Hot Locker-room boyfriends

It was the first week of the fifth term of the school year, and I had been admiring Mike all year. I have just dreamed of him wanting me the same way I want him. He has the cutest butt imaginable; it just makes you want to pull his pants down right then and there. He was just perfect in every way. I had kind of hoped (and dreamed) he was gay, but of course I would never have had the courage to do anything. We had had several classes together through the years, but this was the first time gym was together.

We had no classes after this for the rest of the day. We were in no rush to get out of the locker room, unlike the others. It was supposed to be a study hour for us, but nobody cared what we did. Only four other students in the whole school had this time as a study hour, and we knew they'd all be ditching school for the rest of the day. 

When I arrived in the locker room, he already had his shirt off. I was still panting from the last minutes of basketball. As he pulled his shorts off, I could see that his cock was hard. He was hiding it pretty well from most of the kids in class, simply by turning away from them. I believe I am the only one who noticed, but I was probably the only one looking. I had no intention of doing anything that day except look. I guess looked for a moment too long: Mike caught me. I thought I would die right then and there. I felt my face turn red. I started to hurry up and change to get out of there, but he just smiled. He turned to face me, still away from the other kids. He was obviously giving me the opportunity to get a good look. While he continued getting dressed, he, in a sense, showed me everything through his underwear. I was much more relaxed now, although it had only been a few seconds since my heart started going about 60 miles a minute.

Mike and I kept getting dressed while the others started to head to the next class. It seemed to take forever before they were finally gone. Both of us had put all of our clothes back on except for our shirts. Mike walked over to the bathroom indicating for me to follow. I wasted no time, and we walked in to the biggest stall, the one that is wide enough for a wheelchair. The first word in minutes came from him. "I saw you over there. Did you like what you saw?" "Yes," I said, as I unsnapped the button of his jeans. I undid the zipper, and pulled down the pants and underwear at the same time. All the questions I had been wondering about all year were now being answered.

His penis hung there, thick and filling with blood, but not yet hard or erect. I allowed time for him to undress me, only he did everything slowly and carefully. I started to turn him around by putting my hands on his hips. He turned back, though. I didn't know what this meant. Had I done something wrong? I asked him. "No, nothing's wrong." I turned again in an attempt to penetrate his ass. Again he resisted, but this time he gave an explanation. "Wouldn't you rather have some fun before we just start fucking?" he asked. "What if someone comes down here? They'd find out!" I said. "We've got almost an hour down here alone, and if someone comes down we can just be quiet for a minute," came the reply. "I guess," I said.

Mike started to run his fingers through my pubic hair and around the base of my cock. By this time, I was totally hard. He moved his head down to the tip of my penis and started kissing it. Suddenly he took the head into his mouth and then the rest of the shaft. He swirled his saliva around with his tounge for a minute before he continued. He sucked me like this for a minute and just as my cock started to throb he took his head away. I didn't come. He waited until I was almost soft again before grabbing for me with his hands. I stopped him, though, and told him I wanted to return the favor.

I had only been stroking him for a few minutes when started to moan. It started softly at first, just heavy breathing. But then it became a definite moan. At that moment, his semen shot out onto my hand. I instinctively lapped it up, enjoying every last bit of it's warm, salty taste.

At that point, he turned around to face the back of the stall. This time, there was no question about what to do next. Mike put his hands on the back of the toilet and just hung his head down. I played around with his hole a little before penetrating. Again he moaned as the full length of my penis went in and out. The thrusts were totally gentle and smooth, and we fucked like this for what seemed like only minutes. The school bell rang. My sense of timing must have been way off, because I thought we still had 15 or 20 minutes. Just as the next gym class came into the locker room, I came in Mike's ass. I noticed that he had been stroking himself again, and he came too. We didn't make a sound.

We held each other for a minute, and then we got our clothes on. Without saying a word, he went out of the stall first. I walked out a few minutes later. Nobody noticed anything. We had a good time in gym class for the rest of our junior year.