With an ultimate effort I returned the ball into the corner of the court. Brian tried to reach it in time, but he never had a change. The ball bounced teasingly close past his racket.
" 6-4, 7-5, " I shouted excitedly.
We had been playing for more then an hour and I knew, I was at the limit of my staying power. I was completely exhausted, it had been a long day at the office and as I looked at my watch, it showed 10.55 pm. I walked towards the net, to shake hands with my best friend Brian.
We had been friends since high school and had been playing tennis together since then. Our matches were always evenly matched and were fiercely contended.
We shook hands and Brian hit me playfully on my shoulder.
"You lucky bastard, that was a once in a lifetime shot," he chuckled. "Well, you get what you deserve," I replied laughingly. We left the hall and walked towards the bar for a cold drink.
It was empty since all the customers had already left and Brian had sent the staff home. He owned the tennis hall and would close up himself, as he did quite often, so we had the place to ourselves. I slumped down in a chair and left it to Brian to get our drinks. He returned with two bottles of Corona.
"Cheers old man, you deserve it. This was one of your best matches and you better enjoy your victory, because the next one won't happen for a long time," he said as he handed me a bottle.
We enjoyed the cold beer and relaxed our exhausted bodies. We were both well in our thirties and not getting the practice we needed to stay in shape. But we still played like we were 10 years younger and paid the price for it, the next day. We talked quietly, drank a second beer and headed for the showers.
In the locker room, Brian started undressing, as I headed for the toilet. I heard the shower running, as I returned. I sat down on a bench and undressed myself, glad to remove my sweaty clothes. I stood up, stretched my weary body, feeling very much alive.
I grabbed a bottle of shower gel and entered the showers. Brian was standing in a cloud of steam, with his back towards me. I went to a shower on the opposite wall and turned on the water. A stream of wonderfully hot water hit my body, giving me a great feeling of well being. I turned around, so my sore back would be massaged by the cascading water.
I noticed Brian had turned around as well, as he was washing his hair with his eyes closed. His hard cock was almost touching his well muscled stomach. My eyes widened and I almost gasped for air. I had never seen a man with a hard on before, certainly not my best friend.
Embarrassedly I turned back, hoping he hadn't seen me staring at him. I started soaping my body, but the image of my best friend standing there with his long hard cock kept popping up in my mind. Suddenly I realised my own cock was starting to swell, that familiar feeling of blood filling it, giving it that marvellous heavy feeling as it starts to rise. I tried to think of something else to stop it from becoming harder, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. In a couple of seconds it had risen to its full seven inches and stood straight from my body, almost touching the wall.
I almost panicked, what would Brian think when he saw my hard on?
I turned myself in such a position, which would hide my by now raging hard cock from Brian's eyes and hoped it would shrink back to its normal size. To speed up the process I turned the water as cold as it would get and pointed it at my swollen dick. As the cold water hit my body I gasped involuntarily, which Brian must have heard.
"Hey dude, what's that?" he asked.
I only turned my head, keeping my by now rock hard cock out of his sight.
