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Copyright by Jake McKenzie, 2002, permission given to Nifty Archives to reprint this story.
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Brian Styles
He was one of those guys. He was always there, but I never really noticed him, until that morning that is. It was ten minutes to seven when I left my apartment to catch the bus to head to the college. I had heard both of my morning classes had been cancelled but I decided to go in and do some work anyway. I also thought I could also log some time in the weight room. Best to workout in the morning and that way there's fewer people around to look at scrawny little me lifting weights.
When I reached the bus stop Brian was there. I had never talked with him before, but one of the girls in my building knew him and I had heard her call him by name before. I doubted he even knew my name. He lives one building over in the little apartment complex I live in.
He's about five foot nine. Probably weighs around one sixty or one seventy. Hard to tell, it was winter and I haven't seen him in less than full winter gear. The bus pulled up a few seconds after I got to the bus stop (perfect timing) and we both boarded and headed off to the college.
When we got there he got off first and went on his way. I assumed he was going to one of the computer labs to do some work or something. I headed to the locker room to change. Much to surprise he was there getting changed to go work out too. He didn't exactly strike me as the athletic type.
I happened to be on the other side of the row of lockers that separates the room in half, so I didn't get to see him changing. Perhaps if there is a next time... So anyway, by the time I get done changing he was already upstairs in the weight room working out. I got up there a few minutes later and it was just him. A few people were just leaving. Damn my luck if I had to share a weight room with one other good-looking guy.
I hopped on one of the exercise bikes and started into my normal routine. I had a book with me to read but I found I was more looking at him then I was reading the book. After my program on the bike was up (20 minutes) I decided to do a little free weight work. Not my forte but I guess if you don't do a bit you'll never get to the point where do it a lot.
I watched him do his crunches and his other abdominal exercises. Not something I do at all. I just don't like having to do it. He was wearing a blue pair of shorts and for whatever reason he had on what looked like a construction worker shirt, bright orange with two reflective strips down the front and the big reflective X on the back. To me he didn't look all that bad in it. I'm not sure what program he's in. Maybe fire sciences or something like that where that's what they have to wear a lot of the time.
Fifty minutes after we started working out, he left. I assumed he was going to the locker room. The thought of seeing him in the shower excited me, but I decided to play it cool and wait a few minutes. A few minutes seemed like an eternity and I ended up almost sprinting downstairs to see if was showering or not. I heard the telltale sound of water running as I entered the change room. I saw that he was just inside the shower area, but he was out of view. I opened my locker and practically tore my clothes off so I would get in there before he got out. The worst part was that I had to take my glasses off and I wouldn't be able to see him very clearly if he was too far away.
I picked a shower that was right next to one of the two soap dispensers and started to lather myself up. I was trying pretty damn hard not to pop a rod right then and there but it was hard not to. I know I got at least semi-hard. I looked over at him a few times out of the corner of my eyes, trying not to let him know I was looking at him. At one point he turned and faced me. I fucking wish I had turned in his direction.
He finished showering before I did and as he was standing in the area where towers are left, he dried off a little and I saw him turn and look at me. I had turned around so I was facing out. He was too far away from me to see if he was looking at my eyes, or somewhere else. He finished drying off and went into the main locker area. The rest of the morning was uneventful. He was changed and gone by the time I got out of the shower and was dried off.
The next morning I got out to the bus stop and he was there again. I didn't think was any clearer sign that he might have wanted to do something with me then that. Why the hell else would you get up at six in the morning? I'm sure there were more convenient times for someone to work out then that.
We barely made eye contact on the bus ride to the college. When we got there he hurried off the bus first. I was never in a hurry to get off the bus and into the school. It wasn't like I was going anywhere else. I went up to my locker and dropped off my books and headed towards the change room with my gym bag. I walked into the gym and looked up and saw him already in the weight room warming up. It didn't take me long to get changed and get up stairs.
It was business as usual in the weight room. We both went through our separate work out routines. We were the only two people up here at this morning as well. Not even the monitor was there, as the morning shift would usually just open the room and then go to the computer lab to do work or sleep. Not like anyone was going to walk out with a Nautilus machine or anything.
It was getting close to the point where I thought he would be finishing his work out, so I decided to be the first one down to the locker room this time. When I got down stairs I looked back to see what he was doing, and lo and behold he was finishing up his work out. With any luck he'd be in the locker room within five minutes and I'd get to see if he had any intention of doing anything, or if it was all just a big coincidence.
I sat down on the bench and took off my shoes, not really in a hurry to get undressed. I wanted to give him time to get down, just in case. A few seconds later I heard him come in. I was on the far side of the lockers again, so I didn't see him come in. There was a crack between the sets of lockers though, so I knew it was him. I heard him unlock his locker and the other sounds that go with a guy getting ready for a shower. I went about the same tasks so that we could enter the showers at about the same time.
For some reason I was quick changing and entered the first shower area before him. I caught a glimpse of him and saw he had just his shorts on. I tossed my towel onto one of the racks and stepped into the main shower area. I turned one of the showers on and waited a few seconds before I stepped under the warm water. I adjusted it so that it was a little cooler. I didn't want to get hard, if he wasn't looking for action, then I wouldn't have to deal with any questions.
From behind me I heard him walk into the shower area, his bare feet slapping on the tile floor. I figured he would take the same shower he did yesterday. To my surprise though, he turned on the shower right next to me. I tried to pretend that I was only there for a shower, but I kept sneaking glances at his naked body. Two feet away from me, and I was acting like nothing was going on. What the fuck was I thinking? I needed to try something to see if he was interested. He beat me to the punch.
"Hey man, can I borrow some of your shampoo?" he asked.
There was a bottle of shampoo sitting on top of the soap dispenser, but it wasn't mine. I quickly acted like it was mine though, no sense in letting on if it was going to get me closer to my goal. I grabbed the bottle, flipped the cap and squirted some into my hand.
"Allow me."
We stared at each other for a second. I got a goofy smile on my face, and he flashed a cute grin back at me and bent his head forward to allow me easier access. I reached up and lathered the shampoo in my hands a little and then started to shampoo his hair for him. As I ran my hands through his hair I slowly brought his body closer to mine.
I pushed his head down in to my chest and his tongue latched onto one of my nipples and sucked it on it playfully for a few seconds. I continued massaging my fingers through his hair and continued pushing his head down lower. He kissed his way down my chest and onto my stomach. He finally bent his legs and knelt down in front of me. His face was a few inches form my cock. He reached up and got some soap and started to lather up my stomach. He seemed a little tentative to go any further down then that. I pushed some of the soap down into my pubic hair and started to soap up my groin area. He watched in a trance.
Finally he moved his hands lower, below my waist, into my pubes and his hand wrapped a round my cock and he continued to work the lather. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back up so we were face-to-face. We stared at each for what seemed to be an eternity, and our hands began to wrap around each other's bodies, but we still didn't take a hold of each other. We were still just soaping each other up, not really doing anything sexual with each other.
I nudged him back a little and got some more soap and started to work it into his upper body. It didn't take long for me to have his whole chest and abdominal area covered in suds. Since we were between our two showerheads we weren't really getting rinsed off very well, but we were still getting wet. At last I closed my hand around his semi-hard shaft and started to work the liquid soap into his groin. I came closer to him and started soaping up both of our dicks at the same time, bringing them together and rubbing them up and down on each other.
We moved our hands all over each other's chest and worked the soap around, not trying to clean each other, but touching where we wanted to touch under the guise of taking a shower. We leaned in closer to each, and our foreheads touched as we continued to rub our hands all over. We stepped back a bit and worked our own cocks for a little bit. We never got fully hard, but we could have got there if it wasn't for the cold water spilling all over our naked young bodies. We then stepped under our own showers and rinsed off. I turned my shower off and then I reached over and turned his off as well.
When his water turned off he turned and looked at me for a second and headed out to where we had left our towels. I figured we were going to continue on, but it seemed that he was done. Maybe what we had done had scared him or something. I followed him into the middle area and started drying off right next to him. Neither of us said a word to each other or did anything other then dry off. He wrapped his towel around his waist and walked to his locker without looking back at me.
I was getting the feeling that he had just been experimenting and he hadn't enjoyed the experience or was just plain nervous. I sat down on the bench in front of my locker and got out my clothes and got changed. As I was getting ready to leave he walked around, wearing just his boxers.
"Hey, have you got class right now?" he asked.
"No, I'm gonna go home and chill for a few hours, I don't have anything until one this afternoon."
He looked at me hesitantly. I couldn't help but stare at his body. His chest, his arms, his legs, his lips, his hair, it was all just so perfect.
"Did you want to come over my place?" he blurted out; "maybe have a beer or something?" He added on the beer part as an afterthought, trying to keep the sexual tone out of his voice. It failed miserably. He wanted more and I knew it.
"Sure man, you live in the building next to mine right?"
"Yea, apartment two-oh-two, come on over at ten, I've got a class right now."
"Cool man, I'll do that."
We both stood there and smiled like dumb kids in love do. He then turned around and walked back over to his locker and continued getting dressed. I backed up my gym bag and headed towards the exit. I looked back as he slid his pants up and did up his belt.
"See ya in a couple hours."
"Yea man, see ya."
I walked back upstairs and got my book bag out of my locker and headed out to catch the bus. It was along ride going home that morning. It would be just a couple of hours before I would meet Brian at his apartment. I could hardly wait.