Nice. It's such an over-used word, and yet an entirely appropriate description of both Adam and Greg. They are a couple of all-round, nice human beings. Their teachers would describe them as "nice lads"; their best friends would probably call them "nice guys", and the girls would almost certainly call them "really nice guys". In fact it would be virtually impossible to find anyone who would make a negative comment about either of them. They're sporty, intelligent, good-looking, generous, humorous - what is there not to like? Best of friends since they met in primary school, the two have grown up together, their friendship strengthening as time has passed, until at the age of 17 they are almost inseparable. That is, before Adam got himself a girl friend - Sarah - who has, as far as Greg is concerned, really come between Adam and himself. Of course the two boys still meet up a lot, but it's not the same, though Greg certainly would never say anything to jeopardise their friendship. He values it too much, and always makes sure he doesn't react or show his disappointment when Sarah takes preference over him.
"So, are you coming over tonight, Adam"? Greg's question was asked as the two made their way towards the showers following their regular Thursday swimming training session.
"Sorry, Greg, but I've arranged to go to the cinema with Sarah. She wants to see the latest Harry Potter. Do you fancy coming along as well? I'm sure Sarah wouldn't mind. She could even bring one of her friends along to make it a foursome".
"Nah - I'll give it a miss; not really my scene. You and Sarah enjoy yourselves, and I'll catch up with you at tennis training after school tomorrow."
"Did I not tell you that I have a dentist appointment tomorrow"? Greg shook his head, and it was hard for him not to register his disappointment. "I'm really sorry, Greg, but just think - look at all the extra help you'll get with me not being there!"
Greg knew Adam was trying to put a positive slant on things, but he felt pretty pissed-off, even though he would enjoy being with the recently appointed sports teacher, Jordan McIntyre. Jordan was a young Canadian teacher, who was in Scotland for 12 months, partly to teach, but also to discover something about his Scottish roots. It certainly gave fresh impetus to the tennis coaching in the school, where the bias most certainly favoured rugby - not a sport that either Adam or Greg enjoyed. No matter how much he liked Jordan - a really cool guy, who asked to be called by his first name - it couldn't alter the fact that Adam and he should have been practising for a doubles match. Sarah obviously wasn't responsible for the dental appointment, but the way Greg was thinking at the moment, it was entirely possible that her father was the dentist!
Adam and Greg reached the showers, positioning themselves under adjacent showerheads.
"I'll catch up with you over the weekend - Sarah's folks are taking her to visit family on Saturday, and won't be back until late Sunday night, so we can chill out Saturday night if you'd like"?
Greg's surly "I'll see" made Adam decide to say no more, and, taking the bottle of shampoo, he turned his back to Greg and began working up a lather.
With the showers being situated at the edge of the pool, there was no way that anyone could remove their swimming costume, but for Greg, in particular, this was no handicap. He knew that within seconds of taking off his trunks he would have, like most lads his age, a raging hard-on. At least within the privacy of a cubicle he could deal with matters in the usual way - not that having a wank was in any way a duty! That particular activity gave Greg a lot of pleasure, and he certainly didn't restrict himself to occasions after swimming - though it must be said, the extra thrill of possible discovery always intensified his orgasm. The problem was trying not to groan when cumming into his towel, knowing that any second Adam might pop his head over the partition. Even standing next to Adam under the shower was s potential embarrassment because, truth to tell, Greg was almost certainly gay. And the object of all his desires and fantasies was his very best friend of some 12 years - Adam. Why "almost certainly gay"? Well, apart from his own hand, no one had ever touched him in any way sexually. Sure, in his fantasies he and Adam had indulged in all sorts of wonderful activities - and some, Greg thought, which might not even be possible. In his own mind only disgusting, depraved people could even think about licking someone's ass, or spraying cum on someone's face, but these were recurrent fantasies for Greg.
He glanced at Adam's strong, muscular back, tapering down into his swimming trunks. He felt he knew every inch intimately, and even had a pretty good picture of what Adam's ass looked like, having had frequent, all-too-brief glimpses when the two lads shared a cubicle after tennis coaching. His memories were sufficiently strong that he could visualise those two magnificent globes even when caressed by tightly stretched Speedos. How he wished he could have just as close a contact. Greg's mind started to drift off into his world of fantasy . . . . .
"So, what will you do tonight, then"? Adam's question brought Greg quickly back to reality, and he hoped that he hadn't made the focus of his attention too obvious.
"I've, eh, eh, got some Chemistry homework to finish, then I'll probably watch a DVD".
"You do have an exciting life-style, don't you!" joked Adam, as the two lads moved into the changing area to find a couple of cubicles.
What they hadn't bargained on was the visit by a primary school class, meaning that all available cubicles were occupied.
"Shit! All these little sprogs have taken all the spaces" groaned Greg.
"Not quite", said Adam, who'd spotted the cubicle for the disabled, which was big enough to take a wheelchair, and could easily accommodate two teenage lads. "If you don't mind sharing, we could use that".
"Good idea", replied Greg - "It'll certainly save standing about waiting for forty 10-year olds to get themselves organised". So, collecting their clothes from their lockers, the two lads returned to the disabled cubicle, entered, and locked the door. "It's huge compared to what we normally have to use - mind you, I suppose anyone in a wheelchair would need a lot more space".
Conversation lulled as both boys started drying themselves, taking care to have their backs to each other. It's not that either was in any way prudish or embarrassed, it's just that they'd never stripped off completely in each other's presence. Adam broke the silence;
"Greg, are you any good at untying knots? I can't get the cord of my trunks undone; it seems to have got really tight".
"I'll have a go - get yourself over here". Greg sat on the bench, and the object of his desires walked over towards him. Greg could hardly believe that Adam had actually asked him to help get him out of his trunks - it had been something Greg had fantasised about for years. All 6 foot 2 inches of splendid youth stood in front of Greg, the tight knot being precisely at eye level, and the swollen front of Adam's Speedos being perfectly positioned for a long, luscious lick. All Greg would have to do is lean forward slightly, but he keeps himself under control (of a kind) as his fingers work at undoing the knot, which was indeed, very tight. Progress was not fast, though if Greg were being honest, he wasn't rushing! An opportunity like this might never come again. Adam felt his cock starting to harden - hardly a surprise, really.
"Emm - how's it going"?
"I think it's starting to loosen" - which is more than could be said for Greg's own cock.
Like most teenage lads, it took little more than a sexual thought to bring his prick to "attention"! Without fully thinking things through, he suggested that Adam turn around to see if working at the knot from the other side was any improvement. Greg held back ever so slightly as he stood up and tentatively reached out his arms to encircle Adam's tight waist. He realised, too late, that he would have to stand close to Adam - probably touching Adam - and the front of his trunks were now nicely tented. He leaned over Adam, enjoying the contact between chin and shoulder, watching his hands pulling and pushing at the tight knot. How easy it would be to know allow his fingers to move a little lower, and gently caress the temptingly large bulge now clearly visible. It would take only a few seconds to bring his friend to fully hard, to then release the chord, and slip the top of Adam's trunks beneath what Greg assumed would be large, spunk-filled balls. His fantasy continued with his left hand fondling and squeezing Adam's balls, while jerking him off with his right hand. Being so occupied in mind, Greg failed to notice that his own trunks were now obscenely pointing towards Adam's tight ass, and as his thoughts drifted, he lodged his hard dick between the firm mounds of prime Scottish rump.
"Thanks, Greg", said Adam, "that's it loose now!"
The boys separated quickly, each more than a little flustered by events of the previous minute. Greg slipped off his trunks, and his hard prick, glad to be freed from the confines, slapped against his hard stomach. Unless he wanted to be arrested for gross indecency, there was only one solution - a speedy wank into his towel.
Being as surreptitious as possible, he tried to look like he was drying the front of his body, and soon managed to release a large load of boy cum. "What a waste" he thought, thinking of how he would have enjoyed having his hot spunk splatter over his stomach and chest. This was neither hardly the time nor the place, however. Having made as little noise as possible he sat down on the bench to be given a perfect view of Adam's damp ass - how Greg longed to bury his face between the two mounds and savour the delights of the young guy's arsehole.
"What a gorgeous ass" thought Greg as his imagination took him into totally uncharted territory, and it was only the tiny whimper from Adam that brought Greg back to reality - could it be that his hunky best mate was having a wank? "I'd love to kiss your arse, and suck your cock" was Greg's next thought, but this time he unwittingly gave voice to it.
"What'd you say, Greg?", asked Adam.
Greg's startled response was to stumble his way through the single word "Wh, wh , wh, what?"
"I thought you said something", responded Adam.
"Not me - it must be someone in another cubicle". "O shit! What a time to say what I was thinking", thought Greg.
He could only hope that Adam hadn't heard clearly what he'd said. Greg looked over at Adam, who still had his back towards Greg, and wasn't totally surprised to see some very small, though very suggestive movements. To a practised wankerlike himself, the repeating arm movements were a give away, but if any further proof were needed, then it came suddenly, like Adam himself, when Greg spotted the little shudder, the quivering leg movement, the extended, quiet groan as Adam spurted his load into the towel.
"Mmm", thought Greg, "Nice!"
End of Chapter 1