When we showered after soccer, I noticed that Tom always stood close to me and sometimes chatted casually, usually about the game. I didn't think anything of it or pay him much attention. Then I began to notice more about him. My height but slimmer, fit. He also had a bigger cock which he soaped for longer than he needed without getting a hard on or anything but it happened so often that it was obvious. I'm not gay but I masturbate a lot and sometimes use gay porn. I wondered if Tom were gay and the idea excited me. I began to think about him while masturbating. Well, it happened when we were the last two left in the showers, dripping and nude. He grinned, took my penis in his hand and said I had a nice cock. I was embarrased but didn't take his hand away; It's small, I said. I like that, he told me. I was starting to stiffen but panicking that someone would catch us. Not here, I said. He waited for me beside my car and I drove us to the local supermarket car park, choosing an empty corner that wasn't lit at that hour. As soon as I switched the engine off, he was on me, his mouth on mine and his hand between my legs squeezing hard. I'd never kissed with a boy before but it was nice, surprisingly soft, no different from a woman really. He got my zip down and I lifted by ass clear of the seat so that he could pull my jeans off. Man, was I rock hard and my penis felt electric. He was kissing me and wanking me really hard. I felt my orgasm coming and wanted to tell him I didn't want to cum all over myself and the car but another voice in my head said, shit, let it happen man. I shot my load and it went everywhere, on me, my jeans, even the steering wheel. He pulled back a little, smiling and licking the cum off his hand. Yum, he said. Again, I said. Again and again.