was seeing them completely bare. Any worries about getting caught touching myself in public just excited me more. I could think of nothing else.

But then I felt the hot breath of someone behind my neck….

I spasmed in shock. Trying to shove my fiercely raging erection back into my jeans, I turned my head around sharply to see who was behind me. It was Matt. He was kneeling down directly behind me. I was relieved yet at the same time deeply ashamed and surprised. But to my surprise he smiled, held up a video camera, and said, “I caught the view from the other side.” I stared at him incredulously, and eventually let out a laugh.

“Nice,” I said, smiling. I tried discreetly to push my boner back into my briefs but it was just too rock-solid to move any way but up. But then, as if in slow motion, I saw Matt’s hand reach around me and grasp my twitching prick in his hand. My body jolted. Electricity shot up down his hand, through my protruding rod, and up my spine. I made a rapturous sound in my throat – Oh my god, I thought wildly, it feels so good. His grip was confident yet at the same time so very tender and sensual, his soft palm gliding over the bulging veins of my erection.

“Mmmm…” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath grazing across my cheek.
I was gasping, mind running wild. We both knew we were gay but we’d never done anything together – we were just friends. Yet, my imagination recalled those midnight fantasies I had indulged in not long ago….of me laying in bed, embracing him, our lips touching gently…his hand stirring my crotch underneath the sheets…the soft pounding of his heart against mine…his head moving down to my stomach…lower, ever so tenderly.
Ahh. I was getting hotter and hotter. Summertime heat blazing from within me, a thunderstorm grunting from my mouth, jaw dropped.

I looked back into the space in the wall of the locker room. Dan was scrubbing his bulbous butt cheeks with soap. A buff, hairy boy with black hair bent over to pick up something on the wet floor, showing a thick mane of dark hair down his crack. Louie…cute little Louie, was washing his big, dirty feet while right behind him Anthony was showing off how big his schlong really got by stroking it a few times. Some of the guys were cheering for him. This must have gotten him excited because he started stroking faster and faster, his dark-skinned monster cock expanding to an immense length. Even from where I was I could see the bulging veins on his shaft. The guys were cheering louder now. Anthony had a wide grin on his face. I was grinning now, too, Matt still gripping my boner, pleasuring me and whispering soft secrets in my ear.

It was like a porn movie. Only exponentially better. These weren’t pros; they were high school jocks being themselves. Right in front of me. My eyes were fixed on Anthony, but then some other kid walked out of the showers and started changing back into his clothes, blocking my view. Move out of the way! I thought anxiously. This kid was shaved so he didn’t turn me on that much, even though he had a nice pair of low hangers.