My Story of Tim - More than Hero Worship

Dave brings us this story from his youth. I believe it is best to let the story serve as testament to his affection for someone he cherished. It is a multi-part presentation, which allows our readers to absorb the impact of this touching story.
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This is a true story. It happened when I was 13-years-old and I have no regrets about anything we did. In fact, I still think of it fondly and often.

Mom had signed me up to take gymnastics classes at the local community center. Mostly we just did simple things like tumbling and parallel bars, general exercises and stuff like that, but I enjoyed it a lot and almost always had a good time.

It was during my second year of doing this that I became very good friends with the class assistant, a  boy named Tim. Aside from gymnastics Tim and I shared an interest in cars. Tim had this great Porsche that he drove and sometimes he'd let me ride in it, but most of the time he just helped out the Coach by watching after us, supervising our exercises, spotting us, keeping progress notes or whatever the Coach might need him to do.

I liked Tim. He was good looking, strong and in great physical shape. I looked up to him a lot and was very attracted to him, though not in a sexual way. It was more that kind of innocent "hero worship" young boys sometimes have for older boys they admire and want to emulate.

It was the end of my second year of gymnastics, and Tim was going to be graduating from High School. We were all invited to a party at the community room of Tim's apartment complex. It was a fun gathering of raucous boys on sugar-overload and we all had a great time. During the party my mom called and left a message for me on the answering machine at Tim's place. She was at a meeting in the next city and wondered if I could stay until around 9:00 PM as that was the soonest she could get back. It was around 3:00 PM when we got the message.

Tim suggested I just stay the night. I thought that would be great as we could stay up, watch movies, eat cake and drink cokes all night long. We paged my mom (pre-cell phone days) and she called us back. She was a little hesitant at first, but finally agreed when I told her I really wanted to.

By 6:00 PM everyone had pretty much left the party. Tim and I spent about an hour cleaning up, then went back to his apartment. Tim's parents actually owned the apartment complex, so instead of just having a bedroom like most kids his age, Tim actually had his own place, which was very cool. We hung around his apartment for a while watching TV, then Tim suggested we go for a swim at the clubhouse pool. Of course, I hadn't brought a suit with me, but he gave me one of his old ones, the
smallest he had. I went into the bathroom and changed while Tim changed in his room. The suit was way big on me, but I tied the strings really tight and it stayed up okay. Once we were ready we grabbed a couple towels and ran down to the pool together.

It was great! I had so much fun. We chased each other and swam laps and dove. It was a kid's dream. We must've played for about two hours before finally calling it quits, then we dried off and went back to his place.

"I'm gonna grab a shower," Tim said as soon as we were inside and he went into the bathroom, leaving me to wait my turn.

Tim was in the shower for a long time and I started getting cold in the living room, having nothing on but a swim suit. Finally, I knocked on the bathroom door and asked if he was almost done, 'cause I was getting really cold. He didn't answer. I opened the door a bit and looked in.

"Tim?" I called. The room was rather steamy.

"Come on in," he answered, so I did.

It was a typical small apartment bathroom. As I came inside I looked over at the shower and was surprised by how well I could see Tim's naked body through the sliding glass door. Despite the rippled glass I felt like I could see everything clearly, including his dick, which was visibly standing out.

I had never seen Tim totally naked before. I'd seen him stripped down as far as his underwear, when we would change at the gym, but I'd never seen my idol fully exposed and totally nude in front of me like this. I mean, I could see everything he had, especially his penis, which was long and thin and kind of stuck out from his body. I'm pretty sure he was already semi-hard when I walked in. Seeing him through the glass caused me to suddenly get a very strange, tingling feeling in my groin area that
I'd never felt before. Back then I didn't understand what that odd, tingling feeling was all about, but now I know. I was feeling sexual excitement for one of the first times in my life.

Despite that feeling, and even though I was seeing my hero naked, all I could think about right then was how cold I was and how good it felt to finally be inside the warm, steamy bathroom. It felt so nice, I quickly overcame any hesitancy I had about walking in on him.

I moved to the toilet, put the lid down and had a seat to wait for him.

"I was gettin' really cold," I told him. "You almost done?"

"You know, if you don't wanna wait, there's plenty of room in here," he said. "Wanna just come in and join me?"

I had to think about that for a moment. I don't think I'd ever been in a shower alone with someone before but I remember thinking that this was probably okay. After all, this was Tim, and he was a good friend and responsible guy, and besides, I still had my suit on, so it's not like my privates would be showing, just his. I figured if he was okay with that, why shouldn't I?

I walked over to the bathtub and slid open the door.

Tim was facing the shower head with his back to me, but when I opened the shower door behind him he turned to face me, smiling.

"Come on in," he said, making room for me. And I did.

I'd been so cold, now suddenly it felt soooooo nice and warm in there; the water felt really good. It was a moment before I noticed his body.

Tim had exactly the kind of body I wanted to have some day.

At 19-years-old Tim was in great shape; 5'10" with a swimmer's build, he had blond, straight hair he kept cut real short and the most wonderful green eyes. His chest was nearly hairless; smooth and well defined from all the exercising he did, with large, pink nipples.

I'd seen his chest many times but there were some parts of him before me that I had never seen before and, like most boys in this situation, I couldn't stop my eyes from dropping down and looking lower.

His penis seemed huge to me. I think Tim was partially erect even when I first stepped into the shower with him. Even though his circumcised organ still hung downward, it definitely stood out in a semi-erect way.

Looking lower, his legs were very muscular and smooth, with very little hair. In fact, aside from what was over his penis and the dark patches under his arms, he was still mostly hairless.

"Come on, David," he said, shaking me from my trance. He put a hand on my shoulders and guided me to the front of the shower, then picked up a green bottle of Prell shampoo, poured it into his hands and began rubbing it through my hair with his fingers.

At the time, of course, Tim was much bigger than me. I was only about 5'-2" then and around 110 pounds. That put the top of my head just below his shoulder height and my light brown hair, cut short and parted on the side, was placed right at a convenient level for him to work.

It felt good to have him running his fingers through my hair and I loved being the center of his attention. I was finally warm and relaxed after being so cold and uncomfortable in the living room. When he finished my hair, he motioned me under the shower head and I rinsed off, thinking how nice and warm it felt to be in there with him.

Unbidden, Tim began washing my back. Of course at 13-years-old I was used to washing myself, but at the time it seemed perfectly natural to me that he would do this. After all, he always took care of me and watched out for me in gym class, sorta like a big brother would. I guess that's how it felt, like two brothers sharing a shower.

I enjoyed him being so close to me and loved that he was touching me so intimately. I was fine with all this contact, right up until the moment Tim reached around and started to untie my bathing suit.

"Let's get this off," he said, and I froze!

Now, Tim had seen me change at the gym many times before. Sometimes I would even take off my underwear while putting on other clothes, so it wasn't like he'd never seen me fully naked before. I kept telling myself that this should be no different, but somehow, for some reason, being alone with him in the shower, with him touching me and washing me... somehow, it didn't feel the same.

I didn't know what to do or how to react to this action. Entranced by this warm shower, I was luxuriated with soothing hands which calmed any resistance. Strangely, I felt that tingle running through me again, NOW stronger than before, and still not sure what it was I was feeling.

End Part 1 (to be continued)

Dave R.