We all have opportunities that come and go without our realization, at least not at the time. Days or years later, we kick ourselves thinking about what might have happened had we seized these opportunities at the time.
One (just one) of mine came in high school. I was friends with the son of our principal, Trevor. He was a nice guy whose hobby was photography. I was interested too so we had that in common.
Too, most kids avoided him since he was the son of the most powerful person in our lives at the time, saving our parents.
I guess if he had been openly rebellious he would have been more popular. But Trevor was ok and neither a rabel rowser nor a geek. He was an above average student, pleasant and in my opinion hot.
We swam in the public pool, so I had the chance to see his body which was lean and cut. He didn't work out, it was natural - damn him. We hung out going to films and even a few basketball games. I wasn't a fan but he had to take hotos so I tagged along.
Almost a year after we met, I was hanging out at his house more and more. I walked around his room looking at his photographs which were everywhere. There were tons of sports related shots.
I had to adjust myself seeing some partially clad athletes from our school and others. There were lots of lockerroom photos. Trevor was in the shower and emerged.
I complimented him on the revealing shots. He laughed saying it was interesting how modest guys were except in the locker room.
I sat on his bed looking through a stack of photos and saw him standing across the room, totally naked. The water beads were rolling down his smooth skin.
I stared. I remember thinking I should look away but Trevor's smile and our conversation kept me looking.
Trevor obviously either was oblivious to what he was doing or he didn't mind. Years later I realized he wanted me to watch.
He dried his hair and face. I could look at him up and down when he did that. His cock swung a bit as he moved. His ballsac hung behind it. His legs were long and had the usual hint of manly hair.
He turned away for some reason and I saw the expanse of his back which narrowed at his waist and then branched out gracefully into his two mounds of buttocks, smooth buttocks, round and begging me to hold them.
"So ..." he continued to talk as he turned this time drying his chest and arms. He toweled his back and I concentrated on his nipples. They were pointed if not erect. His smooth chest seemed naturally interupted by them. They weren't pink so much as brown. From across the room I could see a lone hair sticking out of the tip of one of them.
How I wanted to grab it with my teeth and pull it out. I wondered if he'd like it at the time. Now I know he would have.
Trevor moved the towel over his stomach bunching it up and moving it against his skin, pressing it into himself and closed his eyes. I had rubbed my own gut hard while masturbating, so I imagined what he was feeling.
He flipped his penis towards me as if beckoning me. I thought that then but knew I was only imagining again. But I did see it expand a bit so it dangled pendously afterwards. He moved the towel under his balls and turned sideways immitating a striptease dancer as he rubbed the towel.
We both laughed at his antics. He dried his butt and again closed his eyes as if with pleasure, then his legs.
He bent over as he dried the backs of his thighs. Then he turned away from me and repeated the same movement. Doing that displayed his ass to me more and gave me a peek of his butthole too. I wanted to touch it, slip my wet finger against it as I did my own from time to time.
Trevor moved close. "Wanna?" he asked me to dry his back. I took the damp towel and pressed and wiped it against his wet back.
"You can shower too if you want. Nobody's here" I remember his words clearly. I remember the heat of his body as he turned to face me. I remember his cock being so close to me I could hve knelt licking fhis chest to his cock and taken it in my mouth.
The idea of showering and standing naked for his inspection hardened me in my shorts. I believe his eyes noticed too.
He stayed naked for awhile as we looked at more of his photos. I could have patted his bare buttocks, hugged him, begun one of our wrestling matches or just kissed him. I did none of those things.
Trevor eventually wrapped the towel around his waist and then dropped it as he bent over again showing me his asscrack as he began the process of covering his body, his naked available body, with clothing.
We kept in touch over the years. His sports photos were famous especially those that featured wet, near naked athletes. There was a calendar of soccer stars from France he created too. Each month featured a naked pose of one of the stars.
I wonder if I was willing to shower for him now, if he'd be interested. I almost asked him once when we were playing bball in my driveway during one of his visits.
He's not married. Neither am I.
I wonder if it's too late.