the hearts of both schools’ cheerleading squads.<\/p>\n
“I thought – uh, they said – I biked over to see Cynthia, and they said I could use the showers.”<\/p>\n
Brent had never seen Rodney so flustered. \u00a0His gaze dropped to the other boy’s cock, which to his surprise was halfway hard. \u00a0Rodney followed Brent’s line of sight and suddenly his cheeks pinched in a smile.<\/p>\n
“Right? \u00a0Everyone’s always like, ‘You just play football because you have a tiny dick, blah blah blah.’ \u00a0So much for that.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah,” Brent said. \u00a0He turned around slowly, staring at the wall and trying to think of anything else, because a sudden rush of blood was swelling his own dick. \u00a0He put a hand over it, tried to push it down. \u00a0He frowned at the sound of three of the other showers turning on.<\/p>\n
But before he could turn around, another hand slid down over his, slipping between his fingers and gently caressing his shaft. \u00a0Brent moaned without prompting, his heart skipping beats wildly. \u00a0Rodney’s now-rock-hard cock pressed into his ass crack.<\/p>\n
“I’ve seen you watching me,” the other boy murmured into his ear, making Brent shudder. \u00a0"I know you want this.“<\/p>\n
Brent bit his lip. \u00a0A thousand scenarios flooded into his mind: the coach walking in to find them; his mother making a surprise visit to the school; his teammates discovering not only his pleasure but his fraternizing. \u00a0But worst of all: looking back on this day and regretting that he hadn’t taken the chance he had been dreaming of for almost three years.<\/p>\n
So he put his palms against the wall and offered his ass to his greatest rival. \u00a0Rodney grinned, swiped his tongue across his hand, and moistened his cock.<\/p>\n
"I won’t make any wide receiver puns,” he chuckled, and nuzzled the tip against Brent’s asshole.<\/p>\n
The sound of the showers mostly drowned out the boys’ satisfied grunts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Brent peeled off his Elks uniform and chucked it across the locker room. \u00a0It landed halfway in the hamper, dripping sweat into the pool already on the floor. \u00a0He waved an aching arm at it. \u00a0Good enough. His footsteps slapped hollowly through the empty rows of lockers and benches as he padded to the showers. … <\/p>\n