I remember some of the scenes in the locker rooms of my small high school, which was the first time I had ever had a gym that had a communal shower area, though there were walls that made for some privacy, owing to the fact that it was a private school that had very good facilities. Most guys would wrap a towel around them when getting in or out of the shower, so you could catch a glimpse of their naked bodies as they dressed, some were more memorable than others. We had to change for physical education and then for any practices/games, etc., the usual, but showers were optional.
Being bi, and not advertising the fact, it was interesting to see how guys interacted, since it was not too difficult to know who might be interested in another guy. I played tennis and golf, and would sometimes swim in the pool after a workout in the gym or after playing tennis, so I might not get to the showers at the same time as the rest of the team after practices, etc., closer to the end of the day. One day when I was sixteen, I was in the shower late and passed a guy I knew from lacrosse in the shower, who was walking naked with a towel over his shoulder after finishing a shower, and he was extremely hot. I wasn't obvious, but I got a glimpse of him, and went into the showers and took a quick shower. When I went out to get dressed, there was nobody in the locker room, so I changed and when I went to retrieve my jacket from the locker, it was gone. Our school had a strict honor code, and I could not believe that somebody had stolen it, more than likely it was a prank. I was so angry because my car keys were in the jacket, but I had a spare key in a magnetic box under the car, so I walked out into the late afternoon ready to kill whomever had taken my jacket because my keys were with it. I get to the car, and am fishing underneath for my key when the lacrosse player I knew came over to me, and said "Hey man, I'm sorry, I must have picked up your jacket by mistake" and he handed it to me. I took it and pulled out the keys, throwing the jacket into the trunk. We parted ways and I drove home and went about my nightly routine. I needed something from the car, and remembered that I left my jacket in the trunk so I went out to get it and when I went to hang it up, noticed there was a note in the pocket.
I pulled out the paper and unfolded it, soon realizing that it was from my lacrosse friend, Brian (not his real name), and he said "I had to swipe your jacket to be sure that you got this note, so I had the courage to put it in here. Did you really catch a glance of me in the showers, or was I imagining that?" I was a bit uneasy, now, since I thought he was going to think that I was gay and was going to cause trouble. I didn't do anything about it that night, and finished whatever homework I had to do and called it a night.
The next day, I didn't have practice, so I left immediately after school, and did not encounter Brian as we had different class schedules, and I briefly passed him in the hall at lunch with a "Hey man" type of greeting. Nobody had announced that I was to be outed in the paper as a bisexual, or that I was interested in a certain lacrosse player -- the universe was operating normally, and then I thought it had to be a joke. So, I left it at that, and the next day I had some other extracurricular activity, not sports related, so I was late leaving again. I walked out to the car and found a jacket thrown on the hood, and nobody was around. I looked in the pocket and found a paper of Brian's in it, and thought I'd go to the locker room to see if he had been in there and had thrown it on my car because it was close to the field or something like that. I had changed after school, so I was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, not our uniform and I walked into the locker room to see if he was in there. There were a couple of the lacrosse guys getting dressed, and I asked if either of them had seen Brian. One pointed to the showers and said "He's showering." They finished dressing and left. I sat there for a minute, and then walked to the shower room doorway and called into him telling him that I found his jacket on my car. He shut off the water and walked out naked again and said "Oh, thanks. I didn't know where I lost it."
He then asked me "Did you get my note?" I had wide eyes as I said that I did, and he stood there naked and said "Well?" I didn't know what to say and he said "Dude, if you're into guys, I'm going out on a limb here..." I still didn't know if this was a setup and I think I said something teenager-like "as if" or something. He walked over, wet, and said "I'm going to count to three and if you say no, I'll stop..." So he counted, and on three he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, and then his wet hand was on my crotch, as it was swelling by this point and he pulled off the kiss and smiled "Yeah, I thought you'd like that..." He proceeded to unbutton my jeans and kissed me, and then had his hand around my dick as he got me very hard, and then proceeded to give me my first oral experience from a guy. We had to finish quickly because one of the coaches was coming into the locker room and calling his name, so I pulled up my jeans and he walked out into the locker area to answer the coach, wrapping the towel around him. I was in the shower room, out of sight, and seriously wondering what I had done to deserve this awesome treatment by one of the school studs. The coach finished talking to him and said "Get dressed. I'm locking up in five minutes."
I walked out of the shower room when the coach left and Brian beckoned me over with a finger on his lips, telling me to be silent. He gave me a very tender kiss, and said "That was fun" in a whisper, and said "I want some more of that" as he put a hand on my crotch. I nodded and he whispered "Go out the other side before he catches us" and I made it out of the lockers without being detected by anyone and walked out to my car. I drove home and was home maybe twenty minutes when I had a call from the housekeeper up the stairs that I had a visitor. Brian was in the doorway and said "Hey man, I think you forgot your notebook" as he had a book in hand. I invited him in and we were hanging out for a while with drinks and a snack, and then he said he needed to get going. I walked him out to his car, and as we went, he said "I think we're about the same size," which we were. I nodded and he put his hand on my jeans and said "Can I wear these? I'll give them back. I just want to sleep in them." I ducked into my bedroom and changed into another pair of pants, shorts, I think, and brought them out to him in the car, luckily not seen by any of my siblings or the housekeeper, or my mother who was home at that point. He went home and called me late that night saying that he loved those jeans and how they were special because of our bond, and that he'd felt a connection between us, even though he knew that I liked girls. I let him keep them, and the next time I was late from my own practice, a day or so later, we showered together, and that began a ritual of showering together, sometimes sneaking in a few kisses before anyone found us, in the locker room, and we'd go to his house or to my house and have some quality sexual experiences together. We were an item, on the quiet, because I had a girlfriend and he dated various girls, and people just thought we were good friends. It was an awesome time to have that type of acceptance from a teen guy and we got together a few times after high school, and in college. He ended up meeting a guy and they're now married, and we're just friends, but we still play a little game of trading jackets, though he told me recently that he still has my jeans from high school and that I'm not getting back the leather jacket that I left at his place because he likes it too much.
In a way, it's funny because he wore my former jacket when we went out together, he and his husband with me and a date (female), and his husband knew that was formerly my jacket. He told me that he thought it was so cute that he still has a crush on me, after all these years, and he knew that I'd never be a problem because they both like me. In a way, he has a closeness to me because he remembers the times we had in our teens, and though they are in the past now, we're still friends and he now gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek when we meet. And, to think it all came about because of a chance glance in the locker room shower, pretty funny as I think about it now.