"We do not believe this is an isolated incident," the head investigator said to reporters outside Hamilton Southeastern High School. "We'll be looking at the entire athletic department and ... possibly the administration as a whole. We ask for your cooperation while we look into every allegation. Due to the nature of the allegations we won't be taking questions at this time."
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Years earlier ...
It was early in the school year and Nathan Harmon was nervous, as he approached the athletic training room. It had been an eventful senior year for the black student. He was a few months past his eighteenth birthday and he had just played his first game starting at safety on the Hamilton Southeastern varsity football team.
After his classes, he was told to head into the training room because he was getting a lot more varsity minutes. His varsity coaches encouraged him to keep his muscles loose before practice. Nathan's heart was beating fast as he pulled open the door.
As he entered the semi-crowded athletic trainer's room, all the heads turned his direction, making his stomach turn. Nathan was never one for attention. He'd transferred during his sophomore year and he was happy to disappear into the school's large class size. The football field was the only place Nathan didn't mind the spotlight.
The athletic room was semi-spacious and Nathan always thought it had the feel of a doctor's office, with comfortable benches built into the walls and a smell of hand sanitizer.
While a few Wildcat players from various sports completed their pre-practice treatments, Nathan's eyes were immediately drawn to the woman taping up one of the volleyball player's ankles.
Shelly Stratus was the school's twenty-five year old athletic trainer. Shelly was a 5'5 white woman, with tanned skin, chunky cheeks and a wide smile. She held a bachelor's degree in kinesiology and a master's in education.
Today her brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun and she was wearing soft blue eyeshadow. She turned when she heard the door open, her stressed face relaxing and then beaming when she saw the 6'1 senior.
"Nathan! Hi! Over there," she said briskly pointing to an athletic massaging table in the back corner of the training room.
As she went back to work on the player's ankles, Nathan stole a longing glance at Shelly's shapely legs and round booty wrapped snugly in her blue jeans. Shelly's thighs were thick, yet toned, still in shape from her days as All-State softball player.
Nathan set his gym bag down and took off his hoodie and his sweatpants. Now down to his tank top and compression shorts, Nathan hopped onto the massage table. Shelly finished up with the young girl's ankles before moving around the room and checking that the other players' medical needs were met.
Nathan's eyes darted around the room. His teammates all smirked in his direction and one even winked at him as he worked on his sports gear. Nathan reached for a towel and covered his lap while he waited.
Once satisfied the other students were taken care of, the athletic trainer turned her attention to Nathan.
"So, what are we working on today, handsome?" Shelly said, coming over to the senior and immediately pulling the towel off of his legs and setting it aside.
"Um..Coach said.." Nathan started, his words fighting through the lump in his throat. "Coaches said I need to get loose before practices."
"That's right!" Shelly beamed, her small soft hands resting on Nathan's thighs. "We can't have you gettin' stiff out there, now that you're getting starting minutes. Why don't you lay down and get comfortable and we'll start the message."
Nathan did his best to nonchalantly turn onto his stomach. The athletic room still had a few players. The girl in the far corner was testing out her newly taped ankle and some his teammates were clearly lollygagging before heading out to the practice field.
Shelly returned to Nathan's side rubbing athletic massage oil into her hands.
"So have you been experiencing any tightness or soreness since the game?" Shelly asked, placing her hands at Nathan's calves.
"Mmm...nah," Nathan grunted, from his stomach. "I've been pretty good an—"
"You were all over the field Friday," Shelly said, rubbing the backside of Nathan's legs. "I'm sure you need some attention here."
As she squeezed the back of Nathan's hamstrings and massaged his calves, Shelly sensed the student beginning to relax under her professional touch. She continued to ask him about his muscles, being sure to compliment his first varsity performance.
"I'm sure you'll play better the next time you are out there," she encouraged. "Never a doubt you could make an impact, was there?"
Shelly moved up to his back, and suggested he take off his tank top so she could relax his shoulder muscles. He lifted up awkwardly and Shelly quickly pulled off his tank top. Nathan's heart was pounding, but he thought Shelly's hands were like magic on his back muscles, as she rubbed away his stress.
He closed his eyes listening to the other students as they talked, packed up and began to leave the room. As his mind drifted, the room was getting quieter and quieter.
"Go ahead and turn over," Shelly said softly.
Nathan did as he was told, turning over and realizing his huge erection bulging through his compression shorts. Nathan's stomach clenched. Shelly's back was turned, as she gathered more massage oil in her hands. Nathan looked around the room, quickly grabbed the towel and threw it over his groin, before laying back on the bench.
Only a few of the senior football players remained and they were packing up their things. As Shelly returned her soft, warm hand to Nathan's strong calf muscles, the two senior students made their way to the exit, shooting smirks Nathan's way and leaving the two alone.
Nathan laid his head back against the bench, trying to avoid looking at Shelly, while also hoping to relax during the massage. But as Shelly's smooth hand traveled under the towel and up his inner-thigh, thought's of relaxation were pushed from his mind.
"Hmmmm," she hummed, quietly with her hand moving into Nathan's groin.
