I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!
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This story goes back a year ago, I was then 18 and at college (freshman). I felt gay but I had never taken the plunge.
The supervisor had asked me to take a document to the sports teacher. I opened the door to the locker room, there was plenty of water vapor: the sophomore students were taking their showers. I stopped, allowing my eyes to adjust. The shapes in the vapor then became much sharper.
I walked straight to the small teacher's office on the other side of the room, passing by naked students. The prettiest boys in college were there next to me stripped naked and showing me everything.
I tried not to look too much so as not to be spotted, but the urge was too strong. While advancing towards the office of sports teachers I watched like crazy.
I stopped when I heard a familiar voice. I turned around and saw him standing in a corner talking to some of his classmates. Remy was the handsomest boy in our college and the brother of my best friend, Denis.
In my erotic dreams Remy figured prominently. He was 20 and stood there wearing only a pair of socks and boxers. I'm there, staring at him from head to toe, his body was really superb: a well-muscled chest, some hair on his nipples and some at the level of the navel, well-defined abs, strong furry legs, a well-rounded ass and a solid bulge in his boxer.
I felt like I was dreaming when I realized they had stopped talking and were staring at me. "What are you looking at?" cried Remy. "Is it my dick you want to see?!" He grabbed his huge package and gave it a squeeze.
I understood that I had been spotted, moreover the bulge in my shorts left no doubt. Without answering, I ran to the door of the teachers' office to give the paper. When I came out, Remy and his friends had fortunately left.
The next day, I was with my best friend Denis in his home. We were looking at straight porn pictures in magazines that Denis had found in a trash can, when we heard the slamming of the front door and the footsteps of two people coming up the stairs.