Chapter 2: The Locker Room Discovery
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The locker room air was thick with the sharp tang of sweat and the faint metallic echo of slamming doors. Brent’s fingers trembled slightly as he twisted the combination lock, the cold metal biting into his skin. He could feel the weight of Shawn’s gaze burning into his back, and he shifted awkwardly, trying to angle himself away. The pills had done something, alright—something he wasn’t sure he could hide much longer.
“Dude, you gonna live in there?” Shawn’s voice cut through the noise, booming with that same careless confidence that made Brent’s stomach knot. The clap on his shoulder was firm enough to make him stumble, and he caught himself on the edge of the locker. “Hurry up, man. Pre-game’s not gonna wait for your slow ass.”
Brent mumbled something incoherent, his cheeks burning as he yanked the locker open. He grabbed his towel, draping it over his arm in what he hoped looked casual. His shorts felt tighter than usual, and he could already feel the fabric straining in a way that made his pulse quicken. Shawn wasn’t stupid—he’d notice eventually.
Shawn was already peeling off his shirt, the muscles in his chest and arms rippling with every movement. Brent tried to keep his eyes down, but it was impossible not to notice the way Shawn’s jockstrap clung to him, the bulge beneath it impossible to ignore. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.
“You been working out, man?” Shawn asked, flexing his bicep in a way that felt almost performative. “You look… different.” Brent froze, his heart slamming against his ribs. This was it. The moment he’d been dreading—or maybe secretly hoping for.
“Just trying to keep up with you, I guess,” Brent muttered, his voice barely audible. He tossed the towel over his shoulder, hoping it would buy him a few seconds of cover. But Shawn wasn’t letting it go that easily.
Shawn chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, like distant thunder. “Yeah, well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working.” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as they dropped to Brent’s crotch. “Seriously, though, what’s going on down there?”
Before Brent could react, Shawn’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of fabric right over his crotch. The sudden pressure made Brent gasp, his face flaming. “Wow,” Shawn said, his voice dropping to a low whistle. “What happened to you?”
“Dude, what the hell!?” Brent jerked back, but Shawn’s grip was unyielding, his fingers pressing insistently against the growing hardness beneath the fabric. His heart pounded in his ears, a mix of embarrassment and something else he couldn’t quite name.
Shawn released him with a grin, but his eyes stayed fixed on Brent’s crotch, a curious glint in them. “No, seriously, man. That’s… impressive. You been juicing?”
“No!” Brent’s voice came out sharper than he intended, and he winced at how defensive he sounded. “It’s… nothing. Just a good day, I guess.” He cringed at the lameness of his own excuse, but Shawn didn’t seem to buy it.
Shawn stepped closer, his towering frame blocking the fluorescent locker room lights, casting his face in shadow.
"A good day?" Shawn smirked as he dragged his jeans down his thick thighs, kicking them aside. "You weren’t packing like that in the showers last week." The scent of musk and soap filled Brent’s lungs as Shawn hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his jockstrap. Brent’s pulse pounded in his ears like a drumbeat.
Brent couldn’t tear his eyes away when Shawn peeled the fabric down, revealing his heavy cock swinging free. Even soft it was thick, nestled in coarse black curls, the flushed head jutting out of its sheath. Beads of precum glistened at the slit. Shawn gripped himself lazily, giving his shaft a slow tug as he watched Brent’s reaction.
"Like what you see?" Shawn murmured, and Brent realized with horror that he was rock-hard now, his dick straining against his shorts. Shawn noticed immediately, licking his lips as he stepped closer. "Fuck man..." His hot palm cupped Brent through the fabric, squeezing roughly.
When Brent whimpered, Shawn chuckled darkly and unfastened his shorts with deft fingers. They pooled around Brent’s ankles, exposing his swollen cock twitching in the humid air. "Damn," Shawn whistled, wrapping his fist around Brent’s shaft. Brent gasped—no one had ever touched him like this, with such shameless hunger.
Shawn’s hands were rough from lifting, callouses dragging deliciously along Brent’s sensitive skin. He jerked him off slowly at first, thumbing the leaking head before quickening his pace. Brent’s knees nearly buckled when Shawn abruptly dropped to his knees and swallowed him whole. The wet heat was overwhelming, Shawn’s tongue flattening against his vein as he bobbed.
“Jesus fuck!” Brent cried, fists clenching as Shawn deepthroated him effortlessly. Shawn pulled off with an obscene pop, grinning up at Brent before reaching into his gym bag and producing a strange device. "Want to get even bigger?" he purred, displaying the pump. Brent could only whimper as Shawn sealed the plastic over his throbbing cock and flipped the switch. The suction was incredible—sharp pain tipping over into pleasure—as his dick swelled impossibly larger beneath Shawn’s hungry gaze