Out of the Closet
by Victor Thomas
Epilogue
Kenny
Two weeks later I sat in the bleachers and watched the football team practice. Javier waved at me, and we both smiled. A wave of happiness washed through my body, and I could hardly believe how lucky I was. Who would have believed that I had a boyfriend.
As far as I could tell, Chris was mostly okay with me dating Javier. We hadn't talked much about it, actually we hadn't talked about it at all, but at least he still wanted to hang around and play video games with me. I hadn't lost my best friend, and that was the most important thing.
There was still ten minutes of practice left when I felt a few raindrops. I moved my backpack under the seat to keep my books dry. The boys on the field continued practicing, but the rain was getting heavier. Finally, the coach blew his whistle.
"Okay, guys. Hit the showers," he shouted.
The players collected their stuff and rushed to the locker room. I zipped my hoodie and covered my head with the hood. It didn't help much, but there wasn't a better shelter. I hoped that Javier would hurry.
"Kenny, what are you doing there alone? Come in before you're all wet," Jason shouted from the door.
"I'm okay. I can wait here," I replied.
The naked jocks in the locker room intimidated me.
"Don't be stupid," he said, approaching me. "Come on. Let's go in."
Reluctantly, I stood up and followed him into the locker room. I was only in the short hallway when I smelled the sweat wafting from the locker room. Memories of middle school filled my mind, but I pushed them aside. After a moment of hesitation, I looked inside and took a step back.
"Maybe I'll wait here," I said.
He disagreed. He pushed me to the locker room where jocks were undressing from their wet uniforms. My eyes glued to Javier, who stood there shirtless in his jockstrap. He was talking to Chris but they stopped when they saw me coming.
"I found this dumb ass sitting in the rain," Jason said.
I blushed when everybody turned to look at me. As I had expected, the room was full of sweaty naked boys on their way to the showers. I had no idea what they thought about me intruding in their locker room. Bryan gave me a meaningful glare, but nobody said anything until Javier opened his mouth.
"Kenny, I want to show you something," he said.
"Your dick?" someone commented, causing most of the boys to burst out laughing.
"No. He's seen it already," Javier said, opening his backpack.
My boyfriend's words caused me to blush even harder. My shoulders tightened; adrenaline spiked in my veins. I prepared for the worst. When I glanced around, however, everybody continued undressing and left to take a shower, except Bryan who rushed out of the locker room carrying his bag in one hand and putting his shirt on with the other.
"Look," Javier said, handing me a piece of paper.
I studied it.
"Is this your math assignment?"
"Read the comment on the second page."
'Good job, Javier. Apparently, Kenny can make miracles.'
I recognized the handwriting. It couldn't be anyone else but Mr. Douglas. I read the comment again and checked how he had done the assignment. There was only a small mistake in the last exercise.
"You did this?" I asked, looking at my boyfriend, my eyes wide open.
"I had the best possible tutor," he said, grinning.
Had we been alone, I would have kissed him. Unfortunately, Jason and Chris were watching our discussion, so I decided to postpone the kiss until we were in his room later. I could hardly wait.
He removed his jockstrap, and I couldn't help stealing glances of his naked body. The smooth brown skin, the perfect butt, and his six-inch cock, everything about him was beautiful. When I turned my face, I noticed that Jason had a small smile on his face.
"I have that trigonometry class in the spring semester," Jason said, addressing Javier. "I definitely want to borrow your boyfriend."
"Not sure I want to share him with you," Javier said, wrapping his towel around his waist.
Jason followed him to the showers, and suddenly I was alone in the locker room. I scanned the room, and little by little it became less intimidating. After all, it was just metal lockers on the walls and wooden benches in front of them. And the smell! I hoped it would not stick to my clothes.
I sat down, still holding the math assignment in my hands. Javier's handwriting was so cute, and his progress made me proud of him. The first tutoring session had been a disaster; except the moment we ended up making out on his bed after he had first tossed the math book and his notes on the floor.
The guys in the shower talked loudly to each other but I wasn't paying attention. From the corner of my eye, I watched as the guys continued undressing and the ones returning from the shower. I turned my head away quickly when one of them glanced at me. Luckily, none of them said anything, and they walked to the shower room with their towels and shampoo bottles.
Most of my attention was focused on Javier, who had returned to the locker room with that sexy grin on his face and his towel in his hand. I smiled at him, and we kissed briefly before more boys started to come from the shower room.
For the first time in my life, I enjoyed being in a locker room. And why wouldn't I? None of the guys seemed to notice or care.
The End
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