Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2010 14:15:29 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: One Class to Go Cliff undressed as he did every day sitting bareass on the wooden bench. The class had been boring but at least they got outside and could jog shirtless through the forest nearby and around the field until they were all sweaty and tired. He had only one more class after this one before he could leave the campus and he was ready. This was his day off from his part time job too, so the afternoon and evening were all his to do with as he pleased as long as he delayed some essay writing chores. The locker room was noisy with laughter, slamming metal locker doors, the still raging multiple shower sprays and a mixture of loud and quiet conversations around him. Cliff sighed and thought about skipping the next class as he reached into the locker to regain the jeans, te shirt, socks and shoes that awaited him. His body was still hot from both the exercise and the shower. Across the room his wandering eyes saw Thomas. He was naked as usual and laughing as he nudged a semi naked friend. He suddenly struck several poses which Cliff assumed related to whatever story or joke he was sharing. The muscle groups bulged and defined themselves with each pose he took. Cliff felt his gut begin to churn. He had seen Thomas naked before of course as well as everyone in the locker room. But for some reason that day, Thomas doing those poses and the ever present odors of the locker room started to excite Cliff. He had gotten erections there before too. But using towels, turning toward the shower room wall or dressing quickly and leaving were solutions to hide his problem. With all the smooth bodies, free to view penis, round buttocks and guys not covering their crotches whil walking casually about, what guy like Cliff wouldn't be aroused. He was gay. Cliff realized it many years before as only men and boys' images filled his thoughts while masturbating. And when walking, bus riding or driving about alone, he found himself examining, comparing and lusting after various males he saw. A loud laugh made Cliff jump and he turned back to see Thomas holding up both arms, his biceps mounting in nice hills of muscle supported flesh. Thomas flexed a couple more times then tightened his stomach too which morphed from smooth to rippled flesh. Cliff felt his cock filling with blood. He kept watching while he reached for his jeans and pulled them across his lap. He felt transfixed. And when Thomas' eyes glanced back at him, Cliff paniced but he didn't look away. Thomas was smiling already so he didn't think the naked boy realized he was staring. Then it was over. Thomas dropped his arms and relaxed his six pack. He turned presumably toward his own locker and Cliff turned back to his own locker. He couldn't stand to put on his underwear or jeans less someone see his hard pulsing erection. "Fuck" he muttered as he pulled his tank top undershirt on. As he pulled it down, his thumbs purposely flicked over each erect nipple. At least nobody would question him about that part being hard. He fumbled around moving socks and shoes hoping other students sitting nearby would leave or they'd be occupied enough so he could pull on his jeans over the stick that would pop up as soon as he tried. "Hey" the voice was deep. Cliff heard it but didn't respond until he felt the hand on his shoulder. He looked to his right and the view was full of a dick. It lay casually over flesh sac of male clands. It's acorn mushroom cockhead was smooth. It was so close to his face, Cliff could easily kiss, lick or even better lift it with hit tongue and draw it into his salavating mouth. Instead he looked up at the cock's owner. It was Thomas. "You ok?" he asked still smiling. Cliff nodded then added a half volume "Uh yes I guess, yea sure, you?" He realized how stupid his response was. But the feeling of Thomas fingers on his bare shoulder skid felt great. The fingers seemed to move slightly as if to pet him unnoticably to anyone who might be watching. "Yea I'm great." Thomas said. He moved his hand from Cliff's shoulder and made a scratching like move on his thick meaty but not hard dick. "So when are we going to get together?" He asked. Cliff didn't know what to say. His mind was quickly analyizing the question. Did Thomas know he was gay? Did Cliff forget about some conversation in which they discussed meeting about some class subject? Was Thomas mistaking him for someone else? Cliff adjusted his jeans over his already hard cock which was throbbing harder now. His eyes tried not to dart to see Thomas hand on his own sex tool. "Uh what? When?" Cliff stammered not sure what he should be saying. "Yea or do you just like to look? That's ok dude, I like being watched sometimes" he laughed and moved his arm to a bicep displaying pose. "But there's more stuff we can do" he added "if you want. And I think you do" Thomas eyes moved from Cliff's face toward his hand and jeans covered crotch. "I uh get em all the time" Cliff said Thomas sat down next to him so close Cliff felt his bare buttock against the guy. "Shit man we all do. That's why having a buddy to take care of things" Thomas moved his bare thigh agasint Cliffs "is great" Cliff laughed, not because what Thomas said was funny or he thought Thomas was trying to be funny but he couldn't think of the right thing to say. "So maybe after class today? I just have some homework to do, but we can hang out and when the urge comes up you know deal..." Thomas' leg moved up and down against Cliff's. "I uh have an essay to write" Cliff said. "Cool, we can hang out like we are now, bareass and free, do our homework and whatever you like to do. Or I can or we both can" Thomas was standing now. His cock was obviously getting hard. "Shit I better get dressed before you get my cock hard like yours" his hand was on Thomas but his fingers were under the shoulder straps and they were obviously moving. "Meet you out front, I have a car" Thomas said and turned away. Cliff could feel the tip of his erection excreting precum. He looked around and moved his finger to the tip then his mouth. He loved the sweet taste. "Yea see you then" he said realizing Thomas had left and only his clothes, odorous jockstrap and open locker could hear him. He had one class to go. Cliff couldn't wait.