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“Fag!” the guys on the team called after Jonathan as he went into the shower. One of the requirements to letting him stay on the team - that he showered after them. He survived it. They weren’t that bad, as long as they got to tease him a bit and prove their own manliness they would leave him alone and let him on the team.
With a small sigh, he hung up the towel and stepped into the showers. The room was hot and the windows steamed over already, but he didn’t mind. It was relaxing to shower alone, even if he had to sit sweaty and wait first. The rest of the guys were so loud and rowdy anyway.
He didn’t hear the door in the locker room opening, and when someone else stepped into the shower room he was humming to himself, unaware. Then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and jumped. “Oh!” he exclaimed, looking away quickly. “Sorry, Daniel, didn‘t hear ya. Didn‘t know you stayed behind.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I‘ll go out and let you…”
“Don‘t bother,” Daniel said and Jonathan looked up, a little surprised. “It‘s no biggie. What are you gonna do, rape me?” he chuckled and hung up his own towel.
Jonathan tried a lot to not notice his team mates endowments, but no one on the team had been able to let this go unnoticed. Daniel, the poor bastard, was hung worse then a horse. It was a scarily huge piece of cock hanging between his legs. But what Jonathan had noticed more was how awkward Daniel seemed to be about it, how he hid. He often waited until most of the guys were done in the shower before he went in himself, and preferred showering alone. Sometimes he waited until after Jonathan was done.
“Good work today,” Daniel said softly, and Jonathan felt surprise hit him again. He wasn’t used to anyone at school actually trying to talk to him like this. Not in a one-on-one situation. He had learned to keep his mouth shut, because what if they would ‘catch the gay’ from him? He almost rolled his eyes at the thought, then brought back his focus to Daniel.
“Thanks, you too,” he answered with a grin, chancing a glance over at the other guy. Daniel was tall, thin but athletically so. His hair wasn’t that long, and the edges were shaved off to form a Mohawk in dark brown. His face was square, thin, his eyebrows naturally arched and his lips full and soft-looking. His limbs were long and thin as well, but it was easy to see he spent time in the gym with his biceps and what-nots. His chest was defined, his collarbones and hipbones visible… Okay that was too much thought.
Daniel smiled at him and they both looked away. This felt awkward. A minute or so passed in silence before Daniel cleared his throat again.
Jonathan glanced at him. “Look,” Daniel said, sounding a little awkward. “I know we don‘t talk much and stuff, but you seem like a cool guy so I was wondering if you‘d like to hang out sometime.” He took a deep breath and then laughed. “Wow, that sounded like I was asking you out or something.”
A joke? Jonathan stared wide-eyed at the other guy. He was… Joking. About that. Maybe he had underestimated Daniel. “Don‘t worry,” Daniel corrected hastily with a small chuckle. “I‘m not. Asking you out that is.” Silence again while Jonathan stared at Daniel awkwardly, completely lost for words. Had he ever really noted the green tint to Daniel’s blue eyes? He was very uncertain on that point. Focus! He mentally slapped himself and looked away.
“No worries, man,” Jonathan said with a chuckle. Then he was quiet for a moment while soaping up. “So, you free this afternoon?” Daniel asked, startling Jonathan again. “I, uh, sure,” Jonathan mumbled, looking down. This felt very weird. But it was more surprising then anything else.
“So, what do you do in your free time?” Daniel asked when they stepped out of the shower, towels wrapped around their waists. “What classes do you even take? I just realized that I know like, nothing about you at all.”
Jonathan shrugged and pulled a hand through his short, blond hair and pulled on a sweater. “You know, hang out with my friends, study a bunch, the normal stuff.” He shrugged. “Play any videogames?”
With a small sigh, he hung up the towel and stepped into the showers. The room was hot and the windows steamed over already, but he didn’t mind. It was relaxing to shower alone, even if he had to sit sweaty and wait first. The rest of the guys were so loud and rowdy anyway.
He didn’t hear the door in the locker room opening, and when someone else stepped into the shower room he was humming to himself, unaware. Then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and jumped. “Oh!” he exclaimed, looking away quickly. “Sorry, Daniel, didn‘t hear ya. Didn‘t know you stayed behind.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I‘ll go out and let you…”
“Don‘t bother,” Daniel said and Jonathan looked up, a little surprised. “It‘s no biggie. What are you gonna do, rape me?” he chuckled and hung up his own towel.
Jonathan tried a lot to not notice his team mates endowments, but no one on the team had been able to let this go unnoticed. Daniel, the poor bastard, was hung worse then a horse. It was a scarily huge piece of cock hanging between his legs. But what Jonathan had noticed more was how awkward Daniel seemed to be about it, how he hid. He often waited until most of the guys were done in the shower before he went in himself, and preferred showering alone. Sometimes he waited until after Jonathan was done.
“Good work today,” Daniel said softly, and Jonathan felt surprise hit him again. He wasn’t used to anyone at school actually trying to talk to him like this. Not in a one-on-one situation. He had learned to keep his mouth shut, because what if they would ‘catch the gay’ from him? He almost rolled his eyes at the thought, then brought back his focus to Daniel.
“Thanks, you too,” he answered with a grin, chancing a glance over at the other guy. Daniel was tall, thin but athletically so. His hair wasn’t that long, and the edges were shaved off to form a Mohawk in dark brown. His face was square, thin, his eyebrows naturally arched and his lips full and soft-looking. His limbs were long and thin as well, but it was easy to see he spent time in the gym with his biceps and what-nots. His chest was defined, his collarbones and hipbones visible… Okay that was too much thought.
Daniel smiled at him and they both looked away. This felt awkward. A minute or so passed in silence before Daniel cleared his throat again.
Jonathan glanced at him. “Look,” Daniel said, sounding a little awkward. “I know we don‘t talk much and stuff, but you seem like a cool guy so I was wondering if you‘d like to hang out sometime.” He took a deep breath and then laughed. “Wow, that sounded like I was asking you out or something.”
A joke? Jonathan stared wide-eyed at the other guy. He was… Joking. About that. Maybe he had underestimated Daniel. “Don‘t worry,” Daniel corrected hastily with a small chuckle. “I‘m not. Asking you out that is.” Silence again while Jonathan stared at Daniel awkwardly, completely lost for words. Had he ever really noted the green tint to Daniel’s blue eyes? He was very uncertain on that point. Focus! He mentally slapped himself and looked away.
“No worries, man,” Jonathan said with a chuckle. Then he was quiet for a moment while soaping up. “So, you free this afternoon?” Daniel asked, startling Jonathan again. “I, uh, sure,” Jonathan mumbled, looking down. This felt very weird. But it was more surprising then anything else.
“So, what do you do in your free time?” Daniel asked when they stepped out of the shower, towels wrapped around their waists. “What classes do you even take? I just realized that I know like, nothing about you at all.”
Jonathan shrugged and pulled a hand through his short, blond hair and pulled on a sweater. “You know, hang out with my friends, study a bunch, the normal stuff.” He shrugged. “Play any videogames?”
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Postat av: Zoftis
Manly Men hanging togethah! Av detta lilla barvur i manligt prat så får jag two and half men låten i mitt huvud. XD
Det är en sådan söt liten historia med lite awkvard och smyggay.
Jag undrar om att om man har en sådan stort instrument så måste man ha ganska lösa byxor eller hur?
...mentala bilder av tighta byxor Huh. :3
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