Baseball Tryouts

Hunter. 17 years old. Closeted gay guy.
Brad. 17 years old. Straight asshole.
Setting: Baseball team/school

From the moment Hunter laid eyes on Brad, two feelings rushed through his body. Hatred and absolute lust. Brad’s cocky attitude made him one of the biggest assholes that Hunter had ever met, but his arrogant smirk that he wore every day was enough to make Hunter’s knees buckle. At 17, Brad had one of the most beautiful bodies that Hunter had ever seen. His shaggy dirty blonde hair framed his boyish face with his stunning green eyes. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were enough to drive Hunter wild, not to mention his chiseled torso and sun kissed skin leaving the faintest of tan lines around the faint V leading down to his most prized possession.

Hunter had been going to school with Brad since freshman year, giving him plenty of opportunity to see Brad’s perfect body in the gym locker room. Hunter had known he was gay for a few years now, but he did his best to hide it. He was already out casted at school and didn’t need another reason to be exiled from the rest of the high school crowd.

Hunter walked down the hall and soon approached Brad and his crew of arrogant jocks. He just kept his head down and continued to walk past them to avoid any communication whatsoever.

“Hi Hunter,” said Brad in a girly, taunting voice. Hunter just kept walking past the boys without even acknowledging them. Brad grabbed his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“Faggot, I’m talking to you.” Brad said in a deep, intimidating voice this time. Hunter hated him more than anything but the firm grip that Brad had on his shoulder made Hunter’s cock begin to harden in his jeans.
“You coming to baseball tryouts, Princess?” Brad joked. Hunter was not at all the athletic type and he did not need Brad to remind him of that. Brad gave Hunter a sly wink as he broke free from his grip and continued down the hall.

As Hunter stormed off, he couldn’t help but think of how much of an asshole Brad was. Sure, he was gorgeous but he was a total prick to everyone. Hunter them remembered what Brad had said about baseball tryouts. Maybe he would go. It would just be another chance to watch Brad undress in the locker room.

After the last bell rang in the afternoon and everyone emptied the hallways of the school, Hunter shyly made his way into the locker room.