Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2007 00:59:34 -0500
From: Jim
Subject: Soap, Part 1

Jim walked into the locker room, his stomach aflutter with nerves.  It
was his first day showering in gym class.  See at City high school, you
don't have to shower after gym, except for during the two weeks of
swimming that you have every year.  Bear in mind that Jim isn't the most
popular kid in the class.  Small, awkward and slightly smarter then is
considered normal, he'd found it difficult to make friends.  On top of
all of this, he'd started to feel an odd attraction to some of the other
boys in his class.  When your just starting puberty it doesn't take much
to get you hot, but when your seeing some of the most popular - and
attractive - jocks in the school in their swim trunks, it's hard not to
get, well, hard.  All of these things would definitely make his time in
the showers with the jocks interesting, to say the least.

Jim walked into the shower and was immediately confronted with Nick, the
boy-wonder track star who had gone to state championships as a freshman.
He was soaping his incredibly defined chest, while making jokes with the
kid next to him.  Standing under the jet of steamy water, Jim had a hard
time peeling his eyes away from the pubescent Adonis.  Jim stared just a
moment too long, however, because just as he was moving his eyes away,
Nick swung his head around and looked directly at Jim.

"What, you see something you like, fag?"  Nick said, as he grabbed his
huge package and shook it, teasing Jim and laughing all the while with
his friends. Somehow, perhaps with a little bit of help from his
paralyzing fear of being outed, he trudged on.  Across the tiled walk-way
from Nick was Ryan, another teen-aged beauty.  Jim didn't think he played
any sports, but from his perfect build, you'd never know it.  His chest
was chiseled, his biceps bulged as he lathered shampoo into his hair, his
abdomen rippling.  Just above his belly-button, a trail of fine red hairs
led Jim's imagination down into Ryan's low cut bathing suit to the
treasures that lay below.  Jim didn't dare stare long enough to get
caught, as most of the class was already laughing at him as he walked
quickly down the shower room.

Jim finally found a stall next to best friend, Mike.  He and Mike had
been friends since elementary school, and had lived next-door to one
another until two years before when Mike's family moved to the city.
They did the usual stuff two male best-friends did, including fooling
around a little bit, "experimenting", if you will. They had jerked off
together, but Jim always regretted never doing anything else.  All of
this had ended years before of course, but Jim always had a little bit of
a crush.  Mike was short and stocky, but still very well built.  He had a
substantial patch of black hair going from the middle of his chest
straight down into his shorts.  His biceps were large, his pecs were
perfectly formed, and the large bulge in his shorts told Jim that Mike
was very well hung, and cut, which of course, he already knew.

"God, you barley made it alive..."  Mike commented as he lathered his
smooth tan body.

"Tell me about it," Jim replied.  "I wish they'd lay off.  I swear my
eyes wander from the floor for a second and I'm automatically
checking one of the jocks out... Thanks" Jim said as he accepted the soap
from Mike and began to use it to wash the chlorine off of his body.  Jim
didn't have a body to be ashamed of, he wasn't built like most of the
boys in the room, but he wasn't fat either.  He had the beginnings of
good definition, and if he worked at it a little, he probably could have
put a lot of the jocks to shame.

As Jim has arrived late to the showers (he was having a quick chat with
his teacher about the upcoming school show,) he was still there scrubbing
away when the room started to empty.  Jim closed his eyes to shampoo his
hair (he had this unfortunate and somewhat  embarrassing habit of getting
soap in his eyes and looking partly stoned in his next class,)  and
suddenly,

"You know, I don't mean to be so cruel..."  Nick said, bringing Jim back
to reality with a snap.  He looked around and realized that the room was
empty except for him and Nick.  "I just do it because it's expected ..."

`Yeah, sure' Jim thought.  "It's okay, I understand" Jim lied, as he
hurried to get the shampoo out of his hair.

"Really, I feel bad about it.  I want to try and make it up to you
somehow..."  Nick said.  As he said this, he took the bar of soap out of
the dish on the stall wall and slid it slowly down the front of his
bathing suit.  He moved it around a little bit, but was interrupted by
the warning bell, saying that they only had three minutes left before the
next class would start.  Nick jerked the soap out of his shorts, and Jim
couldn't help but notice that Nick's shorts seemed a lot tighter in the
front then they had been before.

***

Jim lay in bed that night pondering what had happened that afternoon in
the shower. Had Nick been flirting with him, or was it just wishful
thinking. Whatever it had been, Jim was extremely turned on by the
occurrence.  Watching Nick stroke his hot, teenage meat had given Jim a
raging hard-on that caused him to be late for his next class.

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