Wish it Had a Dfferent Ending

I have masturbated many times thinking about this experience.

I was in college and played on a sports team. I was a virgin, never having been with a guy or girl. I was definitely interested in girls. But I had also been curious about guys for a long time. At the time of this story, I had not fooled around with anyone. I was very shy.

My team had our own small locker room that you could enter through a door from the large, main gym locker room. The doors to these small team rooms were always closed but were never locked. The layout plays into the story. Our locker room had an open shower area at the back with about 8 shower heads around the walls of the room, a drying area, and a bathroom next to it. We shared the shower area and bathroom with another team's small locker room. From the shower area you could look into a small part of our locker room, the part where my locker was located. You could also look into the other small locker room.

After practice one day, only a teammate and I were left in our locker room. Having already taken our showers, we were getting dressed. Nobody was in the other team's locker room. Then another guy entered the other team's room, and he soon started taking a shower. I could watch this other guy take his shower, but my teammate couldn't. I had noticed this guy before around the general locker area. I didn't think he was on that other team. He wore tighter pants than most guys and had some jewelry, which I thought was cool. He had a nice slim and fit body. I liked the way he looked when I saw him before, but I didn't give it any great thought. Anyway, I kept glancing at him as he showered. Meanwhile my teammate starting throwing socks at me. I was half naked, my briefs half pulled up on my thighs, as I swatted away the socks. My dick was soft but it was swinging around, flopping against my thighs.

While I was playing with my teammate, this other guy turned off his shower and walked out of the shower area, heading back to the other team's locker room. He had to walk directly toward me on the way, and when I glanced at him I noticed he was totally hard, his boner pointing straight at me! His cock nicely wiggled back and forth as he walked! I stared at it as he looked right at me. I can still picture it now, years later. I'm sure the guy was looking at me, but I was staring intently at his cock, the first hard cock I'd ever seen in person! I didn't say anything that might alert my teammate, and the guy turned and went into the other team's locker room area.

Very soon after that, my teammate left. I was almost totally dressed, but was not yet ready to leave. My mind was racing. I was VERY interested in that other guy's cock. It was about 6 inches long, cut, had a nice looking swollen head, and it had been pointing RIGHT AT ME! He clearly wanted me to see it. He looked very confident being naked and hard with me watching him. And, I guessed he was turned on by my soft dick swinging around.

I decided it was time to no longer be a virgin!

I sat down on the bench near my locker and started taking off my shoes and socks, then my pants. I was thinking I would go back into the showers and see what would happen. I didn't know how else to initiate things. Meanwhile, my new friend was walking back and forth between the other locker room and shower area, clearly watching what I was up to. Not a word had been said by either of us. It must have been clear to him I was interested, and even getting ready to do something with him.

I got my pants off entirely. My heart was racing. But I was not hard. Maybe I was too nervous. And, here is where I chickened out. I eventually decided I wasn't going through with it. What if someone came in? And, I was conflicted about having guy-guy sex, not quite sure of my sexuality. I think lots of us have that feeling. Even if I was attracted to boys and fantasized about them, I thought I wanted my first sex to be with a girl, because that would be "normal."

I put my clothes back on. And went to the bathroom area to use a mirror to comb my hair. On the way I glanced into the other locker room and checked out the guy's ass as he was still naked, facing away from me. His ass looked so very nice. I can still see it now, slim, dimpled, and cute. He turned his head and caught me checking him out, and shyly I quickly looked away.

While I was in the bathroom he came and and stood watching me. He was completely naked, as he had been since taking his shower. But, I continued getting ready and eventually left.

I never saw him again.

When I think back on this, many years later, I wish I had gone through with it. I should have at least spoken with him. In my mind, I have played out so many scenarios as to how this might have went. We could have showered together and played around. Or, in the bathroom I could have turned around from the mirror, looked him in the eye, and stripped. Or, I could have asked him where he lived and could we go there to be alone. But, I was so shy, inexperienced, and conflicted at the time that it just didn't happen. I even wonder if we might have had some kind of relationship. Finally, I wish he had come back another day! 

I still think about his inviting cock and cute ass. I was too inexperienced to do anything with him. But I really wish I had! It sounds a bit cliche, but this is one of those cases where I regret not having done something, as opposed to regretting having done something.

Eventually, I did have sex with someone. A guy. A dorm roommate. I've posted that story too! That fun time with my roommate certainly reinforced the feeling that I missed out that time in the locker room. I still wish that locker room encounter had a different ending.