Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2023 21:59:14 -0400 From: AB Subject: Researching dick with Josh - part 6 The gray t-shirt stuck to Mark's chest, filled with the boy's sweat. His running pace had slowed as he rounded the corner of the track. The pounding of his heart was echoing in his head. One more lap to go. One more lap until... "Come on ladies," Mr. Viti yelled out. "We don't have all day, finish up!" Mark and about a dozen other 14 year-olds boys remained on the outdoor track. The first day of gym class on the first day of the school year meant they had to run 10 laps. What a way to start things. It's like Viti wanted the boys extra hot and sweaty for the first day when they had to shower in the high school boys locker room. One more lap and Mark will have to face his doom. Maybe he'd break an ankle on the final lap and he could be taken away in an ambulance instead. "Finish strong!" Mr. Viti yelled. Mark gritted his teeth and found a reserve of energy to finish up the lap, quickening his pace. Might as well get it over with, he thought. He was not a fast runner but he wanted to set himself apart from the burnouts and chubby kids that were left behind. When Mark entered the locker room he was hit by the steam and the smell. Boys were milling about in various states of undress, many with towels hanging around their waists. Don't look. Don't look too closely he kept repeating to himself. He stood at his open locker and held his towel, still dressed in his t-shirt and shorts, trying to build up his confidence. "Hey Mark," a voice called, "You better get moving, Viti expects us all to shower. " It was Paul, a kid he was friendly with, and sat near him in math class. Mark turned toward his friend. Paul had a grin on his face as he pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head, impressively pulling it off while keeping his glasses on. Paul's chest has a nice shape to it, with oval dark nipples that had sharp points. He used his shirt to wipe his armpits, which each had a black, wet mop of hair. He rubbed the shirt against his damp chest. Oh my god, this is the first time he noticed how hot Paul was. Mark sighed. "I know, I'm getting... it's just..." the thought was lost as the sight of Paul yanking his shorts and underwear down caught his attention. Holy shit. Paul maintained his toothy grin and from what Mark could see, he understood why he was smiling. Mark was a boy among men. Paul was a hot man. "Hurry up!" Paul waved at Mark, showing off his thick pit hair again, his soft cock swinging slightly. "Vito's coming this way." Sure enough, the gym teacher was making his way down to the row of lockers yelling at the boys to get moving. Mark had nowhere to hide. "What's the matter," Viti yelled the boy's last name, "Don't want everyone to see your vagina?" A few boys around laughed at that comment and Mark's face turned red. "Come on," Viti demanded, "Let's see it." "What?" "We don't have all day," Viti answered. "Everyone one has to shower." He stood looking down at the boy. Mark hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and took a deep breath. Here we go, he thought. His eyes opened and he realized that he was laying in his bed and this was a dream. Relief washed over him and after a few seconds he realized he had a strong erection. The actual first day of school and his actual first humiliation in the locker room was three days away. This was Mark's last weekend of freedom before his life was ruined forever. That final Saturday was spent with Chris,like always. Mark rode his bike over to his house and they spent hours hanging out in a nearby park. They walked through some hiking trails, ate sandwiches and drank sodas by a lake, threw a frisbee around, and hung out with other kids. This was a time before everyone had cell phones and you could just hang out, location unknown, without your parents being too concerned. All the hours in the sun and on their feet tried the boys out. "Well, I should be heading home," Mark said. "Home?" Chris questioned. "It's the last weekend of summer, you can't go home yet." "The heat's getting to me, I gotta get inside." "Come back to my house, we'll get something to eat and hang out more." It was a short bike ride to Chris's house, a ranch style home that was much bigger than Mark's, and their usual hangout spot. Like most nights, Chris's parents were out, and god knows where Jake was, so they had the place to themselves. "My parents keep a stash of cash here, so we'll be able to order some pizza and wings," Chris offered. "I probably should change first. " "Yeah, I would too," Mark said, sniffing his shirt. "But I don't have anything to change into." "You can borrow something from me," Chris replied. Chris was several inches taller but neither boy worried about that detail. "You can even take a shower if you want." "Great, I think I will," Mark said. "One of your last showers you take before the entire ninth grade is watching you doing it," Chris joked. Mark shot him a look that suggested he didn't find the comment funny. "That's a joke," Chris added. "It's only a joke." "I don't know why you're not worried about it." "It's not a big deal! You'll be used to it soon enough," Chris laughed. "It's not funny," Mark snapped. "Boy," Chris chuckled, "you must really have a small one!" "I don't!" Mark didn't. By this point he was nearly 6.5 inches hard. He didn't know this was above average at this point but not that it mattered, they wouldn't be seeing his erection. If the boys saw his full length Mark would die on the spot. "You're worrying a lot about my dick size," Mark said pointedly. "YOU'RE worrying a lot about dick size," Chris corrected. "It's okay if you're a little small. You might as well tell me, I'm going to find out eventually." Mark sighed. "Soon the whole school will be talking about it!" Chris grinned. Mark shot his friend another hurt look. "I'm only kidding, come on, no one cares about your dick or its size. I'm sure you're no smaller than me." Mark cracked a smile. "Oh, so you're the one that's small?" "In your dreams, kid!" Chris shot back. No, in Mark's dreams, Chris was always much bigger. Mark pushed Chris, causing him to crash into a kitchen cabinet, nearly dropping his soda. "Hey stinky, watch it!" Mark smelled his shirt again. "I really should shower." Chris led Mark up the stairs toward his bedroom. He started opening his dresser drawers and pawed through the clothes. "I gotta have some kid clothes that will fit you!" "Hey!" Mark said, "Kid clothes? You're like two inches bigger than me." "Yeah, I'm two inches bigger. Soon the whole school will know!" Chris laughed. Mark rolled his eyes. "I thought you said you'd have my back?" "I do. When it comes to your front, I have your back!" Mark shook his head at the dumb joke. "Can I have some clothes?" Chris held up a shirt and a pair of pants. "I think this will fit you. Are you planning on freeballin, it?" "Uh..." "Just reuse your underwear," Chris said, handing him the clothes. Chris led him into the bathroom off his bedroom and showed him how to use the bathroom fan, where the towels were and how to turn on the shower. The tour was a bit unnecessary because Mark had showered there many times before when he slept over. "Thanks," Mark said. The two boys stood in the bathroom. Chris hadn't left yet. "Okay...?" Mark asked. "You know, Mark," Chris started to explain. "I really do think once you get used to showering around the other kids, you'll discover it's not such a big deal. It's really not weird at all with my soccer team." "Oh, it's not weird that you've seen all your teammates naked?" "No..." Chris thought about it, "it's kinda cool." Oh. Mark let that comment hang. "Do you really think you're going to bone up?" Chris asked. "Maybe?" "I didn't realize you get off on watching other boys." "Chris, I get off on watching everything." The two boys laughed and the tension was broken. "Yeah," he added. "I have an idea," Chris exclaimed. "Let's watch each other shower." "What? Come on," Mark punched his friend's shoulder. "I'm serious. We'll take turns watching each other shower and nothing will happen and you'll see how normal it is." "Normal?!" Mark started laughing. "You really want to know how big my dick is." "Nah man," Chris started moving. "Here, if you don't believe me, I'll go first. You can watch me shower, and then we'll switch." Mark should have protested but he said nothing. Chris peeled off his orange t-shirt and tossed it aside. Mark has seen Chris shirtless before but never like this. "You're really doing this?" Chris didn't answer but sat on the toilet to begin removing his sneakers. Chris's nipples were fat and puffy, much larger than Mark's. And he leaned forward to untie his laces, Mark studied the beginnings of his happy trail, a good number of black hairs leading to his waistline. "You're only young once," Chris said, something he probably heard in a movie. He stood and unbuttoned his jeans. He made a shrugging motion and yanked them down, and stepped out of them. He sat back down on the toilet to deal with his socks. From a sitting position Chris's package was quite distinct. He wore paisley pattern underpants that hugged everything nicely. A big mass was right in its center. Mark felt flush. Chris stood and stepped toward the shower and turned on the water. "It'll take a minute or two to warm up," he said casually. He pulled the shower curtain about 70% closed. The curtain was a thick plastic and had a prism effect. You could see through it but you could only see color and block shapes. Chris stepped toward his friend and grabbed his arms, hanging at Mark's side. Pushing him back toward the wall, he explained, "Here. You should be able to get a good view from here. I don't want to have the curtain open too much and get water on the floor." Mark's throat was dry and he realized he hadn't said anything in a while. "Uh..." was all he could utter. "Hey," Chris smiled as he stood in front of his friend, "it'll be fun." He grabbed Mark's hand in a very intimate way, or like he was a parent. And then Chris let go, stepped back and pulled down his underwear, never breaking eye contact with Mark. Chris was perfect. That was Mark's first reaction. His body was naturally thin and tight, his flat stomach leading down to a perfect V shape and his prize. His pubes were thick, black and curly. It was at least two handfuls of hair that framed his body perfectly in the years when only porn guys shaved and trimmed. And his penis was a dark color, and hung nicely over what appeared to be a sizable ball sack. If Mark had to guess, Chris was probably 3-4 inches soft and probably bigger than he was hard. His length led to a cut circumcised tip. Maybe Chris didn't have as much girth, and Mark's dork head was bigger, but... Chris had something special. He was perfect. This penis and this moment. It was both the only thing Mark ever needed to see and the only thing he'll ever see again. Mark realized he was staring with his mouth open. Chris probably noticed but didn't say anything. He knew he was showing off and he wanted Mark to like it. "Step aside," Chris said as he moved toward the shower and gently pushed Mark back. His bare dick bobbed back and forth as he did this, and then Chris turned to reveal his ass as he pulled the curtain back to step into the shower. Chris held in that position, knowingly giving the other boy a view of his ass. White compared to the rest of the skin and hairless, it had just the right amount of weight and shape. Mark never gave much thought to asses before but he was now a fan. Earlier when Mark fooled around with Josh, it was important to explain it away. They weren't gay, they weren't really into boys, they were just figuring things out and this is what kids did. This was a similar setup, they were practicing for the showers at school, but neither of them bothered to remind themselves that they actually liked girls and this didn't mean anything. This was hot. Chris was flirting with him and he meant it in that way. The Josh stuff was nothing compared to this. Now in the shower, Chris let the hot water spray across his body. From his vantage point, Mark could see everything. Chris spread the water around his body with his hands and Mark's eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Chris took a washcloth and a bar of soap and began to lather himself up, starting with his chest and arms and armpits. The soap suds bubbled on his skin and slowly slid down Chris's body. The suds started gathering in the boy's pubes and dripping down the length of his cock. Chris looked up and made eye contact with Mark standing in the corner of the bathroom. He smiled. "See how easy it is to not get a boner?" With that his hands slid down his side to his crotch, and he began soaping up his penis, holding it in his right hand and stroking it. The cock expanded in Chris's hand, and started to grow in length. He waved it up and down, pointing it at his friend. Chris was now at his full length and it was amazing. The erection forming in Mark's pants was undeniable. His cock was at its full length, too, and it got that way looking at his friend. The boy's cock nearly broke out the left leg of his shorts. Mark gripped it with his hand, hoping to hide it, but his cock head pressed against the edge of short, daring to pop out and down his leg. Meanwhile, Chris moved his hands up to wash his hair and the boy's nipples and chest and armpit hair were on display for Mark, a fulfilment of all his fantasies. Mark continued stroking his cock through his shorts and a wet patch of his precum quickly formed. He pawed at himself in an animalist way, his forehead covered in sweat, lightly biting his lip and hoping that his heart wouldn't explode in his chest. "Hey!" Chris called out, breaking the moment like glass shattering. Chris had pulled back the curtain and had stepped toward his friend. Chris held out his hand, dripping wet, toward Mark. "Why don't you join me?" The moment held. Mark considered his options, and knew that this was a turning point in his life. He needed to do this, and would regret it forever if he didn't. He let go of his erection and stepped toward the tub. "Okay," he answered. Mark pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He grabbed his shorts and stopped. He looked up and made sure Chris was watching. His eyes burned into Mark's soul. Chris grinned like an idiot as Mark began to remove his shorts. Mark had to reach in to remove his hard cock, trapped in the fabric, and once it was free it naturally aimed in the direction of his friend (and, as always, slightly to the left.) He pushed the shorts down the rest of his legs and stepped out of them. He put his hands on his hips, unsure of the next movement. "Come on," Chris said with a smile, encouraging him to join him in the shower. Mark stepped into the shower and Chris pulled the curtain closed, and then turned his friend toward the water getting him wet. "I need to..." Mark started to say. "Let me," Chris answered as he started to rub Mark's chest with the soapy washcloth as the water soaked his head. So close to each other, as Chris washed his friend, their two erections touched. Fully hard, Chris might have a half an inch or an inch on Mark, but Mark's fat cockhead dominated the mashing together of their dicks. Chris dropped the washcloth and grabbed Mark's cock, soaping it up with his hand. "Do you like this?" Chris asked. "Yeah," Mark panted. A few more pumps and Mark realized he could do the same, reaching out for Chris's penis in return. He started stroking, and Chris returned the favor, quickening his pace. Mark increased his pace, and the two worked back and forth until they were both jacking the other off to the same rhythm. The noise of the water hitting the tub was the only sound - that and the squeaking of their masturbation, and their occasional gasp for air. Precum was foaming at the tip of Mark's penis and a thick glob of cum was hanging off of Chris's dick, dancing with the movement of Mark's hand. It was hard to talk, not only with the noise of the shower, but also the energy being exerted. "I can't believe..." the words escaped Mark's mouth. He leaned forward and pressed his head against Chris's chest. Chris's free hand grabbed Mark's ass and pulled him closer. Mark started panting into his friend's chest, and almost whimpered as Chris worked his magic on his rock hard cock. A few more strokes and that was it... an explosion. A fat burst of cum exploded from Mark's cock, splattering across Chris's stomach, followed by a second, third and forth shot as Chris continued to work his shaft. Most of the load was on Chris, now pooling in his pubes. Mark stepped back to admire his work. He grabbed the wall because his knees nearly buckled. Through all this, Mark had forgotten about jacking his friend off, but Chris didn't seem to mind. Without saying a word, Chris scooped up as much of Mark's cum as he could and slattering his hard cock with it, and began stroking again. Mark studied the beautiful cock closely, and how Chris's fist made it look extra red and thick, now covered with his own boyseed. It didn't take long. Chris stepped forward and pointed his cock at Mark's still hard dick, firing about a half dozen jolts of his spunk onto Mark. Now Chris's load settled on his stomach and in his pubes, just like his load had done to his friend just moments ago. "Well," Chris said. "Yeah," Mark answered. Without much talking, the two boys went about washing the cum off themselves and putting on one last show for each other. Chris turned the water off, and Mark reached for the towels, handling one to his friend. They dried themselves and stepped out of the shower. As he finished drying himself, Mark noticed that Chris's penis had deflated back to his normal length. In contrast, Mark remained hard, nearly his full length. "Wow," Chris said. He took hold of Mark's dick without asking, "You're still hard." "Yeah," Mark said. "That's... yeah, I can stay hard for a while." "Nice," Chris said, letting go of Mark's hard-on. "I'll have to remember that. Did you have fun?" "That was fun," Mark said. "That was more than fun," Chris corrected, with another big grin. "I don't know how this is going to help me not get a boner in the locker room. In fact, I'll probably be thinking about this the whole time and I'll get this hard." Mark pointed at his hard, red dick to illustrate the point. Chris laughed, "Yeah, maybe." Mark sighed. "I'm in trouble." "Nah, they're going to like your dick I like your dick!" That comment didn't really register with Mark. "Everyone is going to think I'm a gay." "Don't worry about it," Chris said, smiling and looking the boy in the eyes. "You're always telling me to not worry!" "Hey, can I let you in on a secret?" "You're gay?" Mark asked. "A different secret," Chris said, not denying the question. "Okay." "We don't have to shower after gym class." "What?" "Yeah, we don't have to shower after gym." "But Jake..." "My brother's an idiot. He just said that to torment us, he let me in on the truth the other night." "Wait..." Mark was trying to process this information. "He said this the other night? Why didn't you say anything sooner? I thought the whole point of this..." "I told you, don't worry about it," Chris cut off his line of thought. "Let's get dressed and order pizza. I'm starving." Mark attempted to gather his thoughts. Chris tricked him. Was it really a trick? Did he like Mark as much as Mark liked him? Did Chris like boys just as much as Mark did? He wouldn't get any answers that night. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was entering ninth grade as a completely different person. ------- If you're liking this story and want to read what happens next, let me know. Thank you for reading!