Is That My Underwear?!

The next day, Jimmie still had a fairly constant hard on. After he had gotten Troy off, Gabriella had come looking for her boyfriend. So Jimmie had been left unsatisfied. Of course, he masturbated furiously when he got home, reliving the night's events in his mind. But he wanted more. He was addicted to Troy Bolton.

So the boy went through his day at East High, books placed strategically at his crotch, completely oblivious to his teachers' lectures or even his best friend's frequent comments. All he could picture was his mouth latched onto Troy's magnificent cock, and gazing up at the older boy whose head was thrown back in pleasure. Great, hard again.

Going through basketball practice didn't make things any easier. Jimmie eventually had to fake an injury so he could sit down and hide the protrusion in his shorts. He contented himself in watching Troy move gracefully across the gym floor, licking his lips every time the captain would jump and expose a fraction of his toned stomach.

"Alright boys, hit the showers!" Coach Bolton announced.

'Great,' Jimmie thought, 'This definitely isn't gonna help my situation.'

Jimmie always had a tough time in the lockerroom. It was hard enough (no pun intended) being around so many cute, naked guys. Harder still when one of those naked guys was Troy.

Speaking of, the basketball captain jogged up to Jimmie at that moment.

"Hey Rocket Man, how's your ankle?" he asked with genuine concern.

"My what?" Jimmie asked, caught off guard. "Oh! Oh yeah, it's alright, just a little sore. I'll be fine."

"Okay, well I didn't know if you needed any help in the shower. I'd be happy to...help you out," Troy said suggestively.

Jimmie couldn't hide the smile that exploded on his face. "Wow, thanks man! That sounds great!"

"Why don't we wait for it to clear out a bit in there," Troy suggested.

This was only getting better. It was clear Troy had more on his mind than getting clean. Quite the opposite actually. So the boys waited, making small talk on the bleachers. You would never know of their true intentions.

When the last of their team members exited the lockerroom, Troy stood and offered his hand to Jimmie. Jimmie, though it was unnecessary, took Troy's hand and was led into the boy's lockerroom.

"I'm gonna go get some body wash from the office. Why don't you get started," Troy told Jimmie.

Standing alone at the lockers, Jimmie began to disrobe. He removed his jersey and shorts, and stood for a moment in his new boxer-briefs. He had gone out and bought them immediately after his encounter with Troy the night before. Once those were removed, Jimmie wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to the showers.

Before long, Jimmie had emersed himself under a steady stream of hot water. It felt so good running down his lean, nude body. He almost lost himself he was so relaxed. But all that changed as he just happened to open his eyes to see a familiar form heading his way.

The steam from the shower seemed to part to allow the entrance of the stud. Not even bothering to wear a towel, Troy was naked as the day he was born. But make no mistake, his body was all man. The condensation in the air made Troy's body glisten as he stepped closer and closer to Jimmie. Everything about him was perfect. His tousled brown locks, beautiful face, broad shoulders with those amazing arms, muscled pecs sitting over an insane six pack, all leading down to the most delectable dick Jimmie had ever seen. Even soft, it looked menacing.

Troy was taking the opportunity to gaze at Jimmie's own hot little body. Though he lacked the bulging muscles that defined Troy's form, Jimmie was very long and lean and toned. There wasn't a hair on him, save for a small patch over his increasingly erect manhood. It seemed to be reaching out to Troy, calling him closer.

"I see you definitely got started without me," Troy grinned, giving another appreciative glance to Jimmie's groin.

Jimmie laughed, "Are you kidding? I've been like this all day because of you!"

Troy's grin remained locked on his face, "Is that so? Well then I guess I should do something about that."

Before Jimmie could even respond, Troy took the last few steps toward him and locked his lips onto Jimmie's own. Troy wasted no time slipping his tongue into the younger boy's mouth and pulling them together so their naked bodies pressed against one another under the steady stream of the shower. Jimmie's achingly stiff cock was trapped pointing upward against Troy's lower abdomen.

As their tongues wrestled, Jimmie began to feel a second stiffness arising against his thigh. Without thinking, he slipped one of his hands in between them to grope the hardening flesh.

"Hold on there Rocket Man," Troy chastised, batting Jimmie's hand away. "There will be plenty of time for that. First, you deserve some relief."

So instead, Troy reached his own hand out and wrapped his fingers around Jimmie's throbbing member. The boy nearly collapsed at the touch and had to lean back against the shower wall. Troy gave Jimmie's cock a few long strokes from base to tip. He would go slow, then give a couple quick strokes, then slow back down. He figured Jimmie wouldn't last long if he had been carrying this hard on around all day, so he tried to drag it out as long as possible.

"Troy...can...will you..." Jimmie panted, but couldn't get the words out.

"What is it man? Ask me anything."

Jimmie was embarrassed to ask, but heck, he'd come this far.

"Will you...put it...in your mouth?"

Troy's hand stopped moving. Jimmie knew he'd gone to far. He practically slammed his head back against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut. Now he'd be left with a boner again and never get to do anything with Tr-

"OH MY GOD!" Jimmie gasped as he felt Troy's warm mouth descend down his length.

Leaning against the wall for support wasn't enough, Jimmie had to reach up and actually grip onto the showerhead as Troy went to work. Jimmie had to wonder if Troy had done this before, because he had no problem inhaling all six inches that Jimmie had to offer. Troy pulled off briefly and moved down to Jimmie's balls, taking one into his mouth; all the while still stroking his shaft.

"Troy, I don't know how much longer I can hold it..." Jimmie warned.

"So don't," Troy said, going back to bobbing up and down Jimmie's cock.

Troy massaged Jimmie's balls as he worked the shaft intensely. When he felt them tighten up he gave them a tug which seemed to trigger Jimmie's release. Taking the first shot in the mouth, Troy pulled back and let the rest of the hot cum hit his chest, rolling down his body with the water from the shower.

When Jimmie stopped convulsing, Troy gave a slight lick to the still sensitive head of his cock, sending another tremor through the boy's body. Troy let his tongue continue a path up Jimmie's body, pausing to bite at his nipple, before reaching his mouth for another passionate kiss.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven," Jimmie smiled, then noticed Troy's still throbbing erection. "I think it's your turn."

"Wait...I wanna try something. Do you trust me?" Troy asked seriously.

Jimmie stared him straight in the eyes, "Of course."

Troy grasped Jimmie's arms and planted another kiss on his mouth before pulling back.

"Bend over."

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The boys were so enthralled in their activities, that they didn't notice when someone else entered the lockerroom. Someone who was now watching their every move...