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The first time I had sex with a guy was my sophomore year of high
school. I knew I was gay, but my sex life was confined to jacking off
while I looked at pictures of naked guys in the dirty magazines I had
hidden under my mattress. I jacked off every day right after I got home
from school, because my last period was gym class, and I always got
horny seeing all the naked jocks in the locker room and showers, and I
usually had the house to myself for at least half an hour after I got
home. Half an hour wasn't a lot, but it was enough if I didn't waste any
time.

My older brother Kirk was on the wrestling team, so most days he stayed
late to practice, and both my folks worked, so I would rush home after
gym, my cock aching and throbbing with pent-up heat, dash to my room,
strip naked and sprawl on my bed and pull out a porn magazine and jerk
off while I looked at the pictures of naked hard-dicked body-builders
and watched myself in the mirror. My own body was half the thrill, I
had a natural build that most guys envied, and had added to it by
lifting weights, so looking at myself in the mirror while I stroked my
dick made me even hornier.

The day it happened I was particularly horny - I had seen Tony Peters,
my brother's best buddy, naked in the locker room. He wrestled too, but
he was recovering from a pulled muscle, so he'd stopped early. He
chatted me up by the lockers as we stripped off our sweaty gym clothes,
then stayed with me while we showered. I loved being around Tony, but
lately it was torture too. I was in love with him, and afraid he'd see
how I felt.

Tony was a walking wet dream, with a cute sexy face, a body to die for,
and a big cock that was always half hard. He'd always treated me like
his own little brother, called me "buddy" and mussed up my hair when we
talked and put his arm around me affectionately. I'd always liked it,
but lately it had become agony when he was nice to me, it got me horny
and I was afraid he'd realize what was going on.

I wanted Tony's body, wanted to lick his hard-muscled teen pecs and abs
and lick his biceps and suck his cock. I often fantasized about Tony
when I was jerking off without the aid of my porn mags, as he was the
sexiest guy I knew.

So when Tony started talking to me at my locker as I undressed, I got a
hardon. He was already naked, his towel draped across his shoulders, his
muscles pumped and awesome and sexy, one hand playing with his giant
half-hard cock while the other fondled his sexy muscles just the way I
wanted to. I tried not to watch but I couldn't help myself, and by the
time I was naked I was totally erect.

If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought Tony was trying to turn me
on, the way he sort of posed and flexed and showed off his body for me
as he stood there. I guess he'd always been sort of an exhibitionist,
he'd liked to show me his muscles when he came over to our house, and
ask me if I thought he had a good build, and I would tell him he was
awesome and he'd grin and muss up my hair. But this time he went a lot
farther than usual, he even played with his cock and got it hard while I
watched, and I couldn't stop watching.

He groped his balls as I stripped my sweaty tee shirt off, then slowly
ran his fingers up and down his lengthening dick as I lowered my shorts
and stepped out of them, then rubbed the now swollen purplish head of
his dick as I pushed my jock strap down and freed my own rapidly
swelling teen meat.

Then as I sat on the bench to take off my gym shoes and sox he waved his
totally hard dick in my face, and I stared at it, hypnotized, but
nervous and afraid, glancing around to be sure no one else was watching
this ball-churning show Tony was putting on for me. I could have leaned
forward just a little, and opened my mouth, and....

Then I stood and we walked to the showers together, and Tony put his arm
over my shoulder, and I dropped my eyes and watched his rigid cock swing
from side to side. My own smaller but equally hard tool was pulled up
flat against my belly, and my balls ached with need. I was
simultaneously in ecstasy, Tony touching my bare skin, my cock hard, my
balls churning up a huge wad of jism - and terrified he knew what I was
feeling.

The awesome muscle-boy was hard too, did I turn him on? Could Tony feel
about me the way I did about him? My hand swung right at the level of
his cock, I could have reached out just a little, wrapped my fingers
around that big pole, felt it good, made him beg me for more. My
fingers tingled and twitched, eager to feel Tony's rod.

Being naked and hard-dicked in the locker room would have been a
nightmare if I hadn't been such a jock myself, but as it was I got away
with it. Several guys pointed at us and made remarks as Tony and I
walked to the showers - "Hey, Jamie's got a boner for Peters!"

I just gave them a look and jeered right back - "Yeah, you wanta help me
with it, pussy boy?" and they shut up. But I was afraid what Tony must
be thinking. He just ignored it, but he gave me a couple of looks, and
I was sure he was onto me.

In the showers, Tony washed himself slowly, sensually, looking steadily
at me as I tried to play it cool and wash myself and make my cock go
down. But I couldn't help watching him, and there was no way I could
lose my boner looking at his naked body as he rubbed and stroked and
fondled himself.

When he washed his cock, it was like Tony was beating his meat right
there, stroking it slowly, his big paw wrapped around it, squeezing it
gently, working the skin up and down that long hard tube of fuck meat.
He was circumcised, but still had a lot of skin at the end, and it
almost covered the head on the upstroke, then pulled away quickly to
reveal the knob on the downstroke.

I gulped and choked as I stared.

Then he started playing with the big purplish head of his erection,
squeezing the big round mushroom between his fingertips, rubbing it
gently, pulling it.