The Tease - Part 3

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Okay, maybe one more after this... 

“Dylan’s going to sub in for you”.

The words felt like nails on a chalkboard. Everybody in the locker room stopped what they were doing, some of them half naked, some of them full naked, but they all stopped and gawped.

“No” I said, shaking my head, because although I had expected the response, I was never going to be happy with it. “I can play, Coach. It’s just my wrist!”.

“You know the rules, Adrian” he replied, “one wrong fall and your mom’s gonna be over here busting my ass. I’m sorry, kid, but you’re out”.

Coach left the room and in a daze of fury and bitterness, I sat down on one of the benches and wasn’t sure whether to cry or go find Dylan and try to beat his ass.

“That sucks, man” Connor said, patting my shoulder, “but don’t sweat about it. With Dylan on the team, we’ll definitely win”.

With a clenched jaw I glared at him, and he quietened down quickly. A few minutes later, Golden Boy appeared with a smug grin on his stupid face.

“What are you so happy about?” I asked, as he dropped his backpack onto the bench next to me. He looked down, smirked and ignored me as he turned back to David.

What the fuck was his problem? First he humiliates me, then he breaks my wrist, then he fucking fondles me, and now he ignores me?! I watched him for a moment as he undressed. Not purposely or anything, I just couldn’t believe how ridiculous he was.

First his t-shirt. His body was covered in a river of dips and curves, where muscle bulged, and his golden skin was practically hairless. His shoes next, then socks. Even his fucking feet were nice. I scowled but continued watching as he spoke and stripped. When he stood in his white Calvins, I caught sight of the bulge at the front, and quickly turned my head.

There was no point in hanging around. Coach wouldn’t let me play, and so I’d only be punishing myself by watching Dylan take my position on the pitch. When the team left me alone, I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder and stopped at the door when an idea so brilliant hit me, that I wondered why I hadn’t thought of it before.

With a devious smile, I turned back and found Dylan’s pants in his bag. I took a look around before shoving them in my own bag and hurrying from the locker room. He’d been playing with me all day, and now it was time to play back.

I had spent most of the previous evening excitedly imagining the panic as Dylan searched through the entire locker room for his pants after practice. As cruel as it was, he deserved it.

Though, that hadn’t been the only thing on my mind that night. As I lay there, congratulating myself on the payback of the century, I couldn’t help but play over the events in the nurse’s office. Had he simply been fucking with me again? Maybe he was trying to find out if I was gay so he could tell the rest of the school, but it was certainly a weird way of doing it. Regardless, it had rocked me, and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

It was set to be a scorcher. Even by early morning, the sun was already blazing down on me as I walked to school. The previous two days had been a blip and nothing more. I was back to feeling myself, and despite the broken wrist, today was going to be a good day. I entered the school gates and was immediately hit with a sight that caused me to stop dead.

“Hey Adrian, over here!” Connor called from the bike shed, but I was too stunned by everything around me to move.

Young men strolled casually by me, bags on their shoulders, smiles on their faces. Some of them stood in small groups, chatting away like everything was completely normal. Guys pulled up in cars or on bikes. Walked to school with their girlfriend’s or pals, and not a single person wore a pair of pants.

I zombie-walked toward Connor, eyeing his white boxer briefs with horror, and stopped in front of him as he beamed.

“Crazy, huh?” He laughed, whacking my arm.

“W… What the fuck is this?” I asked, gawping around at the sea of half naked young men.

“Well it turns out that there’s no rules about wearing underwear to school” he chuckled, “and it’s just us seniors today, so we decided yesterday to let it all hang loose!”

I rubbed my eyes. This had to be some kind of fucking nightmare.

“B… But why?”

“Oh, some asshole took Dylan’s pants yesterday” he shrugged, “we all felt bad for the guy, but he thought it was the funniest shit in the world. He walked right out of the locker rooms in his undies, and so we decided in the group chat that we’d all show him some support today”.

It was too much to take in. As our principal began to freak out on the steps, I shook my head and tried to clear it.

“Wait” I said, snapping my head back, “what group chat?!”

Connor grimaced. “Oh, it’s um… It’s just for the final soccer match” he said, cringing, “it’s no big deal”.

“And Dylan’s in it?” I snapped.

As he opened his mouth to answer me, I felt two hands on my shoulders and spun around. There he was, looking as fucking spectacular as he always did. Damn I hated him.

“So this is your fault” I hissed, and looked down to find that he was also half naked.

“I’d say it’s the fault of whoever stole my pants” he smiled, just as David arrived, and unsurprisingly, wore only a shirt, underwear and trainers. I turned back to the guys.

“Well it’s dumb” I shrugged, “you’re all gonna get into major shit for this, so you should put on your damn pants”.

“Technically, we can’t get into shit for it” David explained, “there’s nothing in the rules that prohibits it. Dylan checked last night”.

Of course he did.

“Well…” My voice trailed off as I felt his hand on my back.

“How’s your wrist?” David continued, as I choked down a breath and felt his hand slip under my shirt. What the fuck was he doing?! I tried to keep my face as stoic as possible.

“F… Fine”.

“It sucks you can’t play, but Dylan–”

“Yeah, Dylan’s great” I snapped bitterly, and as I did, his hand pushed into the back of my pants, and he slowly groped my butt.

“Are you sure you’re good?” Connor asked, and I knew my face was burning bright red as Dylan continued to fondle my ass.

“Yeah, I um… I just need some water. It’s hot out”.

I shrugged Dylan off and walked away on my own. Sure, I wanted to be away from them, but the real reason I needed to leave was because of the erection in my pants.

What the fuck was happening to me?

It took less than an hour for every single male student to be sent home to change. As each of them were called out, I couldn’t help but feel like I was the one who was missing out. This was the type of stuff that I usually did. Dylan had taken my prank and turned it around completely. I watched him for most of the day, unsure whether I wanted to punch him or kiss him.

I’d never considered myself as bisexual or anything, but the feelings that Dylan was forcing out of me were making me feel like I was going insane! Sure, he was a handsome guy, but there were plenty of handsome guys around, and I’d never given any of them a second thought! Granted, none of them had ever stuck their hand down my pants, either.

Sandy was out, which meant that for the first time in my life, I ate lunch alone. I could have gone over to Connor and David, but they seemed quite content sitting with him. Minutes before the bell, I left for the toilet, and seconds after that, Dylan arrived.

“Can I have my pants back?” He asked as I peed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I lied.

He didn’t reply for a moment, but when he did, he was standing directly behind me.

“Do you think I won’t win this?” He whispered, and his warm breath on my neck made me shiver.

“W… Win what? This isn’t a competition, Dylan”.

“Isn’t it? Because it feels like you’re desperately trying to beat me at everything”.

I spun around, unbothered that I hadn’t even slipped my dick back into my pants, and glared at him. “I don’t need to beat you” I spat, “this isn’t some stupid little game”.

We stood inches from each other. Why the fuck did he have to be so damn good looking? His smile warmed his face, and he leaned a little closer.

“But I like playing games” he whispered, and his soft lips pressed against mine.