I was sixteen. It was the middle of tenth grade. I'd known I was gay since about thirteen. The showers in seventh grade proved it. I'd had crushes on guys ever since. My few friends had no idea. I hoped.
I was a thin, short little dork. Not very popular and not very outgoing.
My latest crush was Walter. He was an American Indian, for the most part. Brown-skinned with black hair and black eyes. A little on the chubby side, but not fat at all. Just not skinny at all. Some muscles, for sure. He was taller than me, too. Definitely stronger. He wasn't a bully, but he wasn't prey either. Just an average dude who liked baseball and was on the team.
And he was in my gym class. I'd seen him naked and wet plenty. And I'd looked, too. Too often. He'd spotted me at least a half-dozen times. But he never did anything about it. He didn't look angry at me, either. So I liked to look more often. On the sly. Never wanted to be caught at it, ya know?
One day, he was walking past as I was under the shower head, and I turned to have a look as he approached, and again as he walked away. He had a nice bush of black hair above a nice fat cock. It didn't look very long, but it sure had some girth. He had a nice set of balls, too. Having brown skin, his sack was darker brown, and his fat cock was almost as dark as his sack. The head of that cock looked so plump and juicy. I mean, it was just plain impressive. How could I not look? And his ass was just awesome. Juicy too. Plump and round and full. Even his chest was nice. Firm pecs with nice pinkish nipples and a little hair. His abs weren't flat, but he didn't have a gut either. He was solid and firm all over. Including his strong legs, which had a nice growth of black hairs below the knees.
I looked as he walked away, and he turned around and saw me looking. I turned away and finished my shower.
I was home after school, doing homework like the good little nerd I was. The doorbell rang. My few friends didn't come over that early on school days, so I wondered who it was as I headed downstairs and to the front door. When I opened it, there was Walt.
My guts imploded.
I knew I was about to get a severe beating. My folks wouldn't be home for almost two hours. I started to slam the door shut. He pushed it open easily and walked inside. He closed the door behind him and locked it.
I knew I was so dead.
"Your folks home?" he asked.
