Great. Every single bloody week, what's another Thursday afternoon caked in mud? It had been drizzling all day but as soon as we stepped on to the pitch, it started pelting it down. Within minutes, the damp grass was a quagmire, and streams of water were running down the slope of the pitch and under the trees at the end.
The October air was cold and the short gasps of my breath were soon visible as we jogged around the field in our customary warm-up. A quick stretch was followed by 40 minutes of furious rugby, and this week I found myself on the losing side. Steaming slightly in the steady rain, red cheeked and covered from head to foot in mud, we trooped back in to shower and head home.
The locker rooms were humid, clouds of steam billowing from the hot showers as muddy water circled the drains. A constant stream of boys walked in and out of the shower, returning to the changing area squeaky clean and in much happier spirits, shouting across the locker room and chatting amiably whilst they dried off. In other words, boy heaven. There was so much skin on display my eyes didn't know where to rest, taking in the ripple of abs with the cute happy trail here, the solid lines of someone else's pecs, Tom's tiny red nipples and soft haired underarms, and the curves of Jake's perfect pale ass. All glistening wet from the shower. I surprised myself by managing not to drool, but had to stay sitting until the sudden stiffness in my rugby shorts had a chance to soften. This was more than enough to redeem Thursday afternoon games, I thought to myself as a positive conveyor belt of boy sausage swayed past my eyes. The stream of uncut pink was interrupted by a freely swinging light tan brown. Naveed was a Muslim, and he'd been circumcised. We'd learned about that in RS in juniors and I'd gone on about it until he'd flashed me his cock behind the bike shed to satisfy my curiosity. That was before high school of course, where we were told we had to shower after games. By now most of the boys in our year has seen his cock in the showers, a cut cock was pretty unusual round these parts.
He paused in front of me, grabbing his towel from the peg next to mine and drying his black hair.
"You not gonna shower, then?"
"Yeah, in a bit though," I replied, my eyes fixed on his curly bush of jet black pubes.
"Haha you're such an idiot. Stop staring at my dick and lose the stiffy before somebody else notices," his eyes twinkled as he looked down at me, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. I blushed and grinned back. Nav had been the first person in the whole world I'd told that I was gay. We'd grown up on the same street and he was pretty much like a brother to me.
"Were you staring at Jake's ass again?"
`No! Maybe...'
"He's noticed you know. I overheard him telling Will you always stare at him in the changing rooms. I think he kinda likes it."
"Really?!"
Nav laughed. "No, you idiot. Nobody likes being perved on. Now get cleaned up quick, unless you wanna walk home alone. Cos as soon as that bell goes, I'm outta here."
I leaned forward and looked down the row of pegs to where Jake was pulling a pair of tight white boxers over his pert ass, making it all the more sexy. From the side I could just make out his perfect V as he adjusted himself in his boxers. I glanced up and froze as he met my gaze. A thick eyebrow arched above clear blue eyes, questioning.
I snapped back, leaning against the wall.
"Well he's definitely noticed now. Get in the flipping showers already!