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-1970's. 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 entering 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 eighteen-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 lying 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.