Naked skater boys he vented about how what a lazy out of shape generation we were I scooted just a young closer to Josh and caught his eye. He looked bare naked boys at the coach and made a face and glanced back at me to see my reaction. I grinned and gamely rolled my eyes too. We weren’t the best of friends but lately we’d been cutting up together in gym class at coach Feldmans expense and my growing delight. I mean my physically growing delight. Something which only Josh could see as we sat at the back of the class, but something which was unmistakable in my tight gym shorts. I was sitting cross-legged and brought my arms in over my crotch and bent forward slightly as I felt the crimson creep up my face. He caught my eye and only grinned a young wider.
“What the hell?” I thought in small naked boys as coaches droning ceased and we were dismissed to the showers. I lagged behind the others naturally, thinking I’d better skip the showers today and head right for home as this was last period and we were allowed to do that.
Just as I reached the door to the locker room I felt something grip the back of my jock strap and pull me backwards. Hot breath seared into my ear and the small boys naked top sites of my neck. “Not so fast Jason!”
Josh spun me around so fast and pinned my arms against the locker room door I had no time to react or struggle even if I had wanted to. We were alone in the hall. His breath came short and ragged as his warm brown eyes bore into mine. He must have seen first the fear and then the acceptance and submission, because just as that peace came over me, that willingness to take whatever he might want to do to me, naked skater boys released me. A confident smile, almost a sneer, spread across his face as he held me with his eyes. “OK.” he said at last, his voice both gentle and dominant “meet me at my place in half an hour.” His right hand groped my crotch roughly as I stepped aside. He pulled the door to the locker room open and breezed past me as if nothing had happened.
I had a raging boner and I’d be damned if I was going into that locker room with it, so I turned on my heel and headed for my street locker, snagged my books and high-tailed it home faster than a bitch in heat.
It took me fifteen minutes to fly past my dog and young brother and in and out of the shower. I dressed in simple shorts and a tank top. It took exactly another fifteen to walk to Josh’s house. In that time I replayed the naked skater boys of the last hour and a half over and over.