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There was that bloody blush again, as Nathan and I realised the double entendre at the same time. “Filthy bastard,” I said to him. “C’mon. Let’s go.” I wanted to see that blush again, it gave him fire. Made him look less timid and scared.

I put him through his paces from the start on bicep curls, reverse curls and then the various weight machines. I made sure to show him every machine and did my reps in his rest time. We’d hardly spoken since the last time we’d seen each other except to arrange the session, and it felt like we’d taken a step backwards, like he was more reserved again than the last time I’d seen him.

“It’s not fair, you lifting triple what I do,” he said at one point as I strained against a particularly heavy weight on the shoulder press.

“It’s not about…fuuuuck….what you can lift straight away,” I said, giving up on my set. “It’s….about starting somewhere and doing your best to get fucking better at it.”

“Yes captain,” said Nathan.

I worked him until we were both pouring with sweat. There was something gorgeous about him as he pushed that bright pink hair away from his face, which was almost the same colour as his hair now from exertion.

“I…I’m done,” he finally admitted, slumping down.

“I was waiting for you to admit it,” I laughed. “Good work, soldier. Leg day Thursday?”

“I hate you…but yes.” Nathan held out one hand and I shook it, both of us gross and sweaty. He gave me a tentative smile, and for the first time I felt like maybe contact with me wasn’t freaking him out.

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Chapter Six - Nathan

8 Years Ago

I hated PE in school. I didn’t understand why they ever made us play rugby and tennis and football or any of that shit in the first place. Most of my friends were girls, and we were segregated in PE, so I had to spend the whole time with laddish, stupid and immature rugby boys whose whole personalities were centred around muscles and girls. I was eighteen years old, an adult, and the school were still forcing me to exercise when I didn’t want to.

We had been running hurdles in the gym, which wasn’t as bad as playing rugby outdoors, and I could compete with the rugby boys because I was thinner and lighter on my feet than most of them. It still left me a sweaty mess in the middle of the school day. We all trooped off to the changing rooms, most of them talking and bantering with one another, me taking the rear of the group by myself.

As always, I got changed in the corner with my eyes carefully downcast to avoid drawing the attention of any of the lads. Any excuse to call me a faggot was warranted in their eyes, and the fact Ihadto change with them didn’t seem to cross their minds when they accused me of being in the changing rooms to watch them. I didn’t shower with them for that reason, because to be naked in their presence — even if I thought most of them were ugly, smelly bastards — would be reason enough for them to say I was perving on them and they might beat the shit out of me.

So I changed out of my sweaty gym clothes quickly and into my uniform, almost bumping into a couple of the boys because I was so determined to keep my eyes downcast. I hated knowing that I’d smell vaguely of sweat and the gym all day.

I was almost to the lunch canteen when I realised I’d forgotten my phone in the changing room. It was a crap little flip phone but Mum would kill me if I’d left it behind. So I turned around and headed back, thankful that most if not all of the boys would be done in the rooms. I only hoped my phone hadn’t already been taken by one of them.

I opened the changing room door quietly. I could hear the showers still running, so I crept over to the corner of the room and grabbed my phone. I pocketed it and walked toward the door when I heard a moan coming from the shower block.Is someone hurt?I thought.

I walked over to the shower block quietly. The whole place was shrouded in steam, and I could see a figure in the corner. “Is everything alright?” I asked, stepping on to the wet tiles and walking closer.

And then I saw what was happening. Lewis Jacobs, one of the school’s top rugby players and all-round ladies man, was standing under the hot spray, back against the tiles and cock in hand. He was a gorgeous, muscular lad with round shoulders and mousy brown hair that was being plastered to his head by the spray. He moaned loudly as he stroked himself fast and hard, evidently reaching the point of climax.

I was so focused on the action going on in his hand that when my eyes finally made their way up from his cock, up his toned stomach and wide pecs, I almost jumped when I noticed he was looking right into my eyes. He stared at me as he stroked himself to completion and spilled all over his hand and onto the tiled floor. He splashed his hand under the shower and within seconds all evidence was gone into the drain. And I still stood still, unable to move from the spot.

Lewis stepped out of the spray and toward me. Was he going to threaten me? Or just beat me where I stood? He was still at half mast as he pushed me up against the tiled wall opposite the showers, both hands on my shoulders. “Do you like what you see?” he asked. He was a good six inches taller than me and I had to look up at him as he pressed his whole body up against mine.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, didn’t know what answer would spare me a beating. So when he dipped his head toward mine and kissed me, I had no idea what to do. I’d never been kissed by another boy before. Was this what always happened? His tongue explored my mouth and after a second I kissed him back. I could feel myself getting hard, straining against my trousers.

Lewis could obviously feel it too as he looked down and smirked. “I won’t tell anyone about you deliberately finding me to perv in the showers, and you don’t tell anyone about this, OK?”

I nodded, my whole body shaking in fear, anticipation and arousal.“Good boy,” he said. “Now piss off, I need to get changed.”

I rushed out of the room as fast as my feet could carry me, slipping on wet tile and having to grab onto a bench for support before I left the room. My shirt was wet and my dick was still half-hard as I emerged into the outside air, wondering what the hell had just gone on.

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Chapter Seven - Nathan

“Dad, I’ve left you with your food in the fridge and your beers are on chill. Is there anything else you need from me?” I asked.

He was sat in the living room in his wheelchair, watchingCountdownfor what felt like the forty-seventh day in a row. “Wouldn’t matter if I needed something else, you obviously have more important places to be. Stopped caring about your father pretty soon after coming here, didn’t you?”

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