I am sitting in his English class, unable to focus. My next and final class of the day is... gym.  Its dffinatly not my favorite subject. Ever since I was 13 I have hated gym class. I don't know its changing in front of all those fit young boys. Or  the looks that the football coach. But alas my stomach is turning its self in knots.

Brrrrrriiinnnngggg. The class bell rings and I get slowly trying to delay the inevitable. Praying to the man in the sky to start a fire in the school. It never happened. Reaching the locker room and opening the door, I see boys ranging from fourteen to seventeen. The raw display of manhood is dizzying. Most if not all are nude or half way there. The knots tighten. As I walk though the door a random voice calls out "Faggot". Too embarrassed I made it to my locker and got my basketball shorts and tee-shirt out and went to the stall to change. 

All throughout class I just watched all the boys lifting weights. Sweaty, smelly muscles flexing every way I look. Grunts, loud and determined. My cock was rock solid. Its not all that big. So hiding it is easy. I use the bike machine. If I pedal a certain way I can rub my little cock to orgasm. At this moment I am close to cumming this way. That's when John started his squat sets. His back turned to me. He liked tight spandex shorts to workout in. They were defiantly form fitting. His ass made some of the girls and teachers jealousy. A bubble butt, one of my favorite things. Man or woman. A perfect half circle. Soft like a pillow and it jiggled when he walked. I couldn't help but stare. Peddeling faster and faster. Up and down he went. After ten John set the bar back on the rack with a grunt. Shaking out the stress and steching bent over touching his toes. I came hard and fast. Almost falling off the bike. I swear when he bent over I could see the outline of his balls. The unexpected site is what made me cum so hard. 

I ended up just staying on the bike until the end of class. I lurked around the gym until I thought everyone was gone. Entering the locker room I saw no one right away. I striped naked and was about to dress in my regulare clothes when John walked in with a couple of buddies. He took one look at me and walked over and shoved my face into my closed locker door. Pinning me with his body and raising my hands up and pinning them as well. As he held me there he whispered in my ear "Don't think I didn't notice you starring at my ass." His hot breath on my ear was slowly turning me on more and more. My cock is throbing. I could also feel John's cock  harden a little. Before letting me go he began grinding on my ass. I came a little. He shoved me again and walked away shouting "Faggot this isn't over."