Stepping Into The Spotlight

[BrantCock]

I've been reading some stories on here lately and it's motivated me to write a story. It's not going to be a story so much on sex, but more on feelings and desires and actions and decisions taken on them. The story consists of about 10 years, starting in high school. It won't have any illegal in it which can't be read or published. I don't think I'm the best writer, but would love hear what everyone thinks!

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Chapter One

As a teen, just like any boy, I looked at the other guys at school, just to compare. But some in the lockerrom definitely caught my eye and someone both boys and girls would desire. I myself wanted to be one of them, not because I wanted to look like them, but I wanted to be looked at and admired by others. I wasn't an "early bloomer" at all and didn't have a lot of confidence in my body. Still, this didn't help me from having the desire to be looked at. I'd pretend there were people watching me shower or I'd dream about modeling swimsuits in front of a group. My older brother did some swimming and when he was gone, I'd go into his room, grab a couple Speedos, put them on and walk around like I was a model on a runway.

By the time I hit high school my brother was gone and when my mom and step dad would be out for the evening, I would often rearrange my room to create a "stage area" so that I could do a pretend strip tease. I'd put three or four songs into a mix, cue it up and do a routine, taking something or a few things off each song, until I was naked. Then for the final song I'd lay down on the floor, pretend everyone gathered around me and I'd jerk off, with them cheering and clapping on how impressive the show was.

Over time I gained the fantasy of being watched wasn't enough and I wanted to have someone actually see me. My dad lived in a high rise building near downtown with a deck and a wrought iron railing. If he went out for the evening, I'd pretend to do pretty much the same show as I'd do at my mom's, but now could actually turn on the light, and go out on the deck in the Speedo - dancing back and forth a bit, hoping maybe someone was actually watching me as I did. I then would go into the shower, get wet and all and then back on the deck, so my hardon would be a little more revealing and shining wet. I'd usually take it off on the deck so anyone watching could see me naked, but always went back inside to stroke.

My "shows" at my mom's house were also kicked up a degree as I entered the later high school years. I'd wait until it started to get dark out and make a game out of taking off my clothes and going around the outside of my house. I'd start off fully clothed, walk out the front door, around the house and re-enter in back and into the living room where my "audience" was waiting. I'd flirt a little in front of this imaginary group and take something off at their request. Then I'd go out the back door, around the opposite way and in the front door. Then back to the living room to dance and remove something else. This went on until I did this "dare" around the house in a Speedo and finally inside for the final part of the show.

One night however, things went a little differently than planned....

To keep the "dare" in place, I had created a way to keep myself from being able to back out if there was "trouble". In my little strip/dare game, I would lock the door as I left one side of the house to make sure I couldn't go back in that way, to force myself to go around the house. Of course that requires I unlock the door I was to enter through before leaving the house. One night I was down to a jockstrap, due to go out the back door and enter through the front. I locked the back door, timed my trip around the house to just maybe get seen by passing cars and towards the front door. I was on the side of the house, could hear some voices start as neighbors exited the house next door and could see a car approaching. I just might be seen! I was wearing just a jockstrap and had a hardon from my last dance number with basically no where to hide. I timed my journey to the front door to hopefully not get seen by the neighbors, but maybe for just a few seconds by the passing car. My blood was pumping - this was exciting!! I had been boned up for at least 30 minutes now and my dick had been throbbing the entire time. This was the climax of the performance (well, that would really happen after I was inside, but you get what I mean). I waited until the car seemed is was a just the right place for me to head towards the front door and I went for it. I got to the front porch, stepped up onto it, turned for a moment towards the car, then went to the front door to go inside before the car got too close. I put my hand on the doorknob to turn it but it wouldn't move.

In my excitement to do this last part in the jockstrap I had forgotten to unlock the front door! I froze in place. My heartrate increased and I just stared at the headlights as they approached. Yea, I wanted to be seen, but it kinda had to be on my terms, not stuck with my hard dick tenting a jockstrap (which was getting smaller rather quickly). How I hoped this wasn't my mom and step dad coming home early. I had realized at some point they might come home when I was in the middle of one of these shows, but I always figured the odds were pretty slim and if I was inside the house when they did, I would hear the garage door open and could get out of site quickly enough.

The car headlights got closer, fully illuminating me. I stood there eyes wide opening, wearing only a jockstrap, not sure if to face it or turn away - guess it really didn't matter huh? As the car approached the house it took the turn away from the driveway one would make if they weren't stopping here and passed the house. I wondered if someone had seen me. I hoped someone had seen me. As I thought about that my cock started to swell again. I then went to the side of the house to retrieve the hidden door key, unlocked the door and went in. What a rush that was! My adreneline was pumping. Had they seen me? Damn, that would be hot. I took off the jockstrap. I did it! I might just have actually shown off and someone saw me! I had the guts to to back outside naked, replaced the key and went back in, only to finish the show for my audience with a fountain cumshot that had been building for some time.

I want to see at this point that this story is not going to result in my growing up to be a "flasher" or someone who wants to make other people looks that them. That's not me, though I didn't have control over it at this point. This story is about my showing off for certain, but as I act more on those desires it will take a course of refinement that it happens for people who want to see me, rather an my forcing myself on someone who doesn't.

One next chapter will lay a little more foundation on other activities back then, to give you a little more background on me, but not so much sexual desire centered - just more on my life in general.




Let me know if you like or have suggestions....Thanks.

- Brant

 

[rocabar]

Very nice, Brant- Looking forward to more.

 

[pe_gay89]

Great start.

Thanks for posting!

 

[BrantCock]

Thanks for the messages rocabar and pe_gay89!

Here's chapter 2 - this one may be a little dry, but I think it's needed for the rest of the story and it's not very long.

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Chapter Two

Non-sexual stuff with me back then was kinda normal teen guy stuff. For sports, I played soccer. Was damn good too. Always center or left mid-field cause I could and run and run. I had strong, powerful legs and great stamina. I always started and frequently played almost all the game. I scored as many goal as some of the strikers and had the speed to chase down the man with the ball.

In school I was a pretty good student. It wasn't very hard for me to get A's and B's without trying very hard. My folks were a little disappointed at times cause they thought I should be doing a little better, but I graduated with about a 3.5 GPA so it was pretty hard for them to complain too much.

I kinda hung out with everyone. Some of the jocks, some of the non-jocks. I was never really into the "have to hang out with your own kind" scenes which honestly probably ended up hurting my social life more than helping it because it seemed like the jocks thought I didn't want to hang out with them cause I had other friends and the non-jocks thought I would want to hang out with the jocks. Although I was a starter and lettered my junior year, soccer just doesn't put you in the same league as football or basketball.

Like I said before, my home life was my mom and my step-dad. My dad lived in the same town and I saw him about half the weekends. My brother was away at college and during the summers worked somewhere else. We were never particularly close so his being gone was just more attention for me and someone had already softened the rules for me to break so overall all was fine with me there.

I was interested in girls, but mostly curiousity. Guys bodies just seemed more interesting and enjoyable to look at, plus I just got along with them better. To this day I don't call myself entirely gay, but I still definitely prefer guys. Some gay guys are like "eeeewww" with women, but I like tits and the softness of a woman's skin as I run my hands over it. Making out while screwing feels good and the way some women moan during an orgasm is a satisfying sound to hear. I now joke with people that when in college you hear guys say "I was drinking and kinda fooled around with a dude" I now say "I was drinking and kinda fooled around with a girl".

I did date girls in high school. I loved to hang out and do some kissing. I would get aroused and feel their breasts and do my best to get them to put their hand on my chest, then slowly nudge their hand lower, hoping they would grab at my crotch which I was playing with their tits. The first girl who made me cum was rubbing me outside when I told her she could put her down in my underwear if she wanted. She did and in mere moments I blew in my pants. Fortunately she had jerked a few guys off before and wasn't as freaked by it. Her hand was a complete mess when it came out and my shorts were absoutely soaked. I so wanted her to see it and play with it and see me, but we were taking a chance cause we were at her house and her family was around. Really she wasn't my type anyway and after that evening we didn't go out again.

Prom of my senior year brang my first experience "having sex". My date came over to my dad's place for dinner and we did it after we ate as part of one of my "shows". I had bought a new Speedo to show off for her. I remember calling her from store I bought it at to ask if the color was cool with her. Obviously this was somewhat pre-arranged. Years later my dad told me he had found the Speedo that night - cool of him to no bust me with it then, huh?

That's should round out the base for this story. I went to college the next year, excited for the freedom and opportunities it would bring me. I would also be a place where my desires to showoff would develop.

So...on to college.....


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The "fun" will pick up from here with every chapter being a new experience. Keep reading and let me know what you think.

 

[rocabar]

Thanks for the installment, Brant. I like your writing style- it's like we're just chatting.
A question for you- Are these episodes (semi) autobiographical?

Anywhoo... Thanks for sharing with us!

 

[BrantCock]

Thanks for the installment, Brant. I like your writing style- it's like we're just chatting.
A question for you- Are these episodes (semi) autobiographical?

Anywhoo... Thanks for sharing with us!

Thanks and you're welcome!

In some cases the story captures what my desires have been and to some degree I have explored them.

Should have the next chapter up in a bit. Thanks for reading it and responding. It's a lot more fun to write when you get some responses.

 

[BrantCock]

Chapter Three

Unlike many of my high school friends who wanted to hang together and even room together, I decided break away a little and start up fresh. This left my roommate up to complete chance. They paired me up with a guy who was a sophomore, in the same major, but from a different state. I figured that would be pretty cool. I'd have someone who knew stuff about the professors, etc. We exchanged a few emails over the summer. JT seemed like a pretty cool dude, was cool that his roommate was a Freshmen and was happy to room with someone who was basically a jock and wanted to get to know people, instead of someone who would just stay in the room all the time. He hinted he had a girlfriend and there would be times he'd want to spend some time in our room alone with her too, which I understood too. I moved in before he did and had a few days to meet some of the floormates. Those who were returning from the year before said I was lucky I was rooming with him because we was pretty easy going and our room was just a bit nicer that most of the others. JT had lucked into the room by having a sophomore roommate the year before and decided to hold onto it. A couple days before classes started he showed up.

JT was just a little bigger than me, about 6 feet tall and where I was abnormally strong in my lower body, he had a strong upper body and didn't have my lower body strength. He wanted to go the hit more this year so we'd hit the gym together and help each other out so we'd each get more balanced. I had been planning on doing more work on my upper body when I got there anyway and he was someone I could work out with - awesome!

Another dude on our floor, Tim, was a competitive swimmer in high school. He wasn't as tall as the great swimmers but apparently was very accomplished and won some awards. I had also wanted to learn to be a better swimmer and when I mentioned that he jumped at the opportunity to teach me. I was pretty pumped for that, in part because I really wanted to learn to swim better, but because I wanted to watch Tim swim. I was somewhat enamoured with his looks. His had a boyish face with a great smile, but also blushed easy and was just "cute" - I can't think of a better description. So, JT, Tim and I got into a pretty steady routine throughout the semester of lifting and swimming, alternating the training. Our dorm what quite a ways from the rec center so it was cool to have a couple guys to walk over with. Plus, if someone couldn't make it, then the other two would still have a workout buddy. Tim also lived the the Bryan, the RA on the floor and had a pretty cool room to hang out in. JT and I were hoping for some slack from Bryan since we were buds with Tim, but didn't get any. I don't think Tim got any either, come to think of it. Bryan was pretty hard core. JT's girlfriend was over one night and I was hanging at Tim's and Bryans. As the evening pushed on, I was hoping to crash on Tim and Bryan's couch cause I couldn't to back to mine and JT's room. I knew Bryan would bust JT for keeping me out of the room that night so I told Tim I was going to pretend to fall asleep. That worked out well until morning when I had to go back to my room to get my ID card for breakfast. I knocked and went in, figuring they were sleeping. JT was butt ass naked fucking his girlfriend when I opened the door and walked in. My eyes went to JT's cock, which at that point was about to thrust back into her. JT turned his head towards me and yelled "get out"! Our eyes met, I turned my head and left. I waited a few minutes, then went back to Tim and Bryan's room. I told Bryan I couldn't find my ID and he got me into the cafeteria. As we finished eating JT showed up and joined us as Tim and Bryan left. I felt bad for walking in on them but he felt worse for keeping me out of the room. He was a good roommate.

The beginning of upper body lifting for me was pretty challeging. Except for part of a PE class in high school I hadn't spent much time around a weight room, so JT was helpful for showing me technique, routines, methods for rotating workouts and some nutrition information. I lacked confidence in my body back then and this was good for me and how I felt about myself. I was shorter than most guys and wanted some strength to make up for what I felt was a shortcoming I had. I had also done some swimming in the past, but never really got past floundering int the water. I was anything but smooth and effortless. Tim was of great help with that, showing us technique and stuff. I got to a point where I could swim many laps without stopping. JT wasn't as much into the swimming thing and after a couple weeks, he would do some different cardio when we swam or just not go. That was fine with me - Tim was hot as hell and wore a sweet red Speedo, with his high school swim team name in letters across his ass. When we first went I knew JT just had board shorts and I wasn't comfortable with my weak upper body wearing one so went with board shorts too. JT and I gave Tim a bit of a hard time about the Speedo, which really looked about a size too small, but Tim just explained how our suits created drag, slowing us down, which we knew what right. Still, it was fun to pick on him and I sure enjoyed that cute face of his, all the way down his smooth chest and to the trail which disappeared into the top of the suit. Honestly I wondered if he shaved his pubes, cause the suit wasn't much above his cock. More than once he had to have caught me looking his him. I always waiting until he looked away, but there were a few times I quickly jerked my eyes up to meet his when he would turn back. He had to have noticed. There were times I jerked off thinking about Tim in the Speedo. Damn he was hot in that thing.

By the end of the first semester I had put on five to ten pounds of pretty lean muscle and what was a slim, flat stomach was beginning to get some definition. JT's legs were getting a lot stronger from both lifting and stuff we did in soccer practices that I gave him to do. Tim too was starting to look even hotter, adding on some solid upper body muscle. He said it wasn't good for lap times, but since he wasn't swimming competitively anymore and he liked how it looked. So did I. I still think of him as "cute". His face was so nice to look at with a big grin with perfect teeth, blond hair and green eyes. Of course he had the classic swimmer's build, but a bit more bulk from the lifting we were doing.

Christmas break brought a nice break from school, but I hated the time away from my new friends. It seemed so long and I was anxious to get back to school after several weeks. JT, Tim and I immediately started back into our workout routines, though still usually just Tim and I in the pool a couple days a week and the rest lifting. I bought a Speedo over the break and caught shit from Tim the day I put it on in the lockerroom our first swim back from break when I changed into it. Did he have to say something about it so loud and others looked too? Actually I kinda liked the attention. I had taken it off and was hanging it up in my locker when JT walked in a saw it in my hand and had to make a crack about it too. Jerks. Tim did say it certainly suited me and he felt I was swimming more confidently. I had tons of confidence in my physique now and was proud to be sporting the Speedo on the pool deck walking to and from the lockerroom. I also started noticing people checking me out a bit too walking between the lockerroom and pool, and liked it.

One Saturday afternoon JT went and swam with us. The place was packed. There was a diving competition going on at the other pool and the stands were packed. The lap pool was open and there were a large number of students either lap swimming or just standing around. As we walked out across the pool deck I was watching to see if people were looking at me. Of course there were guys everywhere in Speedos and I know mine was feeling tighter by the moment. I walked over to the side of the pool, put on my goggles, got into a racing croutch and launched into the pool, hoping everyone in the place was watching.

Apparently at least someone was watching me that previous Saturady. One night later on that week we went for a workout. As I looked in my locker from the outside (the lockers were like "cages" so you could see through them and stuff in them could dry) I saw what looked like a note. I opened the locker and unfolded it. It's been a few years and I don't remember the exact words, but it said something like "You are fucking HOT in the Speedo dude. Want to know who this is? Show up here Sunday morning around 9:00, swim a few laps and meet me in the sauna. I think you'll like what you see".

I quickly folded up the paper and shoved it in my pocket. Tim saw the whole thing from his locker.

Tim: "What was that?"
(shit)
Me: "I guess I have an admirer" (couldn't think of anything better to say)
Time: "Let me see it", holding out his hand.
Me: "No".
Tim: "Dude, what did it say?"
Me: "Um...just someone thinks I'm a good swimmer. Probably got me mixed up with someone else. Let's go swim."
Tim: "Ok"

I was pretty rattled and excited by this, with lots of questions flooding my mind. I was pumped someone noticed me and liked what they saw. At the same time I was a little scared that it must have been a guy and although guys bodies have always turned me on, I had yet to actually admit to someone that was the case. I'm pretty picky about what kind of bodies turn me on and what if this guy didn't? What if someone is just putting me on? Maybe I wouldn't go on Sunday.

But, if you have learned anything about me in the past chapters, you know that I had to go through with it. My desire to show off determined that. For the past few years I had acted out fantasies surrounding people wanting to look at me and set up opportunities for people to accidentally look at me. But now I KNEW for the first time someone really did! I could always just show up and swim and then go back to my room if I felt like chickening out, but I had to go and find out. What if this guy was really hot? Where would that lead? I was a little scared of that cause I wasn't really sure about my sexual orientation and didn't wanted to be outed as gay, but I could always back out and claim it never happened too. Nobody knew about the note, other than Tim and he didn't know what it really said anyway.

So, I was determined I'd go through with it. JT and his girlfriend went out somewhere Saturday night. Bryan (Tim's roommate) was gone for the weekend and I just hung out with Tim and a couple other guys from the floor and watched a movie. I didn't sleep very well that night as you might imagine. Sunday morning I got up, threw my towel in my backpack and quietly headed for the cafeteria to eat, then directly to the pool. I wasn't going to take the risk of going back to my room after breakfast and run into someone who wanted to know where I was going - especially Tim, who might invite himself along to swim. I heard some noise in a few other rooms but pretty much everyone was asleep.

I ate and heading off to the rec. center...


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Might as well stop there, be a tease, and leave you hanging Hope you enjoyed this last chapter. The next one will heat things up a bit.

Thoughts?

 

[rocabar]

Arrggghhhh!
Brant you TEASE!

Enjoyed this last chapter... looking forward to the 'heat' ;-)

 

[pe_gay89]

^ What he said. Great couple of chapters there, can't wait for more.

 

[BrantCock]

Chapter Four

As I approached the rec. center, I remember feeling really nervous. The same thoughts which went through my head all night last night were replaying over and over. I was sure I'd go through with this. All I am really doing is swimming a little and then hitting the sauna. Maybe he won't even show up. Maybe they'll be more than two guys in there and I won't know who it is. Shit - what if it's more than one guy who wanted to meet me? That would be too weird, I'll just go in the sauna, sit down for a minute or two and leave if there's more than one guy in there. Maybe he'll be really hot. That actually almost scared me the most. I really don't know what to do. Well, I know what to do, but having never done it, I guess I know. Shit - this could really lead to something with a guy and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that, but when do you know you are? Well, I knew if I didn't take the chance, I'd never know. Life and college are about opportunities, but neither one is any good if you don't play along.

I entered the rec center and scanned my card. The place was completely dead. It was Sunday morning and had just opened. First thing I did was walk over to giant glass wall which overlooked the pool. The pool was empty. I went down to the lockerroom, passing only one guy and a girl heading to play racketball. I got to the lockerroom door, said "here goes" to myself, swallowed hard and went in. I walked down a couple aisles of lockers to mine, turned the corner and saw...nobody. The note had said to meet in the sauna after swimming. Then it hit me - was it a lifeguard? Oooh - that's it! The lifeguard would already be there, could monitor where I was, know what I headed to the sauna. Makes sense.

I changed, locked my locker, did the rinse off shower and headed for the pool deck. On the way past I let my gaze pass through the small window into the sauna but didn't see anyone there. You can't see the entire room without going in, but at that point I was in going to let this play out as the note said and didn't really want to know yet for certain who is was, plus I had decided I needed the swim to relax.

I walked out to the pool, dipped my goggles, put them on and dove in. I figured if lifeguard boy was hot for me, I'd swim and let him watch. I tried to take some notice as I swam if someone was out there watching me. The lifeguards were often in a side office, or over by the diving and water polo pool, or doing chemical samples or something like that. After swimming for maybe 5-10 minutes I took a break and stayed in the water by the edge of the pool and looked around. Just after I stopped, he came out of the lifeguard office and walked over to a hose by the edge of the other pool, turned it on and started spraying off the deck. He was closer to me, but never really looked my way. After a couple minutes of watching him, I hit another set of laps for a few minutes and stopped again. He was gone. In the office I saw a girl, looking out towards the pool, but talking on the rec. center phone.

Did he head to the sauna? I've been here for about 15 minutes now. The note said to arrive at 9, swim a few laps and go to the sauna. Well...time to do this. I pulled myself up onto the pool deck. I shook my head to shake the water off myself and looked down. Drops of water covered my chest and stomach. The Speedo was tight and wet and getting tighter. I exited the pool deck, into the lockerroom to up to the sauna door. I didn't look through the window. I didn't want to see anyone before I was in the room and honestly I wanted him to see me all at once, dripping wet, and a little hard. This was such a rush!

I pushed open the door and went in. There was one person in the room, laying face down with his head on a towel, facing away from me. He had a beautiful butt, which perfectly filled a red Speedo. I could only see the first few letters of the word across the back of the Speedo, but I knew what the rest of the letters were - I had seen them before.

Tim lifted and turned his head. His eyes started at my neck, worked their way down my body and hestitated at my crotch. He bit his bottom lip, shook his head back and forth a couple times, bit his bottom lip and looked up to my eyes.

(End of Chapter Four)

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Author's comment:

I have to come clean on something guys. This is something I was torn about at the beginning and couldn't decide which way to do it. I took the suggestion from a couple of people to do it this way, but now have changed my mind. After I posted the second chapter, Rocabar asked if this was "(semi) autobiographical" to which I replied "In some cases they story captures what my desires have been and to some degree I have explored them". While truthful, that wasn't exactly an accurate statement - I wanted to keep it vague.

It should accurately read "the story captures what my desires have been and how I explored them" or just "yes, this is autobiographical". In my descriptions I have tried to capture the moment as accurately as I can remember or in a way which supports true life. For example, I don't remember for certain that Tim bit his lip and shook his head in the sauna before ours eyes met. I remember exactly how he was laying, him turning his head, checking me out and then making eye contact. Tim has a way of biting that lower lips and shaking his head when he saw something (or someone) he liked and it may very well have gone down exactly as I described. One other example, was the conversation with Tim about the note in chapter three. Was that "exactly" what was said? I don't know, I was too much in shock when I read it. But he did try to get me to let him see it (that little sneak) to see if I'd share with him and I did make up that it was someone commenting on my swimming and changed the subject. Names of course might be changed, I just won't tell you if I have

I kinda thought it would be fun to keep the "true story" revelation till the end, but between Rocobar's comment, followed by my vague answer and just my nature of being honest with people, I wanted to set the record straight right now.

Maybe sometime I'll take a shot at fiction, but this ain't it. By the way, feel free to ask questions along the way - I get them all the time about my past and like answering them. Based on what's in the story up to this point, that last comment probably didn't make any sense, but it will as the story unfolds. So you know now, although it's going to contain some stories about sexual experiences, that's not what it's really about.

Thanks for listening. I don't have any more than what I've posted now written out yet. I had the first 2 1/2 chapters done before I posted chapter one, so was able to post them while was was finishing chapter three and write four. I am amazed how long it takes to write this stuff out.

More to come. And seriously, if you've never posted a comment or question in here on a story - make this your first time and say something!

- Brant

 

[rocabar]

Congratulations, Brant!

It takes guts to put yourself out like that. I respect you immensely for your candour and your willingness to share your private thoughts, and insights with us.

I hope that you continue to grace us with your memoirs- I for one am thoroughly enjoying them.

Tks,Wm.

 

[pdxdude]

Nice build up to where we find out who it is. So in the next chapter are we gonna find out whats going on in those red speedos?

 

[beachbummer2671]

the best authors know when to pause for the next chapter. gotta' take a cold shower now because i'm freakin' horned up.

 

[BrantCock]

Congratulations, Brant!

It takes guts to put yourself out like that. I respect you immensely for your candour and your willingness to share your private thoughts, and insights with us.

I hope that you continue to grace us with your memoirs- I for one am thoroughly enjoying them.

Tks,Wm.

You are most welcome. I'm pretty gutsy when it comes to "putting myself out there" which you'll learn more about in the chapters to come

Happy you're enjoying these memories. I'm enjoying remembering them. In ways it hurts that they were in the past. Such good times.

Nice build up to where we find out who it is. So in the next chapter are we gonna find out whats going on in those red speedos?

You know what was going on in those red Speedos. The same thing was going on in mine. I NEVER ONCE thought it could be Tim.

the best authors know when to pause for the next chapter. gotta' take a cold shower now because i'm freakin' horned up.

LOL - hope you enjoyed your shower. I'd rather take a hot one Hold onto the shower thought. Here's the next chapter.

 

[BrantCock]

Chapter Five

So, there lay Tim. I imagine my mouth was on the floor - not because of his hot body in front of me, but because not even ONCE did I suspect it was Tim, or even think Tim would be interested in guys. He and I never talked about sex related stuff. It was always about swimming or school or stuff we did and people we knew in high school.

I don't know how long I stood there not knowing what to say. Tim broke the ice:

Tim: "You look totally hot in a Speedo."
Me: I blushed and smiled and my eyes scanned his body. I remember starting to talk and just gurgled and had a hard time swallowing.
Tim: You like wearing that don't you?"
Me: "Yea."
Tim: "You've been checking me out in mine. We've never had the conversation, are you into guys?"
Me: (sigh) "Um....yea, but I haven't done anything....."
Tim: "I haven't done much, some, nothing major, but I like guys"

Tim: (sat up and looked at me) "I thought you were hot since I met you last fall. I've seen you checking me out and I've noticed you looking at other guys. I wanted to see if you were open to exploring a little. I'm sorry I didn't just come right out and ask you, but I was too scared to do that. I wanted to know if you would take the step of showing up here today."
Me: "It's okay Tim."
Tim: (smiling) "Cool"
Me: "When I got here I honestly thought it was one of the lifeguards."
Tim: "Really? What made you think that?"
Me: "Nobody else was here this morning, but didn't have that thought until today. I had been trying to figure out who could have seen me enough around here to know what locker to put the note in. I figured with the mass of people here last weekend someone could have following us in after we swam and gotten a pretty good idea of where my locker was and then just had to look the one with my suit hanging in it."
Tim: "You had a lot of people checking you out last weekend."
Me: "I did? Really?" (loved that idea)
Tim: "Oh yea man, I kept noticing people looking at your butt and legs as you were walking around. You were trying to get checked out, weren't you?"
Me: (shit - I didn't think I was that obvious) I let out a little grin and said "Yea, kinda"
Tim: "I wanna check you out - come stand closer"

I walked over closer to Tim. I was a little nervous cause someone might walk in on us, but we were just two guys in Speedos in a lockerroom sauna, no big deal I figured. Tim slowly looked me up and down my body. "Turn around", he said. I did. I felt kinda awkward but at the same time it was really exciting. I had at times in the past thought it would be cool to be a swimsuit model, having people checking out all of my body and wondering what was beneath my swimsuit. I imagined guys jerking off while looking at me, since that's what I did so many times looking at pictures of guys in swimwear or underwear.

"Nice," Tim said as I turned back around. He has been looking at my butt and now was looking at my crotch. "You fill that thing up pretty well dude", he said. "Wanna check me out?"

"Yea, stand up". Tim hadn't tied the drawstring of his Speedo, and the suit could barely contain him as he shifted his weight to his legs from the bench and stood up. I don't know what gave me the boldness to do and say what I did next, but I was in the "go for it mode". I stepped forward, reached down, grabbed the drawstring, pulled it tight and tied it as I said "I wanna untie this later". With that I put my hand around as much of his cock as I could cover and gently squeezed it. I had never felt a cock other than my own before - it was amazing. I couldn't feel a lot of detail through the tight fabric of the Speedo, but what I did feel was alive, and warm, and hard. Tim reached down and did the same. Then he flashed me a wicked grin and said, "Bryan's gone till tonight, let's head back".

We went to our lockers, threw on our clothes with the Speedos on under them and headed back to the dorm.

As we walked back to the dorm we made small talk about whatever we could. There was definitely some tension of apprehension in the air, but the time passed soon enough. We decided it would be just fine to head into Tim's room together. That's something which was common anyway as we'd hang out from time to time there. If someone asked where we were we'd say we went for an early swim.

It was a little after ten when we got back there. Bryan and Tim's room was next to one of the entry doors to the dorm and we were able to slip in there un-noticed. It would have been fine if someone saw us go in, but we thought it best if nobody really knew if either of us were there. Most of the RA's had single rooms, but Bryan's had it's own shower and a separate bedroom, so he got a roommate too. Where you could hear noises from within most of the rooms from outside through the door, the bedroom in Bryan's room was on an outside corner of the building and had a door separating it from it's little living room. Put another way, nobody would know what was going on in there from outside the room.

Tim locked the door as we went in and said "let's get that chlorine off of you". He stepped into the bathroom and started the shower. "Leave your suit on", he instructed as I started taking off the rest of my clothes and left them on their living area room floor. I was down to my Speedo and stepped into the bathroom. Tim checked me out, grined, and motioned me towards the shower. His and Bryan's shower was like a normal bathroom tub/shower combination like you'd see in a house. The rest of us had shower stalls with water conserving shower heads. There's was the kind of shower head which really gets you wet - nice perk. I stepped into the shower and started rinsing off.

A minute later Tim poked his head in, stepping in behind me and said "I think I'll join you". He reached around me from behind and ran his hands across my shoulders, then down my arms. Then he pushed his arms under mine and felt my chest, then slowly moved his hands down my stomach and then pulled himself close. I could feel my Speedo getting tighter and he moved behind me and I felt his crotch press against my butt crack. I closed my eyes to take it all in. I think we were in that position for a few minutes as I enjoyed the hot water running all over us.

"You ready for more?", he asked? "Yea, Tim - it's cool," I said. He then slid his hands, both hands, down to my cock. As we stood there he would squeeze with his hands or tease it with just a finger or two. "I want to see it", he said. "Go for it", I responded. He put his hands back on my shoulders, turned me around, put his hands to my chest, then slowing moved them down to my Speedo. He untied the drawstring, pulled the waist out to loosen it up and peeled them off me down to my knees. I let them slide down to my feet and stepped out of them. I'm sure I went hard instantly. Tim held the shaft of my cock in his hand as we both looked down and it. This felt so good, so right. Althought it was a dream of mine to be have guys see me naked and turned on by it, I wondered if I would feel awkward or maybe creeped out by it. No issues as all. It was a rush and I was totally comfortable. It felt natural and I was totally cool with it.

"I told you I was going to untie those later", I said. Tim withdrew his hand from my cock, giving access to the front of his Speedo which with his cock so hard, looked like it was about two sizes too small instead of what it normally did. I reached down and untied it. Then I reached around the back and gave his ass a squeeze. His cock twitched as I did that. I put my hands between his butt and the Speedo and slid it off him. As I pulled it down I bent my knees and got a close up look at his cock. This is the first hard cock I've had in front of me, just for me. It was awesome to look at. It was almost perfectly straight with a slight curve up, where my own makes a slight curve to the left. His balls hung a little lower I think than mine. As I stood up I cupped his balls in my hand gently and then moved my hand to his hard shaft. Tim's eyes closed as I stroked him a little and he put his hand back on my hard cock.

"I need to clean you off after that swim", he said and grabbed the bar of soap. Tim started lathering me up with soap and rubbing his hands all over my body. I took the bar from him and then did the same. Our hands eventually went to each others cocks. I also rubbed my hands all over his body. I wanted to feel his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his butt. After a little bit he grabbed my hands and stopped me. "I just want to look at you", he said. He pushed me under the shower head and stepped to the back of the shower. I was so hard already, but there was energy in his eyes, a hunger to look at my body and that just increased the state of my arousal. I tried to smile coyly as he looked at me, turning around a few times and flipping my head back under the showerhead, closing my eyes to let him look at me without my seeing where he was looking. This was such a turn on, such a rush. "You're loving showing off for me aren't you?", he asked. I nodded and he smiled. Tim sure had my number - don't know how he figured it out, but he did.

I stepped out from under the shower head, grabbed the soap and lathered up again. My cock was wanting a release soon and I decided to make a move. I lathered him up a bit more too. Again our hands got to each others cocks. I was leaning up against the back wall of the shower. Tim was leaning into me, bracing himself against the wall with his left arm and we stroked each other. Occasionally he would take his hand off the wall and to my chest or down to my stomach, but he kept pumping my cock. I either had my eyes closed or was looking into his. How intense this was, it was like I was in a trance. As Tim jacked my cock and I jacked his, I thought about my walking across the pool deck last Saturday with all the people watching. I thought about Tim checking me out in the sauna an hour earlier and I thought about Tim checking me out in the shower only minutes ago. Those thoughts, the hardness of his cock in my hand and the stroking he was doing to me was too much. "Tim, I'm gunna cum soon", I said. "Yea", was all he managed to get out as he exahaled a short breath.

Not long after that we both came. I blew first and him very soon afterwards. It was so intense - like nothing I had experienced before, and so many waves of it. I had never been that charged up sexually, ever. It was a total rush to be checked out like that, knowing that it was my body which was turning Tim on so much and to have had all that building and gotten off on it was simply amazing. Tim must have cum onto my chest and stomach cause it was covered with cum and I'm pretty sure I didn't shoot there. Mine landed mostly between his navel and his cock. He grabbed a bunch of my cum off his stomach and rubbed it on my chest and I did the same to him with his cum. As our hardons went into semis, we lathered up again rinsed off our cum. As I stepped out of the shower to dry off Tim was checking me out again, smiling and biting his lower lip as he did.

Me: "I want to do more Tim."
Tim: "I do too".

 

[rocabar]

Brant- That was unbelievably erotic.
It's even more so knowing that you're sharing your own personal experience with us!

Gawd, It's like I'm there with Y'all... Dayum... It's getting hot in here all of a sudden!!!

 

[Craiger]

Wow, Brant! What a flood of memories are churning around in my mind. Just by reading about your first experience I'm thrown back in time and remember my very first fully man-on-man adventure. The build up for me was much like yours and the fears and anxieties so similar. Thank you for sharing and opening a portal into my past that has long been dormant. I eagerly look forward to reading more and hopefully regaining a few more of my forgotten secrets.

Craiger

 

[BrantCock]

Brant- That was unbelievably erotic.
It's even more so knowing that you're sharing your own personal experience with us!

So far it hasn't been difficult to share. The stuff back in high school with the showing off and all really speaks to who I was and who I am today and it seems so long ago that it was almost another person. Some of the stuff which be in one of the next few chapters I'm feeling a little anxious about - it's possible someone on here might be "wow - you're 'that' guy". And if that happens, I hope he will say so. The thing with letting it "all hang out" is you don't know who knows, but doesn't say anything.

Wow, Brant! What a flood of memories are churning around in my mind. Just by reading about your first experience I'm thrown back in time and remember my very first fully man-on-man adventure. The build up for me was much like yours and the fears and anxieties so similar. Thank you for sharing and opening a portal into my past that has long been dormant. I eagerly look forward to reading more and hopefully regaining a few more of my forgotten secrets.

Craiger

Thanks! It's made me remember some of the details which I had forgotten too, as I've written through the experiences. I will continue to include some details on some sexual encounters, but probably just those which were exceptional or the first time I did something.

 

[pdxdude]

I am curious what you meant in the above.

 

[BrantCock]

pdxdude - I don't know how to remove the curiosity without telling something which happened that you will learn about in the course of the new few chapters.

I wanted to comment that it's been pretty easy thus far to share, but that for some reason I'm a little anxious about what's to come and don't know how I can do that without telling the story.

So...sorry, but "wait for it".