It was the end of a long school day and I couldn't wait to get home so I could take a nap. I was sitting in the bleachers of the soccer field waiting for my best friend Brandon to finish up with soccer practice. He was the center field blocker, a good one at that. I had quit the soccer team back in middle school because I got kicked in the head too many times as a goalie which gave me bad migraines the day after. Brandon was also a very handsome athletic guy just around 6'2, 162 lbs., gorgeous brown hair, piercing icy blue eyes, very built, had the sexiest hairy legs, and had the best pair of sexy lips even a straight guy would want to kiss. Brandon and I had been friends ever since the second grade and I considered him like a brother to me. We told each other everything and hung out with one another almost every day. We were around each other so much that we shared everything; video games, movies, books, drinks, the flu, food, cd albums, and even when he came over to spend the night, the same bed. Around the age of 16, I started to grow fond of him and realized that I was different in a way, a way that I knew I didn't exactly like something he liked; girls.
As soon as the coach called the boys in for a quick meeting, Brandon motioned me to the boy's locker room where I went and waited. About 3 minutes later, all 28 guys from the team walked in, stripped out of everything and hopped into the hot steamy showers; just seeing all of their asses and dicks made me want to go crazy. I started to get a hard-on and began to rub it. I stopped instantly when Brandon came up to me with a cute smile on his face. "I'm just going to take a shower when I get home, let's go." I wonder what was wrong and why he didn't wanna strip in the shower with the other guys. All I wanted to see was his penis, a goal that I've had since middle school.
We walked towards Lee Street, which was the street we both lived on; we're neighbors. We mainly talked about 5th period Spanish class and about his soccer match coming up soon. As Brandon talked, I just stared at his nice pink juicy lips moving and agreed to everything he said. It was like I was in some sort of trance and couldn't think about anything else. (DAYDREAM: "BRANDON!" I scream as he slips his 9 inch cock inside my horny tight ass. I begin to moan loudly and claw my fingers into his neck taking in as much as possible. The aroma of his hair was intoxicating and all I could think about was how much I didn't want this to end. I lift myself off the bed and begin pounding my ass against his pubes which in fact tickled me. Brandon begins to passionately kiss my neck and...... END DAYDREAM)
Brandon searches his backpack as we walk up to my driveway. "SHIT, I left my key in my locker and I don't want to walk all the way back." I invited him to my house until his parents got home from work like he wasn't going to do it in the first place.
Thirty minutes later, I am on the computer typing an essay and I hear the shower water come to a halt. I really thought about taking a peak into the bathroom door just to spy on my best friend, but I could never do it because like always, I was too chicken. Just seeing Brandon naked had been a fantasy of mine for quite some time, but I didn't know how he would take it, let alone telling him that I was gay. I know he probably wouldn't handle it well because his other friends are not all that "nice" when it comes to gay guys. I've seen a lot of bullying from those guys calling people fags, queers, and poop eaters but I never saw Brandon in the act so I really just didn't know.
Just thinking about Brandon taking a shower in my bathroom was getting me super boned and for some reason, the urge made me want to jack off. I turned around to make sure Brandon wasn't looking while I unbuttoned my pants but he was standing in the bathroom doorway getting out his clean clothes out of his bag with my favorite blue towel falling around his knees revealing, his nice round pale ass which was staring at me. He has a mole on his left ass cheek and his skin looked so soft like velvet. "I hope you're not getting naked behind me because I'm about to turn around!" trying to sound as straight as possible. "I have a towel loser" he said a low smart tone. I turn around in the swivel chair and as I soon as I did, the towel falls to his feet which revels his cock right in my face.
My mind went on a field day as I licked my lips and started to moan. I stood up and tackled him to the ground in a playful manner and started to stroke his semi-hard cock. He tries to fight me off but I pretty much pin myself on top of him. "Why are you doing this?" He asked me in a frightful voice. "I told you not to change in front me, cause there's something I forgot to tell you a long time ago. I'm gay" I whispered breathing heavily with a puzzled look on my face. He got furious and literally flipped me over with his strong arms. I could see his muscles ripping out of his arms after he tossed me over. As he stood up, I was shocked at what he did next......