Bobby hung up his phone from an early morning call with Marty. Sometimes they talked about school work; they both took most of the same classes, but mostly they talked about graduating soon and their futures.
Bobby knew that he had the grades and could attend any school he wanted to attend. Marty, however, was limited to where he could get a baseball scholarship and the only one that seemed really interested was the local Junior College.
Bobby was lying on the bed in his underwear, a pair of blue jockey shorts, not anxious to rush off to school this morning. Often, when he talked with Marty, he played with his dick, but never mentioned it as he was certain that Marty wouldn't want to know. However, he was tempted to tell him. After all he was Bobby's best friend. Today his cock was hard and sticking from the waist band of his underwear, the foreskin stripped back as he put the receiver on its cradle.
Thoughts of sex with Marty always stimulated him and he laid back to begin rubbing the protruding cock head. He remembered the trill the first time Marty's hard dick went into his mouth. Releasing his own hard prick from the confining underwear he grasped the shaft and started to slowly stroke. The delicious feelings of arousal rolled through his stomach while savoring memories of the flavor of Marty's pre-cum.
Then other thoughts intervened, the memory of when he watched his father masturbate in his shower. Remembering the huge cock hanging between his father's legs and how the muscular man bent forward, grasping his balls, when he stroked the massive organ until he came. Bobby began stroking faster and reached down to cup his own balls the way his dad had done. Then he imagined being on his knees in front of the man as his father prepared himself to cum. Stroking at a furious pace the boy imagined cum beginning to dripple from his dad's huge prick. He would lick to catch the salty flavor just as his own juice began squirting over his stomach. In his fantasies, he would open wide to accept cum shooting through the slit on his father's dick head.
Afterward, the young man lay on his bed relieved and imagining his father's large pole lying over his face. Desire for other men, especially his father, was beginning to frequently occupy his mind. Jumping upward he realized that it was nearly time for him to be at school. The final graduation rehearsals were today and he couldn't be late. Cleaning himself he dressed frantically while glancing at the clock displayed in his bedroom.
Bobby had also begun to notice another kid at school this semester, Jeff Douglas. They had known each other from little league baseball when they were younger. Their fathers coached together until Jeff's parents divorced and he went away to live with his mother. But he'd recently returned back to this town to live with his dad. Bobby didn't know him well enough to ask the reason why, though he'd heard when they were younger that Jeff's mother could be a real bitch.
In the years he'd been away the boy had matured and become very handsome in a boyish way. He was growing up to resemble his father. They had reacquainted themselves with each other in the first week of the semester. However, after their initial greetings, Bobby stuck with his own established crowd though he had begun notice that their eyes always met when passing in the hall. He suspected the reason why was that he had also begun to realize how really attractive the young man was. He wondered if the boy felt the same.
One afternoon Bobby had been sent to the gym with a note for Coach Whitcomb. The coach wasn't in his office, so Bobby began looking around the locker room for him when, from the showers, Andy walked into the room completely naked except for a towel thrown around his neck. Bobby stood frozen; his eyes followed the boy's extended flaccid cock, swinging from side to side as he walked. Jeff saw Bobby and walked over to him, still naked. "Hey Bobby, what are you doing here."
Bobby's tried to look the young man in his face; but, his eyes kept dropping down to the appealing cock. He attempted conversation by telling him that he had a note for the coach; but he stammered and felt himself sweating. There was also a considerable swelling in his jeans.
"Coach left," Jeff said, "said he was taking his wife to the doctor." Then, with his right hand, he reached down and tugged on his cock. Alex noticed that the shaft was enlarging as the boy quickly wrapped himself in his towel.
They both stood speechless facing each other in the quiet locker room. Bobby had never even suggested anything sexual with anyone but Marty; but both of their eyes were suggesting more than either of their mouths could express.
