Description: After years of playing school basketball, Jacob finally gets comfortable showering with the team after practice. This gives him the confidence he needs to take a bold, almost reckless step.
NOTE: While this story contains a few characters that are underage teenagers, this story does not depict, describe, or imply any penetrative activity by someone under the age of eighteen (18) years, or any activity at all between people with disparate ages of any significance.
My name's Ryan. This happened a while back. I was 14 and a freshman in high school. It was a big school. Almost 6,000 kids grades 9 through 12. And we must have been the only school in Texas that put most of the extra money into the performing arts and not into sports. We had a massive concert hall with the best acoustics in the Southwest, even better than the Philharmonic Orchestra downtown, a large theatre with a sound and lighting system that rivaled many rock concerts, a smaller dinner theatre, a licensed radio station, and even an experimental TV station with a recording studio and small soundstage. Our football team sucked, but we sold out every game because, at 520 students strong, we had the largest high school marching band in the nation, and their families would fill the stands while the band completely filled the field at halftime.
I was not artistically talented, but I played basketball. My parents started me in organized play when I was 8; I started playing for my junior high in 7th grade. Our coach there tried to get us to shower after practice and games but most of my teammates were too shy. I never really thought about it because I had 4 older brothers and the 5 of us were crammed into 2 adjoining bedrooms and 1 bathroom at home. For my entire life, I was naked alone less often than I was in front of at least one of my brothers. So showering when other guys could see me naked was normal, natural, for me, and it was normal for me to see them naked in the shower too. I had grown up with it. Truth be told, I felt almost weird showering alone, so I'm glad 3 or 4 of the other guys on the team got over their silly modesty and became comfortable with it.
But Jacob, my best friend and an all-district first-team shooting guard, never showered with us. I asked him about it a few times but he always wanted to change the subject. I told him that I already knew what he looked like naked because we're all built the same, but he just couldn't quite bring himself to do it. Unlike a lot of best friends, if we could tell something really bothered one of us, we wouldn't use it to push each other's buttons. So I never teased him about it or gave him a hard time about it. I would bring it up a few times, but always out of concern and care, never out of malice or cruelty. I never called it "a problem" or "abnormal" or anything with a judgmental connotation. This was just how Jacob was, how he was going to be, and I was going to be cool with it.
All of my brothers lost their virginity in high school. In fact, Daniel and Jack, born 10 months apart and in the same grade, lost it to the same girl in the same room at the same time! They regularly teased each other about each of them getting the other's "sloppy seconds", but the truth is they (well, and the girl, obviously!) were the only ones who really knew which of them had hit it first.
I was still a virgin at this point, but I had gotten super close in 8th grade, when I was still 13. This girl with a huge crush on me took me into a bedroom at a party once and we started making out. I wasn't that much into her -- she wasn't ugly or fat or anything like that, just not really my "type" (or what I thought my "type" was) -- but I was definitely into how into me she was! We eventually got down to our underwear and then she let me take her bra off. She had some monster tits for a 13yo, I tell you!
I had so many "firsts" that night. It wasn't my first kiss but it was my first tongue, first time someone took off my shirt in a romantic context, first time anyone but my mom or dad had unbuckled my pants, first time anyone had licked and bit my nipples, first time I did the same thing to someone else, first time anyone but myself had given me a raging hard-on by touching me.
She was rubbing my crotch through my tightey-whiteys and then she reached in and started gently tugging. I had this extraordinary flash of heat well up from inside me and I had no idea what was about to happen, but I could instinctively tell it was going to be unlike anything that had ever happened to me, unlikely anything I had felt before. And it was going to be immensely pleasurable and enjoyable.
Then the overhead bedroom light turned on; the host's mom had walked in on us. I was instantly and totally cock-blocked. I was so embarrassed but I was also pretty mad, and very frustrated. I grabbed my clothes, ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and it took me maybe 10 seconds to nut. And almost 10 minutes to clean it all up.
Being around my brothers my whole life, and wrestling them in nothing but underwear, and all that familial nudity, and all the talking at night about fucking girls, and having to pretend to be asleep while they jacked off, plus showering with some teammates after basketball, it never occurred to me that I might be gay. Dicks didn't gross me out but I didn't actively seek them out either. Actually, they were practically impossible to avoid at this point in my life! It became as normal and as casual for me to see a guy's cock as it was to shake their hand. Tits and pussy, however, were still a pretty big mystery to me, despite having 4 older brothers talking about them constantly. What I always heard about but rarely if ever saw is what was so fascinating to me. Since I saw dick all the time, to me they were downright boring.
Well, now I was finally in high school, and because the school was so big we had 6 boys' basketball teams: 9th A and 9th B, 10th A and 10th B, JV, and Varsity. 115 guys total. And we all shared a single locker room. The booster clubs had raised almost $40 million for all their performing arts shit but we would be lucky if we got new shoes to play in! The locker room wasn't horrible but it wasn't exactly a chalet either: it was clean and well-ventilated, and everyone had their own locker and (almost) enough room to change, but it was practically shoulder-to-shoulder in the shower room after practice. It was one of those open rooms with poles in the middle that everyone stood around. There were only 70 or so working shower heads, so we all had to double up every once in a while.
Unlike junior high, everyone on every team showered together after practice, all at the same time. It wasn't the coaches that enforced it: it was the seniors who made sure of it. They made their expectations clear at tryouts. A few guys left even before we started because the thought of being naked in front of other guys was too scary. I almost felt sorry for them, since it was never a big deal for me.
When tryouts were over, all the seniors stripped and walked to the showers totally naked to show everyone that it was okay. About 20 of us joined them, including me, but most weren't quite ready.
The rosters were announced the next day, with practice to start 2 weeks after that. I didn't realize it at the time but everyone who had been in the showers after the tryouts made one of the teams. It was almost like they had proved themselves by showering together, no matter how good they were. There were others that hadn't showered that also made the team, but I never found out if it was a coincidence or it was intentional that everyone who showered was awarded a spot on a roster.
The first practice was on a Tuesday. After we were done, the seniors lined us up in the locker room against the wall. We were wearing nothing but our compression shorts, or the jocks a few of the juniors wore. We were not allowed to practice in our underwear because the coach thought sweating in them for 2 hours and then wearing them home after we cleaned up was unsanitary, even unsafe. He was probably right. That first practice started about 10 minutes late because a lot of guys would change in the bathroom stalls because they couldn't stand even a few seconds of nudity when they changed out of their underwear. Everyone had to run 10 laps around the gym for those 10 minutes before we even started, and practice ran almost 30 minutes long. Every one of us was stinky, sweaty, and tired.
While lined up, the seniors asked us who had taken a shower with other guys before and about half of us raised our hands. They put us in one group and all the "shower-virgins" in another. Then they reminded us that we were all going to shower but they were going to ease us into it because they had all been there and knew it could be difficult at first. They told them to pick someone in the other group that had showered with others before that they could trust. Jacob chose me. I was happy he was finally going to get over it.
After we paired up, they sent us in one pair at a time at about 1-minute intervals. They told us to grab our own pole if one was available so there wouldn't be a lot of people around us. That first day, there were never more then 12 or 15 guys in the shower at the same time. It made the room look a lot bigger with so few people in it, and it almost seemed like each pair were all alone by themselves. I think that made it a little less weird for the shower-virgins.
Jacob and I were 1 of the last pairs, which was not good, because the hot water was nearly gone. Jacob must have been mortified because the first time I saw his cock it was so shriveled from the cold water, but I never mentioned it. We talked about basketball and class and music and everything except anything that even remotely had anything to do with feelings, sex, or nudity. I tried to keep him distracted from being so shy and scared. By the time we were finished with our shower, he seemed much more at ease. In fact, his dick was longer at the end of the shower than it was at the beginning -- not from blood flow or the beginnings of an erotically-induced erection, but from just being more relaxed and comfortable.
We were still talking after we exited the shower and were drying off. Back at our lockers, he dropped his towel to put on his underwear with his back to me. And that's when a familiar hot flash came over me. The same one I had had with that girl back at the party. I think I made a sound like "Whoh!" or something. I was startled. I think he was, too: he turned around after he finished putting his underwear on and said "What?" I just blankly stared at him in the eyes for a couple of seconds before stammering, "Huh? I ... don't know. Probably nothing."
He burst out laughing. He gave me a playful slug in the arm and said, "Damn, I thought you were reacting to my ass! Okay, okay, you got me!", and kept getting dressed.
I laughed and kept getting dressed too. But I tried my best to hide the fact that I was thinking he might have been right. I had known him for 8 years, been best friends the whole time, this was the first time I had seen him naked ... and I really couldn't make the slightest bit of sense why seeing his bare butt gave me the same peculiar but pleasant sensation I had when that girl had reached into my underwear and started pulling on my cock.
At dinner my parents asked me what was wrong. I was definitely distracted, but I made something up like "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad; today was first day of basketball and I'm exhausted." In truth, I just couldn't stop thinking about Jacob and his smooth ass and how its bleached-white color vibrantly contrasted with the dark, almost exotic tan he had gotten working as a Lifeguard over the summer. Those cheeks were like 2 bright headlights cutting through the cold darkness of night and making me all warm and toasty on the inside.
"Well, you should sleep well tonight!" Dad said, interrupting my silent, sordid stream of thought. "I bet I do", I replied, already fantasizing of what I would be doing to help me get to sleep, and what I would be thinking about while doing it.
In my bed that night, after my brothers finally stopped chatting about the usual things, I started jerking. This had been an almost-nightly occurrence for several years, but this was the first time I wasn't thinking about a girl. For the last 5 hours, I had thought about nothing other than Jacob's ass. I imagined what it would feel like to stick my dick inside it, and thought it might feel the same as a girl, maybe even tighter. I came harder than I ever had before, and it seemed to go on and on and on. It was all I could do to keep quiet through the whole thing so I wouldn't tip off my brothers. We all did it, we all knew we all did it, but that didn't mean we had to advertise it while doing it.
After practice the next day -- which started on time, as only a few guys used the stalls again -- we did the same pairing thing, in the same pairs, although the seniors sent us in just a little more rapidly, so there were a few more guys in there than the day before. Only a couple of pairs had to share a shower pole; Jacob and I still had one to ourselves. This time Jacob was not near as shriveled: maybe it was because we were earlier and there was still plenty of hot water, or maybe he was already getting a little more comfortable about the whole other-guys-seeing-him-naked thing.
And I was being very, very careful, but I started appreciating more of his wet, hot body than just his ass. I mean, I had seen him without a shirt countless times before, and we had been around each other in nothing but underwear every time I'd stay over at his house. So his chest and legs were well known to me, and they hadn't been even of the slightest interest before now. But seeing that toned, tanned torso on top of a cock and a bush I hadn't ever seen before yesterday made it look different, look better. I had never paid attention to how developed his abs were until now. And seeing those muscular legs that I was no stranger to standing beneath those perfect globes of flesh forming his ass made them look so incredible. Plus seeing him overcome his insecurities about being naked in front of other guys added a subtle, sexy undertone to the whole experience of showering with him.
After we had gotten dressed and were walking to where his parents (and my brother) were waiting to drive us to our homes, I turned him around to face me, put my hands on his shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, "Jacob: I'm proud of you." And I was: I knew what a big deal this was for him because of all the times we had talked about it, and now he was finally getting over all the fear and shame.
I didn't have to say anything else. He knew exactly what I was talking about, and he just smiled and gave me a big hug and a whispered "Thank you." For a nanosecond I thought I felt a little chub rub against me, but I decided it must have been his cell phone or keys or something else.
Now I had even more to think about and imagine when I went to sleep that night.
After the third day of practice, the seniors told us each pair would have to pick another pair: today we were going to have to go in 4 at a time. "Quadding," the seniors called it. Jacob wanted to quad with Sam and Mo, and that was cool with me. Sam was Jack's older sister's boyfriend. He knew they had started having sex so he was pretty sure Sam wouldn't be looking at him and making him uncomfortable. Sam was also one of the few brave souls that showered with me after practice back in junior high. Mo was the shower-virgin of the pair and he was kind of quiet and distant in class, as he had just moved from Africa, spoke little English, and was one of just a few Muslims at our school ("Mo", after all, was short for "Mohammed"), but he was tall and strong and a damn good post. He was just a sophomore but already starting varsity in a school full of basketball players. He would have been on varsity his freshman year if he had been here.
And, as I was about to find out, he was hung like a horse. By his senior year, he had come out of his shell, become very popular, spoke better English than most of us native Texans, and acquired the nickname "The Black Stallion", but not everyone knew all the reasons why.
The seniors told us each group of 4 would have to use the same pole. And if there weren't enough nozzles, we would have to double up. "Do the math", they said. "There's this many of us, and that many of (shower) heads. We're all going to have to double up some times eventually." Sam, Mo, Jacob, and I did not have to double up that day. With Mo standing right next to me, I had a clear view of his dick. I had an appreciation for it, given its size, and I was curious how big it was hard (it might have been too big for any of the girls!), but I wasn't attracted to it. In fact, even though I was becoming totally fascinated with Jacob's body, he was the only guy I had any of those kinds of feeling for. I was still trying to figure out how I could finally bang a girl at the next party, which was not the following day (Friday) but a week after that. There were now maybe 60 guys in the showers, several with even better muscle tone and abs than Jacob, but I wasn't interested in any of their bodies ... except his.
I really appreciated how the seniors had broken in the shower-virgins. It was respectful of those who were still uncomfortable with the whole thing, and it was gentle. But it was also effective: between the 3rd and 4th day, the word had gotten around to the rest of the team that the now-former shower-virgins were ready to abandon the whole ease-into-it strategy and just go into the showers normally. So a plan was hatched, keeping the seniors in the dark about it: after next practice, everyone but the seniors would haul ass into the locker room, get naked and fill up the shower room before the seniors could get there. I mean, what better way to thank them for being so gentle and respectful of the shower-virgins by making sure all the hot water was gone before they got to shower?
When we did it, we were all laughing hysterically at the prank, and there was absolutely no tension in the showers. The seniors didn't appreciate the prank, but they had plenty of evidence that they had been successful: whatever inhibitions and shyness had been there on Day 1, it had all disappeared by Day 4. It was really awesome that everyone who was so scared had gotten over it so quickly. I would learn later that this was a tradition that started almost 30 years ago at the school, and it had worked exactly as planned every year. In fact, three years later, as a senior, I helped a bunch of shower-virgins get used to it, just the way these seniors had gotten Jacob used to it. Actually, my senior year the shower-virgin who chose to pair up with me was a freshman named Case, who was Jacob's next-door neighbor and I had known since he was a toddler. I was sort of surprised he chose me over Jacob, but I was also kind of flattered. I don't remember who paired with Jacob that year.
But back to Day 4, Jacob and I had to double up because the shower room was so crowded. After all, for the first time we were at full strength: every one on every team was showering at the same time. It was so bad that I was constantly bumping into someone, and a lot of times it was Jacob. Arm to arm, cock to leg, knee to leg, dick to butt cheek, hand to chest -- it was even quite the challenge to raise your arms to wash your hair without hitting someone. All kinds of touching going on, but it all was so innocent.
At least, I thought so at the time. In just a few hours, I would start wondering if Jacob was positioning himself in such a way that would force me to bump into him.
As I mentioned, that Day 4 was a Friday and, that night, as I tried to most Fridays there was no party, to get away from all my brothers, I stayed over at Jacob's house. We had this routine: eat with his parents, play Xbox, swim in his pool, play more Xbox, sneak down to the wine cellar after his parents were asleep, grab a bottle, watch TV and get drunk, then fall asleep when the wine was gone. Once, he had stumbled downstairs and grabbed a 2nd bottle, and we finished it, too ... but the next day was utter hell.
But tonight, Jacob would shake up the routine in a big way, and I never saw it coming. It started normal enough: we ate with his parents (this was a pizza night), then we played Xbox, and then we went swimming. We typically changed separately, one at a time in the bathroom that was entered from Jacob's bedroom and only used by him. We did the same thing tonight, which only made what happened later all the more surprising.
After swimming, we were in his bedroom and he was about to go to his bathroom to change, when he turned around and said, "You know, this is silly. We don't have to do this any more." And he whipped off his bathing suit, right in front of me. I said, "Yeah, I guess you're right", a little taken aback but not shocked or feeling anything intense or extreme. But what he said made sense: he no longer needed me to respect his privacy and, to prove the point, he didn't want me to. He was just standing there, naked, still a little wet, hands on his hips. I imagined for a moment there was a gleam of mischievousness in his eyes, postured almost as if he was presenting himself to me. But I told myself that was just a little wishful thinking. This was Jacob.
He said, "You want to share the shower? It will save a little time, and we do it all the time at school anyway." I laughed. I think it hurt his feelings a bit but it just kind of came out, so I tried to explain. I said, "Man, for 3 years you couldn't make yourself take a shower at school, and now you've done it for 1 week, and that's `All the time'?" "Are you coming or not?" he replied, with a seriousness that I wasn't expecting. "Yeah, sure," I said, smiling and trying to lighten the suddenly sullen mood a bit. I let my swimsuit fall to the floor and followed him in.
Jacob's parents had taken the bathtub out of the bathroom a few years ago when he was old enough to stop taking baths, and replaced it with a nice walk-in shower. But they hadn't added any space, so it was still a little tight for both of us. We managed, of course, with the experience we got in the crowded showers at school. We bumped in each other a lot, and more than once Jacob's hand "innocently" rubbed up against my ass. I found myself rapidly changing thoughts about the touches from slightly weird to slightly intriguing to slightly ridiculous to slightly stimulating and then repeating over and over again.
Then, at one point, when we were facing each other, Jacob asked me: "Ryan -- have you ever really wanted to do something but you were too afraid to try it because you were afraid you might lose everything?" I could tell something was bothering him, so I simply said "No, bud." Then, during an awkward silence, the thought occurred to me that his question may be coming from the same place in him that my blossoming feelings for him were coming from me. So I said, "Jacob -- do you want to talk about something?"
We weren't more than two inches from each other. Two young, fit, wet, healthy freshman, standing almost nose to nose, with all the hormones surging through our bodies and blood that you would expect in two young, fit, wet, healthy freshman. He was looking into my eyes intently, as if he were desperate to find some inkling of what I might be thinking. But I don't think he found it.
Slowly, he put his left hand on my right shoulder. Then I felt his right hand cup my cock and balls. I didn't step back or even flinch: I think I was almost expecting it. We just kept staring at each other, while he started slowly rubbing up and down my junk. And that warm feeling from deep within me started to fill me up. And it wasn't slow at all this time: it was taking me over, and fast.
Instantaneously, every moment I had ever spent with him came into focus. I searched and could not find any instance that had ever given me any clue that he might have been interested in me in this way -- or in any other guy for that matter. Every dirty joke he told, every perverted comment he made, every movie he suggested we watch -- nothing gave off any vibe or other indication that he had an ulterior motive. I wondered if these feelings inside of him had emerged the same way my feelings for him had erupted inside of me: that they had lied dormant for years, aroused only when we started seeing each other naked.
I wondered if he started recently thinking of me when he beat off -- the same thing that was unthinkable for me just a few days ago but was now my go-to fantasy when I went to bed each night. Or maybe he had secretly wanted this for years, and the confidence he gained in the locker room this week made him bold enough to finally make his move.
"Oh my God!", I suddenly realized. "That was why he never showered with me in junior high! He had this crush on me the whole time and was afraid that he would be caught looking at me, or that he would start to stiffen up. And we wouldn't even be here, now, if he had decided to quit basketball."
"Jacob" I said. It was all I could get out: my senses were overloading at this point. All these intense thoughts were crashing into me all at once, plus what he was doing to my dick felt good, naughty, intense, tender, arousing, loving, wrong, and right all at the same time. There's no way he missed the effect all this was having on me, that what was going on in my head was polar opposite to what was going on with my ever-hardening cock, so, without even a blink or an interruption, he asked "Ryan, do you want me to stop?"
It was a simple question waiting for an answer of enormous gravity. I knew immediately that I was about to make the single most consequential decision of my life: if I opened this door and walked through it, nothing would be the same the next day as it had been every day prior. For all eternity I would remember this moment as the one where I lost my virginity, my innocence, with the person who was just about the least likely to do it with just a few days ago ... but in this moment there was no one else I wanted so badly. For years I had been comfortable with him, vulnerable with him; he knew my secrets, my hopes, and my dreams, and I knew all of his. On top of all that, after all these years I had only realized in recent days that he was just plain fucking hot.
If I had said, "Yes", he would have stopped. The respect we had for each other, the care we showed each other, was immutable. I knew that. It made me want him to be the one all the more.
So, when I could finally connect all the dots, clear all the haze, see the whole picture clearly, I answered.
"No, Jacob," I responded, softly but intently. Don't stop."
To be continued ...