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It had been a long, hard day of work out in the football field.

As waterboy, I was constantly running between the players and water bottles, attempting to satisfy the ravenous thirst of each of them. Where the fuck is my water, Adam? Am I gonna need to piss in my mouth? Jared shouted. Every other one of the players had similarly derisive comments, especially the full back Marteen. If you dont get that shit over here now, I am gonna beat your ass into that goal post! He glared at me as I ran out of breath, carrying the gallon-size water bottle to him. Snatching it out of my hands, he tripped me as I turned to race back to grab another bottle. As I plummeted face first into the mud, the raucous laughter of the other players pounded in my ears. Why the fuck did I take this job? I attempted to get on my feet, but I was just too worn out to push myself up. The other players only laughed harder as I fell back down. All but one, that is. Adam. A hand appeared across my field of vision. Grasping it, I was pulled upward with a speed that attested to the great strength of my helper. Erik the quarterback stood in front of me with a questioning look, thoroughly examining me with a piercing glare. As I stared back at him, ashamed of my current state, I saw what everyone else did: a lean, coiled warrior dressed in white and black, with burnished tan arms and ocean-blue eyes. I could not see more of him, covered as he was by the uniform, but his purposeful, arcing movements hinted at deep wells of inner strength and mental acuity. Ah, yes. This is why I took the job. He caught my eyes again. I need some water, he said in a husky voice, slightly out of breath himself. Of course, I nodded, racing out of the ring of players that surrounded us. As I ran, I could hear their jeers lancing out at Erik; with cries of Whyd you help the fag? and Youre fucking gay, man! I didnt need to see what happened to know that the accusers were assaulted, and judging by the sounds of their shouts, beaten by Erik. Anyone else want to say something about me? He shouted with a feral edge to his voice. If I hadnt picked him up, all of you idiots would have gone without water. Ever think of that, you fucking cunts? Grabbing more water, I turned to see the crowd of players had dispersed. Chase, looked at me with barely concealed rage as he beckoned me over. Reluctantly, I ran towards him. When I reached him to pass him his bottle, he growled softly you were lucky today, homo. You wont be next time. Mentally I shrugged this off. No one would harm me as long as Erik was here. Some hours later, the coach finally called it a day. Everyone hit the showers! Of course, everyone did not include me. I stayed after for some time, washing the bottles with exquisite care (Coach had raged one time when I had only washed the bottles once. He had shouted with disgust You want our team to get sick! God, wash them again.) From a little far off, I could hear Coach and Erik discussing some play Erik had thought of, and how and when they should use it. Although I couldnt make out the words, I could tell both of them respected each other, maybe even as equals. Coach would say he had no favorites, but from their rapport I got a sense of equals in

conversation. Erik soon left, and Coach told me to work on my running as I had been slow today. Grimacing after him, I responded Of course, sir. Without turning back at me, he drove away in his car. I turned back to the water bottles with some reluctance, but quickly finished washing them. Slowly jogging towards the gym, I feebly opened the door to the locker room. Before I went in, I heard a shower still running and I thought Those dumbasses just want a mess for me to clean up. Cursing my life, I walked in towards the shower area and turned the corner to see Erik, completely naked. He was facing the shower pole, head bent down as he washed his hair. The muscles rippled across his back as he massaged his hair; his legs rock-hard musculature shifted as he moved from side to side, flexing his ass in sharply defined curves. Flushing red, I quickly turned away and head towards my locker before he could see me. I will just take a shower at home, my heart was pounding as I attempted to regain a modicum of mental control. With a loud clang I opened my locker, and I heard Erik yell out behind me, Hey, Adam. FUCK?!?!?!!? What do I do? With a trembling voice, I winced as my voice cracked a response Hey Erik. Awkward I rushed to grab my stuff so I could leave. As I walked out towards the door, he said, Arent you going to shower? Youre pretty dirty after that fall today. Without turning around, I yelled Nah, I will just do it at home. And make your car reek of mud and sweat? Come on dude, thats pretty nasty. Just take a shower. Hesitantly I replied, sure. I turned back around towards my locker, and saw that he was facing me, abs, chest, dick and all. I quickly averted my gaze towards my locker to grab a towel. Now what do I do??? By this time, my penis had become rock-hard. There was only one shower pole with six spigots arrayed in a circle, so I would have to face him with a boner. If he didnt already believe I was gay, he would soon find out. I began taking off my clothes, facing away from him. I dropped my boxers, leaving my shirt to barely cover my ass. As I went to take off my shirt, I heard the shower go off behind me, and footsteps pad towards the locker next to me. I cursed my choice of a locker next to Eriks as I wrestled with my shirt, attepting to get it off without completely embarrassing myself. With a wrench, I was unblended and saw Erik smiling amusedly at me. Youre more clumsy than I thought. As I straightened out, however, the smile dropped as he saw my erection. His face turned beet red as his faced his own locker, and I immediately walked towards the showers, walking a little too fast. I slipped on the water beneath me and fell with a loud crack on the tile floor. A shooting pain lanced through my head and shoulders as I lay there with a growing headache. Erik shouted with concern, You alright dude? Completely embarrassed on so many levels now, I replied, Yeah, I think Ill make it. Wincing as I tried to get up, I slipped and fell back down. Crying silently, I thought how could this situation get any worse? As I lay there with my eyes closed, I heard Erik walking carefully back towards me. He shook my shoulder, and I opened my eyes to see his hair dripping wet, framing a face both concerned and embarrassed. Lets get you up. He put my hand on his shoulder, and put his arm around my rib cage. AS He pulled me up, I could feel his still naked leg slide against mine, pressing his rigid muscles against me. When I was finally on my feet, he averted his gaze from my eyes and asked You gonna be fine?

I whispered I think so. Glancing down, I saw his dick had become enlarged during our conversation. When I flicked my eyes back up to his face, I saw he knew where I had been looking. His face changed from concern to shame, yet before he could do anything else, I said thank you. The shame left his face as he replied slowly: Any time. He turned as if to go without breaking eye contact, but quickly reversed course and pulled my face towards his. Hesitating before contact, he gently brushed his lips against mine. Paralyzed by astonishment, I stood there as his lips began to press more insistently against mine. My lips moved to respond, with unconscious passion as he pulled me closer. I put my arms around him, lightly massaging his powerful back before I felt our rigid penises collide. He pulled his up with one hand and did the same to mine, pressing his full body against me. He smiled nervously at me: Cant be cockblocked by my own dick. With a laugh, I sought his lips again with an insistence that surprised me. As we continued to make out, my mind briefly wandered beyond the immediate present to a hopeful future, full of Eriks kisses and before I could get lost in my vision, I melted in ecstasy as Erik clenched me against him yet again. The future could wait.

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