I went back to school a changed man.One of the reasons that Claire and I had become such good friends was that we both carried the stigma of our recen...t history. No matter how hard we tried, or how unwarranted it was, we both retained the image and reputation that we had always endured.In reality, I was no longer the wimpish, teacher’s pet that always got everything right. Yet my classmates still saw me that way. Claire had ditched the hideous glasses for a combination of designer specs and. I was a little shy so it took me a few minutes to actually look at him and notice that he wasn't wearing underwear. When his legs were open you could see his cock and balls.This totally excited me. I smiled and rubbed my own meat in response.I was wearing semi-tight track pants with nothing on underneath because I had gotten to like the feeling of my cock and balls free in the clothes. Plus it showed off my muscular ass and I liked the attention ;-)I had to be careful rubbing myself for him. "You felt so good, so natural in my mouth ," Michael said. "I wasn't sure what to do. But the feel of your penis in my mouth and against my tongue was a dream come true." Michael looked in my eyes and kissed me again. His tongue probed my mouth. I parted my lips and felt Michael's tongue enter my mouth. And with his tongue came a small amount of some more of my own cum. That sent another shiver and erotic wave throughout my body, and rekindled some of my desire for gay sex.Then I thought that. Truth be told, he wasn’t a fan of this guy. He didn’t even care that he was off the team. He understood why he was cut from the team. The coach liked ‘winners’. He told them that many times. It was clear that Tim was not a ‘winner’ in Coach Jim’s eyes.While Tim wasn’t prepared for this, it only got worse when Coach Jim answered the door. He had on a wife beater shirt that showed lots of muscles and a pair of shorts that left little to the imagination of what was under them.Tim was sure that the.