Yeah, I sound corny as hell and a total sap, but guess what? I have it fucking BAD for Luke Micucci.
After that talk, the guys still teased him, but when I gave them a look they knew to back down. Well, most of the time. Leo was still a douchebag.
A month or so before Luke and I started hooking up, there was an incident in the locker room. The guys were joking around after practice as usual, trading teasing insults and bumping shoulders. They were all rowdy, but by this point I was settled into being Captain and glad I earned their respect. They always knew not to take it too far, especially when it came to Luke. Not after I gave them a stern talking to.
“Damn, I’m fucking beat! What the fuck was Coach thinking, having us train then practice immediately afterwards? Man, leg day is fucked.” Devon complained. Earlier this year, we were stripping out of uniforms after practice, ready to hit the showers.
“Hey man, no pain no gain right? And I think you need a lot more to gain, chicken legs,” Leo snickered.
Leo was kind of right. Devon was one of the smaller guys on the team.
“Fuck you man, we can’t all bulk up overnight like Micucci over here. How the fuck do you have legs like that bro?”
Luke turned around and grinned. “What? Are you talking about my ass? You guys give me shit about it, but I know deep down you want glutes like these.” As if to prove his point, Luke stepped out of his pants and turned his backside towards us. He flexed his glutes a few times, framed perfectly in his dirty jockstrap, and I had to pinch myself to stop drooling.
Leo went up to Luke and gave his ass a pat. Instead of reacting and pulling away, like most guys would, Luke just laughed. “Bro, what the fuck? This thing is massive and rock solid. Bigger than a goddamn basketball.”
Luke laughed again, but I started to notice little twinges of discomfort. They were microscopic, but I was an expert in Luke’s body language by this point. I watched carefully as I stripped nude. Suddenly, Luke made eye contact with me.
“Man, it’s no big deal. It’s not that fucking special. I mean, have you seen Sammy’s arms?”
The rest of the guys turned to me, and I raised an eyebrow in question. Where was Luke going with this?
He came up to me, saying, “Bro, show these guys. You’ve been hitting the arms hard, your guns are way more impressive than my ass.”
I grinned. I mean, I try to stay pretty modest, but couldn’t deny that my arms were my best feature. Lean but strong, with the perfect peak when I flexed, which I did. Luke poked at the tight ball of my bicep.
“Seriously, bro, it’s rock solid,” Luke said, then followed up with a damn under his breath. Then, he wrapped his hand around my bicep and gave it a squeeze. What the actual fuck?
“Uh, Luke?” I said, but Luke was lost in his own world.
“And damn, I wish I had fucking abs like these. Like a cheesegrater,” Luke said, as he ran his hand over my abs, lightly grazing them with his fingertips. Every time I felt the slightest touch, I shivered and felt a jolt to my dick. Holy fuck, if I got hard from this, there is no way even Captain Oblivious aka Luke Micucci wouldn’t figure out what was going on.
“Uh, bro…?” I tried to get Luke to stop. The other guys were watching us, eyes wide. Some of them turned their backs, I guess to give us privacy. What the fuck was going on?
Luke was lost in thought, just consumed by looking at and lightly touching my muscles. I could stop flexing, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted Luke to touch me, more than anything. So I would take advantage of this, then probably go fuck a chick to get all this sexual tension out of my system.
“Damn, that’s solid,” Luke said in a whisper as he rested his hand on my abs. His touch was getting bolder, and it felt like there was this spark between us. I wasn’t imagining it. I looked down to confirm. I was at half-mast, the only thing keeping my dick from going rock hard was my willpower of steel. Luke, on the other hand, was definitely sporting a semi. Now, I could excuse my boner by saying it was just from the sensation of almost kind of getting groped. But why would Luke get hard from doing the touching? Unless…
I looked up, our eyes meeting. Luke looked at me, licking his lips. Oh, fuck, this was going to happen. I leaned forward and-
“What are you guys doing standing around? Hit the showers so we can go home!” Coach came into the locker room, his booming voice shattering whatever spell Luke was in. He pulled away from me suddenly, gave me a trademark grin like the last few minutes never even happened, and went to the showers with the rest of the guys.
What the actual fucking fuck?
That weird tension in the locker room was messing with my head. I had no idea how to recreate it. Luke just went back to behaving how we always did – slightly more handsy than most guys, but definitely nowhere near our almost-grope session.
I needed to do something. I was more confident than ever that Luke was at least interested. I could probably convince him to jerk off together, and then things might progress from there. That wouldn’t be too weird? Guys looking at porn together, jerking off. It’s not gay if we’re not touching.
I was building up the courage to make my move when my entire plan was turned upside down. Because Luke Micucci walked into school, somehow his ass seemingly had grown two sizes overnight. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, somehow those cakes got even bigger, and bouncier too. And worst of all, oblivious Luke was wearing a pair of shorts so fucking tight and stretchy that it hugged every single curve, almost exposing the bottom of his cheeks, the material riding up a little in the crevice between them.
I could tell something was going on with Luke. He felt off, like he was uncomfortable. Maybe he was thrown for a loop because of his booty gains. Luke always had an easy time building up his glutes, but I swore that yesterday Luke’s ass was slightly smaller. Coach must have him on some crazy supplements, or maybe he’s just been going hard at the gym.
And for some fucking reason I suggested to Luke that we measure his glutes. I tried to play it off that I was messing with him, even teasing him a little as we walked to the weight room, but inside I was overflowing with lust.
I could tell I was freaking Luke out a little. I had to reign my shit in. But I just lost control. When those big round perfect fucking globes are in my face, and my hands so close, what else am I going to do other than give them a squeeze. Considering Luke’s near molestation of me in the locker room, it was only fair, after all.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about Luke’s ass. I’m pretty sure I took no notes for the rest of my classes that day. I had no idea what was going on, but I could tell something was changing. And not just the size of Luke’s ass. The way he reacted when I grabbed his cakes earlier… Luke fucking liked it, I could tell.
A few days later, I decided to make my move. Maybe tell him I needed a closer look. Get him comfortable. Was it underhanded and a bit sleazy? Yeah, but I had to play my cards right. I couldn’t come on too strong, or I could ruin what Luke and I had.