Naked Hero - The Journey Away

all. A quick glance was cast around to make sure no one was within earshot before clarification was sought. “Are you telling me that you like blokes as well as women... Sorry, maybe I’m getting you wrong.”
    Scott looked up. He was finding this excruciating, but the genie was out and he had to press on. “I’m not sure, Lewis... I’ve never... I’ve never been with a man, so I don’t really know. But that’s not to say I wouldn’t like to try. I’ve thought about it a lot recently – an awful lot over the past ten days, if you get my drift.”
    Lewis most certainly got his drift. His eyes finally opened, it smacked him in the face like a heavyweight’s fist. “Shit. I don’t know what to say.”
    Scott let out a nervous laugh. “Say you’re not interested - that it wouldn’t happen, and then we can leave it at that.”
    A number of images flashed through Lewis’s shell-shocked mind: a hand ruffling his hair with what seemed like real affection; a manly hirsute chest that he found a real turn on; gorgeous legs with thunderous thighs that led to the most incredible ass; and a fabulous flaccid dick that he’d love to see hard. On several occasions that had been his inspiration and now it could be his for real. There was a twinge of guilt, but what the hell, because other images were also being replayed in his head - two men having sex in a cubicle in Sydney, and a body perfect Englishman pounding at some lad as Australia Day fireworks lit up the sky and muffled their orgasmic cries. These things went through Lewis’s mind, and made it up for him very quickly. Three weeks without sex was a heck of a long time and this was too good a chance to pass.
    “I’m not going to lie. Of course I’m interested. Sod the meal! We can go back to your hotel room right now if you want.”
    It was barely credible to Scott that his heart could beat any faster than it had been doing for the past few minutes, but it managed to do so as he heard these words. Excitement and trepidation spurred it on - the relief he also felt was having no calming influence. His eyes darted to Lewis who stood at the other side of the sexual abyss, beckoning Scott to join him - at least for an encounter that no one would know about, for he would never have raised this if he doubted Lewis’s discretion in that respect. One more step and he would have crossed that particular line then perhaps find more courage and go all the way. But it was a step that he would not take tonight - too many factors held him back.
    “That wouldn’t be a good idea,” said Scott. “The press would be all over us.”
    “And is that a problem?” asked Lewis, knowing the answer, realising that some things hadn’t changed.
    “It would be best to keep things quiet for a while. You don’t need that sort of pressure just now.”
    “I have that sort of pressure for breakfast every day. It doesn’t bother me any more... but it bothers you... of course it does. I’ve been in the same situation, so I understand.”
    It was Lewis’s eyes that now sank to his food, pulled down there by the weight of reality. Scott wanted to reach out and take his hand but propriety held him back. “Let’s wait until after the final,” he urged. “Once the media interest in you has died down, we can talk this through, and see how it might work out.”
    “How it might work out?” echoed Lewis looking back up. “It’s sounding awfully complicated. Why talk? For someone who hasn’t dabbled as yet, I would have thought the first thing you’d want was confirmation that you liked it and what role you preferred. We might not click, although somehow I doubt that... Sorry, I’m embarrassing you. I know it can’t be easy.”
    Lewis left it at that for the time being. He wasn’t going to react further without thinking it through – and there was plenty to think about. This was a lot more than a fling with his idol that was being proposed – a night of passion, introducing Scott to the joys of man on man sex – nervy, fumbling, perhaps awkward at times, but unquestionably a whole bundle of fun. With the assets Scott boasted, how could it not be? But it was clear that Scott was thinking way beyond that. He was considering taking over from Jim as coach, so they could be in this for the long haul, not just a few shags. It was an affair that was being proposed before they’d even had sex - ridiculous in this modern promiscuous age, but full of attraction. He might be a