was most attracted to though was his personality. He was charismatic, but not in the typical way. He wasn’t like a politician who could win over stadiums filled with people. He was the kind of person that when he spoke to you, you felt like the only person in the world. Hunter’s eyes were captivating and held your attention when he looked at you. He had looks, smarts, and an attitude with just the right amount of sass to make him virtually irresistible. I say virtually because I had gone years without anyone knowing about my crush, even my brother who would have kept it a secret to his grave but would have also held it over my head for the rest of both our lives.

Oh course to top it all off, he was straight. After I graduated high school and moved away I had kept in touch with my brother and some of our mutual friends. Through the grapevine I had found out Hunter had gone through his share of skanky bitches. I had no hopes of ever bedding him but was quite content to keep him as a friend.

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning around 7 or 8, having only had a few hours of real sleep. All the guys were still out cold, most storing pretty obnoxiously. I got up and went to take a shower since I had to leave for my flight soon. The closet of a bathroom in my brother’s tiny, dingy apartment was... well, let’s just leave it at “small”.

After fiddling with faucet I got the shower to a comfortable temperature and stepped into the tiny nook, closing the curtain. About 10 minutes into my shower I heard the bathroom door quietly creak open. I poked my head out of the shower and saw Hunter closing the door behind him. He must have taken his shirt off during the night because he wasn’t wearing one now, just his jeans. I admired his broad shoulders and followed the lines down his back to his narrow waist.

He turned and apologized, “sorry, I really got to take a piss.”

I only allowed myself a quick glance at his chest and smooth firm stomach. “No problem,” I said, retracting my head into the shower.

I heard him undo his zipper and lift the toilet seat. He did his business, flushed, put the toilet seat back down (good man!), but then something strange happened. I didn’t hear his zipper go back up. An eerie silence came over the small room, only the sound of the shower could be heard. A few moments passed; it felt like time slowed down to a crawl. Then a quiet, wavering voice spoke.

“Brandon?” came the tiny squeak.

“Yes, Hun---,” I stopped mid word as I poked my head out of the shower curtain once again.

Standing there in all his glory was Hunter, stark naked! He was trying to hide his raging hard-on with his hands but they weren’t wide enough to completely cover his shaft standing at full attention. His beautiful body was lightly tanned, now obvious by his waist and thigh tan lines. The beet red face was looking down at the floor, body huddled against the wall opposite the shower. Behind the shower curtain, my own cock had perked up to fifth gear in a hurry.

I reached out of the shower with one hand and lifted Hunter’s chin so I could look into those beautiful eyes. “Hunter, what