Despite the story taking place in a high school setting all characters in this story are 18 or over.
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I remember that day so vividly; The blazing heat from the sun and wiping the sweat from my forehead, as I ran my hand through my dark brown hair which was usually nice and soft, but was now damp from sweat.
"What the fuck," I thought to myself. It was only late May, and it already felt like the middle of summer in the middle of the Sahara. I wondered if they would open the pools early because of the heat.
I felt the wind of bodies run past me, then I realized Coach had been yelling my name.
"Get your damn head in the game, James!" he yelled. I could almost see him foaming at the mouth from here. I had been daydreaming again... I probably should work on that.
"Coach, I thought we talked about using that kind of language in front of the kids" I jokingly yelled back. Of course most of the guys would be over 18, but it still ticked him off. He huffed and began to make his way towards me. That was my cue to get back in the game. I don't know what he was all wound up about, it was only phys. ed. class, anyway. It's not like I would zone out when I was actually on the field.
"Anymore of your smart-ass mouth, Jameson, and I'll have you running laps till you vomit!" he yelled, but I pretended to be too far to hear him. A few minutes later with no one scoring a goal, I heard him blow the whistle. Most of the class did a sorta zombie walk back to the locker room, accompanied by zombie groans. The guys and I were used to Coach's "Don't stop 'til you drop" attitude and were much better off. We ended up jogging back to the locker room, beating Coach and the others. Even we had to sigh though, as we entered the building and its cool air hit us. Almost immediately all shirts came off, and even a few pairs of shorts, as we made our way down the hallway.
I began stripping off my sweaty clothes and shoving them in my locker. I had to lean up against it to even get it to close. With the amount of stuff I had packed in there, I'm surprised I haven't been featured on Hoarders. I had a weeks worth of shorts, shirts, jocks, and socks, although it hadn't been entirely my fault.
The team manager quit a few weeks ago for some reason. He was the one usually doing the laundry; he seemed to enjoy it, and if he wanted to do it, then fine by me. That just meant my mom wasn't bitching that my room smelled like my own personal locker room.
I managed to finally shut my locker, and then almost immediately remembered I had left my towel inside.
"Damnit!" I muttered. There I was, standing in all my glory and with no towel.
"Hey Croft, do you have an extra towel?" I asked, as he walked by me on his way to the shower.
"Nah man, I only got the one. Ever since that kid left, I've been having to wash my own shit."
"Fuck man. I just crammed my stuff in my locker. If I open it now all my shit is gonna go all over the place. Just let me borrow your towel than, man" I asked trying not to think of how the cold air that felt good a few minutes, wasn't so good when you are stark naked.
"Fuck no. What the hell do I look like? Why would I want your nasty ass ball hair all over my towel!" he shot back. Although he laughed, I didn't find it as humorous.
"Man, fuck you! I'll just take one of Pete's, he isn't here today anyway." I walked over to Pete's locker and began thumbing in the combination. The only reason I knew it was because Pete tended to forget it and said it out loud whenever he put it in. Poor guy. One of the best players we have, but dumber than a sack of hammers.
"Yo, You know Big Pete don't like you touching his shit" Croft said.
"Dude, chill. It's the weekend. I'll use it, toss it in the dryer, and get it back in his locker before next week. He won't even know," I assured him. He gave me a dismissive look and kept on walking to the shower.
I finally got it unlocked and opened it up. Wow. Pete might not have been the brightest guy, be he sure as hell was neat.
There it is. I pulled out the towel that was neatly folded on the top part of the locker. So thats what that is supposed to be used for. As I pulled the towel down I was hit by an avalanche of magazines.
"Jesus, Pete.. What the hell!" I said rubbing my sore head. I bent down, picking up a few of the magazines.
"Woohoo Pete, you been holding out!" It appeared Big Pete had a porn stash hidden in here, although I began to wonder why even bother keeping old magazines at all. But I remembered Pete's parents were kinda strict. I'm sure he would have gotten hell for looking at this kinda stuff. Looks like Big Pete was smarter than he looked. Although bringing this kinda stuff to school was pretty risky. Although It was pretty unlikely me or the other guys would rat him out to Coach.
I bent over, picking up a few of them. I thumbed through them. Big-breasted women, all one and the same. I felt my dick get a little hard looking through, but I soon heard the others enter the locker room, and Coach's voice echo into the room. That all quickly dissipated and I hurriedly scooped the rest of the magazines up and stuffed them back in his locker.
As I was about to throw the last one in, I stopped. This one was different than the others. Instead of having the typical big breasted woman on the front, it had a picture of some dude in a wrestler singlet. I could tell it wasn't a wrestling magazine, though, since it had ads about the articles inside. Most of them were talking about sex. Curious, I opened to a random page.. and it was a spread of a completely naked guy. He was laying on some sort of animal skin rug, his cock flaccid and laying on his lap.
I was transfixed by the image. There were no other pictures on the page, just the guy on the animal skin. The sound of lockers opening and closing snapped me out of my trance. I quickly threw the magazine in the locker. I don't know what had come over me. I didn't know what was weirder; the fact that Pete had a magazine with naked men in it, or that I hadn't thrown it away in disgust when I opened it. I turned and almost ran into Croft. I could tell he had just finished his shower, as his hair was damp and his smelled like fresh soap.
"Jeez Jameson, you must have been really happy to get that towel," he said, laughing. He patted me on the back as he made his way around me.
"What the hell are yo-" I began to say, but as I looking down I saw what he had been talking about. My cock had gone from flaccid to almost completely rigid.
I used Pete's towel to cover up. I didn't even realize I had gotten hard. Had it been from that naked guy magazine? I headed for the shower, realizing now was not the time to have an identity crisis. I made my way to the shower. It hadn't filled up yet. Most of the guys in the class took a while to get undressed. I guess because they were insecure, but when you're on a sports team, your teammates' bodies aren't a big deal since you see them almost as much as you see your own.
I managed to finish my shower in record time I dried off and chucked Pete's towel in the dryer. It was usually used for uniforms but I'm sure the janitors wouldn't mind. I got dressed and bolted out the locker room and down the hall. As I turned the corner. I bowled over some kid. I managed to catch him. I began apologizing almost immediately.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry!" I said, hoping this random guy wasn't too pissed
"It's alri-"
"I'm a total ass. I was just in a hurry!"
"I said it's fi-"
