Post by THORPE BECK VAISEY on Sept 30, 2019 16:40:10 GMT -5
Cold, wet with sweat and his muscles ached. It had been a hard training session. He was the keeper and he thought he would have had it easy for his position but it was a tough one today. It had been the first training session back for a new year. New team and new players that would be under new management. So there was a lot to play for. It was Thorpes first year starting for his house and he was an excited nervous. However, how that practice went they had better get working as a team and fast the house cup would be on them fast enough and they would be laughed off the pitch if anyone had witnessed the mess. It was early days and Thorpe knew that. He took his time in the changing rooms showering and soon he couldn't hear anyone else there. Which he was glad he savoured the warm water from the sweat-covered Thorpe that had left the pitch. It was refreshing and nice.
Switching the water off he was left with steam and he laughed out loud to himself. One of the first big-headed thoughts passed through his head. ‘He was hot stuff’ if he had said it out loud he would have cringed. He had thought he was alone but unbinost to him there was a fellow player now in the locker room when he re-entered where he had left his clothes and his dirt kit. Doned in just a towel covering his manhood he was shocked to find he had company. “I thought everyone had left,” He said. His voice echoing off the locker room walls. He could not tell who the person was but they got the pleasure of seeing him with little on.