In the Locker Room (Chapter 2)

Being sixteen, I was always the average teenage boy. Hell, a gust of wind would give me a boner. But ever since my experience with my best friend Chris, I’ve been thinking more and more about sex. I didn’t just start looking at Chris in different ways. I started looking at everyone in different ways. True, I was a closeted bi. Chris was the only one that knew. But I know what was on every guy’s mind. Sex. They would fuck anything with a hole. And in my experience, I was the hole. It was 4th period. Gym. I had just changed and five minutes into gym class, I had to pee. Really bad. Somehow, in some way, running laps around the gym had filled my bladder. The problem was, my gym teacher was Maltepe Escort a total douche. That bitch was always moody. He would always yell at the kids in my class. “You’re doing the running wrong!” Coach screamed.’What the fuck,’ I thought. ‘How does someone run wrong?!’ I was in perfect shape at that age, if I say so myself. Both Chris and I had washboard abs and fairly modest biceps and triceps. We had broad shoulders and not the worst pecs in the world. We also had pretty decent bubble butts that attracted attention from both sexes. Anyway, I needed to relinquish myself of my aching bladder. “Can I go to the bathroom?” I asked. “Why couldn’t you go when Maltepe Escort Bayan you were changing?” Coach Bitch asked. Shit. I knew he was going to ask that. “I didn’t have to go.” Coach grunted. “Fine,” he mumbled. Thank heaven. I walked myself over to the entrance to the locker room and walked over to the urinal section. There were six sinks, four stalls, and eight urinals. I chose the last one, near the five showers. I took out my 6.5 inch soft dick and began to piss. I heard someone enter the locker room. It was Damian. Damian was a sexy beast. At 5’10”, he was one of the tallest 10th graders at the school. He, too, had excellent abs. He had a Escort Maltepe small happy trail against his deeply tanned caramel skin, cascading to a large black bush and a long tan dick. His ass (from what I saw in the showers) was lighter in skin than the rest of his body. So how the hell do you have a tan cock but a milky-colored ass? I knew Damian, but not too well. So I figured he’d use the urinal at the other end. Nope. He parked himself right next to my urinal and took out his dick and began pissing. I couldn’t help it. I had to peek over. Shit. He caught me. Our bladders were finished emptying at the same time. He just stared at me staring at his cock. I looked up, into his chestnut brown eyes. “You like what you see?” Damian asked, shaking the last drops of his piss out of his member. “It’s okay of you do, I’m bi you know. Everyone knows.” As if in a trance, I nodded. I noticed he was now semi-hard. Instantaneously, I was too. The next thing I knew, we both had boners.