"Good practice men. Now go shower up and get out of here." Justin's football coach said to the group of about 40 sweaty men that made up the football team of the college he attended. Once dismissed they straggled back to the locker rooms and started to undress and take their showers. This was always the worst part of practice for Justin, worse than any physical torment that the coaches could throw at them.
For you see, Justin was gay. While all the girls on campus almost threw themselves on him, he didn't want their soft breasts or wet pussies. His mind was occupied with the hard muscles of a man, his cock dangling free between his legs, or even better, standing straight out at attention, aiming for his wet mouth, and of course, that delicious asshole buried between a man's ass cheeks, like a treasure all for him. This made it unbelievably uncomfortable for him in the locker rooms and showers. All those hard male bodies, dangling cocks dripping soap onto the floor, suds running down the crack of the tight asses all around him was horrible torment for him. It was all he could do to not pop a boner right then and there and humiliate himself infront of the guys, no doubt suddenly becoming the target of ridicule and jokes.
With images of the most un-erotic things he could think of in his head and staring straight at the wall, fighting the urge to turn and stare, he was able to get through another practice undiscovered. Quickly donning his tight shirt and jeans and grabbing his satchel, he dashed out of the locker room, getting away from all of those bodies as quickly as he could; he checked his watch and smiled. It was time for him to go to his tutoring session.
He had first started meeting with the tutor a few months back when he was in danger of failing one of his classes, and in turn, being kicked off the football team. So naturally, he begrudgingly got a tutor. He went through a couple of boring, lifeless tutors before he found Eric. Justin knew he wouldn't go to another tutor as soon as Eric opened the door to his off campus apartment. He was a skinny guy, but it was obvious that his muscles were well toned from the sleeveless shirt he wore and shorts. As his eyes roamed up and down his body, he could see that he had very little hair on him outside of his face and head. Infact...the only hair he saw was a little patch of blonde hair under his arms, everything else was shaved smooth. He couldn't help but wonder if EVERYTHING was shaved. Eric smiled and brushed a lock of his long blonde hair that had fallen in front of his face and welcomed Justin in.
"Come in! Come in! You're Justin right?" Eric said and extended his hand, Justin eagerly shaking it just to feel his skin. It was amazingly soft. He stepped into his apartment and looked around. It was nicely furnished and absolutely immaculate, not a stray pizza box or empty beer can in sight.
"Yup. That's me. You must be Eric right? Nice place you got man." Walking further in and looking for signs of a female, thinking, no college going male kept his room this neat. No straight college male that is.
"Thanks. It suits me. You want something to drink? Make yourself comfortable on the couch over there." Eric sauntered over to the kitchen, fiddling around in there for a while. Justin sat down on the couch, his eyes roaming over the apartment and over at Eric's ass as he bent over infront of the refrigerator. Just then something caught his eye, something that shocked him, but at the same time turned him on. Peeking up from Eric's little shorts was a black lace thong stretched tightly around his body, the thin fabric disappearing under his shorts, no doubt running between his tight cheeks and over his hot little hole.
Eric returned to the living room after a while, tossing Justin a beer as he cracked his own open, putting down a bowl of pretzels on the table infront of them. Over the next hour they went over the material, the two of them scooting closer to look over the one book and latest assignment that Justin brought. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous, but he was a good tutor, Justin starting to actually understand all this stuff that made no sense to him that morning. After they studied for a while, they found themselves just sitting there and talking. Justin decided to pry a little bit into his love live, trying to confirm his suspicion before he tried to make a move.
"So tell me man...you got a little lady to call your own?" Justin asked, smiling at Eric who just blushes at the question.
"No...no none for me. I live here by myself...haven't had a girl over in a romantic sense in quite a long time." Justin smiles as Eric said this, his suspicion getting firmer and firmer, as was his cock. Justin found himself shifting frequently, trying to hide his bulge.
