"You missed again," Coach Bolton yelled, "Danforth, hit the showers"
Chad had a look of dissapointment on his face. It's been nine weeks since he's made a shot, and he was getting tired of it. He figured that he'd lost his game over the past four years on the team. Watching Troy, Zeke, and others made him feel like he wasn't needed anymore. They were better players than he was and he felt he had to face it. So, he sat back and went with the flow during every practice and game; just running around the court.
He walked into the locker room, surrounded by half naked basketball players in white towels, roaming in the small place. He walked through the small hall until he was interrupted by the man in charge, Coach Bolton. "Chad, I need to see you in my office after school," he said. Crazy thoughts ran through Chad's mind. One that ran through a lot was, am I going to be booted off the team?
More and more questions soared his mind as he walked to locker 285. When he got there, he he unpacked his gym bag of his towel and school clothes. Coach Bolton hated when the players walked around the school in their own stinch so he made them pack an extra outfit. He stuffed his already worn basketball gear inside the Nike bag, slowly putting it away, thinking about how it's slowly fading away from him in the real world.
After putting his things up, he wrapped his towel around him and headed for the showers. When he arrived, he witnessed all of the other players in their birthday suits, he couldn't help but take a peek at one of the guys now and then. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't want to stare at the nude boy's; and he'd especially be lying if he said if he wouldn't want to stare at Troy. Troy was obviously the most fit guy in the room with a pretty impressive package, eight inches to be exact. Troy had always been a tease, rubbing the Dove soap all over his tanned body and washboard abs. Troy was most likely the sexiest guy Chad had ever met, but he could never know.
He stepped up to a showerhead, adjusting it to him, turning on the steamy hot water. East High must've payed their bills today because that's the only time when they have nice, hot water. It was the best feeling in the world on Chad's caramel skim, nothing could beat it. He then picked up the Dial soap his mother bought him the week before and smeared it all over his body. Going up from his hairy chest to his rock hard abs to his seven inch cock to his long, soft legs. Then to the back from where he could reach, mid-section of his back to his fit, bubble ass. He glanced at Troy again, feeling hisself getting hard as he watched him touch hisself. An oh shit came to his mind when he saw his member getting more and more stiff.
He tried to hide it but it had grown to the maximum length to where he couldn't cover it up. He tried to wash up as soon as possible to get out of the squared room. Rushing, he accidently splashed some soap into his brown eyes. "Ow!" he cried, trying to rub his eyes out. The soap caused excruciating pain. But soon afterwards, he quickly paced out the shower room and went to his locker. Look at what this has cost me, his mind raced.
Being attracted to men has cost him to lose focus of everything. He thought that maybe it was just a phase, that it would go away pretty soon, but it hadn't. It'd been three years now that he'd had this 'phase' to constantly be attracted to guys. He'd put on his fresh pair of red, plaid boxers, a white tank top, a pair of faded jeans, and a blue polo shirt along with a pair of white converses. Now that he'd gotten clean, he quickly walked out of the room with his head down, trying to reject the brief nudity of his fellow teammates.
He asked hisself on his way out, "Why can't I be normal?"