For the entire next week, I lived as if in a trance.
Every moment when I wasn't busy with something specific was immediately filled with him, with the image of Alex standing naked in the shower, drops of water running down his six-pack, his hand moving rhythmically along his hard cock.
I saw it when I closed my eyes.
I heard his moans as the water ran from the tap.
I felt his gaze on my skin, even though I was alone.
In class, I couldn't hear what the teacher was saying.
During meals, I sat in silence, oblivious to the conversations around me.
And at night... at night I did things that I tried to erase from my memory afterwards.
I lay in the dark, my hand sliding over my body, imagining it was his hand.
Every quiet moan I made was a reflection of the one I heard before I ran away.
I tried to justify myself.
“It's just curiosity,” I repeated in my mind. “Nothing wrong.”
But every time, I knew I was lying.
It wasn't curiosity. It was a need.
Growing, burning, until finally I couldn't ignore it anymore.
Once, we passed each other in the hallway.
Alex just raised an eyebrow, smiling almost imperceptibly.
And I... for the rest of the day, I felt that gesture like a touch.
That was enough to understand that if I ever found myself alone with him in that locker room again, I wouldn't run away.
So I decided to do what I feared most.
“Accidentally” stay after PE, just like last time.
I pretended nothing had happened, but every night I went back there, to that pair, to his gaze, to the sound of his moan.
I stayed after PE, pretending I had to pack my bag.
When the door closed with a dull echo, silence filled the room like a thick fog.
I was alone.
Exactly as I had planned... and yet my body reacted as it did when I ran away, I was trembling, my palms were sweaty, and my breathing was uneven.
There was a familiar smell in the air, a mixture of soap, sweat, and damp towels.
Somewhere in the distance, from around the corner, I heard the sound of water.
Not a normal, calm sound, but one that instantly took me back a week.
I felt adrenaline rush through my veins, igniting every nerve.
I slowly moved forward.
Step by step, as if I were approaching a place that was both a curse and a dream come true.
Each step echoed off the tiles, betraying me, but I couldn't turn back.
And then I saw him.
Alex stood naked under a stream of hot water that ran down his muscular arms and sculpted chest.
His body glistened in the light of the lamps, and there was something in his eyes that made me freeze.
On his lips was that same teasing, cocky smile as last time.
As if he knew I was coming.
As if he had been waiting for me all along.
“I knew you'd come back,” he said in a calm, low voice, without even looking away from my eyes.
My stomach clenched and my throat went dry.
I felt like I was trapped in a snare I’d set for myself.
I wanted to say something, but no sound came out of my mouth.
I stood motionless, and he... looked as if everything was going exactly as he had planned.
Alex took a slow step toward me.
The steam in the air thickened, wrapping around us like a curtain, and I could feel my heart climbing up into my throat.
A drop of water ran down his neck, then along the line of his torso to his sculpted abdominal muscles, stopping just above his crotch.
I couldn't look away.
He looked... inhumanly perfect.
His gaze didn't waver for a moment.
He was confident, calm, as if he knew my every thought before it even formed in my head.
He stood so close that I could feel the warmth of his body mingling with the hot steam from the shower.
“Do you just want to watch like last time?” His voice was quiet, but it sounded louder than ever in my head.
He took another step, almost brushing me with his shoulder.
"Or maybe this time… you’ll touch?"
My breathing quickened and my legs trembled as if after an intense run.
There was only one word in my head: run.
But my body... my body wouldn't listen.
This is the moment, I thought. The moment I've been waiting for, even if I didn't admit it to myself.
I pulled my shirt over my head, the fabric sticky with moisture and sweat.
I threw it on the bench next to me, and then...
Slowly, trembling, I unzipped my shorts and slid them down.
Not because he told me to.
Not because I had to.
But because I wanted to.
Alex watched with the same calmness that was more overwhelming than a scream.
Now only a few inches separated us, and the steam around us was so thick that I felt as if the world outside this place had ceased to exist.
Alex didn't take his eyes off me as he slowly raised his hand.
For a moment, I thought he was going to push me away, that it was just a game... but his fingers wrapped around my hand, warm, confident, brooking no opposition.
He pulled it down, guiding it slowly over his wet abdominal muscles until I touched his cock.
It was hard, throbbing, moist from the hot water and pre-cum.
My fingers trembled and my breath caught in my throat.
Alex leaned in, his lips close to my ear.
“Don't just look. Feel,” he whispered.
I didn't pull my hand away.
On the contrary, I tightened my fingers and moved them along its length.
Alex let out a low, throaty moan that pierced me from within.
I could smell him, soap, sweat, something wild and masculine.
His hips began to move to the rhythm of my hand, faster and faster, more confidently, until the air became heavy with steam and tension.
“Yes...” he gasped, clenching his fingers around my wrist. “Don't stop.”
A moment later, his body stiffened.
Alex threw his head back and a low, drawn-out moan escaped his throat, echoing off the tiles.
I felt hot, thick streams of semen fall onto my fingers, mixing with the drops of water.
It was so intense that for a second I forgot who I was and where I was.
Alex looked at me from under his half-closed eyelids, his eyes shining with triumphant certainty.
And I... I looked at my hand, at the proof of what had just happened.
At that moment, I knew I had crossed a line from which there was no turning back.
Yesterday, I was just a voyeur.
Today… I became part of the game.
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