This is a story about two best friends in high school who are on the swim team together. They are both straight, but as time goes on, their understanding of sexuality evolves. Happy to take any feedback at oliver.day.149@gmail.com
Chapter 1 - Dry Spell
Hi, my name is Luke. I'm currently 15 and finishing my sophomore year in high school. I spend most of my time out of school either practicing my oboe for school, playing video games, or doing stuff for the swim team. I always enjoyed swimming, and my best friend convinced me to join it with him when we started high school, since my middle school didn't offer swimming as a sport, and we had always liked swimming. I also am not currently dating at all. I had a few different girlfriends in middle school, but I've been so busy since starting high school that I didn't have time for a girlfriend without ditching all my friends, which I didn't want to do. I have still gotten together with a few different girls since going to high school: last year mostly just being random make out sessions with one of the girls with maybe a little groping, but this year those hookups escalated and I actually lost my virginity to my homecoming date after the dance. She was one of my ex-girlfriends and we were fine not dating because we both were busy, but we were both happy to have some fun together. We had sex a few more times this year, and I fucked another few girls over the year too. If you had asked me 6 months ago what my sexuality was, I would have said I am obviously straight. I had never had any thoughts about being with guys, and I loved the sexual interaction I had with girls. That is, until the end of my sophomore year, now I'm not sure what my sexuality is.
Everything started about a month ago. I had become used to having sex every few weeks - at least once a month. Either I could hit up my ex-girlfriend, or if she wasn't available or wasn't interested that time, it wasn't too hard to find another girl that was interested. I was pretty in shape because of swimming, and a lot of girls complimented me on my body. I also think I was able to score more often than some of my friends because I was generally nicer to people. A lot of the guys from the swim team were often jerks to any girl they dated or hooked up with. I never understood that, and always made sure I was on good terms with the girls I liked. A few of them were annoyed that I just wanted to hook up and not date, but I just didn't have time, and also I just didn't feel interested in dating anyone right now. But anyway, I was really hoping to find a girl to hook up with because it had been 6 weeks or so since my last hookup. I was able to keep myself satisfied enough by jerking off as any other guy does, but it just wasn't the same. I craved that closeness you get from being intimate with someone else.
I knew things were getting bad when I started jerking off more than once a day. Typically I just jerked off every morning in the shower. I was guaranteed to be alone and there was no cleanup. But I had started to feel horny all the time and once a day wasn't enough anymore. I started to jerk off again before going to bed each night, and even had found a remote stall at school where I could sneak off and rub one out during the day if I needed.
One day I was unable to find a time during school to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off, and after school, when I went to the locker room to change for swim practice, I caught myself peeking at some of the other guys changing, which had never happened before. I was really used to seeing guys my age in just a speedo and also naked because of being on the swim team, so I was caught off guard when I noticed myself checking them out. I had to stop myself because I was starting to get a boner, which would have been obvious to everyone since I was wearing a speedo.
That night, while I was jerking off, my mind wandered to the only other similar memory I had to what had occurred in the locker room that day. I had been friends with my current best friend, Andy, since elementary school, and we did have one interesting sleepover when we were 11. We had both recently learned all about sex, and also had recently discovered masturbation. While we were laying in bed chatting, eventually the subject of sex came up. We had not talked about it before, so it was a new, interesting conversation. We talked about some girls we liked, and admitted that we both jerked off while thinking of some of our crushes. (That night was actually when I learned the terminology jerking off' and masturbation.' I had been doing it, but Andy taught me the names for it that night). Talking about it had given us both boners, so eventually we both pulled our hard cocks out and stroked together until we orgasmed. That night was the only night it ever happened like that, but after that night, we became a lot more open with each other regarding sex. It wasn't uncommon for one of us to let the other know that we wanted to jerk off when we were having sleepovers, so one of us would go to the bathroom, and the other would use the bedroom and we would both get off. We also stopped caring about being modest around each other and had no issues changing or showering around each other, which I think helped when we both joined the swim team when we would need to wear speedos in front of a lot of people and be naked with a bunch of our peers. We were also really open with each other as we got older and started to have sexual experiences. We shared with each other when we had new experiences for the first time, and when we started regularly hooking up with girls. It helped that we shared the lack of desire for a relationship at the time, we both just cared about getting off every once in a while, but otherwise liked being single.