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Steve
Spying on his basketball coach while he was in the locker room shower probably wasn’t the best idea. Actually, scratch that, it was a downright terrible idea. But Steve was horny.
As a freshman, he knew better than to do this. If the guys on the college team had any idea that he was into guys, his life would be over. And not just guys…but a teacher!
Forget about staying on the team if anyone found out. If his friends knew he’d faked being straight this whole time, they would disown him right there and then. And that wasn’t even the worst part.
The worst part was what would happen if his dad found out. Steve shook where he stood as he thought on this. He knew he’d pay the consequences. Hot steam filled the locker room, making Steve sweat and pant as he thought about the bruises he still had from the last time his father had beat him up.
Growing up, Steve had managed to hide his bruises and broken bones from both friends and teachers. No one knew, except for his best friend Dennis, of course; he couldn’t lie to him. To everyone else, Steve simply said he got them from playing streetball. It was an easy lie to swallow. It almost felt like people would rather think that than know the truth.
As Steve inched shirtless past the rows of metal lockers, closer to the shower, using the thick blanket of steam to hide himself, he tried to take a better look. Again, he reminded himself that he shouldn’t be doing this, only to remember that right now he had no other place to go—just the trailer with his drunk dad and his little brother.
If he could get his act together, make some extra cash somehow, then maybe he could move himself and his brother out of their neighborhood and into something else. That was all he wanted; a way to help his brother have a better life than he had had.
Still hiding behind the lockers, Steve pulled up his black basketball jersey shorts and sighed. Thank God he’d gotten a sports scholarship, but even that barely covered his expenses.
Basketball, football, track—he was good at it all. Sports were his passion and he worked hard at them. But even as he did, he found that something was missing. That was someone to share his passion with. He knew people who had girlfriends that came and cheered for them when they competed, and although girls weren’t his bag, he found himself constantly getting jealous.
But then again, maybe now wasn’t the time for a partner, regardless of how much he wanted one. Steve didn’t think he was bright enough for anything academic, and he knew that if he weren’t such an amazing athlete, he’d never have had this shot at a better life. Maybe it was better to stay single so he could concentrate…regardless of how hard that was. He had to make this work. Steve couldn’t even count the days he’d had to go hungry so his brother would have something to eat.
The sound of the shower beads bouncing off the grey tile floor echoed throughout the locker room, bringing his thoughts back to the present. Steve suddenly remembered where he was as his heart beat faster.
He’d only take a quick look, he decided. He needed something else to think of besides his problems.
His problems. God, they were insurmountable. He’d need more than a small distraction if he was to stop thinking about them. For now, Steve was stuck where he was. Thank God for his team. Not only to escape his problems, but to provide a way out, a future.
If he could become a professional ball player, whether it be basketball, football—anything—then he could make his and his brother’s lives better.
Fuck, he needed to jack off. Nothing released stress more than palming his thick cock, and considering the view, he’d never have a better time. He probably shouldn’t have done it in the locker room. If he got caught, he couldn’t even imagine what the consequences would be. But all the guys were gone, and the thick steam covered up just about everything in sight…well, almost everything.
He bit his lip as he inched closer to the shower, past the pile of dirty towels, only a few feet from the view. It was beyond dangerous, but Steve was past the point of thinking clearly.
His new coach had been on his mind for a long time, no matter how much he’d fought it. He was such a hot older man, too. Probably in his early 40s with salt-and-pepper hair, a greying beard, and a thick mustache. The way he walked and talked radiated a macho energy that intimidated and excited Steve at the same time. He’d never met anyone like him before.
No matter how much he’d tried to push the thought of being with him out of his mind, Coach James kept creeping back in. Those dark eyebrows that framed his menacing eyes, giving him the appearance of being able to read your thoughts and your soul, were impossible to look away from.
It was because he was afraid of what he would do if faced with this perfect specimen that Steve kept away from Coach James…until now. Now, alone in the locker room, he peeked around the corner, watching the silhouette of the well-built man soaping up.
Even in the shadows, he could see the older man’s huge biceps and triceps, his taut chest, thick, muscular thighs, and his mammoth cock swinging about.
Steve shouldn’t have done this. It was wrong. The last thing this student needed was to get caught by the coach and kicked off the team. The Forrest Hill Beavers were everything to Steve, and the closest thing to a family that he’d ever had. And on top of that, they were his only way out of a life that he hated, one that he knew he was better than.
And yet, as Steve’s cock swelled in his pants, trying to burst from their containment as he watched his coach, his hand instinctually slid from its place by his side and wrapped around it. He wanted to comfort it, to show it who was boss…something he did far too often.
Despite how well-liked he was by his teammates, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly lonely, too. There was no one to really talk to, no one he could be himself with. He had to put on a macho front 24/7, faking being into girls and one-night stands, when in his heart of hearts, what he really wanted was one special guy to settle down with.
He may have looked like a tough guy, but he was really a true romantic. He wanted someone he could be himself with, someone he could dream with, who’d have his back. Someone to watch him compete and encourage him when he failed. He wanted the missing piece to make himself whole.
He sighed again, knowing that it was impossible; he’d never have that. If he was lucky, he’d find some girl he could tolerate. As much as he hated himself for it, the last thing he wanted was to be pinpointed as a homo. That alone would ruin his career. Better to live a life he could tolerate in secret than one he hated out in the open.
As if he only just realized what he was doing, Steve quickly took his hand off his raging hard-on. Hot as the older man looked soaping up in the shower, he had to get out of here before he busted a nut and it was too late. Imagine if he were caught in the middle of jerking off? He’d never live it down.
Panicked at the thought, he spun around, accidently knocking over a dirty towel cart that he hadn’t even known was there.
Clang! The noise rang out through the empty room like a trumpet announcement.
Fuck.
Steve pressed his back flat against the wall, catching his breath as he listened for a reaction to the sound. Had he been caught?
Thinking fast, he realized that he had to go around the back way. Maybe then he could get out without anyone seeing him.
Opening his navy-blue locker carefully, he grabbed his bag, throwing it on his back as he made for the exit. His heart pounded as he did, and he held his breath the whole way as if the very act of breathing might alert the coach to his presence. He didn’t even have time to put his shirt on.
He was only inches from the door when a booming voice echoed through the locker room like a clap of thunder. “You like watching other dudes?”
Steve froze.