Malcolm, Nicholas and Evan were members of
their office's softball team. They worked in
an accounting firm through the week, so they
enjoyed getting out on the weekends to have
some fun together.
Malcolm and Evan were gay, and sometimes saw
each other at some of the local clubs,
although the two had never hooked up
together. They were friends, and nothing
more.
Of course, both of them wished they could be
much more than friends with Nicholas, a
handsome, muscled 22-year-old with
short-cropped blond hair and green eyes. If
for no other reason than to see Nicholas in
shorts and a T-shirt each Saturday, instead
of the usual office suit-and-tie attire,
Malcolm and Evan looked forward to the
weekend softball games.
Their game had ended about 20 minutes
earlier, but the three men were still
together, talking and laughing. Malcolm and
Evan exchanged secret smiles when Nicholas
turned away for a moment to get a drink at a
water fountain. They both admired the shape
of his butt beneath his tight shorts as he
bent over for his drink.
Too soon, Nicholas announced he needed to
leave. "See you at the office Monday
morning," he said, imparting them with a
pleasant smile.
"Sure," Evan said.
"Have a good weekend," Malcolm said.
As Nicholas walked off, Evan announced that
he needed to make a stop in the restroom
located near the softball field. Malcolm
tagged along with him.
"God, it's a shame Nick's not on our team,"
Evan announced. Evan, who stood five foot,
ten inches tall, kept his dark hair in a buzz
cut. He was 24 years old and had brown eyes
and an outgoing personality.
Malcolm, more reserved than Evan, was 20
years old and had sandy brown hair and a
slight goatee. He was a few inches taller
than Evan, but had a lighter build. "I
thought he was on our team," Malcolm shot
back.
"You know what I mean, man," Evan said as
they entered the men's room.
Malcolm laughed. "Yeah, I do, but you can
dream on."