Hunter had a problem. His problem was that he thought his friend, Ethan, might have a crush on him.
They'd always been sort of close, though Ethan was probably a bit closer to Hunter than he was to Ethan. But until today, he'd thought nothing
of it.
He'd started to suspect something after swim practice. Hunter, being a very proficient swimmer, had been selected for the school swim team.
That was where he'd met Ethan, who was in the year below.
Being the last session of the day, it was normal for Hunter to stay a bit longer after everyone had left the pool, if only for a few minutes. He'd
never said as much aloud, but he was very fond of being underwater. This time, Ethan had stayed longer too. This was uncommon, but not
unusual.
By the time they left the pool, the changing rooms were just clearing out. Once they'd each got into the showers, they were the only two left. It
was an open plan shower, and they each stood at opposite sides, facing the wall. At first, Hunter hadn't felt that anything was out of the
ordinary. Nevertheless, Hunter had a reputation for his almost Sherlock Holmes-ian skills of deduction ever since he'd identified it was one of
the lunch-ladies who'd been stealing the fundraising kitty because of the way she'd served the soup that day. It had caused quite a scandal.
Yet even someone who knew him as well as Ethan probably wouldn't have suspected that he was visible to Hunter in the reflection of the wall
tiles.
Of course, it was hardly a mirror image. But it was enough for Hunter to notice that Ethan was not looking at the wall. It appeared he was
watching Hunter, whilst gently touching his cock.
Hunter wasn't sure what made him more uncomfortable. That his best friend was hiding a big and life-altering secret or that what Ethan was
doing excited him a little. He'd promptly said goodbye, got dressed and walked home.