Hi, I'm Seth. Some of my hottest experiences happened in high school. One of them still gets me hard even now.
It happened my freshman year. Now that I think about it, there were so many hot guys at school. It was like I was in a school full of gods. But there was one guy on my tennis team went off the charts in the sexy department. He was a junior named Nate. I can still see him clearly in my mind.
Nate was on the tennis team, but he also did rock climbing and boy did it show. He dressed fairly preppy with polos and all that. Anything he wore looked good on him though, especially with those arms. I craved the days when he would wear shorts so I could see those rock hard legs or jeans to accentuate his perfect ass. Of course, I was sure I didn't have a chance with him. Besides, he was straight as a laser.
I always used to go on his Myspace and Facebook pages and stare at his pictures. The ones where he was shirtless got hot so badly. His chest was amazing and so were his washboard abs. He had the back of a god from all that rock climbing. I thought to myself that if I could just have him, I could die happy. One day when I was driving home from school I passed by him when he was going for a run. Shirtless of course and sweat glistening off of his heavenly body. I seriously thought I would have a heart attack right then and there.
When tennis season rolled around in the spring, I was so glad to get a chance to talk to him. It turned out he was as nice as he looked. But to him I was probably just the little freshman guy tagging along. One day after practice, Nate asked me if I wanted to stay behind and play some more rounds with him. Of course I said yes.
We started playing a real intense game. It was like we were playing at Wimbledon or something. All the while it was getting pretty hot out and the sun was beating down really hard on us. We decided we needed to take a little break.
"Whew! Seth you sure know how to handle those balls hehe"
"Oh yeah you know how I like to play with them"
"Haha. Such a fag"
"Shut up. Damn it's really hot out"
"I know man." As he said this, he started to pull of his sweat soaked shirt. I tried to be discreet while watching this totally hot display. "God," I thought to myself, "he just gets hotter by the second."
"Dude...your shirt is like a fucking sponge, Seth. Take that shit off haha"
He was right, I hadn't really noticed it, but my shirt had enough sweat to fill up a bathtub. I peeled off my shirt and tossed it over to the side of the tennis court. I didn't have too bad of a body either. Playing tennis since I was 8 definitely had its benefits. My arms were pretty strong and I had a formidable six pack going on.
"You ready to get your ass kicked?"
"HAH...that's funny because last time I checked, you were losing!"