Thread: Sheer [Trample and Sigr]

Nick had felt sure that somebody was watching him in the shower. Not the usual, casual glances of the other guys on the team, either. That was normal. Everyone pretty much tried not to look at one-another, or at least that's what Nick did after practice. He didn't want to go home covered in the sweat and grime of the field, but he didn't want to check out any of the other guy's dicks, either. It hadn't felt like that. As he stood under the shower and rinsed the suds from his dark brown hair, it felt like someone was looking a whole lot more boldly than normal. He could almost feel eyes on his body as the water ran in rivulets along the muscles of his chest and abdomen to flow along his length and run off in streams from his hips and fingers and cock. It wasn't just an eerie sort of sixth sense, either... it was more. He closed his eyes then and he swore he could smell something, too. Floral shampoo, maybe... perfume...? and behind that something else... arousal. He was starting to get hard at what he thought he smelled and in a hurry he rinsed off and went to cover himself first with a towel and then with clothes. That was a few days ago now, and he'd felt similarly a few more times since. The rumors of the ghost were gaining more and more traction, and of course they were bullshit... but there was no denying that something weird was going on. Nick, as one of the more popular kids in school, was also one of the first to dismiss the idea. He left the wondering about the supernatural nonsense to AV kids and goths. Still, though, something seemed weird. And later that day as he purposefully brushed past that curvy redhead with the killer ass, Alice, his body closer than necessary so that he'd feel her briefly against him, he'd figured it out. All in a flash, the scent from the locker room as the tall, powerfully-built young man passed by filled his nose. It didn't make sense, but he knew right then that she had been there. But not. It threatened to drive him crazy and he only half paid attention to his friends as he let his blue eyes relax and scan for the tell-tale red of her hair and her sneakers. When he saw her head into the storage closet, he'd thought he'd had her. It adjoined the locker room, so that must be it... a hold in the wall to watch? Despite his skinny blonde girlfriend, Nick found his mind wandering to the situation he'd find himself in if he caught her peeping. He wondered just how great her body was under those terrible clothes she wore... When he went into the room he was confused, though. No Alice, just her clothes, folded up neatly and hidden. Nick felt a bit dumb as he waited and watched the door, everyone else long gone to class. He'd get in trouble for skipping, maybe, but if this insane idea of his proved accurate, it'd be worth it. He almost said something as he saw the door open by itself, almost cried out in surprise and joy at the confirmation. Instead he bit his lower lip and waited a second or two before rushing to the doorway and, without a moment's hesitation, emptying the bucket of yellow paint in an arc that couldn't have missed anyone standing in the room, visible or otherwise.