Chapter 5
David
I run across the court, two more steps, then I turn around catching the ball Louis passes to me from our half. Three more steps. Left, right, left, jump. My arm pulls back, and the ball leaves my palm at top speed as I fly toward the goal.
My palms slap into his and for a very brief moment we both grab hold. So fleeting that no spectator or teammate should ever notice.
We win big time. No one expected anything else, not even our opponents. Since Louis joined us, we’ve been undefeated. I look around for him and find him with a bottle at his mouth by the coach’s bench.
“Great game!” With these words, I give him a hearty pat on the shoulder—and Louis tips over.
Oh shit, liquid shoots out of his mouth and nose like a fountain, and I catch his hip, pulling him toward me, before he kisses the floor.
Kissing me would be … holy fuck, stop. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to. ”
Louis’s back is pressing against my chest, and he is so close that his sweat-drenched curls tickle my neck.
It should be disgusting, but it isn’t. In fact, I feel the urge to wrap my arms around him and kiss that little spot behind his ear.
Louis takes a deep breath; his chest rises and his back presses back against my chest. Just for a moment, but it’s enough to make my cock hard.
Then he shakes off my arms and turns around. “Good game.” And without looking back he runs ahead of me to the locker rooms.
Oh, shit. Only now do I realize the magnitude of my problem. Showers. I have to shower which is extremely uncool to do with a boner in my pants and my teammates naked around me.
My plan A, to sit it out and wait until my cock calms down again, fails the moment Louis strides past me toward the showers, buck naked. How can someone so small have such a big dick? How? Mine is only slightly bigger – when I’m hard.
Yes, I’ve had the opportunity to see him naked before, but I deliberately didn’t look. That’s what you do when you shower with your teammates. But I couldn’t help it this time, and now I have this image in my head, and my gaze is magnetically drawn to it.
Fuck! I can’t stare at a teammate in the shower, damn it.
I’ll wait. That’s the new plan. I’ll wait until Louis is done, then I’ll take my shower.
Until then, I’ll think about women with big boobs.
They do nothing for me. After two minutes, I give up and take out my phone, because my imagination refuses to cooperate.
Some porn pics should do the job to replace the image of Louis’s cock, which seems to be burned into my retina.
Maybe it would’ve worked if I hadn’t lost interest at some point and stared at the opposite bench instead. Louis’s bench. How horny do you have to be to get hard at the sight of a piece of furniture?
And as if my situation wasn’t bad enough, Louis comes around the corner and dries himself off right in front of me.
His towel glides over his muscular shoulders, rubbing along his powerful thighs.
With a quick movement, he reaches into his crotch and dries himself off there too.
Phew, what I would give for that to be my hand. What would I do?
Oh God, I have no idea, probably nothing, because I’m a coward. I might touch him briefly, maybe even ...? Ah, no, probably not. But of course, just the thought does nothing to fix my situation.
Quite the opposite, in fact. Negative territory. Although negative territory would go down, right? And down is actually what I want, isn’t it?
My thoughts go wild all over the place as I watch Louis change as inconspicuously as possible.
Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it. I know it myself, it’s not okay, I’m not proud of myself. And I give up. I pull on my hoodie and my sweatpants, throw my bag over my shoulder, and head outside.
“Hey, aren’t you coming upstairs?” Louis asks. Yeah, we usually sit together after the games and order pizza, but nope, I don’t think that’s possible for me today. Not without making a complete fool of myself.
“Next time, I kind of have a headache.” I sound like my mother, and I roll my eyes at myself.
Warm water runs down my back as I scrub down myself thoroughly. I’m still hard. My cock looks up at me, almost angry red, begging for the attention it thinks it deserves.
I’m alone. It’s not a big deal if I jerk off, right? No one has to know, no one ever has to know how hard Louis makes me.
His image is back immediately and everything inside me tenses up, absolutely everything. I jerk off fast and rough as I let my imagination finally run wild and I come hard. My legs give way, and I sink down against the tile wall.
Shit, I’m so fucked.