My friend taught me to wank - Chapter 1 (Showers)

Going into high school, I joined a different group of people, which people would probably call jocks. There were about 8 of us in the group, but I was closest with Elliot, my best friend. Elliot was just a little bit taller than me, and was more muscular than skinny, but he wasn’t huge. He had blonde hair and light brown eyes, and small freckles across his nose and somewhat on his cheeks. We were all sporty, but we weren’t those big muscly jock guys you see in the movies. 

High school kinda sucked, but the one period I looked to every second day was sport. It was the close cousin to PE, except in sport we actually got to play games - none of that beep test shit. I remember being nervous after every period heading back to the change rooms. In hindsight, all of us were probably just as nervous. Showering with other people is a LITTLE bit weird. But the teachers were adamant that we had to shower to avoid smelling the whole day, so we didThe school change rooms were made of two distinct rooms; the lockers at the entrance, and the room with rows of showers on the wall. All the boys used to walk over to their lockers, get undressed, head to the showers, wash themselves, and come back to get dressed. 

The first real part of this story happened in the change rooms. Elliot and I walked into the lockers behind a group of people. We walked over to our lockers (which were right next to each other), and started to pull off our shoes. He was talking and laughing the whole time as he pulled his jersey off his chest over his head, when I noticed how hairy he was staring to get. His sandy blonde hair seemed to carry over to his now pretty hairy armpits, and the small treasure trail that was starting to grow. Of course at this point all of the boys had at least some body hair, but none really had any hair other than around their dick or on their legs and arms. He pulled off his shorts and started to head over to the showers while telling me to hurry up. I pulled off my shirt and shorts and followed him.

I usually tried to avoid looking down in the showers. I went straight in to the first free cubicle and pumped the soap dispenser which was surprisingly full for once. I started to lather myself when Elliot poked his head around the wall of the cubicle.

“What?” I asked anxiously.

“Any soap in yours? Mine is empty, J.”

“Oh yeah, this one’s full. Take some.”

Elliot reached in, got some soap, and left, but not before I saw him glance down to my dick. I thought nothing of it - after all, we’ve all accidentally taken peeks. He could have even been looking at something on the tiles. 

I finished my shower and went back into the locker room to get dressed. I stepped into my briefs and put on my pants when Elliot came around the corner and walked over to his locker. I buttoned up my polo and sat on the bench in the middle of the room to tie up my shoes. Elliot started talking to me again. I looked up expecting his face, but instead I my eyes landed on his penis, sitting directly at my eye level. I quickly shifted my gaze upwards to his face, but ended up looking back down at my shoes out of embarrassment. We both finished getting dressed and left the change rooms to go to lunch.

I thought nothing of the experience, as this shit happened every other day - we were teen boys in a change room after all - but this was when my teenage life started to change. For the better.