Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:38:26 -0800 (PST)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Could have Should have

We all have opportunities that come and go without our realization, at
least not at the time. Days or years later, we kick ourselves thinking
about what might have happened had we seized these opportunities at the
time.

One (just one) of mine came in high school. I was friends with the son of
our principal, Trevor. He was a nice guy whose hobby was photography. I was
interested too so we had that in common.

Too, most kids avoided him since he was the son of the most powerful person
in our lives at the time, saving our parents.

I guess if he had been openly rebellious he would have been more
popular. But Trevor was ok and neither a rabel rowser nor a geek. He was an
above average student, pleasant and in my opinion hot.

We swam in the public pool, so I had the chance to see his body which was
lean and cut. He didn't work out, it was natural - damn him. We hung out
going to films and even a few basketball games. I wasn't a fan but he had
to take hotos so I tagged along.

Almost a year after we met, I was hanging out at his house more and more. I
walked around his room looking at his photographs which were
everywhere. There were tons of sports related shots.

I had to adjust myself seeing some partially clad athletes from our school
and others. There were lots of lockerroom photos. Trevor was in the shower
and emerged.

I complimented him on the revealing shots. He laughed saying it was
interesting how modest guys were except in the locker room.

I sat on his bed looking through a stack of photos and saw him standing
across the room, totally naked. The water beads were rolling down his
smooth skin.

I stared. I remember thinking I should look away but Trevor's smile and our
conversation kept me looking.

Trevor obviously either was oblivious to what he was doing or he didn't
mind. Years later I realized he wanted me to watch.

He dried his hair and face. I could look at him up and down when he did
that. His cock swung a bit as he moved. His ballsac hung behind it. His
legs were long and had the usual hint of manly hair.

He turned away for some reason and I saw the expanse of his back which
narrowed at his waist and then branched out gracefully into his two mounds
of buttocks, smooth buttocks, round and begging me to hold them.

"So ..." he continued to talk as he turned this time drying his chest and
arms.  He toweled his back and I concentrated on his nipples. They were
pointed if not erect. His smooth chest seemed naturally interupted by
them. They weren't pink so much as brown. From across the room I could see
a lone hair sticking out of the tip of one of them.

How I wanted to grab it with my teeth and pull it out. I wondered if he'd
like it at the time. Now I know he would have.

Trevor moved the towel over his stomach bunching it up and moving it
against his skin, pressing it into himself and closed his eyes. I had
rubbed my own gut hard while masturbating, so I imagined what he was
feeling.

He flipped his penis towards me as if beckoning me. I thought that then but
knew I was only imagining again. But I did see it expand a bit so it
dangled pendously afterwards. He moved the towel under his balls and turned
sideways immitating a striptease dancer as he rubbed the towel.

We both laughed at his antics.  He dried his butt and again closed his eyes
as if with pleasure, then his legs.

He bent over as he dried the backs of his thighs. Then he turned away from
me and repeated the same movement. Doing that displayed his ass to me more
and gave me a peek of his butthole too. I wanted to touch it, slip my wet
finger against it as I did my own from time to time.

Trevor moved close. "Wanna?" he asked me to dry his back. I took the damp
towel and pressed and wiped it against his wet back.

"You can shower too if you want. Nobody's here" I remember his words
clearly. I remember the heat of his body as he turned to face me. I
remember his cock being so close to me I could hve knelt licking fhis chest
to his cock and taken it in my mouth.

The idea of showering and standing naked for his inspection hardened me in
my shorts. I believe his eyes noticed too.

He stayed naked for awhile as we looked at more of his photos. I could have
patted his bare buttocks, hugged him, begun one of our wrestling matches or
just kissed him. I did none of those things.

Trevor eventually wrapped the towel around his waist and then dropped it as
he bent over again showing me his asscrack as he began the process of
covering his body, his naked available body, with clothing.

We kept in touch over the years. His sports photos were famous especially
those that featured wet, near naked athletes. There was a calendar of
soccer stars from France he created too. Each month featured a naked pose
of one of the stars.

I wonder if I was willing to shower for him now, if he'd be interested. I
almost asked him once when we were playing bball in my driveway during one
of his visits.

He's not married. Neither am I.

I wonder if it's too late.