School came early, and Andrew, as he pushed his way through the doors, wasn't ready to have Gym class with Luke and Zack, especially not Zack, but he would endure. He opened his locker, his head on a swivel, hoping to see Luke, dropping the books he wouldn't need neatly in a little pile and closing his locker, checking for the millionth time that he had his P.T. gear, filtering through the crowd for the locker room, hating that he had Gym first period, for it was cold and he wasn't in the mood to be in shorts, in the locker room, between Luke and Zack.

The long hallway stretched between him and the locker room, that shrine of lust he had witnessed last night, and his blood rushed as he smelled the sweat, remembering vividly the reason he had laid awake all night, masturbating over and over while thinking of Luke, surrounded by boys-

The locker room door opened and Andrew saw the bench where Luke had been fucked, his blush returning fast, opening the door for himself when he reached it and creeping in, the bench his only focus, and he leaned against the wall, the sights and sounds of twenty boys aggressively throwing Luke around vivid in his mind, and he was hard all of a sudden, moaning low in his throat, wanting to see it happen again, wishing he hadn't left so soon.

He looked for cum, but it had been wiped down. But it had been spilt there, drunk in a rush by Luke, forced into his holes, covering his skin, making him glisten with it, making him like an idol, a public slut to defile. Andrew knew that Luke would be here soon, would return to the place he had been used, and he probably wouldn't even be phased. Luke probably didn't even care that so many boys had been between his thi-

"Andrew," Luke's voice called him from outer space and back to his body, "you alright man? You've been staring at that bench for like, five minutes, what's up?"

Andrew grumbled something and dropped his bag, feeling awkward to be caught by Luke here. He gathered his things and hugged his friend, allowing himself to be pulled to a locker.

"I have my stuff in here, so, let's share!"

Luke undressed in half a second, forcing Andrew to moan out loud, parading his beautiful nude form so openly, and just like that, Zack was there, looking Luke up and down and winking at Andrew, as he had last night.

Andrew moaned, looking for a long moment at Luke's nude body before he fell against the locker, wanting to dissolve into it, feeling awkward as he stripped his shirt off, letting his pants fall down, glancing up to see Zack's greedy eyes on him, and his blush made his face burn. He reached for his shorts, aware that Luke was talking in an animated voice about something, but Andrew just wanted to be into his shorts and on the field outside so no one saw that he was hard. He felt bad enough being about five feet away from the spot that Luke had been savaged last night.

It of course didn't help that Luke was still nude, talking to a boy about some game or another, it sounded like they would be playing soccer later, but, there was shame in Andrew's eyes as he glanced at Luke's cock, wanting to see it hard again, to see him full of one of the other boys, maybe Zack, who-

Zack was staring into his eyes, the moment he glanced up, and he looked down in shame, more shame, wanting to be away so bad, but Zack was walking forward, surely about to talk to him, his cock was so big, catching Andrew's eye again as he pushed past Luke, making sure Luke felt his cock, but, Andrew sighed as Zack said nothing, simply chuckling as he headed for the shower.

Andrew sighed, about to put his shirt on, but Luke said, "No mister, we need to shower! Come on, Teacher makes sure we all are clean before and after class."

He groaned, not wanting to be seen hard, and he had no clue how to say that he was, especially with Luke staring at him like that, his skin glistening and perfect, his eyes naughty, pouty lips kinked in a smile.

Ugh. It would be a long day.

He leaned in, whispering, "B-but I'm, uh, h-hard!"

Luke's face cleared, and he chuckled. "You're a growing boy, come on! Shower, you're no different than the rest of us!"

He wanted so bad to ask Luke to undress him, but he moaned, taking his shorts down and wrapping up in a towel, glad he had brought one, pushing his things in their locker and walking quickly to the back of the showers, past lines of nude, rowdy, singing jeering boys.

And somehow, he had chosen bad, for there was Zack, right next to him, leaning on the wall, grinning at him. Luke shot Zack a stare and took Andrew's hand, turning the shower on and saying, "Shower, come on, nothing to be afraid of."

But there was! So many sources of guilt and fear in here, at least four of the boys that had been in Luke were within ear shot, including Zack, who wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was glaring at Luke's thighs and ass. Luke stood between Zack and Andrew, holding his hand out for the towel, pulling it away and smiling into Andrew's eyes.

"Nothing to be afraid of."

Zack was grinning, staring into Andrew's eyes, making it obvious that he wanted to tell Luke that he knew Andrew had seen, but he was enjoying the look on Andrew's face, the way he squirmed as he was led under the water with Luke, his wet body feeling like heaven, wondering if this it was like to have sex with him.

Andrew stepped back, not wanting to know, needing to feel pure, and reached hurriedly for the soap, as if that had been his goal the entire time, aware of the angel behind him constantly. He could hear Zack making a joke to one of the other boys, something about the school's Trophy win last night.

He glanced quickly at Luke, maybe too quickly, spotting a flustered and quickly guilty look as their eyes locked. Luke opened his mouth to speak but Andrew, his voice shrill, pushed the soap into Luke's hand and said, "L-Looking for this?!"

Luke nodded, pouring soap on his hands and lathering up, aware that Zack was still glaring at him, and there was another snide joke, something about the Team scoring big last night.

Andrew moaned, glancing at Zack, wishing he would stop, when he was asked directly, "How'd you think when you saw the team score, huh Andrew?"

Luke's head snapped up to look at him, his eyes focused and intense, and he glared at Zack for a moment, his eyes panicked, but Andrew could only whimper, "I-I dunno."

Zack chuckled, his eyes devouring Luke's wet body. "You were focused on him, is that why you didn't see?"

Luke piped up, saying, his voice haughty, "Andrew and I were kissing during the game, you saw that, Zack."

Zack was grinning big, his cock unashamedly hard, and he said, "During the game? Just then?"

Andrew whimpered, "I-I was with your brother, Zack! A-ask him!"

Zack's eyes were fierce. "Yeah, you and the science nerds."

"I-I'm in AP Calculus!"

Zack shrugged, pushing Luke out of the way and shouting, "Whatever," over his shoulder, his demeanor presenting an image of someone Andrew suspected wasn't really Zack, just an image he put on for the boys around him, to look strong, or dumb. He knew, by the look on Luke's face, that Zack was trying and succeeding in getting under Luke's skin, to make him worry, and question whether Andrew knew.

Luke washed off and was silent for a few minutes, his face holding worry, a light smile crossing his face when Andrew glanced at him, and soon they stood on the field, in short shorts, surrounded by boys on all sides, and there was Zack, giving them eyes, making Andrew feel uncomfortable to be here. Some of the boys were staring at Luke, joking and as they looked at Andrew beside him, and Andrew heard the word, "Queers," at least once. He wanted to leave, to be away from these animals, but Luke was here, and he would be okay in the end.

Hopefully.

But Zack didn't need to stare at his legs like that. He didn't need to make obvious attempts to stand too close to Luke, a stray hand once touching his butt as they were tossing a volley ball around. Zack was making it obvious that he felt some claim to one or both of them, or he lived to make smaller, weaker boys squirm.

One of the two.

All that Andrew knew was was that Luke was cute and he was available to kiss whenever, so no complaints there, even after Zack touched Luke's ass playfully. But Luke wasn't kind, slapping Zack's hand and pointing rather aggressively at him. Zack said something Andrew didn't catch, but Luke retorted with, "Four o'clock, buddy, you know where I live, now stop!"

H-had Luke just offered his ass up? Just like that? Andrew almost tripped as he considered this, feeling awkward as he watched Zack grinning big, actually keeping his distance now, like he had won, and Luke just looked flustered again, obviously not in control of his emotions or desire.

Andrew remembered when Luke was in Zack's lap, riding his cock hard, grinding against him, and he did trip this time, sprawling and looking up at Luke, unable to shake that image from his head, remembering the crowd shouting, imagining that passion.

Luke held a hand out, asking, "Woah, what's wrong dude?"

Andrew shook his head, standing with Luke's help and getting back to running, having no idea what to think of his boyfriend. On one hand, Luke was loved very much, and the other, Andrew almost feared his raw sexual drive.

Gym ended forty five minutes later, and the boys showered. Classes went by, and lunch came, but Andrew still felt that buzz. Barely 24 hours had passed and he had learned so much of himself and the world around him, lost his first kiss to the school slut, who was also the sweetest boy Andrew had ever met. It was all so strange.

During lunch, sandwiched between Luke and Cody and grinning from ear to ear, he was asked by Zack to come away from the group, and obeyed at the quiet look in Zack's eye.

"I know you saw what Luke said this morning. He wants me inside him after school, and I know, deep down, you're begging to see it. He lives close by. How about you get permission to come with me, to his house, don't say a word to him, and you can hang out with us."

Andrew opened his mouth to speak, but Zack touched his lips with a single finger.

"No questions. You call, and meet me after final period under the flag pole. Blow him off if you have too."

Zack left, leaving a million burning questions in Andrew's mind, but there was no way he would miss the show, if there was a show to see...