Finding Myself
A gay teenager's lust for a friend leads to exploration and discovery
The change room was fairly busy that afternoon. I walked in, found a free locker, and started stripping. Men in various stages of changing were all around me. My eyes wandered, most drawn to the ones who were nude or close to it. Cocks abounded, not usually visible for long, but long enough to stir interest. Somehow, I got into my trunks without popping a boner. When I was changed, I headed out to the swimming pool. I was...
