It all started when I was fifteen years old.

I had always been into sports even when I was very young. However, high school sports were a lot different. Not only were the actual games more intense, but the players were more developed and “into the sport”. I was part of the cross country team when I had my first gay experience.

I was a sophmore at the time. I was about 5′ 10″ with blond hair and big brown eyes. I had a runners body…thin, but very muscular. Our captain was a senior. He was about my height, but chiseled like a Roman statue and cute to boot. He had short brown hair (that he usually spiked) and bright green eyes. And from an onlookers view…a nice package to go with it! I was considered cute at my school…I had had a few run ins with the ladies, but had always been secretly gay. Our captain, Matt, was about as straight as they come, or so I thought!

The cross country teams’ season started before school did, so we were running during the summer time. Our first meet was on a cold wet day in August. As usual I did pretty shitty and Matt did, well, he got first. Anyways one of our team things was to run all of the races without a shirt on. I loved this! Matt and a few of the other guys were…as I said, chiseled. I loved watching them run and seeing their abs work and their tight asses pump their muscular legs.

After the meet, our team usually met at someone’s house and had a “movie night”. We never really watched movies, but rather fooled around with the girls cross country teamed and drank. I only went to a few of these because I was so horny after the meets that I couldn’t stand to be around the others without losing it. However, tonight would be different.

Matt approached me, not wearing a shirt, and asked, “Hey, Brian (thats me) are you gonna come to the movie night tonight?” He put his arm around me and I could smell his musky scent.