Free Into The Team by Rob Damon

soft bunch of what could only be the man’s balls.
    Jason slipped his hands slowly around Todd’s sides, his fingers reaching for his pecs. Looking across the pool Todd saw Craig, now seated, relaxing against Wayne, while the captain’s arms wrapped around him, his hands invisible beneath the water.
    This can’t be happening.
    Jason’s fingers spread out across his chest and delicately stroked his nipples. Todd felt blood begin to flow into his groin; his cock awakened. No, it can’t be; this isn’t me .
    “I think I’m done,” he said and moved forward. “Thanks.”
    As Jason’s hands disappeared from him, he turned back to see the older player nodding with a friendly smile. He looked neither disappointed nor angry, just accepting. Todd waded across the pool to the other side.
    “Good luck tomorrow,” he said, and lifted himself from the water. He walked down the short corridor feeling numb. At the lockers, Leo and Josh stood half dressed. In silence, Todd went to his locker.

7
    Todd left the locker room and rushed along the corridor, feeling the ache of his brow as he frowned. In all his time of playing the game he’d never had an experience like he’d had just now. Of course, teammates could be tactile with one another, sure they could massage each other, and hug, and they certainly did a fair bit of kissing on and off the pitch. But never once had another player’s erection been pressed against his buttocks, never once had he known two players stroke and feel each other in a way most men reserve for their girls.
    Could it be possible that the players of the greatest team in the country were secretly gay for each other? There’s no way .
    He turned the corner fast and bumped into Aiden Marshall. The boss grabbed his shoulders.
    “Steady, lad. Why the rush?”
    Todd stepped back, apologized, and went to move around him. But the boss gripped him with a firm hand.
    “What’s with the frown?” he asked in a sharp, controlling tone.
    Todd looked up to see eyes showing the concern of a father to a troubled child.
    “Oh, nothing boss,” he said. “I…”
    But was it nothing? He gazed down the corridor. The locker room door was closed and unremarkable, but Todd couldn’t help wonder what was going on behind it. Was it all a practical joke? Surely not - no group of men would go to those lengths to tease the new boy.
    “It doesn’t look like nothing,” the boss said, holding Todd by the arm.
    Todd stared at him, his head full of those words spoken to him just a few days ago whilst out on the field, and he wondered if this was one of those issues he could go to the boss with. Or maybe this was the kind of thing the players didn’t tell the boss, only kept amongst themselves. So if he said anything, he could be breaking some unspoken rule.
    But what if this was exactly the type of thing he should tell the boss. If distractions were going on between the players, that could be bad for the game.
    But he knew it was too sensitive, and possibly none of anyone’s business.
    “Lads giving you a hard time?” Aiden asked, raising his eyes.
    Todd feared that saying anything would cause trouble, and the man in front of him would not tolerate that. He shook his head.
    “No, it’s nothing.”
    But he couldn’t stop his frown. And right now he felt so puzzled he just needed someone to clear things up.
    “I…”
    He couldn’t say it. For one thing, those lads in that locker room had been at this club for many years. They had won trophies, walked all over the big teams of Europe, scored countless, never-to-be-forgotten goals. There was no way he should be saying anything to the boss. Besides, the boss would likely not believe him, and if he did, it would just cause a load of trouble and there would be only one outcome - it wouldn’t be Jason Collier being asked to leave the team, that’s for sure.
    “I have to go,” Todd said and tried to get around the boss again.
    But Aiden gripped him harder.
    “Come