The showers were full of naked dudes -- it was Wednesday, the day the soccer team had their practice, so our gym class had to share with them. Everybody complained about that, me too, but really Wednesday was my favorite day. The soccer dudes had the coolest bodies from all that running around, slender, good abs and great legs. Some of them also skated, like Donny, my best friend since grade school, who was showering across from me. I loved Donny but he didn't know it. I couldn't let him know it. I wished that I didn't have those feelings -- I tried not to -- but I couldn't keep my eyes from stealing glances at him. Donny got cuter with every passing year. Now he was a young man with hair on his legs and a little bush above his dick. The water was running over his sleek body and off the end of his dick. It looked like he was peeing. Gary came in and got under the shower with me, as the other stalls were full. He was joking with the other dudes, happy because they won. I felt weird being so close to him, naked, in front of the other dudes. This is the guy that I have been sucking, the same guy that raped me. I felt like touching him, running my hands over his smooth skin, feeling his muscles, kissing him. I had to get out of there fast. From the showers we had to walk naked all the way back through the locker room to get a towel from this kid at the door of the coach's office. I hated having to be naked in front of the other dudes. Maybe if I looked like Donny or Gary, or a whole lot of the other dudes, it would be different. But I was a late developer, short and a little skinny, and hardly any body hair. People always thought I was a little kid. And my little peanut of a dick? Well I guess it wasn't too small, considering my body size, but it sure wasn't a dangling dong like Gary's or a fat zucchini like Donnie's. I was drying myself by my locker when the towel boy came up. "You want another towel? These are pretty small. Hard to get dry." I took the towel and he sat down on the bench in front of me. I was surprised that he had spoken to me. He was very shy and rarely talked at all. "Are you on the soccer team?" he asked. I told him no, that I'm in gymnastics. "Oh. I thought you played soccer because you have such muscular legs." "Ah, that's because I skateboard. Good for the legs." I started drying with the other towel, taking my time. "Do you skate?" "No, I'm not good at sports," he said, "but I like to watch." "Well, actually, skateboarding isn't really a sport. It's just having fun. But if you want to watch us, that's cool. We're going to skate after school. You can come with me." "Yeah, I'd like that." He seemed to be staring at my legs. "Do you want to feel them?” I asked. "Huh?" "My legs. You know, the muscles. Do you want to feel them?" I stepped up right in front of him. "Go ahead, feel them." He looked around, and seeing that we were alone, reached out timidly with one hand and started feeling the muscles of my thigh. Then he tried with both hands to encircle my thigh about six inches below my crotch, and said, "Wow! You really have strong legs!" He felt the muscles as I tightened and relaxed them. I loved the attention he was giving me, and his soft hands, so close to my dick, were causing me to lose control of it. Just then, we heard some dudes come into the locker room. The kid jumped up and started picking up towels and I quickly covered my semi-hard-on. After school, Jimmy (the towel boy) watched Gary and me as we showed off on our boards, doing all kinds of fun and crazy tricks. Then Donny skated up with this magazine in his hand. "Hey dudes, check this out! Just stole it from my dad." It was a Playboy. "Let’s go to the tunnel. Is he cool?" referring to Jimmy. "Yeah, he's cool. Let’s go," I said. Under the road, there is a big culvert with grates over the ends to keep kids out. But we, being clever and mischievous little devils, had figured out how to remove the grates and put them back so that nobody could tell. It was our secret hideout, our clubhouse. Donny opened up the magazine and we crowded up around him to watch as he turned the pages. Just then another dude came in. It was Baxter, this big football jock. We didn't like him much because he thought he was way cooler than he actually was. Besides that, he was a bully at school. One time he borrowed this kid's skateboard, broke it, and wouldn't even pay for it. He always has girlfriends, though, because he is the great football hero and has a cool car. "Hey, fags, wassup?" He grabs the magazine out of Donny's hand. "What are you fags looking at girls for?" He calls everybody fags, thinks it’s cool. He looks through it and throws it back to Donny. "Playboy sucks. Not much pussy there. You fags ought to get real girlfriends, then you wouldn't have to jack off all the time." He notices Jimmy there in the shadows. "Hey, what did you let him in here for? This isn't a gay club." Gary spoke up, "How do you know he's gay, Baxter?" "Because he's always hanging out in the locker room looking at naked dudes." "That's because he works there. Kinda hard passing out towels without looking at the people you're passing them to. I think you're the fag, Baxter." Everybody tensed up. I couldn't believe Gary said that. Nobody talked to Baxter that way. Baxter looked like he was about to explode. "Before I kick your ass, tell me why you think I'm a fag!" "Well, it’s simple. You are always calling people fags, talking about fags. You are obviously trying to cover up the fact that you are one." "Come on, let’s go outside," says Baxter. "I'm going to kick your ass!" Gary gets up. "Sure, if you think you can do it. Let’s go!" Gary didn't even look scared. The two of them stared at each other. Then Donny gets up. "Come on dudes, calm down. You know, I was going across the street to get a hamburger. Anybody else want something?" I said, "Yeah, get me one too. And fries." Gary says, "Get me the chicken critters and a Coke. I'll pay you when you get back." Jimmy says, "I just want a lemonade." Baxter says, "OK, I want a double-cheeseburger, no onions, fries, and a large chocolate shake. Meanwhile, I'm going to go get some boarding in." Baxter and Donny left. Gary sat down and Jimmy and I got on each side of him to look as he turned the pages of the magazine. Pretty soon I could see the bulge swelling in Gary's shorts and I felt my own dick getting hard too. It was so cool setting right next to him. We both had our shirts off and our shoulders were touching. I love to look at Gary's washboard stomach. Even his bellybutton turns me on. "Man, I'd like to fuck this chick!" says Gary. "I'm going to have to give this dude some exercise!" Then he lifts his butt up a little and pulls down his shorts and boxers, revealing his beautiful, long and stiff dick. He starts stroking it while he stares at the naked girl in the Playboy. But I am staring at the beautiful, naked young man beside me. As for Jimmy, I don't know what he is looking at, the magazine or the dick. I pull my own shorts down and start stroking my dick too. Just then Donny comes in with the food. "Hey! Jack-off party! OK, I'm game!" He pulls down his shorts and boxers and takes them off altogether. I almost came right then, just seeing him naked there. Donny has a very different body than Gary's but turns me on just as much. Donny is only a couple of inches taller than me (I am 5 feet, 6 inches), where Gary is 6 feet. Donny has a very well-developed upper torso, shoulders and arms, from helping his dad in the construction business. He is very solidly built, strong and compact, hardly any body fat. His chest and stomach are completely hairless, but his muscular legs are quite hairy. The black hair goes up only to about mid-thigh, then he's perfectly smooth from there on up, except for the well-defined patch of pubes above his dick. Gary is tall and slender, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He has so little fat on him you can see every muscle, even though he is not as muscular as Donny. He has some brown hair on his chest, not much, then a little trail of hair running down from his belly button to his pubes. His balls are hairy and the hair on his legs extends to his upper thighs. Jimmy is even shorter than me, a little skinny and has a cute face. Because there are so many of us, Gary puts the magazine on the ground and we get around it, kneeling and jacking-off except for Jimmy who still has his pants and shirt on. Donny says, "Come on, Jimmy, don't you want to get your rocks off?" Jimmy just grins. Gary says, "Maybe he doesn't know how to jack-off." Donny says, "Of course he does, everybody jacks-off. Ninety percent anyway." I say, "Yeah, and the other ten percent are lying." Everybody laughs. The dudes get real quiet, absorbed in their self-pleasuring. Gary and Donny are staring at the naked girl in the magazine. I am looking at the beautiful young dudes in front of me, at Gary's long stiff dick, at Donny's fat boner, wondering if it could fit in my mouth, wishing that I could try. Jimmy's eyes are also looking around, at the guys, at the dicks, at the magazine. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me too, at my dick. Usually I am shy about being seen naked and jacking-off in front of other dudes, but it turned me on that Jimmy was looking at me. Donny says, "Don't get any cum on the magazine! My dad will kill me if the pages get glued together." Gary says, "I have an idea. Jimmy, pass me the sack of food." Gary pulls out a hamburger and opens it up. Its Baxter's double-cheeseburger. He takes the lid off and holds the cheeseburger under the end of his dick and keeps jacking. "Oh Jesus!" says Donny. Gary has a real contorted look on his face. His eyes are squeezed shut. Suddenly gobs of cum start shooting out, all over the tomatoes and lettuce of Baxter's cheeseburger! "You’re crazy!" says Donny. “Give me the cheeseburger." Donny holds it under his dick, keeps pumping, and then, grunting, unloads his skater cum onto Baxter's cheeseburger. I say, "Jimmy, see if Baxter's coming! Hurry up!" Jimmy scurries outside. Donny passes me the cheeseburger. Jimmy comes running back in. "He's coming! He's coming!" I can't stop now. My heart is racing on a mixture of adrenaline and sexual hormones. I keep jacking, looking down at the gobs of white cum all over Baxter's cheeseburger. Donny dives into his shorts. Gary runs to look outside. "He's almost here!" Jimmy tries to pull the cheeseburger out of my hand but I hang onto it. Then I cum, explosively, shooting wad after wad onto the cheeseburger, some of it landing on Jimmy's hands. He yanks it away from me, puts the lid on it. Donny passes him the paper. I pull up my shorts. "Here, Baxter, this must be yours," says Jimmy. The other dudes are reaching in the bag for their stuff. I lean back against the side of the culvert to recover. Baxter removes the top of his cheeseburger and looks at it. Everybody freezes, staring at Baxter. "Dammit, Donny, I told you to cut the onions!" He starts picking through the lettuce and stuff, pulling out chunks of cum-covered onion and throwing them on the ground. Gary says, "Wow! Looks like they put a ton of mayonnaise on there." Baxter puts the lid back on. "Well, I like mayonnaise." Everybody stared wide-eyed as Baxter raised the cheeseburger to his mouth and took a big bite. "Why is everybody staring at me?" Baxter says, cum drooling from his mouth as he devoured the cheeseburger. "Eat your fucking food before I kick all of your asses!" At least he didn't call us fags. To be continued... Feedback and suggestions appreciated. mouthful@starplace.com
