Date: Wed, 11 May 2022 22:57:00 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Coming Out Part Eight (Young Friends) "Sam! Sam! Far post!" Danny shouted as I swung the cross into the box. It was my first match for the Year 10 team, I'd come on as a substitute and it was going pretty well. It had been a long time since I'd played a proper match but it was all coming back to me. Maybe it was like riding a bike, you never forget! I suppose I played a fair bit in the playground and I'd had a training session with the team. That first after school training session had been a bit of a shock though. I was expecting it but still walking into the changing room and seeing those boys in a state of undress was slightly intoxicating. Topless boys, boys in just their boxer shorts, it was definitely a bit of a turn on. I felt a stirring in my own pair of pants so I quickly pulled my shorts and football top on. We'd overrun time and so everyone just went home in their football kit. When I got changed the next time for the match a few days later I had the same stirring in my pants as I looked at my half naked teammates. The match was against another London school and was a tight affair, 1-1 when I came on with twenty minutes left. I'd created a couple of half decent chances and as my cross arched over the defenders to where Danny was waiting at the far post I thought we were about to win it. However he mistimed his jump and his header glanced wide. It turned out to be the last chance of the game really. A draw was a decent result and I was pleased with how I'd played. I got a few slaps on the back from the team and I began to feel like I was being accepted. "See, I told you we needed you!" Jamie said coming up to me as we walked back to the changing rooms. "I'm not sure about that but it was fun to be part of a team again." "You played great! Next time you might start rather than come on as a sub. Year 9s loss is our gain!" We walked into the changing rooms as Jamie said this and I felt pretty good about things. It was nice to be complimented. Nice to be thought of as something other than "that gay boy from year 9". "Thanks, you played really well, couple of great attempts at goal!" I said to Jamie who started to take his football top off. I couldn't help but admire Jamie with his top off. His body was impressive, athletic but also well toned and with pretty much a six pack. As he pulled his shorts down to stand there in just a pair of tight fitting red boxer shorts I realised again how attractive he was. I avoided looking at his boxer shorts too closely, I didn't want to be seen to be looking. Still, I knew that a new wank fantasy had been created. He lifted his arm to show off his hairy armpit and sniffed it, "Hmm I fucking stink, I need a shower." For one moment I thought he was about to strip off in front of me and head for the showers but he then said, "That's the first thing I'm going to do when I get home, right I need a piss." He walked off to the toilets in just his boxer shorts. Was he showing off? Maybe, if I had a body like that I'd strut around half naked all the time. Actually I wouldn't, now every knew I was gay it would be self defeating. Still, as I watched that cute bum of his as he walked away from me I felt slightly hot and flustered! "Don't worry, if I was gay I'd fancy him too!" I heard Simon, our goalkeeper say coming up to me. I blushed and stammered something about not thinking of Jamie like that. Simon giggled, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me! But next time try not to dribble too obviously when you see him half naked. Keep the dribbling for the football pitch!" I knew he was joking and that made me happy as well as a bit embarrassed. It meant I was being accepted into the team, warts and all. Jamie came back and finished getting changed, I picked up my bag to leave but he called out to me, "Hold up Sam, I'll walk out with you!" I waited for Jamie and we walked out the changing room together. As we walked through the playground Jamie put his arm around me which caused me to jump in surprise. "I'm really proud of you Sam, joining the football team was a big step. I know it must have been a bit nerve wracking. The easiest thing in the world would be for you to hide away and keep yourself to yourself. But life is about taking risks and having experiences. Don't ever forget that!" We reached the school gates and went our separate ways. I was on cloud nine after not only playing well but also having Jamie compliment me. Let alone seeing him in just his pants! I rushed home, stripped off and got straight in the shower. I thought about what Jamie said, about life being about having experiences. I closed my eyes and let the hot water rush over me and I fantasised about a naked experience with him. If he was in the shower with me now I'd kiss those beautiful lips of his. I'd let my left hand drop down to the part of his body my right hand was on mine now. I'd take both our hard dicks in my hands and wank them as the water ran over us. I wondered what he was hiding in his pants. I assume his dick was bigger than mine, after all he was a year older and I'd only started puberty a few months ago. I presumed he wasn't circumcised, virtually no one was in our school that I'd seen anyway. I cleaned myself with shower gel, wanting to prolong the experience as long as I could. I washed my hair as well before my hand then made it back to my hard dick. I pretended it was Jamie's hard dick I was wanking. I was getting really carried away and I knew I was whimpering in enjoyment. Then I felt my orgasm coming at me fast and I let out a grunt of release as I show my cum all over the glass of the shower wall. Wow, that was fucking spectacular! I washed the cum off the shower wall and my hand before turning it off and getting out of the shower. There was a fairly large mirror in the bathroom and I used it to look at myself naked. What did Jorge sat, I looked like a twink? I suppose I could convince myself I looked cute. The blond hair falling down over my blue eyes. Those eyes though, there was still pain behind them. I guess there may always be, as Tom said life wasn't easy. I didn't exactly love my body though. I wish I wasn't as weedy as I was, I suppose I could try and bulk up seemed too much like hard work though. If only I looked like Jamie did. I looked lower down to where my soft dick sat on my nails nestled below some damp blonde hairs. I got the measuring tape out of the cupboard and tried to convince myself I was now two inches soft but I probably wasn't. Still it would grow, just maybe not as quickly as I liked. I jumped in surprise as suddenly Tom banged on the door and shouted "Stop wanking and get out of there, I need a piss!" "Fuck off! I was having a shower!" I protested. He laughed, "Yeah but I heard your grunting and moaning from my bedroom!" I wrapped a towel around me and left the bathroom slightly embarrassed even though he had no proof that's what I'd been doing. Tom ruffled my hair affectionately,"Only winding you up little bro, how did football go?" "Great! I played twenty minutes and did pretty well. Jamie says I might start next time. He seems to have a lot of say in the team" "And I guess as you showered at home there were no shower issues like you worried about? "None at all, everything was fine. No one fully stripped off and neither did I. Thanks for reassuring me!" I said smiling at my brother. He smiled back, "Ah no wonder you went straight for a shower wank, all those hot boy bodies on display!" I blushed as he said that and he just laughed and ruffled my hair again, "Hey nothing to be embarrassed about. You can't beat a good wank! In fact I might go and have one myself, see you in a bit." Tom giggled as he said that and I did too. I might wallow in self pity at times but at that moment I realised how lucky I was. I had the most supportive amazing brother anybody could have and I knew he'd always be there to stick up for me. Later that night as I lay in bed almost asleep I replayed the events of the day in my head. The match, seeing the boys half naked, well really the major one was Jamie. I couldn't stop thinking about him.. I fancied him so much it hurt! It wasn't just that he was sexy and attractive. It was that we seemed to have a mental connection, like we really really clicked. In a different way to how it was with Jorge and Olly. It was probably my imagination. Just me projecting how I wanted things to be rather than how they were. He was straight, I was gay. There was no way anything was ever happening between us. Still, a boy could dream and it was just nice to have a new really nice friend to hang out with..