1. Blue Grey


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Gay, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Virginity, Voyeurism, Author: Bon Vivant, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    said come on, my office. Hustle!” Coach repeated. “Dude, you just dove threw his legs like you think you’re Jackie Chan or some shit…I’m like, 95% sure you two choreographed that little show so you can keep your cred.” Someone said amid the steady prickle of water hitting tile. Everyone laughed. By the time paperwork and school sports/academic policy reviews – thrilling stuff – Coach had to go over with me was finished, the locker was humid and warm. Steam billowed, obscuring the taut bodies of my new teammates as I cautiously probed the yet explored area, wondering if I should just sneak out and shower in my dorm to hide my embarrassment. Before I could chicken out, thankfully, Blu spotted me (for the rows of chrome showerheads were within the view of the entrance) and made the decision for me. “Hey, it’s Bruce Banner!” He said, with no hint of mockery. “Tell these idiots that we’ve never met before today.” He said. I turned back around and approached the showers. They were slightly raised from the rest of the locker room, which was now littered with singlets, random bits of gear, and open sport bags. It was a relatively large and open area with the same red and black motif as the gym, not unlike locker room showers in other schools. Perhaps a bit a cleaner. “Yo, Davis, gimme some of that shampoo…I like the way that smells.” I recognized the comedian’s voice again, and watched as strode toward the source of this shampoo. “I swear under penalty of oath that you all witnessed ...
    my humiliation in real time. No rehearsals were needed for such a stunning defeat.” My voice was solemn and clipped, like a witness taking the stand. It got a few chuckles from those who were listening to me, which helped me relax. That’s when I allowed myself to actually look at the boys of Seb High’s Varsity wrestling team, and the first thing I noticed was how comfortable they all were with each other. Although, maybe comfortable wasn’t the right word for it, because while I watched - mouth slightly agape – Davis began massaging the comedian’s scalp with his shampoo, rather than place a dollop in his palm. Meanwhile, the comedian kept on scrubbing and chatting like it was nothing to him. I didn’t know if they were together or what, but they weren’t the only ones sharing wash duty. “Dude, don’t even sweat it. Last year he folded me like laundry…and I’m pretty sure Tommy actually cried during his trial.” “Fuck off, Zen!” Said someone who was apparently Tommy. “I just got a bit misty eyed, that’s all.” So there was Zen, Tommy, Davis, and Blu so far. The play banter continued, and I found myself staring at Blu. Like the others he was completely naked. Unlike the other, however, he was being washed by the two managers I met when they were given the task of showing me around and assigning a locker. Honestly the scene was kinda ridiculous in an oddly stately way. I mean, he looked like some sort of Roman patrician being cleaned by his servants…as if it was the most natural thing ...
«1...345...78»