Jason smiled. Like everyone his eyes tried not to dart to the name tags but he had too. Everyone had changed. Of course twenty five years had come and gone. Hair had changed hues, breasts had been artificially expanded or drooped, football physiques had changed, stomachs had expanded, hair had transitioned from rebellious styles to those the workplace desired and of course clothing had changed from blue jeans to those that allowed for expanded waistlines.
Some changed former classmates he secretly approved of and others he didn't want to see. Ryan was one of those. The broad chest, rippled stomach and dimpled asscheeks he saw in the locker room after wrestling team practice had obviously changed.
The former high school star athlete was balding and his face and neck displayed 25 years of drinking and eating. He was the same smiling personality that everyone had admired years ago, but now those traits belonged to a car dealer, not the one most likely to succeed.
Tricia popped up with all the enthusiasm she had years ago. She hugged and kissed him. Of course they had continued their friendship thanks to the internet so she knew what the others didn't.
Jason has changed or rather blossomed.
"Shit man you look fantastic, what happened to you?" Ryan had said. Jason smiled. The guy he lusted after for years saw his tall, fit, tanned body and probably wished he too looked that good.
"Just keep working out" he said smiling back wondering what he saw in the guy.
"Yea me too, of course taking clients to dinner doesn't help" Ryan patted his stomach and laughed.
Jason remembered the guys dangling cock and how it moved side to side when he swaggered naked in the locker room.
The locker room. The thought inspired him suddenly. Jason smiled, nodded and shook hands as he moved to the side door. The gym hadn't changed so he knew where the destination was.
The hallway was grey in mid darkness. The metal lockers echoed his footsteps. He walked past doors to classrooms he once used. The administration office looked as forbidding as ever. He had spent several hours there sitting on chairs outside the prinicpal's office.
"Shit kid you've changed" Connor said. The man looked just as crude and rough as ever. His cheap suit revealed the expected lack of success. And the woman he dragged around the gym emphasized that.
"Well you look the same" Jason said boldly which seemed to stun the man. Connor had been the asshole bully who Jason tried to avoid. And when he was confronted, stammered his responses before being pushed, knocked down or pushed into a locker.
That was the reason he joined the wrestling team. The workouts made it less possible to be shoved into a locker but he still was confronted by Connor and his friends. And he still stammered responses.
The door wasn't locked. He went inside and immediately was hit with an aroma that shocked him through a time warp tunnel to his past.
It was interesting that the kids of today smelled the same as they did 25 years ago. Someone had cleaned up the locker room, but the discarded jocks, socks and discarded towels were thrown into large bags which sat near the entrance.
Jason suspected that until that very day they were thrown all over the benches, open lockers and floor just as they had been not so long ago.
He moved around the rows of benches. Jason felt like a teenager again, there as he had been years ago. He would wait till most of the team finished before going into the locker room to shower and change alone.
It wasn't his embarassment at being seen naked. His dick wasn't that much smaller then the others. So it wasn't for that reason at all. In fact quite the opposite. His cock was uncontrollable. Even the sight of shirtless classmates aroused him.
He exercised and wrestled with an erection. Jason saw the smooth chests, bulging arms, thick thighs, masculine faces just made his body beg for his hand to release.
Jason was gay. He knew that the first time he felt the knot in his gut seeing his older brother naked. At first he worried he was sick to think of incest but it wasn't that, it was all boys, all men, all males that seemed to arouse him.
Like most teenagers he masturbated like it was a part time job assignment. But his brother did too, so Jason knew he wasn't sick.
The locker room during gym class helped him analyze the type of males he liked more then others. Boyish, manly, hairy, smooth, hung, average, chubby, he saw them all. He compared to the image he saw in his mirror at home. He looked at magazines, tv and went to school atlethletic events.
Nobody knew. It was his secret exploration of men and his own reaction. By the time he graduated from high school, Jason had a good idea the type he liked. And thanks to his research and new found freedom, college gave him the opportunities he had fantasized about for four years.
But it started there in the locker room. Not the comparisons or even his visual exploration. It was the sex.
One of those evenings he delayed his return to the locker room, Connor appeared with two friends. The usual confrontation occurred and Jason tried to avoid the bully. Usually he would shower and dress, but that day Jason just rushed to dress as the guy berated him.
"We know about your faggot. You like grabbing all the boys don't you, squirming your pathetic body against thiers and then hiding in the shower to jack off thinking about it."
What surprised Jason was Connor was right. He did love the feeling of the classmates bodies against his, their muscled arms around him, his legs around their waists and the solo times in the hot steamy shower room satisfying his hard expanded erection afterwards.
He stood up and tried to leave. But that afternoon Connor wouldn't let him leave. The arms grabbed him and hands yanked the jeans he hastily put on.
The feeling of the wooden bench hurt too as his face was pressed against it. He yelled in pain but not only the pain of the cock that shoved it's way into his virgin butthole. The edge of the bench rammed into his gut each time whoever's cock rammed into him.
Of course his hole wasn't technically virgin. His fingers, the cucumbers and carrots he used when jacking off had rehearsed his body for the real thing.
"Want more faggot?" Connor's gruff voice yelled. Jason realized the cock belonged to the bully. He had long ago learned there was no attraction to him or his type of beer drinking, crude and dumb personage.
Another cock shoved into him and Jason yelled so loud a hand covered his mouth. He could only grunt and curse into the muffling flesh as he was raped a second time.
"Shit" one of them said as a voice called out somewhere. "Arggle" the same voice said. The cock pulled out of him and the hands that pressed him down moved away.
"Anyone here?" the voice of the janitor called out again.
Jason had pulled himself up and was adjusting this clothing just as the man appeared. "Just getting dressed, late workout" he tried to act as if nothing was wrong. Where Connor and the two others were hiding he didn't know.
He stood there looking at the very same bench that he had been held years ago. He could have told the man he had been raped, that Connor was somewhere there hiding or that he hurt bad.
But he didn't. All Jason wanted to do was get home.
"Hey dude" Connor stood next to him at the hallway locker the next day "You didn't rat us out, uh I guess that makes you alright. Didn't mean to hurt you."
Jason was surpised the bully was being nice to him.
"Of course it wasn't rape since you didn't say no" the man laughed returning to his usual crudness.
He walked away. Jason was stunned by the last comment. He knew the boy was right. He had fantasized about being fucked. He yelled and cursed but never did say "NO".
Jason walked past the bench and the open entrance to the shower where he had hid in the steam while he masturbated so many afternoons.
And it was there that Jimmy had joined him one equally late afternoon. And in the anonymity of the shower he stared in surprised when Jimmy knelt and gave him his first blowjob.
"Don't tell anyone" Jimmy pleaded as they dressed. "You kidding? I don't want to lose a good thing" Jason had replied surprised at his own wit.
"Can we uh get together again?" Jimmy seemed delighted. Jason nodded.
Jimmy wasn't on the wrestling team. His sport was golf and rarely did Jason see him in the locker room.
"Connor said ..." the story came out as they lay naked in Jason's bed one rare afternoon when his parents weren't home.
Jimmy had been raped by one of Connor's friends too. Though Jimmy didn't call it a rape. He had been approached and followed the guy to the locker room.
Jason turned leaving the locker room. He knew Jimmy was there in the decorated for reunion gymnasium. The boy was a man, like him but unlike Jason was married and had children.
But still it would be good to see him again. After all it was their class reunion.
Jason walked out of the room and exhaled the familiar aroma. He had to walk slow so his erection would subside before he re entered the gym.
He had felt Connor's cock inside him for days afterwards. He had known, of course, he was gay before then. But if it weren't for Connor he might have ended up like Jimmy.
And he would have never met Barry who waited in their apartment for his return home to Chicago.
Jason stood at the door looking at the twisted crepe paper streamers, the large painted graduation year numbers, the over the hill aged rock group performing and the crowd of suited and evening gowned women.
It wasn't his class anymore, nor his school. Part of the word "alumni" reflected what was past was past.
He didn't see Jimmy before turning and walking back to his car and real life.