Jim walked into the locker room, his stomach aflutter with nerves. It was his first day showering in gym class. See at City high school, you don't have to shower after gym, except for during the two weeks of swimming that you have every year. Bear in mind that Jim isn't the most popular kid in the class. Small, awkward and slightly smarter then is considered normal, he'd found it difficult to make friends. On top of all of this, he'd started to feel an odd attraction to some of the other boys in his class. When your just starting puberty it doesn't take much to get you hot, but when your seeing some of the most popular - and attractive - jocks in the school in their swim trunks, it's hard not to get, well, hard. All of these things would definitely make his time in the showers with the jocks interesting, to say the least.
Jim walked into the shower and was immediately confronted with Nick, the boy-wonder track star who had gone to state championships as a freshman. He was soaping his incredibly defined chest, while making jokes with the kid next to him. Standing under the jet of steamy water, Jim had a hard time peeling his eyes away from the pubescent Adonis. Jim stared just a moment too long, however, because just as he was moving his eyes away, Nick swung his head around and looked directly at Jim.
"What, you see something you like, fag?" Nick said, as he grabbed his huge package and shook it, teasing Jim and laughing all the while with his friends. Somehow, perhaps with a little bit of help from his paralyzing fear of being outed, he trudged on. Across the tiled walk-way from Nick was Ryan, another teen-aged beauty. Jim didn't think he played any sports, but from his perfect build, you'd never know it. His chest was chiseled, his biceps bulged as he lathered shampoo into his hair, his abdomen rippling. Just above his belly-button, a trail of fine red hairs led Jim's imagination down into Ryan's low cut bathing suit to the treasures that lay below. Jim didn't dare stare long enough to get caught, as most of the class was already laughing at him as he walked quickly down the shower room.
Jim finally found a stall next to best friend, Mike. He and Mike had been friends since elementary school, and had lived next-door to one another until two years before when Mike's family moved to the city. They did the usual stuff two male best-friends did, including fooling around a little bit, "experimenting", if you will. They had jerked off together, but Jim always regretted never doing anything else. All of this had ended years before of course, but Jim always had a little bit of a crush. Mike was short and stocky, but still very well built. He had a substantial patch of black hair going from the middle of his chest straight down into his shorts. His biceps were large, his pecs were perfectly formed, and the large bulge in his shorts told Jim that Mike was very well hung, and cut, which of course, he already knew.
"God, you barley made it alive..." Mike commented as he lathered his smooth tan body.
"Tell me about it," Jim replied. "I wish they'd lay off. I swear my eyes wander from the floor for a second and I'm automatically checking one of the jocks out... Thanks" Jim said as he accepted the soap from Mike and began to use it to wash the chlorine off of his body. Jim didn't have a body to be ashamed of, he wasn't built like most of the boys in the room, but he wasn't fat either. He had the beginnings of good definition, and if he worked at it a little, he probably could have put a lot of the jocks to shame.
As Jim has arrived late to the showers (he was having a quick chat with his teacher about the upcoming school show,) he was still there scrubbing away when the room started to empty. Jim closed his eyes to shampoo his hair (he had this unfortunate and somewhat embarrassing habit of getting soap in his eyes and looking partly stoned in his next class,) and suddenly,
"You know, I don't mean to be so cruel..." Nick said, bringing Jim back to reality with a snap. He looked around and realized that the room was empty except for him and Nick. "I just do it because it's expected ..."
`Yeah, sure' Jim thought. "It's okay, I understand" Jim lied, as he hurried to get the shampoo out of his hair.
"Really, I feel bad about it. I want to try and make it up to you somehow..." Nick said. As he said this, he took the bar of soap out of the dish on the stall wall and slid it slowly down the front of his bathing suit. He moved it around a little bit, but was interrupted by the warning bell, saying that they only had three minutes left before the next class would start. Nick jerked the soap out of his shorts, and Jim couldn't help but notice that Nick's shorts seemed a lot tighter in the front then they had been before.
Jim lay in bed that night pondering what had happened that afternoon in the shower. Had Nick been flirting with him, or was it just wishful thinking. Whatever it had been, Jim was extremely turned on by the occurrence. Watching Nick stroke his hot, teenage meat had given Jim a raging hard-on that caused him to be late for his next class.
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