The Truth (Part 1)

"I want to know all of it. When did this start?" she says when I finally close the door. "Well," I reply slowly "if you really want to know, then I should tell you - this is a long story." "I want to know it all." "It had three parts to it... the first part began when I was sixteen, in the high school's bathroom?" *** I was standing in front of the urinal, listening to the sound of small thuds coming from one of the stalls. The sound was*unmistakable- someone was masturbating. But? in school?*Curiosity*gets the best of me, and I decide to find out who it is. "Enjoying yourself?" I said into the empty room. The thuds pause and then continued. "Hell yea I am." Either I didn't know him, or he is putting on a voice. "School really makes one horny, doesn't it?" I could hear the thuds growing faster. Mystery man growled. "Oh fuck off!" "No reason to get angry," I muttered, loud enough for him to hear. "Well, I'll leave you to your fun time." "Wait!" he says. "Could you roll me the toilet paper?" I spot it on a nearby shelf, but I pretend to leave by closing the door loudly. "Jerk..." I hear him mumble under his breath as he shuffles and unlocks the door. It's isvecbahis Mike - My buddy since the seventh grade. As the captain of the football team should be, he is muscular. His strong chin is covered with a small stubble, and his curly black hair falls over his eyes. What I didn't know yet though, was that he was well endowed.*His cock is big, at least 8, or maybe even 9 inches long, and thick. I'm a bit jealous. I'm 6.5 long, and 5 inches around. Drops of cum roll down his shaft as he cleans it with paper towel. I sneak up on him, and smack his ass. "Enjoying school, I see." He gasps and turns around, trying to cover himself. "Greg? What are you doing here? "Hello Mike. And little Mike." "Very funny," he says, pulling up his jeans. "If you wanted to see my dick so bad, you could have just come by the showers after a football game."I shuffle, not knowing what to say while he throws on his shirt"Speaking of which, are you coming to the game this*Saturday?" "Sure." The bell rang and we each proceeded to our own lessons, but the image of Mike's thick cock, cum rolling over its large cap, kept popping into my head. I knew I was bi curious by then, but I never really isveçbahis giriş thought of guys in my day to day life like that. It was creepy, but made me so hard, that I decided I must see his cock again, if only to see if it really made me so horny. ----- The crowd erupted into cheering around me as the game ended, but I didn't join them, quickly making my way down to the field, and found Mike. "Nice game Mike!" I said, leaning on the fence that circled the field. "We had better." He shrugged, coming closer. "Well... do you want to come over? My parents are out for the weekend." "Sure, I'll just shower, and come right over." "Nah man, you can shower at my house. "Sure," he said after a small pause. I smiled, knowing that this will be my opportunity. We talked mainly of football on the five minute walk, and when we reached my house, Mike snatched some clothing from his bag, and rushed to the bathroom. I waited till I heard the water running down loudly, and then opened the door slowly. The air was warm and misty, and I counted on the mist and the bathroom curtain to hide me. I could see his silhouette on the white curtain, but not much more. I lowered myself isveçbahis yeni giriş to all fours, and started inching my way around the room. I froze when I heard the water stop. He's probably using the soap now. I automatically pictured his strong hands spreading soap all over his rugged features. My pants bulging, I sat down, waiting till he turns on the water again. I had started moving my hand over my bulging pants, when I notice he doesn't. His silhouette turning around, looking for something. The soap! I realize, and freeze when he pulls back the curtain and grabs the soap which was standing nearby, on the sink. And then he spots me. The water, dripping down from his face, over his chest and arms to his six-pack stomach, and to the long, semi-erect shaft and ass, makes a soft dripping noise. He reddens, throwing the soap back and exiting the tub. "What the hell man?!" he yells, walking over to me. "I don't walk in on you when you shower!" he says, pushing me down the ground, his strong hands cuffing me so I can't get up. I don't know what to reply, and remain quiet. We both just stare at each other for a moment. I look at his deep brown eyes, then to the side, at his muscular hands which were keeping me from moving. Then down, where his flaccid dick was swelling. "This little situation is getting you fucking horny, isn't it?" I say, mocking his erection. Mike's face crimsoned further.