I've always wondered whether I was bi or gay - I mean I knew I always got hard in the locker rooms looking at all of the beautiful cocks, but who doesn't? Luckily since I was the captain of the football team, 6'1" and ripped, no one really messed with me - that is, until I met Jeremy.
Jeremy was one of those really quiet guys that you never even notice. Despite having the build of Adonis, perfect skin, and most amazing smile, he generally stayed under the radar. He was black, and a star wide receiver on our team. To be honest, because of his disposition, I only knew him by his number instead of his name for the longest time. Then... Shit went down.
We had just won the state championship. In the game winning play, tied 69-69, Jeremy caught my throw and scored a touchdown to put us up 6 more points and defeat the lions. We were carried off the field, then stayed for a press conference, still in full uniform. Once the conference ended, we headed over to the locker room to shower up and go out. I had never really talked to Jeremy, and there was this awkward silence as we walked over.
He went to his locker, I went to mine, and we stripped down. When I went to go shower, I saw him naked for the first time. Damn. The beads of water washed down his chiseled dark brown chest, moving happily down the smooth ridges of his abs to his manhood. I stared at him, entranced by his physique and sex appeal. Literally everything about him oozed sex. He lifted his arms to massage his massive pecs, and his biceps and triceps rippled as he rubbed his skin. Suddenly, moved to wash his legs and bent down. His ass went up, and my eyes stayed glued to it. His hairless bubble butt glimmered as the water splashed on it, his muscles faintly showing. When he stood back up, we made eye contact. His shimmering blue eyes connected with me as we gazed into each other's pupils as though they were galaxies. My eyes glazed over and he started walking towards me.
"Whatcha looking at Matt?"
"Sorry Jeremy I just sorta zoned out..."
"Yeah you didn't look too zoned out to get a boner. Look at you. All I have to do is shower and you're practically drooling. Tell me Matt, what do you want from me. Ask nicely and I might just let you have it."
"Dude what the fuck are you talking about"
"I saw you looking at me. I started to shower and you couldn't take your eyes off me. Now tell me. What do you want."
I stared around anxiously, making sure that no one was there. Nope, no one else. Just me and black guy who knew I was creeping on him. I decided to think and come up with a plan.
Shit. What do I do now? I can say what I want to say, or I can deny it and walk away. Well, I want it bad, but I don't want to ruin my reputation so I'm gonna walk away.