Watching the boys at the college gym play basketball was always such a turn on for me. Seeing their cocks hanging loose through the fabric of their basketball shorts always did the trick. I got so damn hard watching them go for jumps, often shirtless, their smooth chests glistening with sweat. That’s why every Saturday morning after class I would go to the gym to watch the guys shoot hoops.

Part of me wanted to join the muscled studs, but I’ve never been good at sports. I am the biggest klutz I know. Then again, even if I could play, I’m sure the guys wouldn’t have wanted to play with someone who had a permanent erection. I leaned back against the cold bleachers and watched a tall stud go for a lay up. Mmmm, I could sit here for hours, I thought to myself. I watched them play game after game. They never tired of dribbling the little ball back and forth, I laughed to myself, straight guys and their games are so cute.

As the game drew closer to the end, the loosing team really began to give it their all. In tossing the ball to one another, one of them missed and it came straight for my head. It was a near miss landing right next to me instead. I grabbed it just as the tallest of all the guys came towards me.

“Oh man, are you alright? That was a total accident.”

He was genuinely concerned and too damn good-looking for me to make an issue of it.

“Yeah it’s cool. I’m all right. It’s a good thing you guys’ weakness is your aim,” I said without thinking.

Instead of getting upset, he laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. He dribbled the ball for a bit; the guys on the court screamed at him to return to the game. He asked if I was gonna stick around for a while and I shook my head yeah.

“All right then don’t leave, game’s almost over,” and with a wink he returned to the court, leaving me breathless and in total shock.

My head was spinning, here was this athletic stud telling me to stick around. I was determined not to move a muscle until he returned, which like he said wasn’t very long. After a few more shots the game was over and the guys began to go their separate ways. My heart raced as he approached me; with a big smile on his face, he took a seat next to me on the bleachers.

“I’m Ethan,” he said to me sticking his hand out for me to shake.

“Nice to meet you I’m Rob,” I said.

I could feel myself getting hot. I tried to readjust myself in the hopes that he wouldn’t notice my hardening cock.

“You’re here a lot,” he said “but you never play. How come?”

“Well I have no athletic skill what so ever. I just come here to watch you guys play.” I said quickly, looking away and trying not to stare at his sweaty chest or smooth pecs.

“Well, you know, there are other ways to work up a sweat.”

I looked at him not quite sure what he meant until he took my hand and placed it on his thigh. My heart was beating a mile a minute as he slid my hand inside his shorts to his semi hard cock. I took it in my palm and began to stroke.