"Heeeeeee shots and scores!" blared throughout the old arena. The fans rose to their feet, excited that their rookie superstar score early in the first period. He was fun to watch, and easy to like. Besides being good looking and a star at the age of 18, he was mature enough to handle the fame.
The game ended, the home team had won, and now Austin headed to the showers with the rest of the team. As usual, he talked to reporters after he showered and was one of the last players to leave.
"Austin, what does the team need to improve on?"
"Austin, just one question..."
"Austin, how's it feel to have all the spotlight?"
Austin pushed past the crowd to his car. He loved the fame and fortune, but it did have its drawbacks.
***
Brendan made his way through the locker room. One by one, he threw the towels lying around in his bag. Brendan had been on the clean-up crew for almost six months now and he enjoyed it. At 18, it was every guy's dream to work for a professional sports team. Since Brendan was 14 he had feelings towards guys, but he took his work seriously and made sure not to cross any lines. Well, until recently. He just couldn't get the star rookie, Austin, out of his mind. Austin always was one of the last players in the locker room, sometimes he stayed late enough that Brendan was already cleaning up. He couldn't help but take a peek if Austin was in the shower or changing in front of his locker.
Brendan was a good looking kid, built like a football player. He was 5'8 with a thick body, and cute boy-band type face. One thing unique about Austin, was even though he was new to the team, he was already emerging as a leader. That was a huge turn-on for Brendan. He wanted Austin to be in charge of him.
Austin was a hunk...rippling muscles, hairless chest, shaved butt, bright smile, the whole nine yards. Brendan had never but much thought into his feelings towards men, but when he thought about Austin, he knew he wanted to be his bitch.
***
The game ended and Austin headed to the locker room with a smile. It didn't get any better than this. The reporters questioned Austin for longer than usual, focusing on his shootout goal which won them the game. Inevitably, the players trickled out of the locker room, the press left, and Austin was left sitting on the bench, exhausted. Slowly, Austin got up and headed to the showers.
Austin stepped under the stream of water and gently moaned as the warm water ran down his sore, naked body. He flexed his muscles as he worked the soap over his toned biceps and tight chest.
Austin looked around the empty shower stall. The large room had an opening on each side leading into the main locker room. Austin always showered along the front wall, so he couldn't see into the locker room from where he was standing. Along one of the side walls, was a standard towel closet. One of the ones with slits in the door, which worked well to keep the towels warm from the stream from the showers.
Austin turned off the shower and left the room. He swiftly walked across the locker room in the buff and grabbed his towel out of his locker. Within a few minutes he was dressed and gone.
***
Brendan quietly climbed out of his hiding place in the towel closet. He knew he would be fired in a second if he was ever caught. But he couldn't help himself; he couldn't resist watching Austin's hard body. A few weeks back, Brendan had noticed that Austin stopped using the towels in the towel closet, and that had given him his inspiration. And what a great idea it was. Inside the closet, Brendan had a perfect view of Austin and his chiseled body. Brendan loved watching the water run down Austin's chest, stomach, and down his long cock.
Brendan had even had a close call. Once, while Austin was taking his shower, Brendan had accidentally smacked his head off of one of the shelves in the closet. He remembered panicking, and watching Austin turn towards the sound. Luckily, Austin must not have thought anything of it because he had gone right back to showering; as Brendan let out a sigh of relief.
***
