Observation in the locker room with an unexpected turn.

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School reopened after months of homeschooling – at least for graduation class. The normal schedule with every subject and its lessons came back into operation. Not much changed though. The only lessons – compared to homeschooling – that we had again were sports, social studies and biology.

I was glad that I finally had the opportunity to do some sports in school again. Sitting in front of a screen every single day was exhausting and tiring and, in the afternoon, I usually was not motivated enough to do any activities. Therefore, the sports lessons twice a week were a welcome opportunity I joyfully accepted.

In the first few lessons we couldn't do any sports yet. After all, we still had to wear masks, keep 1.5m distance between each other and follow strict hygiene rules, however, the teachers discussed about possibilities and came up with an idea that worked perfectly without violating the guidelines. From now on we always went outside into a near park where we could all do some activities and eventually even play together while not wearing any masks. No one really liked wearing masks anyway. They made it hard to breathe and if it was warm aswell then it got quite irritating under the masks and you either had to live with the inconvenience or you had to replace the masks with a fresh one.

One day the weather was terrible. Heavy rain and no single sunshine getting through the dark clouds. Our teachers didn't want to dispense on the sports lessons so we went into our gym – but we had to keep our masks on. I knew exactly what it would mean for me if we went into the gym – changing in the locker room. I am one of 20 other boys in my class and what my classmates for sure didn't know was that I always had a special pleasure whenever we had sports.

I was gay and not very confident when it came to talking with other boys. I wasn't shy but I simply couldn't get myself to meet others or asking them to hang out. So, all I had were the moments in the locker room and my wild fantasies afterwards.

Being one of 20 other boys means a lot of testosterone in one single tiny room and then being gay too should be considered torture. However, I loved it. Seeing my classmates undress, striping down to their boxershorts and exposing their masculinity in every possible way. I had a few favorites I tried to observe every single time. They had nice bodies and whenever they undressed it felt like they knew I was watching them so they undressed in the sexiest way possible. Slowly taking off their shirt showing their well-formed chest, opening their belt, pulling it out and loosening those pants followed by unhurriedly pushing them down to the ankles and pushing out their bulging ass. Turning around and standing around as if it was totally common to be almost naked around others while intentionally showing off with their body and the clearly visible bulge in their normally private area – and yet they are showing so much. A thin layer of fabric avoiding the view on their tool, but you could clearly identify it. Its shape, length and thickness. What would I have done to just go over there to get a brief view on it – it seemed like my dreams were coming true.

Just like always we met in front of the school building and went gathered as a group over to the sports hall. Once the doors opened every class went into their own room - of course girls and boys separated. The occupation pattern was always similar. The group of tough wannabees were in the first half while the others shared the second half of the room. I just paid attention to where my suspects went and I followed. No way I would miss the chance on another few looks.

We got dressed and I got my looks all over them – all I wanted. And more was yet to come. After sports they will be covered in sweat and most likely take a quick shower. Not all do that but there's always hope – right?

Today we played a few intense rounds of dodgeball and our team won. I was certain, that today the others had to take a shower aswell. I felt like I sweated full buckets. After being back in the locker room for just a few minutes you could already smell the sweat mixing up with deodorant and the smell of shampoo coming from the shower, where the first ones started showering. We went into the showers in smaller groups, not because we wouldn't dare to shower with more naked boys surrounding us, but because it felt weird and nobody wanted to be seen as gay. We weren't homophobe either, it was just, that we wanted to keep our reputation.