You Can Touch Me Pt. 01

**All characters are over the age of 18.**

Swish.

Another three-pointer sunk into the basket. My classmates cheered, although they could hardly be surprised. I led my high school's basketball team to the playoffs for the last three years and I intended to do the same this year. I already dominated on courts where the other team's talent had also earned them a spot in the playoffs, of course I was going to annihilate the group of nothings playing in this gym class.

"Nice one, Erik!"

"Beautiful!"

"Fuckin' sick, dude!"

"Watch your language, Davidson!" the teacher yelled as my classmates sang my praises. Honestly, I was used to this level of attention. Being an athlete year-round gave me muscles that guys are jealous of and girls drool over, and it helped that I was particularly gifted at basketball. Enough that I've been featured on the local news a handful of times and have had several colleges scouting me since my sophomore year.

"Thanks, guys," I said to the room in general. I looked around, meeting the eyes of the whole class as they smiled and clapped for me. Well, *almost* the whole class. Aspen, the class nerd, was sitting on the bottom bleacher reading a book and paying no attention to me or the game. He was short and lanky with almost no muscle on him. He had long, dark brown hair that hung down to his eyebrows, which he would often absentmindedly brush to the side. He'd also worn glasses as long as I can remember, although thankfully they weren't so thick that they made his eyes appear abnormally large. We'd been in the same class since fourth grade, and he never showed an interest in sports. Every time we picked teams, he would try his hardest to be invisible so he could be the alternate and sit on the bench and read. When he did play, he jogged on the sidelines and jumped out of the way of any ball that came near him.

Still, even though our interests were clearly different, the fact that he never watched me, never even looked my way when everyone else was clearly focused on me irked me a little. I wanted him to be as impressed by me as everyone else. I wasn't even sure why since I had never cared much about anyone else's opinions. If I looked at this kid sternly he'd probably piss himself, and yet I couldn't stand that he didn't adore me.

"Alright guys, time's up. Go get cleaned up!" Mr. Bradford called out. I jogged over and grabbed the basketball off the floor and put it away. I stole a quick glance at Aspen, who was reluctantly placing a bookmark in his book and standing up to follow the herd of boys into the locker room. I pretended to be focused on the rack of sporting equipment until he passed me, and then followed him into the locker room.

Several of the boys were already in various states of undress as the got ready to shower. "Man, that was a sweet shot, Erik," John said as he pulled off his sweaty t-shirt. John had been one of my best friends since elementary school and was frequently my co-captain on the sports that we played, except basketball. I was the sole captain of the boys' basketball team last year and would probably be again this year.

"Thanks, John. You know I just like showing off for you," I said with a wink. John smirked at me as he pulled down his boxers, revealing his cut cock that I knew from experience was a good seven inches when it was hard.

What most people didn't know is that John and I had fooled around a few times. We started before either of us had begun dating under the guise that it was practice for when we had girlfriends. We didn't end up doing much together, mostly just masturbated in each other's presence and occasionally jerked each other off while porn played on one of our phones. It never progressed because we were both to "straight" to admit that we wanted to try more, but it did teach me one important thing: I didn't hate a guy touching me.

John wrapped his towel around his waist and started for the showers. I stripped off my clothes, pretending to ignore the many glances from the other guys in the room. I doubted any of them were gay, they were just envious of my body. Several of them worked out just as much as I did and some of them were probably still developing, but none of them came close to matching my lean, yet muscular appearance. I know a few of them probably even snuck a peek at my dick, which was three inches when it was soft and six when I was hard, but it was nearly as thick as a beer can.

I grabbed my towel and walked to the first open shower stall. I got the water nice and warm before I realized I forgot my soap in my locker. I held my towel around my waist as I returned to grab my soap before heading back. Several of the boys had already finished showering and passed me on their way out.

"Yo, you better hurry up man. We're gonna be late for math," John said. Mrs. Treager, our trigonometry teacher, did not appreciate tardiness.

"I know, I forgot all my shit. You don't have to wait for me, I'll just meet you there." I told him. He nodded in response.

I raced through my shower, lathering up and rinsing off at the same time. I finished my shower and turned the water off. I wrapped the towel around my waist once again as I walked to my locker. It was quiet, which meant everyone had already finished getting cleaned up and left. I glanced up at the clock on the wall above the teacher's office. *Shit.* I had four minutes to get dressed and make the trek to class. I turned the corner around the first bank of lockers and stopped. Aspen was still there, still in his gym clothes, leaning into the locker across from mine. I had never noticed it before, but with his body positioned this way, I could tell he had a bit of a bubble butt. My cock twitched under my towel.

Suddenly, being late to Mrs. Treager's class didn't seem like such a big deal. This was my opportunity. For whatever reason, I needed this dork to notice me. I peered over his shoulder and saw that he was reading the same book from class.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. He jumped; he was so enmeshed in his book that he hadn't heard me approach. He turned around to face me and held up his book.

"Oh, uh... well, this book is pretty good and I got kind of distract..." Aspen's voice trailed off. His eyes ran over my body, which was still wrapped in the towel. Finally. I fought to hold back a grin and instead just raised my eyebrows at him in a look of fake confusion.

"Distracted?" I said, heavily implying the double meaning. I turned to face my locker and dropped my towel, revealing my toned ass and thighs to him as I feigned digging around for my clothes.

"Yeah, distracted..." he whispered. I turned back to face him as I applied deodorant, putting my semi-erect cock on full display for him.

"Wow, must be some book," I said. His eyes dropped back down and rested on my dick, which I was trying not to let get too excited. Aspen's gaze returned to meet mine. His mouth opened, but no words came out. I felt like I had just won a competition; not only was he noticing me, but I was making him nervous. And hard, judging by the tent in his gym shorts. This little nerd clearly liked what he saw.

I reached behind me to toss my deodorant back in my locker and made up my mind. I didn't want just his attention anymore. I stepped over the bench that was between us and stopped in front of him, just inches away. My cock, now fully hard, reached to bridge the space between us as his did the same.

"You can touch me if you want," I whispered.