So, this happened to me back in high school when I was in my final year. I was in my late teens, quite tall and slim, shaggy dark hair. I knew at that point I was interested in guys, but had buried that fact, deep. I'd had girlfriends and was popular among my small group of friends. But, I guess because of my grunge look, a group of more 'cool' kids regularly took fun in annoying the shit out of me!
So this happened when I was getting ready for Phys Ed one afternoon. We got changed in those huge changing rooms, where a whole class changed together before the room was locked for the session to keep everyone's stuff safe. I was half changed. We lived in the midlands of the UK, so winter Rugby sessions were cold. I wore a navy pair of lycra cycling shorts to keep my legs warm and a tight vest under my school rugby shirt. I was only half changed when it all happened, so I never did have any shorts on.
A group of these guys were getting at me again. Pete, the main guy grabbed me suddenly, pulling me into the adjoining shower room. 2 other guys were already waiting there and before I knew what was going on, they'd poured shampoo in my hair and drenched me in the shower - still fully clothed. I was furious, and for the first time I fought back. As the other boys left, Pete stayed behind giving me abuse for being trampy, etc. The usual stuff. I grabbed him and tackled him, just wanting to get him wet on the floor of the bathroom. I'd always been pretty good at rugby, so he went down hard, but fought back quick. We wrestled for a while on the floor, around the corner in the showers and out of sight of the other boys changing. By the time I pulled away from him, I had a bloody nose and was pretty much soaked from the shampoo and water.
As we walked out, I realised it was empty in the changing rooms. Pete pushed past me, cursing me. When he got to the door he found it was locked from the outside...we could hear everyone filing off down the hall to the sports hall, hurried by the shouting voice of our gym teacher. Pete was furious, banging on the door, but the hallway fell silent. I just watched - out of breath, still half dressed and covered in soapy shampoo. I was just worried about being in this room with Pete for an hour.
As he turned round, I could see his cheek was bruised and he had a cut above his eye. He swore at me a lot, pushed me back, but was clearly not in the mood to keep fighting.
After an awkward 10 minutes, the shampoo was stinging my eyes. I had apologised, wondering if it wasn't actually Pete's fault, but thinking it'd be better. But I couldn't wait any longer.
"I've got to get this shampoo out of my face," I said. I grabbed my stuff and took it into the shower. I was right by the shower room (didn't make that mistake again) and chose a shower head where I could see my stuff but was out of sight of Pete.
I showered in my clothes at first to get the soap out of them, then slowly stripped off, out of my now soaking shorts and vest. I hung them carefully, hoping I could dry them while I toweled off. At that time, I had hardly any hair on my chest and abs. I had to wash my hair for ages to get out the mass of shampoo. There seemed to be so much, it was like I was washing my whole body with it as it ran over me.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Pete by my things. I thought he was looking at me at first, but he passed it off as 'going thru my things'. "You owe me," he said, going through my wallet. He laughed when he came across a condom, throwing it at me in the shower and telling me I was an optimist. I didn't reply.
After a while, though, I thought I caught sight of him again. Looking at me. Then he moved. He wore his full rugby kit, socks and everything. He had big wet patches where he'd hit the wet floor. He came into the shower, moving across the room from me and cursing the cut above his eye.
"You're stronger than I thought," he said, stripping off. Out of instinct, I turned to see him removing his shorts and t-shirt. I didn't want to look at him, and almost took my stuff and retreated. But I decided to stand my ground. He was down to his underwear and vest now - white and tight. His briefs were really brief and had ridden up one cheek of his toned backside.
"Yeah, well I play rugby and other stuff a lot. I knew I could take you down without your mates about."
