I didn't consider myself a prude, but realized how uncomfortable I was about my own body. Barry's self confidence was a positive influence. I know it's odd, but I was still a virgin, never dating much, always more interested in academics. That's not to say that I was void of sexual desire, I had been masturbating for years to 'Playboy' and 'Forum' magazines. Living in a small room with Barry made jerking off difficult, and the old bunk beds were even worse.
college
My Blond Jock Room Mate
My Blonde Shower Buddy Catches me Staring at His Full Penis
As I slowly washed myself I glanced surreptitiously around at the naked boys in the shower with me. Some of my favorites, like Tim Holzny, I would come back to more often to watch. Teasing myself I would first start looking at their face and then let my eyes travel down their bodies until I found that special place they rarely revealed to the outside world. Of course, if they happened to look over my way I would have to immediately glance away. It was expected we would look at one another, but intense scrutiny like mine wouldn't be looked upon kindly. I especially enjoyed watching the guys as they touched themselves. Sure it was just an innocent gesture, but it still excited me.
My Gym Partner Mark and I
After a couple of weeks I befriended some long time members. One of those men, named Mark, and I hit it off and we became gym partners. Even though Mark was a guy half my age, we soon became close friends. One of the long standing habits the long time members were having, was getting together on Fridays, after the gym workouts, for coffee at Tim Horton.
first time
My Older Brother's Muscle Stud Best Friend
I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. There was a knock at the door. I went to answer it and it was Bob, my older brother's best buddy. He had dropped by to see him. I told him nobody else was home and my brother wouldn't be home until about seven, but he could wait if he wanted to. Bob was a sophomore in college, like my brother. They were both twenty, a year older than me.
My Setter at the Gay Sports Tournaments
Usually, you're greeted at registration with tournament brackets, maps, bar coupons, and condoms, because organizers understand that this is an opportunity for some serious athletic activities off the courts as well as on.
My Worst Cockfight Defeat
We had chatted online a lot before, so I thought I had a good idea of Ray's weak spots, as he did mine. We got the bell and met center mat on our knees. Ray was strong, I struggled to gain an advantage, finally lunging forward and knocking to his back. We had been oiled up before the match by my bud so we were nice and slick. The touch of his smooth slippery skin against mine was sending waves of pleasure through me as we grappled. I was getting more turned on by the wrestling as we struggled on the oily mat. Ray rolled to his stomach as I squirmed atop his back trying to secure his arms in a full nelson.
National Tryouts
Erik awoke to darkness. He was a little disoriented so it took a few moments to realize that someone was pulling on his leg and tying his ankle down. Erik started to resist the intruder, but found that his hands were tied above his head, and his feet were spread apart and tied down. Erik now realized that the darkness came from a blindfold. Assessing the situation, Erik noticed that what he laid on was padded. The training table!! He hadn't been abducted anywhere. He was still at the school. The pad felt cool on his ass. His shorts were off, but the jock was still on.
On The Bus
He was definitely a gorgeous man. He was much more muscular than Roger expected a miler to be. But there he was, anyway: nice wide shoulders, great delts, carved pecs tapering to a minuscule 28 inch waist. And those calves. Chad felt most runners don't put enough hours in the gym. He meant that it helped a lot to enhance both endurance and power when you run.
encounters
Panthers Hockey Jersey Lesson
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
Peek Hours at the Gym
My boss was "The Big D"-Danny Barrett. A big, blond, open-faced bear of a man, he was a good-natured guy, a divorced father of two kids, both in college. For all the world he reminded me of the guy who used to play Wojo from the old "Barney Miller" series, but with a lot less hair on his head, and eyes that I thought were a lot bluer.