Noah and I spent many of the weekends following the skinny dipping incident, sleeping over at each-others houses. I still wasn't completely comfortable with Noah sleeping at my place, so I usually tried to think of some elaborate way to get us both out of the house day and night. The third weekend after our trip to the beach, the two of us took a bus up to Nelson Bay and climbed Tomaree Mountain on Saturday afternoon, stayed on a random beach Saturday night, and went window shopping on Sunday morning.
When I slept over at Noah's house in contrast, we spent much of our time in his bedroom. We watched movies, read comics, played board games, and even 'borrowed' Noah's fathers Walkman one night.
I cherished these weekends more than I had probably ever cherished anything in my life. The whole week, from Monday to Friday (though usually difficult as it was), I was thinking of what we would get up to after the bell rang on Friday afternoon. Along with everything else however, school was also a fair bit easier. Noah would come and find me in the library every couple of days and we would simply spend the whole lunch hour annoying the librarian as much as possible without getting kicked out. I often wondered why Noah would dare to meet me in such a public place in the school. Then I supposed, the library could hardly be called public. Only a handful of students ever went anywhere near the place. Noah probably thought that the chances of his footy, swimming and surfing mates ever setting foot in the library was very fine indeed.
Our footy training was also becoming more intense. Our first game was only a week away and I would have to admit that I was slightly nervous. I could practice with around twenty other guys sure, that was no big deal. The game however would attract whole families, fans of the sport and many other people that I would probably know from school.
It was with these nerves that I held the last practice match before the first game on a Tuesday evening. I started practice no problem, despite the disappointing fact that Noah hadn't turned up. It was after fifteen minutes when we were practicing tacking with punching bags that I gave up any hope that he would show. I was a bit upset, but my team was alright enough to get along with. No-one hated me at least, despite the fact that they were maybe a bit more 'manly' then I was used to.
When the practice ended, the team headed for the change rooms. It had been a particularly muddy field owing to the rain that had fallen for most of the day. I was just thinking about how difficult it might be to get all the mud out of my thighs when I heard running water. I looked up and saw what I suspected. Nathan, one of the more unembarrassed members of the team was standing under the shower-head in his footy gear. I wouldn't really have been surprised, but I had never seen the showers being used before. When some of my teammates stepped into the large square of shower heads too, I decided that I may as well join them and get all of the mud out of the cracks.
Realising it was heated, I stepped under a warm stream of water and watched as most of the team left, mainly due to the large honking sound coming from outside indicating that impatient family members were waiting in their cars. I remained with four other guys, one of them being the short, blonde haired Nathan which at this point had taken his shirt off. Lachlan to my right followed, as did Tom to my left.
I had to think for a moment whether it was appropriate to take my shirt off as well. Of course it was, I had just never been exposed to communal showers before. So I shrugged and pulled my shirt over my head as the guys talked about our chances in the match on Saturday.
'We'll fucking smash them ay.' Nathan said, 'Plough them good.'
'Like I did to your mum's pussy last night?' Tom smirked as Lachlan laughed.
'Fuck off man.'
'I'd so go there, she has the best rack.' Lachlan said, staring almost into space.
'I said, "fuck off".' Nathan said, though he was smiling.
It was with a certain amount of shock at this moment that I realised that Noah was pulling his shorts down and (my heart skipped a beat) he was suddenly fully naked. A boner sprang in my shorts immediately as Tom started to lower his shorts as well.
'Fuck yeh, remember that time,' said Tom, 'when his mum was laying on her bed naked when we were like thirteen, and we watched her sleep for ages. Fucking hell, I still wank over that.'
'You're fucking sick man.' Lachlan said, laughing hysterically.
I was still glancing at the two dicks only metres from me. Nathans wasn't small, but it was flaccid. His pubic hair damp, his balls hanging low in the warm water. Tom and Lachlan on the other hand, seemed to be struggling to hold back boners in all the talk of Nathans mum.
