Naked Hero - The Journey Away

sort of way with the respect that was shown which verged on adoration, the joie de vivre that went with his youth, and the eagerness to engage. He also made Scott so horny it was a torment just to look at him. But look at him Scott did – for it was his role as a mentor to watch him closely, although arguably that didn’t extend to sneaky glances in the locker room where they’d been in each others’ company on several more occasions. How could he ever draw his eyes away from a lad who looked so fine – who had wormed his way into Scott’s curious mind and inspired so many nocturnal emissions as well as a few in the shower. So detachment did not come easy for Gentleman Scott Taylor as he and Lewis went through the process of getting to know each other. It was a heck of a challenge, but one that Scott did his best to rise to.
    Lee Porter’s website helped! By God it did! That was something which Scott certainly wanted to remain detached from in the public eye. He had enjoyed looking at it in private though - enjoyed looking at the men, and even grudgingly at the owner. There could be no denying the man’s physical charms of which little was left to the imagination. There was one photograph in particular that Scott found especially disturbing – Lee under an outdoor shower in a pair of green trunks pulled down at the back – the man brazenly showing off his ever so fine ass, with a look of such confidence on his laughing face. It was disturbing because Scott had been undeniably aroused, and he didn’t want to feel any attraction towards this man. And it was disturbing because it epitomised what Porter was about: someone who openly rejoiced in his sexuality, full of confidence and sure of his own worth. Lee Porter presented himself as every young gay guy’s fantasy, the sort of man that could attract someone like Lewis and keep him ensnared in sexual bliss.
    Scott tried to be rational . He tried to fight back the element of jealousy and general dislike he felt for this man, even though they had never met. It was unfair to hold these prejudices, but they were there and he was annoyed with himself for feeling like that. But even when he thought objectively about it, Scott was sure Lewis’s involvement with Lee Porter was a mistake. His tennis was coming along well - he had a real chance to go all the way in Melbourne and then build on it to challenge for the top spot later in the year. Lee Porter could scupper all that - Scott was sure of it. But that was the difference between himself and Macleod: tennis, and success in the game, would never hold the grip on Lewis as it had on Scott. Men like Lee Porter would always be a factor unless someone special came along – someone who could satisfy the wildness in the lad yet keep his mind fully focused on the tennis. The perfect man in other words. Strangely, it never occurred to the Southern gentleman that he might fit the bill, if only he had the balls to stake a claim and accept that he was more than just ‘curious’.
    But that was Scott Taylor for you – a man with a secret who was hiding it more than ever. Whilst he speculated in the commentary box with his colleague about the tie-break, he gave no hint of bias, even though a part of him wished he was in a different box, alongside Jim Murdoch shouting out his support, and to hell with what anyone might think or say – he was only a mentor after all!
    Lewis didn’t need his support though – not right now at any rate. He was doing just fine - following the plan they had hatched together the previous day: mixing the power and net rushing with slower play, which had kept Mierskoff guessing and disrupted his flow. If it hadn’t been for the German’s big serve, the match would have been over long ago.
    But the serve wouldn’t save Mierskoff in the tie-break - Scott was sure of it. Even the German fans, who had tried to put Lewis off of his game, would be of little help now. They hadn’t been so far. As he’d entered the arena, Lewis had simply smiled at them, and took no notice thereafter. Scott had done likewise, when his co-hosts had drawn attention to the group after the first set, wondering what impact they may yet have on the game.
    “None,” Scott had stressed. “Not this time. Macleod will ignore them, and we should do likewise. This is a tennis match, not a circus.”
    Down on the court, Lewis sat quietly and speculated where Mierskoff would place his opening serve in the tie-break. It was