Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 16:03:23 +0200
From: Nicolas Wilson Wilson <nclswlsn@gmail.com>
Subject: Shower embarrassment at the Y - Part 1

The following story contains graphic sexual language and actions
between males. If material of this nature offends you, or it is
illegal in your jurisdiction for you to view it, DO NOT READ any
further.
This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or
events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practises
are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you.

Please send your comments to nclswlsn@gmail.com

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I've been coming to the Y with my best friend Mikki for two weeks. He
finally persuaded me to tag along after regularly coming to the Y for
almost a year by himself. It's not that I don't like to exercise and
work out, which Mikki knew, but I dreaded the locker room. Mikki,
though my best friend, just like no one else, didn't know what I had
known for a few years: Unlike Mikki, who almost constantly talked
about girls or their bodily features like breasts and ass, I wasn't
into girls but very much into boys.

I had seen Mikki naked a few times before but the Y was the first time
we showered together. I had had sexual fantasies about him and jerked
off to those images in my head a couple of times but only because he
was the only guy I had seen naked besides my dad and myself. It was
weird, not because he wasn't good looking but he was like a brother to
me. During the second week at the Y, I saw someone that dominated my
jerk off imagination ever since: A hunk who was a year or two older
than us. He worked out on two of three days Mikki and I went and we
would almost always run into him in the shower.

What I had dreaded happened frequently thereafter: I uncontrollably
grew hard or semi-hard in front of them. I was sure they both saw
though thankfully they never said anything. I blushed every time it
happened but just couldn't control myself as it went on for weeks. Out
of fear and embarrassment, I skipped again and again and Mikki
practically dragged me to the Y when I didn't come up with an excuse.

We walked home from the Y one day, actually a Friday and a day I'll
never forget, as Mikki seemed nervous. I had no clue to why but he
dodged every attempt at an answer. We were in front of his house as he
finally told me what had bothered him:

"Jason, you know I love you like a brother, right?"

"Sure, Mikki!"

"And you know that would never change?"

"I guess."

He swallowed deeply.

"So why didn't you come out to me? You don't need to say anything, I
had known even before you glared all over Patrick at the Y. I just
hoped you'd tell me on your own."

He looked at me teary-eyed and I couldn't say a word as tears started
to run down my cheeks. We hugged silently for minutes until I found
words.

"Thanks. And I'm sorry, I guess."

"Remember in fifth grade when we decided not to have secrets?"

"Yes, but..."

"No but. You broke that promise and if I'm not mistaken, you'd have to
tell Mrs. Anderson she has a lisp and fizzles all over us in first
row."

He smiled and I knew that the latter part about our 5th grade teacher
and her lisp was just a tease. Back then, telling her was the hardest
punishment we were able to come up with in case we'd ever break our
no-secrets-promise.

"So we're cool?"

"You bet! But we need to figure out how to set you up with Patrick."

"Please stop teasing me already!"

"You know that he is gay?"

"No. And how in the world do you know?"

"Oh come on. Did you never see how he looks at you?"

"I'm lost."

"Apparently your dick is the only working gaydar you have."

Mikki winked at me while I blushed in all shades of red.

"Don't worry, I think Patrick likes your shows."

That moment my mom pulled up into our driveway and hollered me over to
help her with the groceries.

"I got to go."

"Sure, I'll call you later. Maybe you can sleep over, haven't done
that in years."

"You're not after a girl tonight?"

"Not tonight, you're more important to me."


I went over to Mikki's at around 11 after my grandparents' left. It
was our first sleep over in about 3 years, having stopped after
reaching "adulthood" at my Bar Mitzwa. I actually missed our talks
alot but hours of phone conversations and chats practically every
evening compensated for some of it. We had two hours to talk tonight,
as, even though not a school night, we were asked to go to sleep at 1.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You want to know how I figured it out?"

I nodded.

"I've suspected for a few years but wasn't really sure until we ran
into Patrick at the Y."

"You suspected for years?"

"Yeah, I mean, you never talked about girls, seemed disinterested in
details of my getting to second base-stories. And you were always
really uncomfortable when we were naked."

"Hmm."

"You've never acted on your feelings, have you?"

"No!"

"Too bad, you're a catch!"

I blushed.

"Stop teasing me."

"I'm not. You're smart, funny, good looking and hung. You should have
gotten plenty!"

"I just came out to you, how should anybody else know?"

"First, you didn't come out to me but I figured it out. Secondly,
aren't you guys supposed to have a gaydar?"

"If I have, it's not working."

"Oh, I think it is working."

"You really think growing hard is my gaydar?"

"Could be. And if it's not, at least you gave Patrick something to
drool over when he jerks off!"

Images of Patrick wanking flashed in my head and I instantly grew hard.

"I guess you thought of something pleasant."

Mikki pointed at my tenting shorts.

"Why do you keep looking at my boner?"

"'Cause it's hard to overlook!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you got a big boner, dummy! Yours is like 2 inches bigger than mine."

"For real?"

"Hell yeah!"

I could see Mikki was tenting his pyjama bottoms too as an awkward
silence followed for a few minutes until Mikki broke it:

"I know its early but I'm already tired. Want to hit the bed?"

"Sure."

Mikki went into the bathroom and I knew he didn't just brush his
teeth. He was in there way too long and came back without tenting his
pyjamas. I didn't say a word and, in the bathroom, quickly rubbed one
out just like he must have done. When I got back, Mikki left it
undiscussed aswell as we went to bed.


Saturday was one of the days we would run into Patrick at the Y.
Unlike Mikki, I couldn't fall asleep the night before and turned
around for what must have been hours. I was exhausted at the Y in no
time and called it a day early, walking into the locker room way
earlier than usually. Mikki wanted to continue his workout and meet up
later as I hit the shower. Surprisingly, Patrick joined me just
minutes later. I grew hard in seconds and, motivated by Mikki's
motivation, decided it was time to talk to him, something I hadn't
done besides greetings.

"Cut your workout short aswell?"

"Yeah, not really feeling it today."

He glimpsed at my boner and grew semi-hard himself.

"Me too, just couldn't fall asleep yesterday."

"Bad dreams?"

"No, just alot to think about."

"I see."

We didn't talk again until we dried off and started to get dressed
minutes later.

"So what were you thinking about that kept you from sleeping?"

"I was actually thinking about you."

"You were?"

"Ahm, yeah."

Awkward silence followed. I wondered if Mikki was wrong and feared
Patrick would lose it any minute and punch me, though he didn't look
angry at all.

"I...I wondered if, ahm, you ever...wanted...to go to the movies or something."

Patrick instantly started to smile all over his face.

"Sure! So you're interested in me after all?"

"Wasn't that obvious for weeks?"

"At first I thought so, but after you never even talked to me, I
thought you just had a hard time controlling, ahm, you know."

"I am. Even though Mikki thinks it's my gaydar."

"He does?"

"Yeah. Anyways, I know it's short notice but what are you doing this weekend?"

"I've got family plans tomorrow..."

"Never mind then, maybe next week?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm free tonight."

"Oh, ahm, me too."

Patrick wore underwear but I could clearly see he had grown fully
hard. He blushed as we set up meeting place and time and exchanged
cell numbers. As we were finally dressed, we left but headed different
directions.

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