Best friends Bond In the Changing Rooms

This is my first ever story so please comment. I have many more ideas and would like to know how I can make better stories- or if I even should.

I’m not gay, and I’m not bi either but I would call myself curious. I’m curious about guys, and more specifically, their dicks. As a 15 year old guy, I worry about the size of my manhood. In truth, I have a rather average 6 and a half inch circumcised cock but at the time of this story, I didn’t know if I should be ashamed or proud. I had seen a few dicks before in the changing rooms, but never seen one properly, or one I actually want to see…

My bestfreind is called Joe. He is the same age as me and I’ve known him for years. Neither of us are the best looking guys at school but there are many who are worse. We’re your average guys, both about 5’6”, I have light brown hair and fair skin whilst his hair is black and his skinned, lightly tanned.

Now, I repeat again – I am not gay- but for the past couple of years, I have a desire to see Joe’s dick. I want to know how big it is, what it looks like, how it feels…but Joe is rather shy despite having a pretty good body. Both of us are slime, but his body is much more toned than me, with a six pack that I could only dream of having – yet, the closest I’ve come to seeing him nude, is seeing him standing in just a loose fitting black pair of boxers. That image has helped me enjoy myself countless times. But I needed more, and I had come up with a plan that could get me what I wanted – and perhaps more…

It was a Thursday morning during mid winter and Joe and I were walking to our P.E lesson 15 minutes late because we had both had a Spanish oral lesson. This was our first this term so no one in the class knew what time we would turn up to class, and if I had my way, we may not turn up at all. As we walked through the cold to the outdoor changing rooms, Joe and I spoke about football as we normally do and before I knew it we were together in the changing rooms, starting to undress. Just as I know about his shyness, Joe knows that with 30 other guys in the changing room, there is no way that I would wear a small pair of briefs, especially without anything else on. so it must of shocked him that when he looked up after removing his shirt, I was standing opposite him – facing away – in a tiny pair of white briefs which showed the clear shape of my lifeless dick, and shaped around my ass wonderfully. Now I had worn these today because I knew we would be alone and I would try to use this unusual situation to get a proper look at my best friends cock, but I needed Joe to play his part in getting to the action.

In what was probably out of surprise, Joe exclaimed “Alex, what are you wearing?!”

This was just the sort of comment I needed, and turned to him and casually replied “What? They’re just underwear. Why, what should I be wearing?”

“Well you never, wear briefs, just normal boxers like what I’m wearing” he replied

Making my first move, I said, “Show me what you’re wearing and explain why I should be too”

Thinking nothing of it, Joe pulled of his trousers to reveal some loose fitting grey boxers – the type we would both normally wear. As I began to process the situation, I realised that we were both standing there in just tiny pieces of fabric and that since I had turned around; Joe’s eyes had not left my crotch.

Breaking the silence, I gave the ‘reason’ for my different underwear choice, “You’re wearing the wrong boxers. We’re playing football now, not doing fitness. We’re gonna be running around, and when you do, your dick will be flapping all over the place, whilst mine, is gonna be nice and secure.” As I finished, I groped my package momentarily, to emphasise my point. Joe responded immediately by calling my theory “rubbish” and told me to prove it. My method would be for us each to jog on the spot for ten seconds, whilst the other watched the crotch area to see how much movement took place. Although, he was uneasy at first, Joe agreed, and I went first.

I stood a metre away from him, and began jogging, feeling my dick, rubbing against the fabric of my tight briefs. As I looked at my friend’s eyes, I could see them looking directly at my dick. As I noticed this I could feel my member staring to stir and so was relieved when the 10 seconds finished.