Steve moved towards one of the shower heads and turned it on. He turned around in a slow circle, enjoying the water washing away all the grime from football practice.
"Nice ass," a voice said.
Steve whipped around, thinking it might have been that faggy kid he saw earlier talking to that loser Pete Roberts. But the kid was nowhere to be seen.
"I'd love to get my mouth around that."
"Who said that?" Steve nearly shouted.
The other jocks turned and looked at him. "Said what, dude?" asked Randy.
Steve shook his head. "Never mind." He turned back to showering, when it happened again.
"Man, I'd love to know how your cum tastes."
Steve spun around again, knowing that it had to be that faggy guy he saw in the locker room, but he was still not there. Was he just hearing voices in his head?
"The feel of your cock in my ..."
"Just stop it!" Steve yelled, spinning around and looking at the others as he did.
They all turned and stared at him. "Dude, what's wrong with you?" asked Biff Meadows, the star quarterback of the football team and boyfriend of Sarah McMillan.
"Uh ... nothing." Then Steve turned off the shower head and walked back into the locker room. What was happening to him? Where was that voice coming from? Was he going crazy?
