Owens fist time

I was in my sophomore year of high school playing for our varsity hockey team. Our Captain was a senior named Owen and a friend of mine since we were little. Owen was a cute boy and always had smile on his face. He was 5″10 and skinny, but his muscles were still toned. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and perfect teeth. After our games I would always stare at him getting changed. The way the set made is body shine, he was perfect. I was a few inches shorter than he was and not as strong. We almost looked the same except for the the fact that I had longer hair. We both had girl friends, and until that year we both thought we were straight. But there was something about Owen and the way he smiled at me that made me question that.

It all started one early morning practice when we were in the showers. I was in with him and was focusing all my attention on trying to not get an erection as he stood in front of me naked, his 7 inch long cock hanging between his legs. His penis wasn’t extremely big, but it was perfectly shaped and had a nice soft looking head and blonde hair that he kept trimmed. That morning he caught me staring at it. I was terrified he would yell out into the locker room and tell everyone, but instead he turned around and asked me in his soft voice if I could soap his back. I nervously said O.K. and drizzled the gel soap onto his smooth back. As I rubbed it in I felt my dick getting harder and had to stop and finish the shower.

He never said anything until our next early practice three days later. We were in the showers and he asked me to put soap on is back again, bu this time I noticed he was hard. It was the first time I had seen his penis erect. It was smooth and skinny, with a slight curve to the left. When I was done, he walked out of the shower, and I felt his hard on brush against my ass as he walked behind me.