Naked Hero - The Journey Away

some calm and a towel around his waist, Lewis decided he’d ventured enough. But the gay gods were smiling on this reluctant voyeur as he turned and headed toward the shower cubicles – before him was a mirror and in it stood his idol, offering a full frontal, and the man was seriously blessed, with a long dangling dick that had been circumcised at the end to reveal the pink tapered head!
    Teenage fantasy revisited?
    No! The reality was infinitely better. Lewis hasted to a shower cubicle with the image still fresh, and there he stayed for an inordinate time, till he was thoroughly clean and totally spent.
    With time more pressing for him, Scott had already showered and was partially dressed by the time Lewis emerged from his cubicle wearing a towel round his waist and a sheepish expression on his face. The American was standing at the mirror fixing his tie as the lad approached.
    “A tie eh!” commented Lewis , deciding that conversation would be better than an awkward silence. “Do you really have to wear one in this heat?”
    “No. I don’t have to,” Scott answered smiling at him through the mirror, “but I prefer to look smart for the job.”
    “Is this the first time you’ve done the commentating thing?” Lewis asked as he approached his corner locker.
    “Yep,” replied Scott, “but I’m not sure if it’s really for me.”
    “Why are you doing it then?”
    “I got restless playing golf.”
    From the corner, Lewis turned to face the man in the mirror and beamed him a smile that lit up the room. “Aye, I can understand that,” he said. “I played it once myself and got restless after ten minutes. It’s supposed to be Scotland’s national sport, after losing at football that is... but I couldn’t take to it at all.” Then he turned away and got on with the business of dressing himself.
    Scott stayed where he was , purposely readjusting what was already fine. He too had enjoyed a few sneaky glances earlier, and enjoyed another one as Lewis discarded the towel then pulled on a pair of shorts, exposing for a moment what was unquestionably the young Scotsman’s finest asset. It was a ruse Scott had used many times before. His was the luxury of the closeted ‘curious’ who could take advantage of the locker rooms without suspicion. He had done it for years, checking out the guys, but knowing that nothing would ever happen. He would never have risked that, and none of them would ever have been available anyway – or so he had always assumed. But now, here with Lewis who was openly gay, things were very different.
    ‘Is he available though?’ Scott wondered as he recompleted the knot in his tie, watching Lewis as he continued to dress. ‘Probably not!’ was his conclusion. ‘He’s interested in the other guy, and I can understand why.’
    Flicking his gaze to his freckly face and shirt clad torso, f or the first time Scott Taylor started to question his physical worth, wondering how he compared to Lee Porter, the man whose name he didn’t yet know. He feared it was unfavourably – the guy he had seen was ridiculously good looking with an incredible body that was verging on perfection. But perfection wasn’t everything – Lewis fell short of that with his tennis player’s torso, yet Scott much preferred him to the mysterious friend. And Scott had to admit that there was probably little that could compare more favourably to the smile that he had just witnessed. A smile that he hoped to see again that evening, when Lewis would tell him about the man in his life: the man with the words, and the perfect physique... the man that somehow had made all the difference.

Chapter 27
    In the eastern section of Sydney ’s central business district, the subject of Scott’s deliberations was shown into an office where Anthony Jenkins, marketing director for HIM Clothing, was waiting for him. Lee Porter looked around, aware that environment can say so much about a man. The room was minimalist, with only a laptop disturbing the steel and glass work surface, some modernistic white seating which matched the walls, one of which was adorned with a very tasteful Miró print – The Flight of the Dragonfly before the Sun if Lee wasn’t mistaken, and he rarely was when it came to fine art. But Miró was outdone by the view the room afforded, with a full wall of glass giving a stunning panorama of the harbour and Farm Cove.
    This was absorbed in a matter of seconds, as was Anthony Jenkins. He was tall