A short intro just to clarify a few things. This story is part fiction and the names have been changed for obvious reasons. All persons in this story are at least 18 years old. A bit about me, I’m 18yo, 6foot and around 170 lbs, decent looking but not overly sporty. Pete is a cyclist, also 18yo, 5f8in and around 180 lbs. This takes place in a high school locker room.

We just finished our PE class and since it was the last of the day everybody was hurrying to get home. I made it all the way to the locker room before realising I ahd forgotten my keys in the gym. “Great” I thought to myself as I ran back, hoping to catch the teacher before he locked the place. I made it, just. I then returned to the locker room to find most of my friends already gone. Jason just pulled his pants up as I walked in but I got a fleeting glance at his package before he zipped up. He just smiled at me and walked out. Glancing around the room I notice just one pile of clothes left and a distant shower running. It seemed that Pete and I were the only ones still here.

I started to change out of my sweaty clothes when I heard the shower stop. I smelled Pete before I saw him. His shampoo was always strong and reminded me of strawberries somehow. As he walks in I am down to my briefs and socks so I sit down on one of the benches to get my socks of. But the real reason is so that I can watch Pete, hoping to see a glimpse of his package in those lovely tight white boxers. The fact that he was still somewhat wet from the shower made his boxers almost transparent so as he turned to his bag to fold the towel I was awarded a marvelous view of his ass. I could feel my dick throbing at the sight of his strong legs, beautiful wide back and cute butt. Not wanting to get caught peeping I quickly remove my socks and turn around rumaging my bag for a fresh pair. I was leaning over my bag trying to find fresh clothes when I feel a hand on my butt gently massaging me. I jerked up suddenly and turned around coming face to face with Pete who had a broad smile. “What are you doing?” I ask, no wanting to give away the fact that I wanted nothing more than to feel his touch again. “You have a nice butt, I just wanted to feel how firm it is,” says Pete still smiling. I was lost for words. We just stood there for wht seemed like hours when Pete slowly leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on my lips.