It was a warm, humid day in March. Graduation was approaching, but school wasn't out yet. Jocks were still pushing themselves to the limit. The air outdoors was as hot and wet as that in the gym, so I stayed indoors to run my laps. The smell of clean sweat did something to me; did something for me. The aroma permeated my senses and added to the euphoria of getting my second wind. I was not lifting that day, but I felt pumped. Endorphins coursed through my system, and I was on a jock high. After my light workout, I decided to wait until I got home to shower. As I was about to dress and leave, the locker room door grunted as in walked Mick. I knew Mick; we shared a few classes, but I never hung around with him. I always thought he looked good, but somehow never recognised the attraction as something sexual. He was fresh from the weight room and began to strip for his shower. Funny how we seemed to be in the gym at the same time quite often, but I had never so much as seen him shirtless. As he removed his damp T-shirt, I stood tranfixed. I watched as his hard, tanned torso came into view. Twin slabs of muscle with round, blush nipples formed the pectorals that swelled above deeply ridged abdominals. A light dusting of coppery hair graced his chest and led to a trail that ended somewhere south of his waistband. A thick auburn tuft sprouted from each armpit. As he flexed his arms, his biceps were about the size of canteloupes. "That shower's gonna feel great today!" he said, flashing me a friendly grin. Suddenly my plans to shower at home changed. This shower became an important priority. Then came down the jock, and I saw one of the most perfect asses ever created. High, firm, pink globes of flesh and muscle flexing as he moved. And then he turned and I saw a thick cock dangling between his fuzzy, muscular thighs. Not as big as mine few are but bigger than most nonetheless. I don't have his powerful build, but I train in the lighter sports. I have a tight, trim body built for speed. But there is definition to my build, and I noticed Nick's appraising glance as he stepped into the tiled shower. I followed. We shot the shit as we lathered up. Speaking of 'up', my cock was starting to climb as I watched Nick soap up his body. I hoped he wouldn't notice; he did. "Shit! I heard you were hung. Guess I heard right, huh?" Still grinning, like talking about my dick was the most natural thing in the world. "How much does does that thing grow?" Well, if didn't mind talking cock, I was up to it. "Not too much, actually. It's about two inches bigger when it's hard" "How big does that come out to?" "A little over nine inches." "No shit? What a coincidence!" And I was deprived of the view of that world class butt as he turned to aim nine plus very hard inches of prime cock in my direction. I think my jaw hit the tiled floor of the shower as my meat shot up to its full potential. "I hope you don't think I'm a pervert, but the gym atmosphere makes me horny as fuck!" He grinned even wider as he said the words. I grinned back. "Dude, apparently it affects me the same way. My dick doesn't get any harder than this!" "Damn, I need to shoot a load! I need to beat off, and it looks like I'm going to have some company," he said. "Except the fucking water is running cold," I noticed. "Well, if you can keep it in for a few minutes, my house is only a couple of miles from here. Let's hop in my car and go, dude!" We rinsed the suds away in record time. In Mick's car he said, "We won't have the gym setting at my house, but I think we'll find some inspiration." We were upstairs in his bedroom before I knew it. Naked. Hard. We grabbed our cocks and started stroking. Too soon we felt the impending crash. We were too far gone to last long, but our cocks were still raring to go after that first blast of cum. Over eighteen inches of thick meat were pulsing and demanding release. Nick looked at my face, his sky blue eyes trying to read my mind. "Ah, what the hell!" he chuckled as he grabbed my throbbing rod. It seemed like a good idea, so I returned the favour. His fist squeezing my aroused tool felt so different from jacking off alone, and his dick in my hand felt so warm and eager. He removed his hand from my schlong long enough to lick his palm and fingers, and then returned his wet hand to my crotch. He gave my balls a light grope before resuming his hand job. I was gritting my teeth as I said, "Slow down, or this end sooner than I want." He responded, "I know what you mean. Let's go over to my bed."