Naked Hero - The Journey Away

novice and unsure of himself at first, but Lewis was sure they’d be compatible in the sack, although that would have to be established – something to look forward to and try numerous times. Perhaps a holiday would be called for – a week of endless experimental sex just to be sure they were right for each other before a commitment was made...
    And then what! The fantasy made real with benefits thrown in?
    Why not? Even the platonic version had a huge appeal, spending time with his idol, getting to know him really well, learning so much from this sophisticated man. And with this new angle on the deal, Lewis could do some teaching as well, although hopefully it wouldn’t be long before Scott was up to speed, doing what came natural with that incredible tool he possessed. And as an added bonus, Lewis would get the best possible coach for his tennis. It was one hell of a proposition, and one not to be sneezed at lightly. But this affair would be a discreet one, at least in the beginning - a relationship kept away from public view, masked under the guise of player coach.
    There was the downside – the need for secrecy for an indeterminate period! But how long exactly – that was the big question. As he fiddled with the remains of his meal, Lewis reasoned that it must have taken Scott a huge amount of courage to say what he did. Perhaps having made that step, a further one would not be so difficult – and then the fantasy would be complete. Six months would surely be enough and then they could declare themselves – another confession on Centre Court having regained his Wimbledon title. Now that would really make a perfect day!
    These thoughts went through Lewis’s mind as he listened to Scott opening up about his life. His marriage, the awareness that he wanted something else, but how he had put his tennis career first. How he had felt driven to encounter Lewis, and the immediate attraction he experienced on meeting him. How for the first time in his life he wanted to take the plunge and satisfy a long held curiosity.
    “God, all those times in the locker room!” blurted Lewis, suddenly realising that it was a two way thing. “Were you checking me out like I was you?”
    “Yeah, then jerking myself off thinking about it later,” Scott admitted.
    Once again an image flashed through Lewis’s mind. Scott Taylor certainly knew how to tease a boy! It was too agonising to bear. “Are you sure we can’t go back to your room? My balls are ready to explode.”
    Scott grinned through his blush. “Yeah, I know how you feel, but patience, Lewis... after the final, that’s what you need to get your head around now.”
    Lewis leered at him in a hideously suggestive manner, which would have got him thrown out if it were to be spotted by a neighbouring diner. “I know what I want to get my head round right now - and it’s not the tennis final, that can wait till the morning.”
    Resolve almost evaporated with the suggestion, and the smile that now replaced the lustful leer. The trepidation that Scott had felt had gone, but prudence was still there to steer him down the same path. “You’ve got practice tomorrow, and you need your rest. There’s a big final ahead and those opportunities don’t come along every day - trust me. We’ll have our time. Come on, I’ll get the cheque.”
    They shared a taxi back to the Langham, which Lewis would take on to the house alone. Sitting on the back seat, Scott kept his distance, betraying his unease by talking too much. Lewis politely engaged with him verbally, but his mind was elsewhere. He wanted to slide his hand over and engage in a more interesting way. But of course he resisted. He knew that Scott would be well pissed off if he tried anything like that in public. The price of fame could be high indeed!
    Carnal t houghts concerning Scott stayed with Lewis as he was driven from the Langham to the house, until suddenly in his frustration a different thought occurred. Unlike the American, his English friend wouldn’t have been so coy, and the chances were that right at this moment, some lucky young lad was benefitting from the wealth of experience and lack of inhibitions that went with the perfect body. Lewis felt jealous, but was unsure as to why. Was it jealousy because Lee would be in bed with someone and he was not, or was it because Lee would be in bed with someone and it wasn’t him?
    He knew right at that moment Lee Porter would have to go if there was ever to be