Ch. 2
A thick cloud of steam greeted Sam when he entered the locker room. He wanted to find Glen and ask him if he was all right after his fall, but the steam made seeing anything nearly impossible. After a few moments of squinting through the steam, he saw the outline of Glen's body and walked up behind him. As he got closer he could see that Glen was wearing a towel and nothing more. There was a large mirror, surprisingly clear, in front of the bench that Glen was sitting on. Sam stared at Glen's reflection in the mirror, gazing at his smooth chest.
Glen was thinking about his jump, and also about Lance. He was happy that the coach had decided to bust Lance a bit; it seemed like strange things seemed to happen whenever he was around. And he certainly was tired of Lance's constant harassment. It seemed like the only word he heard from Lance was "faggot". That had started a year ago when Lance first arrived at Bayville. Glen had thought that Lance was kinda hot then, but had since learned to stay away from him. He had made the mistake of saying hello to Lance on his first day, and still remembered the first words that Lance had said to him when asked about how he was liking Bayville, "Do I LOOK like I want to be here, you little faggot?" Needless to say, their relationship had been pretty hostile since that day.
It had been Lance's calling him a faggot that had surprised him the most. He was gay, but he didn't really show it. He wasn't really effeminate or anything like that, just slightly flashy. Perhaps it was because he was almost always smiling.
As he was thinking, his eyes wandered up to the mirror. He noticed a boy standing behind him, looking at his reflection in the mirror, his mouth slightly open. "Who's he?" Glen thought. "Maybe he's new,"
Sam saw Glen's reflection look up at him. "Oh no," he thought, "he saw me looking at him!" He quickly averted his eyes, but held his position behind Glen.
Glen saw the boy look away sheepishly and continued to eye his reflection. "He looks cute!" He thought to himself. A few seconds later, he saw the boy look back at him again. This time, their gazes held. "Wow, he's checking me out! Hmm. Why not have a little fun?" He stood up, still facing the mirror, and let his towel drop just slightly below his waist, exposing the curve of his butt slightly.
Sam continued to stare, and when Glen let his towel down, Sam's eyes lit up. He stared, enraptured, totally forgetting about the mirror. He was so enthralled that he didn't notice Glen turn around.
"Hi there," Glen said.
Sam looked up and felt his cheeks go red. "Um, hi," he managed to get out, slowly walking backward.
"Hey, you can relax. I don't mind people looking at me." Glen said, a slight grin on his face.
Sam stopped walking backwards. "You don't?" I thought that, um, I mean,"
Glen realized what he was asking. "That since I'm gay I wouldn't want people staring at me. Like I said, I don't mind at all. Besides, at least somebody finds me attractive"
Sam blushed and looked down. "Oh no," he thought, "he knows!" "Um, I think I need to go,"
Glen immediately put 2 and 2 together. He reached out and put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Hey, wait a minute. If you do think I'm attractive, it's no problem. It's certainly nothing to be ashamed about!"
Sam looked back at him, awkwardly. After a hesitation, he said softly, "It's just that I've never told anybody before. Not even my parents. And I don't think I could deal with people knowing," "I see," Glen replied. "Look, do you have lunch next?" "Yeah," said Sam. "Well, why don't we eat together and we can talk some more," "Ok," said Sam, a bit more relieved than he had been when he first started talking to Glen. "I'll meet you outside in a few minutes and we can walk up together," With that, he turned back to the shower and again let the towel drop. This time, it didn't stop until it hit the floor. Glen caught one quick glance in the mirror of Sam's face as his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree again before the steam made vision impossible.
A thick cloud of steam greeted Sam when he entered the locker room. He wanted to find Glen and ask him if he was all right after his fall, but the steam made seeing anything nearly impossible. After a few moments of squinting through the steam, he saw the outline of Glen's body and walked up behind him. As he got closer he could see that Glen was wearing a towel and nothing more. There was a large mirror, surprisingly clear, in front of the bench that Glen was sitting on. Sam stared at Glen's reflection in the mirror, gazing at his smooth chest.
Glen was thinking about his jump, and also about Lance. He was happy that the coach had decided to bust Lance a bit; it seemed like strange things seemed to happen whenever he was around. And he certainly was tired of Lance's constant harassment. It seemed like the only word he heard from Lance was "faggot". That had started a year ago when Lance first arrived at Bayville. Glen had thought that Lance was kinda hot then, but had since learned to stay away from him. He had made the mistake of saying hello to Lance on his first day, and still remembered the first words that Lance had said to him when asked about how he was liking Bayville, "Do I LOOK like I want to be here, you little faggot?" Needless to say, their relationship had been pretty hostile since that day.
It had been Lance's calling him a faggot that had surprised him the most. He was gay, but he didn't really show it. He wasn't really effeminate or anything like that, just slightly flashy. Perhaps it was because he was almost always smiling.
As he was thinking, his eyes wandered up to the mirror. He noticed a boy standing behind him, looking at his reflection in the mirror, his mouth slightly open. "Who's he?" Glen thought. "Maybe he's new,"
Sam saw Glen's reflection look up at him. "Oh no," he thought, "he saw me looking at him!" He quickly averted his eyes, but held his position behind Glen.
Glen saw the boy look away sheepishly and continued to eye his reflection. "He looks cute!" He thought to himself. A few seconds later, he saw the boy look back at him again. This time, their gazes held. "Wow, he's checking me out! Hmm. Why not have a little fun?" He stood up, still facing the mirror, and let his towel drop just slightly below his waist, exposing the curve of his butt slightly.
Sam continued to stare, and when Glen let his towel down, Sam's eyes lit up. He stared, enraptured, totally forgetting about the mirror. He was so enthralled that he didn't notice Glen turn around.
"Hi there," Glen said.
Sam looked up and felt his cheeks go red. "Um, hi," he managed to get out, slowly walking backward.
"Hey, you can relax. I don't mind people looking at me." Glen said, a slight grin on his face.
Sam stopped walking backwards. "You don't?" I thought that, um, I mean,"
Glen realized what he was asking. "That since I'm gay I wouldn't want people staring at me. Like I said, I don't mind at all. Besides, at least somebody finds me attractive"
Sam blushed and looked down. "Oh no," he thought, "he knows!" "Um, I think I need to go,"
Glen immediately put 2 and 2 together. He reached out and put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Hey, wait a minute. If you do think I'm attractive, it's no problem. It's certainly nothing to be ashamed about!"
Sam looked back at him, awkwardly. After a hesitation, he said softly, "It's just that I've never told anybody before. Not even my parents. And I don't think I could deal with people knowing," "I see," Glen replied. "Look, do you have lunch next?" "Yeah," said Sam. "Well, why don't we eat together and we can talk some more," "Ok," said Sam, a bit more relieved than he had been when he first started talking to Glen. "I'll meet you outside in a few minutes and we can walk up together," With that, he turned back to the shower and again let the towel drop. This time, it didn't stop until it hit the floor. Glen caught one quick glance in the mirror of Sam's face as his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree again before the steam made vision impossible.
