Naked Hero - The Journey Away

most other people heard a different message – including his idol, Scott Taylor.
    No answer appeared forthcoming as they arrived at the entrance to the practice courts’ locker room. Worried that he might have pushed too far and raised suspicion about his motivation, Scott put on his mentor cap and tried again using some justification this time around. “Sorry, I don’t want to pry into your personal life, but if you want me to help, and it’s there on the court, then I need to understand what’s going on in your head. That’s where the matches can be easily lost - in the head.”
    “You’re right there!” said Lewis, appreciating the reasoning. “Look, I need to think through what you’ve said before I can answer you on that. I’ll do it today - think about the match, and what happened around it, and then I’ll tell you tonight...” He paused and looked behind. Jim and Mike had veered off to the car park and were safely out of earshot. “I’m not sure if I can do it with Jim around, though. That sounds like a problem, doesn’t it?”
    Scott nodded. “I would say so. I’m guessing you and Jim have a few issues at the moment. Try and sort those out as well. But whatever you decide, don’t alienate him. He’s your best ally, and he thinks the world of you.”
    “I know! And I had a go at him yesterday as well. I feel bad about it, but I think we’re all right now. I’ll take it on board, what you’ve said.”
    “Good,” said Scott, as he patted Lewis’s shoulder, leaving his hand there for a moment before opening the locker room door.

Chapter 26
    There are actually several locker rooms at Melbourne Park. The most prestigious being the ones linked to the Rod Laver Arena, where even though he had never played there, Lewis had his own personal allocation. There are eighty-seven in total for the men, and they’re assigned to the top ranked eighty-seven players. For this year’s tournament, Tommy Jackson as the world’s leader was given first choice, and had taken number four as he was chasing his fourth Australian Open title. Other superstitions came into effect moving down the list, or occasionally vanity dictated proximity to a mirror, while the majority just took one at random. Lewis’s was at the far corner of the remotest aisle, tactfully discreet should he get the chance to use it. And he’d taken one similar in the practice court locker room, well away from the other guys who’d been in there that morning when he’d dropped off his kit.
    He headed towards it following his now customary routine: don’t look at anyone who might be naked, don’t give anyone the satisfaction of taking offence. And in this instance it was even more important that he behave himself and not embarrass his idol. Unfortunately that wasn’t going to be as easy as it could have been, because Scott followed him to the end aisle and stopped at his own locker which was only a few yards away on the same side!
    Lewis could scarcely believe it. He had dreamed of this scene as a horny young kid, jerking himself off as he imagined all sorts of things. And now here he was so close to the man, practically side by side as they started to strip. Lewis tried to behave and put on the blinkers, but the closeness of him, the sense of him, his rich sporty odour and the aura of Scott’s presence, all acted like magnets to the lad’s wayward eyes. Glances were sneaked as the top came off – just the merest glimpses, but they were more than enough to send Lewis into a tizzy. The American’s torso wasn’t perfect by any means – not pumped up with muscle like Lee and his boys, skin shaven to show it off to best advantage. There was fur on the chest, more auburn than ginger, and freckles where the skin wasn’t covered by hair, and if the truth be known a little layer of fat round the stomach, although not enough to disguise the ripped abs beneath. Rugged again was the impression created, and for Lewis Macleod as sexy as sin.
    It got better, it got worse: it became tormented ecstasy rolled into one as s horts came off and a jockstrap was revealed. All in a fluster, his heart racing with excitement, Lewis did likewise and another look was sneaked. He wasn’t left disappointed! Tennis as a sport certainly helped a man there, developing muscles and keeping them firm. And from what Lewis could see in the split second he allowed, Scott Taylor was still a champion, with a bubble-butt ass that was absolutely stunning.
    Forcing