Max couldn’t believe his luck, and that wasn’t intended to be in a positive sense.
It was the day before the basketball team’s season opener and the coach had organized a scrimmage. Instead of balancing out the two rosters, the coach had set the scrimmage up as the first string versus the second string. Although Max was a senior, he was a solid ninth or tenth on the roster. To make things worse, he would certainly be tasked with defending Mason, who was unquestionably the best player on the team.
Although Max wasn’t a standout athlete, he really enjoyed being a part of the team. However, he knew that he was going to be in for a very long day. In addition to being a very skilled player, Mason had a significant height, strength, speed, quickness, agility, and “everything else” advantage over Max. Max knew that his only hope of competing against Mason would be to hustle his ass off.
Max was one of the very few openly gay teens at their high school. Max’s former boyfriend, Corey, was one of the others. They had both “come out” together in tenth grade and they were not shy to publicly show their affection for one another. Despite being openly gay, Max was pretty subdued while doing team-related activities. That was one of the areas of his life where he didn’t want to attract any undue attention. He did, however, enjoy the sight of being in a locker room with other guys.
After a brief warm-up session, the guys separated into their two teams. The head coach met with Max’s team briefly to get them organized, while the assistant coach met with the starters. Just as Max had expected, he was assigned to guard Mason.
The starters won the tip-off and before Max could even react, Mason had taken off toward the hoop. There was a long pass in Mason’s direction, and he got an easy, uncontested score. It was less than ten seconds into the scrimmage and Max was already getting screamed at by the coach. The next several possessions went mostly the same. Every time that Max tried to “body up” Mason, he would drive past him and get to the basket. Contrarily, every time that he stepped back and tried to defend the drive, Mason would knock down an uncontested jumper. It was an ass-kicking of epic proportions.
Mason was justifiably getting very cocky. He, once again, got the ball as he was standing wide open along the baseline. Instead of taking the open shot, he smiled at Max who was standing at the edge of the paint. Mason started to drive to the hoop as Max slowly backpedaled. The two met in mid-air near the basket. Max felt the ball glance off of his fingertips and could see that it would finally not be going in the hoop.
Although Max somehow managed to land on his feet, Mason took an awkward spill and hit the floor nearly flat on his back. It sounded terrible and the back of his head seemed to strike the floor as well. Max looked down at Mason, afraid that he was injured in some way. Mason seemed dazed for a moment, then he exploded to his feet and tackled Max, sending them both to the floor.
Max tried to cover up as best he could as Mason rained a few wild blows down on him. Mason was in a rage, spitting and shouting out some hateful remarks in Max’s direction. The other players pulled Mason off of Max and checked on both of their physical conditions. Both men were a little bit sore, but neither was injured in any significant way.
Coach resumed the scrimmage as a “four-on-four” contest while Max and Mason were ordered to run laps up and down the bleachers on opposite sides of the gym. Once the scrimmage ended, the coach made Max and Mason stay late and continue running laps. After over an hour of running stairs, the coach sent the two boys to the lockers.
Max was the first to arrive in the locker room. His legs were so tired that he could barely stand. The other guys had already gone home, leaving Max alone with Mason much to his chagrin. Mason still seemed to be quite angry. The two men continuously exchanged looks as they prepared to enter the shower, neither feeling comfortable enough to take their eyes off of the other for very long.
Max was the first to disrobe. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to the shower. Once inside, he kept an eye on the entrance, fearful that Mason would charge through and catch him unaware.
Mason arrived shortly thereafter, and the standoff continued from opposite sides of the shower room. Mason generally faced Max in a semi-aggressive stance. Max, on the other hand, kept his side or back turned to Mason as he anticipated having to cover up or defend an attack. Max considered apologizing to Mason for being overly aggressive, but he didn’t want to stir anything else up at that moment.
Despite the tense situation, Max couldn’t help but notice what a beast of a man Mason had become. The team usually hit the showers in two groups as the players outnumbered the showerheads by a reasonable margin. Max generally was in the first group of bathers and Mason in the second. While Max had certainly snuck a look at Mason several times through the years, it was never quite this prolonged.
Mason’s broad shoulders and muscular arms were quite intimidating, while his six-pack abs and beefy thighs were enticing. His soft cock was long, thick, and uncut. Max wondered how big it would get. It was certainly significantly larger than that of Corey, who was his only previous partner.
Mason, while still annoyed at Max, had cooled down somewhat. He, however, still felt the need to intimidate Max and make sure that he knew who the alpha was on the team. He only wished that he hadn’t spewed some hateful remarks at Max during the heat of the moment. In his fit of anger, he grasped onto the most hurtful things that he could think of to shout at Max. But he had always liked Max, and he admired his bravery for being himself.
As he stared Max down, he couldn’t help but notice what soft, delicate features Max had. He had very little muscle tone, and his body was smooth and mostly hairless. Max mostly stood at a side profile and from the back or side, he could have almost been mistaken for a woman. His ass was small and shapely. It looked nearly as good as his girlfriend, Christina’s.
Mason had been dating Christina for several years. While they were sexually active, Christina was not nearly as adventurous as Mason would have liked her to be. She would rarely suck his cock and if she did, it was usually brief and unfulfilling. Sex always involved Mason taking complete control and in mostly the same boring positions. He had tried to coax her into trying anal several times. It was always quickly shot down. That only increased his curiosity about anal and what it might feel like.
Once Mason had made that connection in his head between Max and Christina, he couldn’t stop thinking about sex. As he stared at Max’s exposed backside, all that he could think of was his fantasy about taking Christina from behind. He could feel his cock start to grow as he couldn’t dismiss his arousing thoughts.
Max noticed that Mason had started to act slightly differently. He was certain that Mason was ready to pounce on him and take his full revenge. It seemed like Mason’s cock was even bigger than before. It wasn’t really hard, but it seemed to stick outward more than it did earlier.