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It Was 1980 and I was a senior in high school. There was a guy in my grade and we had gone to school together all four years. We both did sports and we both played football and basketball all four years.

During our freshman and sophomore years we were also required to take physical education. Fortunately for me we both had the same PE classes all four semesters and back then everybody showered after practice as well as Phys Ed. I don't know why the school seem to have stopped this unless they just don't trust their teachers and coaches around naked High School boys. After all, who wants to attend the rest of their classes smelling like sweat or putting on their clothes after practice reeking?

I knew I was gay although I didn't want to be, and I was very much in the closet. Back then if someone thought you were gay it was considered a very negative thing, and no one wanted to be your friend just because they didn't want to be stereotyped either. For you younger kids now who don't understand our secrecy, back then until the mid-1970s, homosexuality was classified as a mental disorder by both the American Psychiatric Association as well as the American Psychological Association. Heck the World Health Organization did not declassify it as a mental health illness until 1990. So please don't judge our secrecy. Back during some the horniest times of our lives, we could have been committed into a mental institution for being gay.

I really did like taking showers and standing naked in the locker room with all my friends throughout the years. Although I was attracted to many of them, I was never worried about accidentally getting a hard-on in the shower because I was too afraid of that happening for it to ever take place. It was cool to see how everyone looked when they were naked and I'm sure even the straight guys checked everyone else out just to see how we all stood. I checked everybody out, so I would have material for my fantasies at night when I laid in bed and jerked off.
Anyway, there are many good-looking guys in my class however there was one that I was in lust with. His name was Barry and he was a star athlete in both football and basketball. He was a running back who happened to be very coordinated and was a guard in basketball. He was even a starting guard his junior year and did very well.

He and I got along but we never actually hung out after school. not one time. We did not live very close to each other and although I got along with all the different cliques, I was too afraid to ever call him up to ask if he wanted to get together because I really didn't think he would want to and I certainly did not want that rejection from my fantasy stud. I also was afraid in the back of my mind he might figure out why sexual attraction towards him and think less of me or I might even tell a lot of other people. He was not a jerk, but I could not rule out the possibility of that happening.

I have pretty good gaydar and I knew he was straight. He went steady all four years with the same girl who was very popular, a cheerleader and even as a gay man will admit she was beautiful. The two of them were even voted the prom king and queen. Halfway through our senior year the two of them broke up. Everyone was surprised even his friends that hung out with him on a regular basis. Rumor had it he wanted his girl to go all the way with him and she continued to want to wait. I do not know if that is the case however that is what everyone heard. I don't know how much they ever actually did but I felt if it was true she was an idiot because he was a sexual Idol in my opinion.
I guess I should tell you what we looked like and probably should have said something sooner. He was probably 5 feet 9 inches tall and was height / weight proportionate. He was not muscle-bound like a weightlifter, but he absolutely was in shape and his chest and abdomen just turn me on every time I saw him without a shirt. He had long blonde hair that just hit his shoulders and had blue eyes. He was quite fair in complexion which was surprising as he came from a farming family. I was surprised with his blond hair to see his pubic hair was pretty much black as well as his armpit hair. Back then we didn't do manscaping. I certainly don't mind it however seeing a guy with his natural bush absolutely turns me on. To me it is very manly and if I didn't want to be with a manly guy, I would be with a woman.

He also had a killer smile and when we would be talking with each other during free time in class if he found something I said humorous his eyes would twinkle and he would flash that great smile of his. I on the other hand was Pretty much his opposite. I was 6 feet 4 inches tall with brown hair and eyes. I was absolutely in shape but was not quite as well defined as he was.
In the Spring shortly before graduation an amusement park in a neighboring State had what they called "Senior Night" we're on a Saturday night they closed the park about an hour earlier than normal. They made sure it emptied out then only High School seniors who bought tickets through their school were allowed entrance. The rules stated that you were not allowed to leave until the next morning. I imagine if there had been some type of an emergency a person could have left but once 11 p.m. hit if you were not in the park you were not going to get in at all.

Well it was damn cool riding all the rides in the dark. If you have never done it, you might want to give it a shot sometime.

Anyway, I gave several of my friends a ride in my car and we split a hotel room so that after being up all night we could sleep the next morning instead of driving back while dead tired. It also allowed many of us to get a bit sober after drinking throughout the evening with our hidden supplies.
During the last couple hours we were there our group ran into Barry and he was trying to find someone he could hang with because the people he came with had to be back that next morning for whatever reason and he knew he did not want to come home and have his parents see him inebriated. I figured what the hell and offered him a ride home later since my group was going to hit the hotel room and sleep after we left the park.

Honestly, we could have all fit in the room we had rented however I just said that I thought it would crowd our room too much and told the group I would get another room for Barry and me to share which would give them more room and they did not have to refund what I had paid earlier as my share. Everyone was fine with that. Barry pulled me aside and sheepishly told me he did not have any money for a room
I told him not to worry as I would cover it. We spent the final couple hours enjoying ourselves at the park and I love standing in line staring at Barry's ass as well as his back and chest because his T-shirt clung to him from the sweat caused by the hot evening, plenty of walking and alcohol. I truly knew nothing would happen between us however I didn't care. It would just be erotic as hell for me to be sleeping in the same room as him. I knew I would really enjoy laying in my bed knowing he was either naked or near naked in the bed next to me.

Our awesome evening came to an end and even though we had a ball we were all worn out and ready to leave. We arrived at the hotel and my friends went directly to their room since we had already checked in. Barry's had was nodding in the car, so I told him he could just stay in the car while I went and got a room for us.

As I entered the hotel I thought it would be awesome to get a room with just one bed, so we would have to sleep in it together. To this day I am amazed I hadn't thought of this earlier.

I rented a room with a single queen and returned to the car and informed Barry that the only rooms available were the single ones. I tried to act like I was not pleased about it while at the same time not trying to make him feel bad.

He then offered to sleep on the floor and I told him that was silly because there would be room for both of us since he was such a runt and it wouldn't bother me. He laughed and happily agreed while my stomach did flip-flops as I try to hide any joy from my face or in my voice.

Once in the room I immediately turned up the air conditioner because the room was hot and turned on the television. We both agreed that we needed to take a shower and I told him he could go first. He was fine with that and went into the bathroom. I was disappointed that he had not undressed out in our room. Although we had seen each other naked over the past 4 years on a very regular basis I still wanted another look at my dream guy's body.
After quite some time I heard the shower turn off and a very short period after that he came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around him. My heart fluttered, and my dick silently let me know of its approval. He was still wet on his chest and back, however his hair looked pretty well dried. Even though I had seen him so many times in the locker room come out of the showers with a towel wrapped around him it was a completely different experience having him walk out of the bathroom into our hotel room where it was just the two of us. I was completely mesmerized.

While I continue to enjoy looking at his body with water droplets on his chest, he apologized to me and said there was only one towel in the bathroom, so he dried off mostly just his hair and while I showered he would sit and let himself air-dry. Then, while holding his dirty clothes in one hand he took off the towel with the other hand and handed it to me. It was all I could do to keep from dropping to my knees right at that moment and I really wanted to stare at his crotch, but I had become an expert over the years in the locker room of looking at people's eyes and then taking a glance when I could. I could feel that familiar bulge start to form in my pants so I quickly grabbed the towel, thanked him and went into the bathroom.

As soon as I got into the bathroom and shut the door, I started to undress while holding the towel that had just been wrapped around him against my face, deeply inhaling through my nose the wonderful clean smell of his body while letting my cock rise without me trying to prevent it. I knew I would never get to experience this again, so I enjoyed it as much as I could before getting in the shower.
Once in the shower I envisioned him standing there naked and was again pleased that I could be blessed with what I was experiencing. I was truly a horny 18-year-old at that moment and found it very erotic to rub the bar of soap that he had clean himself with on my body as well.

All good things must come to an end, so I focused on making my cock go soft and got out of the shower. It was damn hard not having it grow up again as I dried myself off.
I then wrap the towel around myself like he had done and made sure it wasn't too tight as I did not want my semi-erect cock to make the towel tent out. I quickly reminded myself that very shortly I would be laying in bed next to my dream stud and made a promise to myself I would stay awake until he was in a deep sleep, so I could jerk off next to him without him knowing.
As I walked out of the bathroom I was completely stunned as Barry was sitting on the foot of the bed still Stark naked although now mostly dry. He must have seen the startled look on my face and just mumbled apologetically that his underwear was still completely soaked from the sweat and he felt it would be gross to put it on after having just showered and he hoped that I was cool with it.
I tried to nonchalantly reply that of course I was cool with it as I was going to have to do the same thing because I also did not want to put on wet stinky underwear after having just taken a shower. I guess he never actually thought about what I must have had in my suitcase that I had carried in.

The movie Hollywood Knights was on the in-room movie, so I rented it and told Barry that I liked it and was just going to lay in bed and watch it until I fell asleep. I walked to the bed and drew down the covers. While my cock began to grow, I quickly threw off the towel and jumped in the bed under the covers when he wasn't looking.
He then remarked you wanted to lay down as well got up and came to the other side of the bed and climbed in. I tried not to make it obvious I was looking at him or more specifically his cock, but I know I was staring. I was hoping to see him hard or even starting to grow but unfortunately, I was disappointed in seeing there was no excitement down there.

So here we are lying in bed, totally naked and under the covers. This was probably the most torturous time in my life sexually that I ever experienced. While watching the movie we talked a little bit about the previous evening and the fun we had. Again, I had considered him a friend for several years but only a school friend. I did not feel awkward talking to him, but we really had never been alone like that and for that length of time to get to know each other even better.

The shower had woken us both a bit so during the movie my cock would get hard then soft, hard then soft, repeatedly. I wanted so much to reach over and caress my friend and perhaps even cuddle with him, but I knew nothing like that would ever happen. It didn't stop me from fantasizing however and while we talked, I occasionally made eye contact and I would scope out his body under the sheet and blanket while my body was filled with complete lust and desire.

A scene came on in the movie where a cheerleader forgot to put on her underwear and when she was cheering at a pep rally, everyone could see up her skirt. Of course, this was not a porno, so we could not see the bearded clam, but it was still quite suggestive.

While we were watching this, I made the comment to Barry it was too bad that none of our cheerleaders including his ex-girlfriend had ever forgotten to wear theirs. He laughed along with me, but I could see a slight bulge forming underneath the sheet and blanket, so I kept on talking about this until I saw him very slowly and carefully move his hand from beside him to up and over his lump. He was not stroking himself but with heavy concentration I could tell he was slowly and carefully fondling his cock while trying to make sure I wouldn't be able to tell. Because I was impersonating The Bionic Man who had bionic vision(j/k), my intense scrutiny of the area of the blanket which covered his groin allowed me to see the almost imperceptible movement.
I turned onto my left side facing Barry and propped my head on my hand while we continue to talk. My cock was raging hard and I know he would have seen an obvious tent if I had continued to lay on my back. I slowly reached down and touched the head of my cock and it almost felt like I had already cum due to the amount of pre-cum I had been oozing apparently for quite some time. It felt great to touch it however I had to remove my right hand and put it back on top of the blanket again because of the way I was laying it would have been obvious if I had played with myself. So, my cock was straining, my heart was pounding, and I could hear it beating in my ears, when I look down I could see my chest slightly bounce with each pump and I realized my hands were shaking. It was pure ecstasy and torture at the same time.
Again, my fear of being rejected by the hottest guy I had ever known as well as the risk of public humiliation prevented me from sliding my body right up next to his or reaching over and grabbing his cock. I had never been so horny, excited and miserable at the same time in my life.
I guess I kind of consoled myself by realizing this would be the material for many jack off sessions in the future and I figured probably for the rest of my life.
Barry then said that he had to take a piss. I told him I did as well. He told me to go ahead and he would go second. Well, that couldn't happen. There was no way I was going to climb out of that bed with my raging hard-on dripping all that pre-cum to go use the bathroom and have him see it. I replied that he should go first since after all, he had brought it up first and it wouldn't be right for me to cut in front of him. I made some type of lame joke about getting kicked out of the park for cutting in line referring to the previous evening. We continue telling each other to go and this banter continued for a minute or so until finally Barry said " dude, you need to go first. That scene with the cheerleader not wearing underwear and then I was talking about my ex made me get hard and I can't get it down yet. So even if I went into the bathroom right now I wouldn't be able to pee.". Of course, I knew exactly what he was saying, and I immediately told him that I also had a raging hard-on and that is why I did not want to get out of bed either.
So here we are, two testosterone-fueled guys who are very horny lying next to each other completely naked in bed with raging hard-ons and we both realized we had just admitted it to each other. I was mortified that I had admitted to it as well because I suddenly became worried he was somehow joking about it to see what I would say and now that I had admitted to it we could no longer be friends and he might even tell people.
I embarrassingly looked at him and feebly said with my shaking voice "Well that's something I've never said to anyone else before and I imagine you've never had that conversation either.". I've been let out a feeble laugh trying to relieve the tension I was feeling and perhaps save any dignity that might remain.

Barry said "Fuck it... I can't stand it anymore. You better swear to never tell anyone what you're about to see but I trust you and I guess I'll say I'm still drunk enough that I don't know what I'm doing". With that he removed the sheet and blanket and revealed that beautiful raging hard cock of his that I had been fantasizing about during my entire high school years. He then reached down and grabbed his cock and started to stroke it slowly. I could see he had a lot of pre-cum oozing out of it as well. I could see he was horny as hell and I knew I was ready to explode at any second.
With both terror and anticipation in my gut I immediately replied, " man I swear I'll never tell a soul and to prove to you that you can trust me, and I mean it..." I reached over and pulled his hand away from his cock and replaced it with mine. I then said, " obviously I'm not going to tell anyone that you jerked your cock next to me if you can then reply back that I reached over and grabbed your cock." Barry pondered this for a moment, looked me right in the eyes then down at my hand on his cock, closed his eyes and said," I guess not".

Barry is now laying on his back with his eyes shut and his entire body out from under the covers and I am still on my side under the covers with my right hand slowly stroking him, then pausing to fondle his balls then taking my finger and swirling it around the head of his cock, feeling the slipperiness of his pre-cum and driving him crazy with the horniness I was producing. I had never heard of the term "edging" nor had ever considered delaying an orgasm while masturbating myself but in that moment I knew I did not want to stroke too quickly and cause him to cum because I wanted this to last as long as it possibly could. My number one fantasy which cause me great horniness and sadness over the past 4 years was happening and I was in the zone, focused completely on pleasing him while trying to sear into my brain every little detail in the hopes of never forgetting anything so I could relive this moment for the rest of my life.
I then told Barry my left arm was falling asleep and my right arm was getting very tired and I needed to take a quick break. He did not open his eyes but just continue to lay there and said "okay". Since his eyes were still closed I swirled my fingers over his cock head several more times but instead of trying to spread the pre-cum I secretly tried to collect as much of it as I could and then removed my hand and quickly stuck my fingers in my mouth to taste the nectar of my dreams. Damn he tasted good!

I then look back up at Barry's face and was completely embarrassed and mortified to see that his eyes were open and pretty much knew he had to have seen me taste what his balls had produced and what his cock had allowed to ooze out. He must have seen on my face the shame I was feeling because he then said "Don't worry ... nothing happened in this room except we showered and slept. That is my story and I'm sticking to it". He then laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes again. I was so relieved. I replied that I still needed to take a break as both arms were quite tired and my neck was getting sore.
I then situated myself a little closer to him and decided what the hell, I had been just playing with his cock and balls, so I was just going to lay my head on his chest and use the excuse of my break to be able to lay there and smell his body while listening to his heart and stare at his cock with the knowledge he would not be able to see me stare. I laid for a couple minutes like that wishing the rest of my life could be spent in that exact position knowing that this awesome guy- who was probably the best-looking kid to ever grace the halls of our school and was the most popular person in our school- was not only allowing me to lay naked in the same bed as he was in but was allowing me to handle his equipment and was enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. I also was pleased I did not feel like he was judging me at all.
I then took my hand and put it over his nutsack but was careful to not actually touch him but just allowed my hand to brush the pubic hairs. I could hear and feel his heartbeat pick up its pace and saw his cock give a little bounce every now and then as if trying to let me know that he was there and wanted attention. I then got to see some pre-cum form at his pee slit then start to drop down onto his belly.

Suddenly I felt his hands slide down my stomach and grab a hold of my cock while his thumb gently swirls the tip of my cock head, spreading my pre-cum over it. Eons of mankind’s genetic coding took over and I was completely at the whim of my primal urge. His cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and my cock felt harder than it had ever been.

Since I was no longer in control, I sat up while still fondling his nuts and his hand still on my cock and repositioned myself so that my cock was approximately at his shoulder, so he could continue to stroke, and I had my head laying on his magnificent hip with my face mere inches from his meat stick. I took a deep breath through my nose to enjoy that clean musky Scent of a horny young man that allowed myself to breathe out so that his cock head would feel my breath. Sure enough I saw his cock twitch several times and saw copious amounts of pre-cum begin to flow out of him.
Without a thought or concern I then placed my mouth over his cock and allowed it to slowly pass through my lips, over my tongue until it could go no further because my chin was smashed into his gut and my nose was pushed as deeply into his balls as they could go. I could not believe how perfectly natural and fulfilling this was. His cock was past my tongue and into my throat. Even though I could no longer breathe I left it there and could feel it twitch.

Barry didn't say a word but he increased his pace jerking me. I slowly lifted my head and felt his cock reverse course until the tip was on the edge of my lips. I squeezed his cock with my thumb and finger and gently squeezed and milked every bit of pre-cum that I could extract from his cock and had it come out onto my lips and then tongue. I then immediately and quickly shoved my face back down his cock causing it to once again disappear into my body and made his balls act like the bumper cushions for my nose.

Apparently, Barry had enough of this as he grabbed my head and push down with both hands as he feverishly started to hump my face. With a final thrust I could feel his cock swell and then throb as he began to shoot Jets of his cum. I quickly pulled my head back just enough, so I could feel the come hit the roof of my mouth and completely cover my tongue. While this was happening, my cock began to shoot cum as well and I experienced the most intensive orgasm of my life.

After a minute I reluctantly let his cock pop out of my mouth has it began to soften and we both just laid there feeling the fatigue catch up to us from the previous night's activity. I fell asleep with my head on his belly in a couple minutes and I believe he may have even been asleep before I was.
Several hours later I woke up first and was pleased to realize it was not a dream as my head was still using Berry as a pillow. You must not have been having a great dream because his cock was soft and just look like a sailor sleeping on two duffle bags.
I got up out of bed knowing we had a long drive ahead of us and decided to take another shower. When I got out of the shower Barry was sitting there unabashedly on the bed still naked. He told me he was going to take another shower as well.

As I passed the towel back to Barry he made the comment "we must have been really fucked up when we got here this morning because I don't think I remember anything after the amusement park, do you?" while flashing me his awesome smile. I replied smiling as well "Nope, but I did have an awesome dream".