Stiles was walking down the hallway of Beacon Hills High School, heading to his last class of the day, Chemistry. As he briskly strolled to his class, he couldn't help but think about what happened yesterday after practice.
"Stillinski, what the hell was that? Do you think that you can just make a fool out of me?" Coach yelled.
"No, sir. I'm sorry but everything is—"
"I don't care about your excuse, you make me regret putting you on the first string. You are pathetic, Greenberg could do a better job than you!"
"Wait, coach really?" Greenberg chimed in, oddly happy about this convoluted statement.
"Shut up Greenberg, ya still suck."
"Coach, I promise, I will make things better, you know that I am dedicated and you know that I will work hard" Stiles begged.
"You better not make me regret this, which I already am. Talk to somebody, I don't want anything getting in the way of going to the state championships this year."
He walked away, leaving Stiles to think about everything in his life. His dad was slipping into this depression like phase over his mother, who died when stiles was young. Everything was in a tailspin, Stiles was unable to talk to anyone about what was going on because talking to his dad was only going to make things worse for him. Scott was the only person who Stiles trusted, but not even this was going to be discussed.
Stiles stood up in front of his locker and opened it, looking at the picture of him and Scott back when they were freshmen in high school. Now seniors, they were applying to schools and Scott was busy with Allison all of the time, he felt as if he was losing his brother. He let out a sigh and began to take his sweaty shirt off, revealing a well-muscled body with abs that were clearly visible. His body glistened in the light due to the amount of sweat that gathered everywhere. He then looked around, no one there, everyone was gone, he had the place to himself. He grabbed his shorts by the waist and dropped them to the floor, leaving him in just his jock strap which made his ass perfectly round, a slight bulge was beginning to form. He felt this liberating feeling, being exposed and vulnerable and he liked it. He loved the thought about being caught by anyone, even if it was a guy.
Stiles was normally insecure, but after the summer, he came back buff and muscled almost comparing to Scott. He stripped off the jock strap, leaving his junk hanging out and he walked to the showers where he turned the faucet on, the water spitting out steaming hot water that filled the entire locker room with steam. He felt this overwhelming feeling of sexual tension. He hasn't had sex ever, and this hot steam and being naked made his crave the forbidden fruit that is sex.
He set his towel by his locker, guaranteeing that he would have to be completely naked while walking to the get the only cover up possible after a nice long shower. He stepped in and let the rush of hot water fall over his sweaty and dirt covered body. He let out a soft moan as he began to let his hands wonder over his body. He felt his biceps and pecs, then his hands wondering over his abs then finally reach down and feeling his cock that was growing with each stroke. He finally decided that he was going to rub one off in the locker room, something that he dreamed about. He sat down and began to rub and stroke his penis, moaning as he feels a tingling sensation over his body. This was the hottest moment in Stiles' life so far, and he was enjoying every moment.
He was close to climaxing and feeling the pure ecstasy that came along with this sexual release, he was in heaven.
"Stile…?" Scott said as he was standing in the shower entrance.
"Scott…what are you doing? Why are you here? Sh—" Stiles said as he was clearly gripping his throbbing cock as his best friend in the world was witnessing him with his cock out and masturbating in the sacred masculine territory that was the locker room. Stiles felt this rush of embarrassment as he was trying to find his towel to cover up…which was next to his locker, which he would have to pass Scott to get. This was the worst possible thing to happen, and the most revealing thing in their friendship.