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Pretending To Be Gay 04
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Chapter 4: School Showers
Monday morning, Miles saw me in the hall before I saw him. He was a tall guy, so I guess he had an advantage there.
I made a beeline for him, when suddenly out of the crowd jumped Brittany. She blocked my way. I hadn’t thought about her all weekend, and when she inserted herself yet again into my life, I had zero patience for it. I just tried to go around her but it was too crowded.
Miles stopped behind her. She was looking at me with anger in her eyes. “You’re an asshole,” she said, her voice sounding like she was about to cry.
“Listen, I’m just not interested and never will be. You need to leave me the fuck alone,” I said plainly.
“Everyone hates me now after the party. But it’s your fault for pretending to be gay!” she said, on the verge of tears.
Miles stepped between us and looked at her. “If you leave us the fuck alone then that kind of stuff will stop happening.”
She looked hurt, but there was nothing more I could do for her. Miles turned around, his back to her, blocking me from her view, and smiled at me. I smiled back at him.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied.
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He texted me after school: “Shower time?”
I got a twinge in my stomach. He was excited to do this, but the idea made me nervous. Why did I ever tell him about this?
I sighed to myself and texted him back: “Ok but we gotta be fuckin careful.”
Miles: “Are you nervous?”
Me: “Yeah”
Miles: “I’ll make it up to you 😘”
Me: “Gay”
He laughter-reacted to that last line. After what he had done for me the day prior, I was excited to see how he planned to make it up to me. He had given me multiple “best orgasm of my life” moments in the span of just a couple days.
He was done with practice, and we headed into the showers. Luckily every athlete is allowed to work out and use the school gym and showers, because the whole baseball team was in there. Also lucky for us, they were open-minded as hell, because all the stalls were full and several of the guys in there were literally doubled up. Two guys in the same stall. This was a far deviation from my experience on track, where the guys were modest as hell and never even showed their dick if they could help it.
We took off all our clothes and wrapped our waists with towels, and waited at the edge of the shower room. When a stall opened up, we made a beeline together and jumped in quickly. My nerves were on fire, it was already an art form to jerk off without being noticed by the guys in the next stall, but now Miles was daring me to do something wild. When we took off our towels, I saw he was sporting a half chub already. And on him, that went really far, because of his extra girth and size overall.
First, we both got wet. And the nervous energy made me hard within a minute as well. Miles started touching himself, and he looked at my face and saw how nervous I was. But I started jerking off as well. I flinched every time the guy in the next stall moved, and on my other side, there were two guys in that stall, and you could see everyone’s feet. I could see when the two guys switched places under the showerhead. I could tell Miles was really enjoying it, he was such a freak. He leaned into my ear and whispered, “I’m gonna do the thing.”
I got chills when he said it, I was so nervous, but at the same time Miles made everything feel all right, no matter what we were doing. He squirted a bunch of body soap off the wall dispenser into his hand and then reached under his balls. I watched his face change when he penetrated himself. His big dick was aimed right at me as he started stroking faster. I was starting to see why he liked this so much, it was risky and it was freaky and there were guys literally two feet away from us on either side, baseball guys showering themselves. I pictured the walls being clear, and they could see right in, and watch us jerking it. And watching Miles finger his ass, it was so crazy, that I just felt like I wanted to up the ante.
I grabbed his dick for him, and his jaw fell open. I gave a few firm tugs with a soapy hand, and then turned around. I held him and aimed him at my ass. I pulled him forward until he was pressing right in my hole, and I tugged on my cock while I felt the pressure build at my entrance. I felt both his hands on my hips, and then he pushed forward. The lightest grunt escaped my lips, uncontrollably. When he penetrated my hole, it burned and stung, but I had had enough experience with the dark corners of the internet to know that this was gonna feel good in a minute. I never thought in a million years that I would do this with a guy, but it felt right. He pressed in slowly without even pulling out, until he was all the way in. I felt him turn the corner inside my body, straightening out my organs to fit his thick meat pole. He pressed his chest into my back and started breathing in my ear.
“It’s so fun pretending to be gay with you,” he said.
I chuckled, even through the surreal sensations of being penetrated by my friend, he always had a way to make me laugh. I was rubbing my dick like crazy, trying to mask that pressure and the adjustments going on in my ass with pleasure. He just held it inside me, soaking. For a long time. I could feel my own heartbeat in my ass, or maybe it was his. I could not even tell. His hands roamed to the front of my body, rubbing my chest, twisting my nipples, a little too roughly actually, but I was grateful for the sensations to distract from my ass. He wrapped his arms around my stomach in a bear hug, somehow pulling another few centimeters inside me. He tugged on my balls and even pushed my hand away to stroke my shaft. The whole time, he breathed heavily into my ear, and I just braced patiently as the inside of my body turned from pressure, to numbness, to tingles. Every time he grabbed the head of my dick, I felt my hole clench onto his dick, and it started to feel good that there was something in the way blocking me from closing.
I glanced down, and saw the feet of the guys in the next stall, they were a couple feet apart from each other. And I suddenly felt bad for them. They didn’t have what I had. If only they could see the pleasure that was available to them if they opened up fully to another guy, someone who understood them better than any girl, someone with a perfect, carefree attitude. I wanted everyone to know what I was experiencing, to know how good a friendship could be. How many different needs can be fulfilled.
Then he started thrusting inside me. I knew from the trembling in his body that he was already trying not to cum.
I made the water hotter, and the steam from the showers wrapped around us as we held our bodies close. I was still nervous, my hands even a little shaky. I looked back at him and he was grinning, totally in his element. I was still all nerves. My chest felt tight, my heartbeat loud in my ears. But then he leaned into me, almost whispering, “Do you think anyone can hear us?” His tone was teasing but not completely. The thought made my stomach twist with excitement.
It was messy, urgent, teenage recklessness. We were clumsy and too loud, little groans escaping no matter how much we tried to bite them back. Every sound bounced off the walls, and I couldn’t stop thinking someone might walk in, someone might know.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice shaky.
I told him to cum in me. He grunted, grabbed me harder, and I felt him go for it while his other hand worked me. While he squirted a nice load into me, he jerked me fast, almost rough, and it pushed me straight into another insane orgasm. I shot against the tile, streaks hitting the wall while my whole body shook. My knees just about gave out when he slogged his cummy hog out of me.
I spun around and hugged him, clinging to him because I could barely stand. My legs were weak, but he held me up, pressing me back against the wall so I wouldn’t slide down. His chest was hot against mine, water pounding over us.
Then he kissed me. Like, actually kissed me. No joke, no dare, no “pretend we’re gay” thing. A real kiss, deep and messy, our mouths sliding together while cum dripped down my thighs. We were making out hard, grinding into each other, and some leftover cum mixed with the water, running down between our legs while our abs and dicks pressed together.
When we finally pulled apart, the water carried everything down the drain, washing us clean while our hips and shoulders still pressed against each other.
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We had to wait for our boners to go down after that, and after orgasm, of course I got some clarity, but it was probably somewhat obvious that we had spent a long time in here together, and also that if anyone looked, they would’ve seen our feet right next to each other the whole time.
Our boners were not gonna go anywhere, if anything they were getting harder with every passing minute. So we decided to tuck in between our legs and wrap the towel and do our best. Miles left first, nonchalantly opening the stall door and heading to the lockers. I followed a minute later and opened the locker next to him.
On the other side of Miles was this guy named Greg, sort of a star of the baseball team. He was changing naked, and his toned muscular body rivaled Miles’. He was hairless, except for a short patch of blondish brown pubes. His blonde hair was dripping down his head, and he was just standing in front of his locker playing on his phone for a second, his dick and balls just hanging out. I obviously had a new appreciation for the male form after everything this weekend, and I glanced past Miles to see Greg turn his head and look at me. He had a bit of a smirk on his face, but I wasn’t sure if that was just because he was generally cocky or if he knew something. I could’ve sworn he winked at me and he kept eye contact while he scratched his balls right in front of me. Miles was still fumbling with his clothes when Greg turned to us and asked, “You guys work out today?“
I sort of fumbled over my words, stuttering a half response when Miles chimed in. “Yeah,” he said, “we worked up a sweat out on the field, lucky there was room in the showers.“
Greg chuckled, “Yeah, if you can call it that. I saw you guys doubling up.“
“Yeah,” Miles replied over a skipped breath, “sometimes you gotta suck it up. We’re just saving water anyway.“ He said it with a boyish smile.
Greg chuckled again. “Maybe I’ll have to join you guys next time, save even more… water.“
I was taking a sip of juice just as he said that, and it made it go down the wrong pipe and I choked and started coughing. Greg and Miles laughed at me.
“’Cause I saw your guys’ feet looked pretty… close together.“
Miles looked around, actually sort of nervously. But then he shrugged. “Nothing wrong with a little bromance among the boys.“
Greg laughed, and then pulled up his underwear, the fabric swallowing up his muscular form.
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John Doe Joe
Yesss
Alex
So hot! Please tell me there is going to be more locker room shower action!
