First Time With Coach

An 18 year old young man’s first true love…
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The only sound in the nearly deserted locker room came from the spray of the shower splattering on the tile after hitting the body of Ken Lanza, who up until last week was captain of the school soccer team.
Now a graduate, he was enjoying what was likely the last shower he would ever take in that locker room, and while he might have had some pangs of nostalgia over the passing of time, that wasn’t what was on his mind as he lathered up his body a second time. His thoughts were not on soccer, or the end of his high school days, but were focused on something entirely different.
Kenny was lingering as he often did, hoping and praying for his audience to appear, an observer who often would show up when he was showering alone. The observer never spoke and didn’t stay long – not nearly long enough – and Kenny never acknowledged the presence of the man peeking around from behind the wall of the drying room. Instead Kenny continued to shower as if no one was there, trying his best to pretend that he wasn’t aware of Coach Costas watching him rinse off.
It was why Kenny always chose the shower that made it easier for him to be seen, because that was what he wanted. He wanted Coach Costas to look at him and to see his body, but he also wanted him to do more. He wanted the man to come into the shower with him. He wanted him to touch him and teach him things, because there was so much that Kenny didn’t know. So much still to learn, and there was no one that Kenny wanted to learn from more than his long-time coach.
Inevitably, Coach Costas...