Note from the author: This is story 7 in the series. You would benefit from reading the series in order, but its possible to enjoy this as a stand alone too.
Feedback would be appreciated, so that I can improve my stories.
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A week had passed, but for Tom, it hadn't moved at all. He was still caught in the exact moment he'd backed into the shadows, his breath faltering as Ryan lowered to his knees. Every night since, it had been the same loop in his mind. Shame twisted with arousal. Disgust with desire. It was a knot he couldn't untangle.
Tom was firmly heterosexual. He dated girls, he had never seen a man and felt desire. Men were not attractive for him. Well, men in general. He couldn't explain why, when he saw Ryan naked in the showers a few years ago, his enormous flaccid cock on display, swinging from thigh to thigh, with a slapping noise as it hit each thigh muscle; why he caught himself looking back, often. Why that vision appeared regularly in his fantasies, generally fully erect. Why, now that he had seen Ryan fucking Jake, the scene had dominated his fantasies, and he had imagined himself in Jake's place.
Masturbating in the week that had followed the tryst had been daily, often 3 or 4 times per day. Why, when he tried to make his mind explore other fantasies, it had drifted back to Ryan's impressive phallus. He had stock favourite fantasies, the common lesbian fantasy, his Chemistry lecturer's tits, same lecturer forcing him to give her oral sex in the labs after classes, his first blow job from Tabatha Fox when she was babysitting for her neighbour....... none of them kept his attention, his mind went back to that enormous cock.
And now, here he was again. Same corridor. Same time. Same sprint across the frost-laced field with his heart hammering.
He told himself it was just curiosity. That it was nothing more than the need to understand what he saw. But his erection told another story.
He knew this was risky. If they caught him... there was no telling how much trouble he would be in. Was it even legal?
In his mind he had convinced himself that the last time had been a deliberate performance, that he was meant to see them, Like they wanted to be watched. Why else would they choose a public space. If not him, it would have been someone else, maybe the janitor.
Returning late after the training session had ended, knowing they had stayed late, he slipped into the changing room again, as quietly as he could. The air was again humid, a stark contrast to the frosty evening outside. Warmth at last. The showers were running. Steam curled along the ceiling, clinging to the walls, crawling over the tiles like clouds descending on a hilltop. This time there were voices. Low, murmured tones. Water slapping the floor. Occasional laughter echoed around the empty room..
He was going to see the show he came for.
Moving to the same dark corner behind his locker row, breath now shallow, as silent as a mouse. Through the mist he could only see empty shower heads. The boys were in the opposite corner, he needed a new position. Working his way quietly past the lockers, further into the room, he settled into the opposite far corner. Dark shapes through the mist confirmed what he expected. Two figures, close. The sight stirred his memories: Ryan, standing bold under the spray, naked. Jake was in front of him, hands against the shower wall, his back to Ryan. He must have caught them early in their scene, Ryan's hand was gripping Jake's shoulder, more like a massage than a sexual seduction. Ryan's other hand roaming freely over Jake's chest. The touch quickly became more intimate, teasing, probing. Both of them glistening wet. Unapologetically physical. Comfortable together.
Tom's cock swelled instantly. He felt a deep urge to stroke himself. He pulled his training bottoms off his pelvis, and pushed his briefs to one side, to release his hard cock. He took it in his right hand, settled into his corner, and started to wank. With the very first stroke, his knuckle caught the metal locker structure, just the mildest of contact, but the sound echoed louder in Tom's ears. He froze. Panicked.
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Jake and Ryan had returned from their trip to London, full of energy and enthusiasm. Jake had cleared the air with Ryan, Ryan had opened up about his past, and they had a new understanding. Jake wasn't out of the closet, he wasn't planning any big reveal, or even an admission that he was bisexual. But he was no longer planning to sneak around covertly. Their teammates would see them together often, they would be openly close friends, and some might assume more, if asked, there would be no lies, no denials.
In the two days that followed their return to college, they had seen each other every day and today, for the first time, they arrived at football training together. As expected, nobody thought it odd or noted any change to their friendship.
Jake was watching the group as he changed into his kit, trying to detect if any of their team mates were looking at them differently. He suspected one of them had been the voyeur, but if they were, they concealed it well. There were no lingering glances, or Knowing smirks, as far as he could tell.
Despite this, Jake and Ryan had already hatched a plan. They were going to stay behind after training and work on some skills together. They would let everyone see them, so that the voyeur, if it was a team mate, would know that they would be in the showers alone after everyone else had left. Neither of them expected the voyeur to return quite so soon, but if they kept repeating for a few weeks, the culprit just might choose to try their luck. It might take a while, but they intended to catch their watcher red handed eventually.
In the meantime, they would have fun in the showers anyway. What did they have to lose?
Jake had turned a corner in his mind. He was no longer anxious, but still curious about who knew their secret, and what would they do with it? Whilst he was still the freshman, he had made a number of friendships in the team already. He was popular. Surely any of them would have spoken to him privately if they had seen something themselves, or if they had heard rumours. He suspected someone was holding their secret, but why?
Ryan worked him hard on the field. Their 'on pitch' partnership was already potent. Jake was tenacious in midfield, his power and strength had lifted the team. Tactically, he was visionary, and was cementing his role as the main playmaker. He seemed to sense Ryan's position, and how to make that incisive pass, to put him beyond the defence. They made a great team. Jake the provider, Ryan the finisher. The extra hours practising helped them develop a few rehearsed moves that would benefit them both. Their synergy was already starting to get noticed well beyond their own team and coaching group.
To finish their session, the boys decided to do a high impact workout to boost their stamina. By the time they returned to the changing room, they were aching, and pouring with sweat. They needed showers.
The changing room was empty as planned. The usual discarded sock tape, empty energy drink cans, and forgotten kit littered the floor. The lost property bucket must be overflowing with lost kit, every week multiple items were left behind.
Jake wasted no time in stripping naked, his muscles burnt, he needed the relief of hot water to soothe them. Conventional thinking would advise an ice bath, but that never appealed. Good or bad, the warmth of the shower made him feel better. Since he and Ryan had cleared the air about their relationship, he felt confident in his company, and not the least bit self conscious about being naked. He was thirsty, needing a drink he walked to the water cooler
Ryan, by contrast, was taking his time. He enjoyed the show as Jake undressed. Watching him cross the room, eyes tracing the sculpted lines of his back, he appreciated the way the muscles between his shoulders flexed with each stride, the lean dip of his waist, the way the light danced across the gentle curve of his buttocks. As Jake reached the cooler and leaned slightly forward, he filled a paper cup, the motion stretching his back and deepening the shadows between the ridges of muscle. He lifted the cup to his pursed lips, delicious plump lips, perfectly sculpted for kissing. Drinking slowly, unaware, or perhaps completely aware, of the effect he had on Ryan.
Ryan didn't move, he barely breathed, absorbing every detail like a snapshot seared into his mind. There was something quietly mesmerizing about the scene, the strength in Jake's posture, the calm confidence in the way he carried himself, even in something as simple as getting a drink. How much he had grown in the weeks they had come together, particularly, this last week. His back remained to Ryan, did he feel the heat emanating from Ryan, was the attraction as acute for Jake as it was for Ryan? Only time would tell.
For now they had a plan to execute.
Ryan kept his eyes on Jake as he walked into the showers, Ryan stripped quickly and followed. This time they chose the showers in the far corner, out of site of most of the changing area. If someone came to watch, they wouldn't make it so easy.
"Just keep in mind our plan, the minute we hear anyone in the changing room, we start a show, give them time to think they are safe, then jump out and catch them red handed. " Ryan's mind had switched to battle mode, even if he believed it was unlikely anyone would be there that night.
Jake was a bit more casual, "I'd really appreciate a shoulder rub, something twinged whilst we were doing that last set of press-ups, I'll return the favour." He stood with his hands against the tiled wall, as Ryan soaped-up his hands, and started to press his thumbs into Jake's taught muscles.
"You know nobody will show up don't you. You'd love to catch our voyeur, but nobody would be stupid enough to return so soon after leaving in such a clumsy, obvious way last week. They must know we will be watching out for them?" Jake was a little concerned about what Ryan would actually do if he did catch the culprit.
"Let's see. You might be surprised. After all, who could resist another look at your beautiful buns. If it was me, I'd be back taking pictures, so I could pin them on the ceiling above my bed. Luckily, I have the real thing to play with. I guess I was just born lucky." Ryan quipped as he landed a playful slap on Jake's right cheek.
"Just concentrate on the shoulders for now, we already have one pervert to deal with, without you joining them. You can play with the buns later."
Ryan half chuckled, and half delivered his response, "Spoil sport!"
At that moment, the slight but definite squeak of the dry changing room door hinge pierced the air. Ryan smiled to himself, leaned forward and whispered in Jake's ear "Game on...... follow my lead."
Ryan carried on the shoulder massage, re-soaping his hands, and digging deeply into Jake's powerful shoulders.
Jake groaned appreciation, possibly slightly louder than before.
Ryan felt the adrenalin coursing through his veins. His cock started to swell, pressing into Jakes butt cheeks. His nostrils flared, shoulders tensed. Was he fixing for a conflict, or was he excited by being watched. His swollen penis suggested the latter.
He allowed his spare hand to roam up Jakes side, and around to his chest.
Jake responded, pushing his buttocks back into Ryan's pelvis, and rotating them to move Ryan's cock into position against his eager entrance.
Ryan continued teasing Jake's chest, settling his fingers on Jake's nipples and squeezing them. He learned forward to whisper in Jake's ear,
"Ready, count to 3 in your head, then we both slip out and catch the bastard"
Silently, the boys left the running showers behind, and crept naked into the changing area.
