It was a long and awkward time in the lockers, and Jake had no idea why he'd basically humped Dalton like that. He'd peeled his singlet off after practice concluded, barely able to handle the chafing from the singlet any further. He was going to need to get a totally new one with how big and buff he was now. Jake was not exactly the brightest bulb in the room, but he did recognize that muscles just don't grow like that. As amazing and welcome as it totally was. What Jake was less fond of was that whole behavior toward the end.
Dalton had given him a dirty look the whole way through their return to the locker room, and cussed him out as he left.
Jake would've reacted explosively if it wasn't for the fact he was too confused about why he did it and what really brought it on. Just something about really pinning Dalton down and feeling his nice, solid ass under him...was...was Jake gay? No. No way no how. He was not some gay guy. I am like, the opposite of gay, Jake told himself. He couldn't be. He just couldn't.
Jake's shower before getting his clothes was filled with his troubled thoughts even as the school gym shower steamed up. Jake lathered up and mostly got the weird heady smell out of his pits and body. He grumbled at how difficult it was to shower when he was this hairy. He found himself thinking under the downpour of the shower about the awkwardness of that encounter...
...and the wistfulness turned into outright fond remembrance, and Jake only just barely stopped himself from rubbing one out right there in the shower. He definitely didn't want anyone walking in on him doing that, even if it'd be fucking awesome to show off what a strong, buffed out muscle man he was now. Really assert his position like that...he shook his head to dispel this fantasy.
But all the same he still remembered how very nice it felt wrestling Dalton. Maybe...maybe it wouldn't be TOO gay to explore his sexuality a bit more. Just...make sure he didn't really like it too much. He was blushing by the time he got dressed and headed out, thinking of this way too much. His clothes were starting to feel tight on him again, so he simply stripped off his shirt and walked home shirtless. He saw some girls cooing at his buffed out, masculine physique, and he strode with a deal more cockiness as he saw this...
...then he saw some guy stop and stare, and Jake felt thoughts intrude. Of kissing him, long and deep, and then rubbing their bodies against one another. Pushing him down and getting blown by that hot skate---NO! No no no! Jake stopped himself, sweating, and breathed. He tried to think what he should do...