**All characters are over the age of 18.**
Swish.
Another three-pointer sunk into the basket. My classmates cheered, although they could hardly be surprised. I led my high school's basketball team to the playoffs for the last three years and I intended to do the same this year. I already dominated on courts where the other team's talent had also earned them a spot in the playoffs, of course I was going to annihilate the group of nothings playing in this gym class.
"Nice one, Erik!"
"Beautiful!"
"Fuckin' sick, dude!"
"Watch your language, Davidson!" the teacher yelled as my classmates sang my praises. Honestly, I was used to this level of attention. Being an athlete year-round gave me muscles that guys are jealous of and girls drool over, and it helped that I was particularly gifted at basketball. Enough that I've been featured on the local news a handful of times and have had several colleges scouting me since my sophomore year.
"Thanks, guys," I said to the room in general. I looked around, meeting the eyes of the whole class as they smiled and clapped for me. Well, *almost* the whole class. Aspen, the class nerd, was sitting on the bottom bleacher reading a book and paying no attention to me or the game. He was short and lanky with almost no muscle on him. He had long, dark brown hair that hung down to his eyebrows, which he would often absentmindedly brush to the side. He'd also worn glasses as long as I can remember, although thankfully they weren't so thick that they made his eyes appear abnormally large. We'd been in the same class since fourth grade, and he never showed an interest in sports. Every time we picked teams, he would try his hardest to be invisible so he could be the alternate and sit on the bench and read. When he did play, he jogged on the sidelines and jumped out of the way of any ball that came near him.
Still, even though our interests were clearly different, the fact that he never watched me, never even looked my way when everyone else was clearly focused on me irked me a little. I wanted him to be as impressed by me as everyone else. I wasn't even sure why since I had never cared much about anyone else's opinions. If I looked at this kid sternly he'd probably piss himself, and yet I couldn't stand that he didn't adore me.
"Alright guys, time's up. Go get cleaned up!" Mr. Bradford called out. I jogged over and grabbed the basketball off the floor and put it away. I stole a quick glance at Aspen, who was reluctantly placing a bookmark in his book and standing up to follow the herd of boys into the locker room. I pretended to be focused on the rack of sporting equipment until he passed me, and then followed him into the locker room.
Several of the boys were already in various states of undress as the got ready to shower. "Man, that was a sweet shot, Erik," John said as he pulled off his sweaty t-shirt. John had been one of my best friends since elementary school and was frequently my co-captain on the sports that we played, except basketball. I was the sole captain of the boys' basketball team last year and would probably be again this year.
"Thanks, John. You know I just like showing off for you," I said with a wink. John smirked at me as he pulled down his boxers, revealing his cut cock that I knew from experience was a good seven inches when it was hard.
What most people didn't know is that John and I had fooled around a few times. We started before either of us had begun dating under the guise that it was practice for when we had girlfriends. We didn't end up doing much together, mostly just masturbated in each other's presence and occasionally jerked each other off while porn played on one of our phones. It never progressed because we were both to "straight" to admit that we wanted to try more, but it did teach me one important thing: I didn't hate a guy touching me.
