Manny had also gotten superhorny seeing pictures, video, film or actual half naked men glowing with sweat.
He wanted to touch them, to lick the salty water off their backs, shoulders, stomachs, pectorals and then lift up one arm at a time and bury his nose and tongue in each armpit to fulling inhale the experience.
And usually sometime during those imagine experiences his penis, hard as a wooden dowel, would leak. And at other times his gut would knot up and explode at the first touch.
Each time was better then the last. He would stay after classes and watch the football team practice hoping the tired sweaty players would bless him by taking off their jerseys on the way to the locker room. Despite the shoulder pads what Manny saw got him started on the climb to the peak he wanted to achieve when he got home.
Going into the locker room wasn't possible of course. Besides his fantaies never involved more then one at a time.
Manny chuckled at himself and he walked away shaking his head knowing his fantasy was pathetic.
But back in his bedroom, laying naked on his single bed, he closed his eyes and flashed back to the sights he had seen mixed with the ones he wished he had seen and exploded in ample quantity to leave him sticky on most of his body parts.
It was one of those afternoons he was watching a video he made of selected shots of athletes and one or two shots he had gotten off the internet. He played it over and over again, while squirming naked on his bed. He closed his eyes and imagined where his tongue was and how pleasured the closed eye'd faces of his target sweaty bod.
His body released his passion leaving Manny catching his breath as he lay on the bed wearing his own layer of sweat mixed with the fluids his fantasies manufactored.
"So that's what gets you goin?" the voice made Manny rise off the bed as he gasped. He looked at the direction of the voice.
Nick stood there smiling with his hand on his crotch which displayed his own enlargement under the cloth.
"How long have you uh..." Manny didn't know whether to find his discarded underwear and cover himself or to hide off the side of the bed. His eyes saw Nick was excited and he was smiling.
There was no disapproval or name calling.
"Christ I thought I was the only one, start the video over" Nick pulled his t-shirt off and sat on the edge of the bed.
Manny moved to the TV and rewound the video and punched the play button.
He sat next to Nick who had his erection out in the open through the fly in his shorts. He was already stroking it.
"You game for another shot?" Nick asked.
"Uh .. I ..." Manny said
"I'll get you started" Nick said reaching over with his spare hand and wrapped it around Manny's half hard sticky penis. "Just watch the video"
Manny watched and let Nick pump him to full height and felt Nick's sperm shoot all over him before his own boner volcanoed a second time.
"Shit" was all Manny could say.
"Nice, you should have told me about this long ago."
They made up for lost time after that, sharing shots they collected or guys they saw. They watched football practice and Nick got Manny to go to swim meets.
"Hey I know it's not sweat, but man a slick, wet smooth bod...hmmm"
Nick began to infiltrate Manny's fantasies with his own and soon the two were flailing each other watching computer screens, books, videos or sometimes each other.
It was late one summer night, a hot humid night when Manny's phone rang.
"I'm coming over" Nick said in a whispered voice and hung up.
Manny was naked trying to cope with the heat. He opened the window full height and waited watching the summer rainfall pour down.
With the help of street lights and the moon he saw a tall apparently naked male trotting down the sidewalk. As he got closer, Manny realized it was Nick and that he wasn't naked after all. His white boxer shorts were so wet it looked like he was naked.
The moonlight reflected off his totally wet body making it nearly glow. Manny's cock rose to attention as he watch Nick come closer.
Nick saw him watching and did a little dance in the rain, showing off by doing jumping jacks, pushups and then whipping his boxer shorts off and repeated his movements in the rain.
He climbed up the trees as smooth and with the ease of any athlete and walked like a tightrope artists across the branch that came close to Manny's window.
And posing so his hard cock was clearly seen as was his still naked and rain soaked smooth body, he jumped to the ledge to enter Manny's bedroom.
Manny saw the athletes he had fantasized over, the sweat glowing skin, the smooth muscularute, the round shoulders, the armpits waiting to be revealed and licked.
He spoke no words but fulfilled his fantasies in a new way, close to the way he had imagined for years.
And Nick, like those hundreds of athletes closed his eyes to revel in Manny's adoration, his needs, his touch and his toungue.
And as their passion escalated to a new level neither had imagined they wanted or needed, the rain continued to fall outside on the discarded pair of white boxer shorts that some athlete had forgotten.