Chris had always loved football, but he never expected it to lead him to forbidden love. He was a star quarterback on his college team, with an athletic body that he had worked hard to maintain. But despite his outward confidence, Chris felt a sense of unease whenever he saw his teammate and rival, Alex.
Alex was also a talented football player, but he was different from the other guys on the team. He was quiet and reserved, with a piercing gaze that seemed to see right through Chris. They had never spoken more than a few words to each other, but Chris couldn't shake the feeling that there was something between them.
One day, after a particularly grueling practice, Chris found himself alone in the locker room with Alex. They were both exhausted and sweaty, their muscles sore from the intense workout. Chris couldn't help but stare at Alex's lean, muscular body as he stripped off his uniform and headed to the showers.
As Chris undressed and followed Alex into the steamy, tiled room, he couldn't ignore the heat that was building in his own body. He had never felt this way before, but he couldn't deny the attraction that he felt for Alex. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head, telling himself that it was wrong, that he couldn't be gay.
But as he watched Alex showering, his body glistening with water, Chris felt a stirring within him. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He stepped into the shower next to Alex and began to explore his body, his hands tracing over the curves and muscles that he had been admiring for so long.
At first, Alex seemed surprised and uncertain, but as Chris's touch became more urgent and demanding, he responded in kind. Their bodies pressed together under the warm water, their hands exploring every inch of each other's skin.
As their bodies tangled in the steamy shower, Chris and Alex gave into their desires, experiencing a passion that they had never felt before. But as they finished and turned off the water, a heavy silence hung in the air. They quickly dressed and left the locker room, both unsure of what had just happened and what it meant for their future. In the days that followed, they avoided each other on the field and in the locker room, unsure of how to confront the feelings that had been awakened within them. Their forbidden love remained a secret, a tantalizing possibility that they were too afraid to explore any further.
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It was reverse for me in college—-I was lacrosse team captain senior year & kind of outgoing frat boy. Lots of the other teammates were the same but Mike, a freshman star attacker on the field, was quiet and didn’t party a lot with us. But one day we were alone in the locker room getting off our muddy gear and Mike offered to help me undo my chest and shoulder pads, standing behind me and I could feel his warmth as his fingers unlatched pads. Sill behind me, Mike put his hands on my waist, his hands slipped in a bit between my shorts & the slim waistband of my jockstrap. “Anything else I can do for you Captain?” he whispered. “Call me Sir and get these muddy shorts off me!” I barked, much louder than expected. Turns out he was very good at following directions as I ordered him to kneel down and undo my cleats, slide off my socks, and show me how much of his Captain’s bulging jock he could take in his pretty mouth. Turns out my boy Mikey could take a LOT in his mouth. And a lot in lots of places once lathered up in the warm shower. A year later, I’ve graduated but still have that special red mesh jock, messy & unwashed, and wear it sometimes—especially when my boy Mikey visits for a refresher course. And he still calls me Sir.