Any and all erotic action is between legal adults (18+).
This is my first submission, and I'm writing it on a whim. No real planning has gone into it, and I probably won't have someone else edit it. If you see an error please don't burn me at the stake. I'll write a few of these chapters, and if I get good feedback I'll probably draw out the story and plan it out. Thanks for your time, and I hope I don't let you down!
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"So? How does it feel?"
"How does what feel?"
"How does it feel to be legal? Do you feel the maturity just swelling inside you?"
"Shut up." Liam grinned. In spite of his lack of verbal affirmation, he did, in fact, feel different. While he didn't feel the sudden onset of maturity as his best friend, and co-captain, Daniel, put it, nor did he really care about voting or smoking. Instead, Liam looked on at his senior year with anticipation.
"Hurry up, fatass. I swear, if you don't lace up any faster, we will be late. If coach makes us run, I will whoop you," Daniel promised. Even though they still had a few minutes before practice started, he flipped Liam the bird as he jogged down to track, anyway, and assembled the rest of the team to stretch prior to the coaches' arrival.
It was August 1st, and official practice had commenced for Boy's High School Soccer. Unofficially, the boys at Central High had spent 3 hours a day, 6 days a week, from the time school had let out the previous year to now running strength and conditioning drills. However, as per high school athletics regulation, the coaches were not allowed to attend.
Liam caught up with the group just as they circled up.
"Nice of you to join us, princess. Why don't you lead us in our ritual?" Daniel laughed, along with a few of the other players. He then snapped a mock salute towards Liam as he moved to the center of the circle.
It was all in good fun, Liam knew. Take a look at any boy's high school soccer team and you'll find the same kind of grab-assery, and, under the false-homoeroticism, teasing, and name calling, a strong sense of camaraderie. With the exception of a few freshmen, many of these boys had played together for years. They had each other's backs, on and off the field.
"One, two, three, four..."
Liam counted off each static stretch the team did before leading them on a half-mile jog up, and back down, the long, gently-sloping hill the campus was built on. Daniel was, of course, right next to Liam, at the front of the pack. For all his false bravado, Daniel was an excellent leader. His athleticism, skill, and natural charm commanded the respect of the varsity, and JV, players.
The team arrived back on the field in a haphazard cluster, but they arrived together. As stated previously, they had worked hard through the hot months to stay in peak shape. They weren't the largest or most physical team, but every single one them had speed and strength belied by their seemingly innocuous size.
Head Coach Jon Reed and Assistant Coach James Watt were waiting for the team, and they took note of how Liam, and Daniel, easily controlled the rowdy group.
"Those two really do lead this team, in more ways than one," Watt said to his colleague. "I heard they also got every player to attend the off-season workouts."
"They've been together for years. Hell, they're closer to each other than a set of twins," Reed replied. He, too, was proud of the way Liam and Daniel had stepped up in the past two years. Reed and Watt had only recently been hired in an attempt to revitalize Central's soccer team. There, football was the main sport. It brought in the most money, so it got the most funding. Soccer was more of an afterthought, so it wasn't difficult for the overqualified Reed and equally seasoned Watt to get hired.
