Spandex Dreams Pt. 2 “Home Alone”

The warm days gradually got cooler. And as the days passed, so did the summer season. September quickly came around and it was officially back to school. David and I were entering the 10th grade, Chad the 9th. The good part about that is the fact that Chad finally joined us in the same school. Although we were in different classes, we still had the opportunity to steal a quick glance at each other in the hallways.
Nothing changed between us after that one incredible night. We acted as if nothing happened at all even though we both remembered it very well. Not that we were ashamed of the nights events, no, not at all. We just had to be careful so no one would suspect anything. But, on those rare occasions when Chad and I did find ourselves alone, we made sure to use it wisely with a flirt or quick tease. The three of us were the best of friends and we did what every normal kid would do at that age.
This school year I decided to make a small change to my extracurricular activities. Signups for school sports were approaching. Wrestling was the sport of choice for me. Swimming was David and Chad’s. While we were talking about the pros and cons of our particular sport one night after school, David had made the suggestion that I join the swim team this year instead of wrestling. I thought it through and placed my signature on the signup sheet for the swim team with David and Chad.
Practices were brutal on me. I wasn’t use to exerting that much energy for such a lengthy time. Wrestling uses bursts of energy to overtake your opponent. Swimming, however, required a much larger adrenaline rush for longer periods of time. Never the less, I kept up with my friends and gradually got better at it. I even won a few races against opposing schools. But I couldn’t help but miss wrestling. It was the constant body contact that made me long for the sport. But I digress.
One night, after a particularly gruesome race, our team grudgingly hit the showers. It was silent other than the hiss and spray of splattering water coming from the nozzles. My teammates and I were washing the wretched stench of defeat away from our bodies; along with chlorine from the pool. One by one, my team mates killed the water with a squeak of the handle, made their way through the maze of lockers, and changed from their Speedo Jammers into their regular clothes before exiting the building.
I was in such deep thought that I didn’t realize that I was the only person left still in the shower. Maybe it was a bad idea to take up swimming this year. It felt as though our losing streak was all my fault. I was the one holding our team back. ‘They’d do better without me.’ I thought to myself.
I reached out to turn the water off, grabbed the towel, and quickly dried off before I found my locker. I was so wrapped up in self pity that I didn’t even hear someone approach, grab the towel from the bench, and snap it at my back. I was instantly pulled back to reality and heard a very familiar voice speaking to me.
“There you are. We’ve been looking all over for you.”
Chad, who was already dried and dressed, ‘snapped’ me back into reality with my very own towel. I was so lost in my own mind that I didn’t realize that I was the only one left in the locker room. Since I was getting a ride home with David and Chad, they couldn’t leave without me and naturally came looking when I was nowhere to be found.
I turned to face him.
No matter how many times I look at him, he never fails to take my breath away. My very eyes themselves seem to have their own mind when he’s around. They scan his body, taking in every form, every shape, and every color. From his blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and chiseled jaw line; to his Broad shoulders, curving down to his muscular chest and to his smooth swimmers legs. One pass isn’t enough, so my eyes repeat the process in reverse. I don’t have to hide my interest in him anymore. It was only the two of us in the locker room and I took every advantage of each passing second that I could. And when our eyes met, something happened. It was as if numerous sparks went off all at once, triggering a fiery rage within us.
Before I knew it, Chad had leapt over the bench and forced me backwards, my back pinned against the wall of lockers. He pressed his body against mine almost violently, and aggressively pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues reached for each others, twisting and turning with each shallow breath. My eyes rolled back and my blood began to flow with every increasingly rapid heartbeat. A few short seconds later, I was fully erect. I knew Chad was as well because he then pressed his entire body against mine. He was hard, and teased me for a minute with grinding movements.
Just as things were heating up, Chad broke away, leaving me standing there hard and horny, wearing nothing but my tight Speedo jammers. He looked at me intensely. I could see a wild lust in those hypnotic eyes of his.
“Hurry up, get dressed.” He said, handing me my jeans. “You’re sleeping over tonight. I already asked.”
I slipped into my jeans, threw my shirt on, and followed Chad to the car.
“What happened to you?” David asked once we were in the car.
“I must have lost track of time.” I replied, carefully stealing a glance at Chad.
“I meant during the race. What happened? You sucked tonight dude.”
“Thanks for the encouragement David.” I said in defense.
“Chill Braden. I was just sayin’. So you had a bad night, big deal.” Then he changed the subject. “So, you’re staying over tonight right?”
“Yea, sure.”
“Sweet! You can help me get past this level I can’t beat on play station.”
Once we were at their house, David had wasted no time at all and dragged me down to the basement and insisted that I give this aggravating game a go. He wasn’t kidding. We spent the next hour screaming and hollering at the TV before his mother politely threatened to run over the Play station with her car if we didn’t go upstairs for dinner.
It was always an event having dinner with my friends. You just never knew what was going to happen at any given moment. With three teenage boys, a crazy cat, and a dog that carried its tail as a weapon, anything could happen; and it usually did. Sure enough, the dog decided to help itself to an entire hotdog sitting at the edge of David’s plate, practically swallowing it whole. The cat must have gotten jealous because she pounced on the dog and proceeded to chase him around the house. We had a good laugh.
After dinner, we gathered the sleeping bags from the closet, some pillows, and headed for the basement where we were spending the night. Their mother called after us.
“You boys be good! And David, don’t forget you have a dentist appointment first thing in the morning!”
“Ok ma!” David said as he slammed the basement door closed behind him.
David ran back to the TV, which had his game paused on the screen, and continued playing.