When I was in high school, I had a friend two years above me named Bryan. We were in band together, and he was someone I looked up to. He was very good looking from years of playing hockey, and he was super smart applying to top colleges I wanted to attend.
I would label myself as bi-curious during this time. I could tell some guys were better looking than others, but I wasn't sure if that was "normal" for straight guys to think about.
But Bryan was different. I thought he was hot plain and simple, and he would end up in my fantasies. Blue eyes and blond hair with a muscular frame. I caught myself staring at his pecs when we hung out, curious what he looked like shirtless, and I couldn't stop watching his bubble butt when he walked in front of me.
After I was accepted to the same college he went to I reached out to see if he wanted to share a dorm for the band camp the week before classes started. We stayed in touch after he graduated high school, but I was still a bit surprised he said yes.
Our school's marching band put us up in the oldest dorm on campus since the regular dorms were still being prepped for the fall freshmen (like me!). Bryan and I ended up with a room with its own bathroom that was wheelchair accessible with a large door frame and big shower.
Band camp was fun, and I met plenty of new friends the first day. Bryan brought some beers to share in the dorm room, and we stayed up late that first night catching up.
Between beers he would do exercises while we talked. Sets of pushups, planks, and squats. He said he hated missing a gym day. He took off his shirt and shorts after working up a decent sweat. He was now only wearing royal blue briefs, straining over his thighs and glutes. Wow, he looked great. I stopped mid-sentence when he undressed. He looked like a Greek statue. Large pecs and strong arms over rounded glutes and thick legs.
"It looks like the exercise paid off dude!" I said. "You look jacked!"
"Ha, thanks. I want to stay in shape even though I'm not playing hockey anymore." He turned around and used his hands to make his butt bounce. "And I didn't mean to get a big ass, but now that I have one I feel like I have to maintain it, you know?" He laughed. "They call it 'hockey butt' from all the sprints on ice."
I laughed too, not sure how else to react to that. But I enjoyed the show. "Well, you look awesome. You must be doing well with the ladies?" I asked taking another swig of beer.
"Yea, I've had my fair share of fun so far." He gave me a coy smile. "You look good too dog! You should get down and do some push-ups with me! You must've been working out too."
I looked down at my own frame. I was never athletic, but that didn't stop me from going to the gym to lift weights religiously. I had given myself the body I wanted (and maybe subconsciously the body I liked seeing on other guys) with a strong upper body and toned lower half.
I took off my shirt and he said "nice, there we go big guy!" Over the next hour we kept swapping stories from the past two years while doing body-weight exercises and finishing off our six pack of beer. Before we knew it, it was 3am and we had call time at 7am for practice.
"Fuck. We're toast. I know we need to sleep, but I definitely need to shower. Do you want to shower first? I can brush my teeth and stuff if you don't mind."
"Sure, that's fine," I replied. We walked into the large bathroom with its accessible design. Even though the shower area was large, it had a comically small curtain. We laughed and just agreed not to look at each other. The lighting only had one small orange bulb giving off a low glow that mixed with some moonlight coming in thru a thin translucent window above the shower.
