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In high school, football was the ultimate sport to play. And of course, there was no better position on the football team than quarterback. Joey Collucci was the varsity starter ever since he was a sophomore. Little guys like me couldn’t even talk to guys like that around campus. I could only worship him from the stands or listen in at the lunch benches when he held court for the cheerleading squad. I suppose I could’ve been more proactive in my lust for Joey. Maybe I could have followed him into the boys bathroom to stand beside him while we peed, but that never happened, I’d need at least another 10 or 15 years of courage for something like that.

Joey Collucci was tall with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and thick dark eyebrows and had a chin that even Michelangelo could not have sculpted. Like many senior athletes at our school, he also had an amazing body. Not that I ever saw it directly, but I had overheard comments from other footballers and from some of the cheerleader girls who described him as almost perfect. Did I mention his hands and ankles? Jeez. Of course, he walked the hallways with loads of attitude. I didn’t mind. I was just thrilled to tread on the same tile floors.

So, while I held my own in the classroom and the kids at school who appreciated such finely honed academic talents noticed me. School stuff came easily to me. Oh well, maybe at least I’d get into a good college.

One afternoon I’d stayed late working in the library on a paper and had been practically the only person save the librarian left in the building. At a wall and with the usual 18-year old stirring between my legs, I decided I needed to get outside and get some exercise. A nice run around the track would do but I wasn’t sure if the locker room was still open late.

I walked across the quad to check it out and heard noise inside so I was in luck. Football practice had apparently just ended and some guys were showering or dressing. Hmm. I opened my gym locker and pulled out my gear and my running shoes. I didn’t see nearly as much as I’d have liked since my locker was in the regular section while the team generally had bigger lockers for all their pads and stuff and were way across on the other side. On the way out, I took a leisurely stroll and was treated to a few butts of the guys in the showers but that was pretty much it.

Jogging around the track always made me feel like a real runner since this was where the cross country team worked out. I had a good body and I loved to run. Not quite fully grown to my current 5’10” and 165 pounds, I was a little on the skinny side but my legs were strong. While I pretty much sucked at most things involving hand-eye coordination, running I could do and I’d been doing it for years. Trying out for the Junior Varsity baseball as a sophomore a couple of years earlier, the coach admired how I could hoof it down to first base, but reminded me that most guys had to at least hit the ball first before they could do that. So I ran.

On like my 15th lap, I saw 2 guys walk out of the gym and sit down on the ground just outside the door. One of them was lying on his back while the other was standing up and holding his feet and trying to bend his knees or something. This intrigued me and I decided to wrap up my run more quickly than I had originally planned in order to check them out.

Walking up to the gym building, I started breathing more heavily when it looked to me that one of the guys was my football god himself. Getting closer I was almost certain that it was Joey Collucci who was on the ground but the other one had his back to me and I didn’t get a good look. Then just as I was almost upon them, they sprang up and walked back into the coach’s office and shut the door. No matter, that was definitely Joey but I had no idea about the other one.

I stood at my gym locker weighing my alternatives. Shower and get the chance to share a private moment with the one guy I’d been watching with hungry lust for at least two years or get the hell out of there, ride home as fast as I could and shut my door and get myself off. Totally lost in thought, I didn’t even appreciate that a shower head turned on across the gym. Without hesitating, I stripped off my shorts and jock, threw them on the ground like I’d seen most of the guys do, and walked quickly over to the showers.

Choosing a stall a few away from the one already running, I got under the water a little too quickly. It was still cold and I yelled out. “Andy, is that you?” I heard Joey’s voice a few feet away.

Frozen in terror from the cold water that was taking way too long to get warm and from the realization that Joey Collucci had heard me squeal like a girl, I was mute.

“Andy, I thought you weren’t going to take a shower.” Joey said, his voice rising.

“Um, no.” I lowered my voice as many octaves as I could. Did he think I was Andy? Who’s Andy?

“Oh,” he said with finality. But I had no idea what he meant by this. I scrubbed myself quickly unsure of what I would do next. With soap running over my face, I heard Joey’s voice again.

“Hey, would you see what you can do about this spot in my shoulder?” As I faced the wall, the voice was right behind me. When I turned around, there he stood, foamed up from his neck to his feet. I don’t know which of us were more surprised. His chest was nicely seasoned with dark brown hair and his abdominal six-pack shone through the soap. I didn’t dare look south of there in the milliseconds it took us both to realize he’d mistaken me for the guy who was bending his legs outside of the gym.

“Um,” was all I could manage. Soap dripped into my eyes and I felt the stinging.

“Oh sorry, dude,” he said. “I thought you were somebody else.”

As he walked back to his own shower I got to see the rest of him. His to-die-for butt with just the faintest trace of hair centered nicely on his crack and amazingly muscular legs that I thought only runners were supposed to have. He even had gorgeous sexy feet. But I had missed out on getting a look at the real prize in front. Damn. I felt myself gasp for air as I realized I hadn’t taken a breath since he’d first spoken to me.

Rinsing off I tried to calm myself down. I was actually the only one in the showers at the end of the day, totally naked, being mistaken for somebody else by our varsity quarterback. Oh my god, did he get a look at me while I was facing the wall? I mean, he had plenty of to time to check me out, right? My dick started to swell without me touching it.

I heard the other shower turn off and then the sound of whistling. Whistling? The hottest guy in school whistles in the shower room?

“So dude, what are you doing here so late anyway?” Joey shouted.

“Um.” What should I say? “Running. Running, yeah I went for a few laps around the track.”

“That’s cool,” he said. I turned my shower off and grabbed for my towel. My cock really had a mind of its own and was determined to make this an embarrassing situation for me.

“Yeah,” I said, lowering my voice again. “I worked on a history paper for a few hours in the library and needed to blow off some steam.”

“I hear you,” he said. “History is so fucking boring. I would never have lasted a few hours.” This sounded like an important disclosure to me. One that might give me an opening but I didn’t know what to say in response. Did he need a tutor in history? One of my specialties.

“The First World War.” I said expecting him to understand what I was talking about. That had been the general topic assigned. I had chosen to focus on President Wilson and his hesitation to get the US into the war.

“Really?” Joey asked. “I have a paper due next week on the same thing. How is yours going?”

“Um, not so bad I suppose.”

I peeked out of my stall, still drying off. Joey was walking over to me. His towel was wrapped low around his waist. His perfect hair was in a wet mop. But without soap bubbles, his chest and abs were glistening and speaking to me. Begging for someone to notice--someone like me. I certainly did.

“Hey, great six pack,” I said too quickly. That seemed like the only polite thing to say.

He looked down. “What? Oh. Kind’ve always been that way I guess.” He looked at me with my half erection carefully covered. “You do all right yourself.”

He was kidding right? Joey Collucci thought I had good abs? I looked up at him in surprise.

“I run,” I said. He kept looking at my stomach muscles. They were a little defined, but they seemed pathetic to me compared to the cobblestones he had going on.

“I know. You said.”

“I sure could use some help with my World War I paper.”

I extended my hand to shake his. “TJ,” I said.

“I know,” he said. “You were in my Driver’s Ed class last year. Now that I'm 18, I have my license and my folks got me a car. I’m Joey.”

“I know,” I said. “I’d be glad to try and help. What have you decided to write about?”

As he stood there still watching me stupidly hold my towel in front of my crotch, I felt like I should do something. I had no choice but to finish drying off.

“Hiroshima,” he answered.

Moving my towel away, my dick swung free and extended itself about ¾ of the way to total hardness. His gaze never left me.

“Um, that’s the wrong war,” I said, half turning around to move my erection out of sight.

“Whoa dude, you’ve like got a total hard-on.”

I looked down. It was not a total hard-on, but it was almost there. “Yeah, well, that just happens to me once in a while.”

“Me too,” he said.

I gulped. “Really? I can’t control it, sometimes in class, sometimes in the halls, it’s crazy.”

He still hadn’t left the open door of my shower stall. His dark eyes penetrated me and my dick grew some more.

“Me too,” he said again.

“It’s not actually a total hard-on, there’s a bit more to go.”

“Uh huh,” he said. I couldn’t tell if this information had a positive effect on him or no effect at all. He finally turned away. This non-committal response suggested that he had lost interest in my growing little problem.

“So Hiroshima wasn’t really World War I? When was it?”

I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the stall. I took pains to point my penis up toward my belly button. This might give me at least a fighting chance of the towel staying on.

“That was August of 1945. World War II. Truman made the call to drop the bomb on the Japanese as a way to reduce the number of Allied casualties in the Pacific.”

“Who is Truman?”

“Are you kidding me? Harry Truman? President Harry Truman?”

“History’s not my thing,” he said. “I’m more of a football guy.”

“Yes you are,” I said, pausing to let this information sink in. “Don’t worry, I can help you with the history,” I responded, thinking where all of this might be headed.

“Really?” he grinned like a little kid. “Cool. I can help you with the football,” he said, seeming satisfied with himself for brokering such a mutually helpful deal.

I laughed out loud and Joey smiled. “Here’s the thing,” I said. “It’s not likely I’m going to make the team this year. I can’t really throw. I can’t really catch.”

“But you can run,” he answered. “And I can help you with the other stuff.”

My cock was now fully erect under my towel and straining against the knot I’d strategically placed to mash it down. We walked together back toward the locker room.

“Okay, deal.” I said, not sure of what I was getting myself into.

“Deal,” he said. “What are you doing tomorrow after practice?”

“Practice?” I asked. I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Practice. You kno--football practice. We meet every day from 2 to 5.”

“Oh, right. Football practice. I could meet you some place once you’re done,” I said.

“Sounds good, I’ll shower up and meet you in front of school by the flag pole.”

I laughed again thinking about the flag pole. Could there have been a meeting place more symbolic of what it was I really wanted to do with Joey than that?

“Okay, deal. Say 5:15? Make sure you’re showered up. I’ll bring the history textbook.” I said smiling. I looked down at my towel at my barely covered dick. When would this go away?

“What about your football lessons? A deal’s a deal, you know.”

We stood at the corridor leading to the athlete’s lockers and stopped. “Um, I don’t think you’re going to make me into much of a football player. Don’t worry. We’ll work something out.”

“How about working on my shoulder?”

My eyes dragged his down to my tented towel and we both smiled.

“Probably not a good idea for a guy with a hard-on to be giving the quarterback of the football team a rub-down in the locker room late in the afternoon,” I said. Joey laughed.

“No, probably not,” he said. He turned and walked away. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” his jock voice trailed off. I watched as he removed his towel and rolled it around his neck. He was still laughing. I watched his great ass as he turned the corner at the end of the row. Man!

Without warning, my dick erupted. Thick white drops of my own sperm found their way up from behind the towel. I had never even seen his cock.