[Gay man][17cm in swimming trunks]

17 Centimeters in Swim Trunks

Author: Unknown

From a young age, I felt that my sexual orientation was a bit different from others. In elementary school, I discovered that I liked to look at
handsome men , but I was young at the time and didn't think it was strange. Later, when I entered junior high school, I felt that I liked to do this more and more.
Moreover, at that time, my sexual fantasies were mostly about men. With this secret that had been hidden in my heart, I
entered high school. After all, it was a new environment, and everything seemed very unfamiliar. My school separated boys and girls into classes, so
the whole class was full of boys. Unfortunately, there were no handsome men who caught my eye.

About three or four weeks after entering high school, I started wandering around the campus to get acquainted with
the new environment. I ended up near the basketball court. Since it was after school and the sun hadn't yet set
, there were still quite a few people playing basketball. I sat in the stands next to the court, watching
the players, observing their skillful movements and impressive agility. It was quite entertaining. Since I
don't know how to play basketball, I declined all invitations to join in. After watching for about
twenty minutes, I felt it was time to get up and go home. Just then, a basketball rolled past me, and I heard someone
ask me to pick it up. Looking towards the source of the voice, I
saw a group of boys who looked like upperclassmen staring at me. The upperclassman who had spoken was
n't up were on TV or in newspapers and magazines; in
real life, seeing one was incredibly rare. And now, he was right in my sight!
My ears burned. I think I stood there for about twenty seconds before I
snapped out of it and picked up the ball. I really felt like I looked awful just now. But I'd been there for over twenty
minutes and hadn't seen him at all! What was I doing?!

Ever since I saw him on the basketball court, every day when I went to school, the thing I looked forward to most was seeing him
. Fortunately, the campus wasn't very big, so I had quite a few opportunities to see him. Sometimes I'd
see him in the hallway, or at the clubhouse. The basketball court was his favorite place. Starting from paying attention to his actions, I
gradually learned some things about him. I liked to call him "CE" in my heart, which
evolved . Besides that, he was a year older than me, about 178 cm tall, and his physique was impeccable,
simply perfect. As for his face, I could look at it for three days and three nights without getting tired of it. He had double eyelids and thin
lips , and what attracted me most were his thick eyebrows, which made his eyes look particularly bright. If he were to
gaze at me, I think I would be "melted" by him, because he was so handsome! ...

At the end of September, during a swimming lesson, I saw a
scene . Since our swimming lessons were shared by two classes, and the other class was
originally a first-year boys' class like mine,
we ended up having to share a pool with second-year students due to some circumstances. It just so happened that the second-year class was the same one we were in. This was
a kind of unexpected luck, allowing me to see the second-year student's great physique. Because I forgot my swim trunks, I
could only sit on the poolside bleachers and watch the other students playing in the water. Soon, I saw the students from the second-year student's class
coming out of the changing room one by one. My eyes kept searching for him in the crowd. He was the last one to come out of the changing room
. When I saw him, I felt my face start to burn. His chest muscles were beautiful, the most beautiful I
had ever seen . The muscles in his arms revealed the results of his frequent basketball playing, and then there were his abs, subtly defined
... Emerging, his chest and arm muscles formed a perfect masterpiece, his thighs and calves were well-proportioned, and the muscles were distributed
just right. The most important part was covered by a pair of light blue swim trunks. To be honest, those swim trunks couldn't seem
to hide his muscular physique. You could even see some pubic hair at the edge of the swim trunks, extending upwards to just below his abdominal muscles
. Seeing this, my penis started to get restless and began to grow. I could only think of other things to
suppress it, but when my eyes saw him again, I would start to get erect again. Seriously, why is he
so handsome? I really don't know what to do...

Not long after Christmas, I heard that he was taking a leave of absence from school. It seemed to be due to some family factors.
Anyway, I wouldn't see him for a while. I remember that period of not seeing him was quite
boring . Every day when I came to school, I just wanted to hurry home.

A semester passed like this, and when I entered my second year of high school, he reappeared before my eyes…
After the opening ceremony, during the time when teachers were in charge of each class, I saw my teacher bring him into the classroom. Just as I was surprised by his
appearance , the teacher said he would be a member of our class. Hearing this news, I almost jumped up and applauded.
Now, he wasn't a senior, but a "classmate" in the same year as me. The teacher arranged for him to
sit near my seat. At that moment, I started plotting how to get him. Just as I was thinking this, he
greeted me. His voice, like his appearance, was deep and magnetic. I
thought that with his excellent qualities, he must have no shortage of clingy "female flies" around him. Seeing that I
didn't answer, he shook my hand. His shake brought me back to reality. I
suddenly realized he was looking at me, and I had lost my composure again—how embarrassing! But seeing that he didn't seem to see through my thoughts,
I pretended to be calm and replied. That's how our first conversation ended. Since we were classmates, we
naturally spent a lot of time together. Sometimes I would deliberately ask him to go to the cooperative together, or to be
on duty together. Our relationship grew closer because of my deliberate arrangements. He would sometimes
talk about himself, but actually, I wasn't listening at all. I was just
staring at him, imagining what it would be like to have sex with him,
what his expression of pleasure during an orgasm, and…

Whenever I was distracted and my mind wandered, he would notice and tap my head
to tell me to pay attention. I would always say yes and then continue imagining. One holiday, I went back to school
to see a teacher about some things. After finishing, it was about 1:00 PM. Not wanting to go home too early, I
wandered around the campus. Passing the basketball court, I heard the sound of someone playing basketball, so I went over to take a look.
On the vast basketball court, at the furthest hoop, someone was playing basketball. Looking closer, I realized it was C/
E! He was even playing shirtless! I was so excited, I really wanted to rush over and hug him. However,
being used to putting on a facade in front of others, that mask wasn't easy to take off in front of anyone, even if it was
just C/E and me. I still hid my feelings. I slowly walked towards him. He seemed to sense someone
approaching and stopped to see who it was. He smiled when he saw me, then continued practicing. I found a
spot to sit and watch him. The afternoon sun was strong, and I saw beads of sweat on his muscular physique. The
continuous sunlight made the sweat on his wheat-colored skin glisten. A few beads of sweat clung to
the ends of his straight, dark hair. Watching his focused expression as he shot the ball, I felt an even stronger liking for him. I
watched him practice for about an hour before he stopped to rest. He walked towards me, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and poured it over himself
as walked. The water flowed down his hair, onto his sexy collarbone, then slid down his chest,
following the lines of his muscles, and spread to his white shorts. Once the water soaked through,
the outline of his penis was clearly visible. The process of him walking towards me took less than ten seconds, but I
felt my cheeks burning and my penis standing erect. He seemed to notice my embarrassment,
a look of surprise flashing across his face before he quickly returned to normal. He sat down beside me
and asked why I was at school on the weekend. I was so nervous (or rather, excited) because he was so close to me that I
forgot to answer. A breeze blew by, carrying the scent of his sweat and his natural
body odor. I felt dizzy, my mind blank, unable to think of anything. My only thought was
to lean against him immediately and make love to him passionately. I don't know how long I stood there, until an ant
on the ground bit me, bringing me back to reality. Seeing him still beside me, staring
at me in a daze, my mask snapped back on. I quickly came up with a flimsy excuse for
my absent-mindedness, and strangely enough, he accepted it. But seeing he didn't suspect anything, I
didn't dwell on it.

He stood up, saying he was going home and asked if I wanted to come with him. He said he'd recently bought a new
comic and wanted me to read it with him. He knew I was obsessed with comics, so I
agreed without hesitation. I went with him to his place, an apartment in a building. When we entered, no one
was home . He comes from a single-parent family; it's just him and his mother. His mother
works the night shift, so her schedule is the opposite of most people's. It was around 4 PM, and Ce
said his mother would probably go shopping first and then go to work. That meant it
was just the two of us in the apartment, and no one would bother us. But as happy as I was, I couldn't just
make a move on him; I was afraid he'd dislike me! I followed him into his room. He had two bookshelves, which, besides
holding school textbooks, also contained a considerable collection of comics. He told me to take some out and read first, saying he needed to
take a shower. I stayed in his room reading by myself. After reading about two books, I heard
him come out of the bathroom and then saw him enter the room. He was only wearing a pair of
briefs a white towel around his neck,
looking like a model on a runway. He pulled a white t-shirt out of the closet and put it on, but then he didn't wear any pants.
He noticed me looking at him and said, "I always dress like this at home; it's cooler this way!"
Seeing this, I could only nod in agreement, but my eyes still secretly glanced at his private parts. It was around 6
PM . He suggested I stay the night. I thought to myself that I hadn't finished reading yet, and my parents
had gone to the north for a conference yesterday, so even if I went home, no one would be there. So I agreed. While he
was preparing dinner in the kitchen, I found something under his bed—a black box
hidden in the far corner. Because it was black, it was barely visible. I took it out and
opened it to see what was inside. The box contained comic books, but the kind we usually
call "small comics." I picked one up and flipped through it; the content was quite steamy,
making me feel a bit aroused, and I wanted to start masturbating right there. Just then, I heard him approaching the
room . I quickly put the book back and tucked the box back under the bed, but in my haste, one of
the books fell out. He stood in the doorway, saw the fallen book, and laughed, saying, "What,
you found out? No problem! Keep reading!" Then he laughed and left the room. Because he'd discovered me, I
lost all interest and picked up another comic book to continue reading.

It was around 6 p.m. when he suggested I stay overnight. I figured
I hadn't finished reading the book yet, and my parents had gone to the north for a meeting yesterday, so even if I went home, no one would be there
. So I agreed. While he was preparing dinner in the kitchen, I found something under his bed—
a black box hidden in the far corner. Because it was black, it was barely visible.
I took it out and opened it to see what was inside. The box contained comic books, but the kind
we usually call "small comics." I picked one up and flipped through it; the content was
quite steamy, making me feel a bit aroused, and I wanted to start masturbating right there. Just then, I heard
him approaching the room. I quickly put the book back and tucked the box back under the bed, but in my
haste , one of the books fell out. He stood in the doorway, saw the fallen book, and laughed
, saying, "What, you found out? No problem! Keep reading!" Then he laughed and left the room.
Because he'd discovered me, I lost all interest and picked up another comic book to continue reading.

After dinner, I went back to his room to read, while he browsed the internet on the computer.
This continued until nine o'clock at night. I told him I wanted to take a shower, and he lent me his change of clothes. I
took the clothes he lent me and went into the bathroom. Looking at his clothes, even after washing, they still
smelled of him. The scent reminded me of his muscular physique. Thinking about it, I decided to stay up late...
I planned to "night raid" him before bed. After showering, I casually walked into his room and
saw him still intently staring at the computer screen. I picked up the book I hadn't finished reading and continued reading. Time
passed by, and around 11:30 p.m., he turned off the computer. I had just finished reading, and
he brought me a cot. I lay down on it and watched him turn off the light, turn on the bedside reading lamp,
and then take off his shirt, leaving only his underwear on. I found watching him to be a pleasure, like
admiring a masterpiece in an art gallery—a feeling I could never tire of. He turned off the reading lamp and lay flat on
the bed. Moonlight streamed in from the window, illuminating his perfect and enviable muscles. From his side,
his thick pectoral muscles formed an arc, separating light and darkness. His abdominal muscles, faintly visible in the moonlight,
presented a different kind of charm than in sunlight. Further down, his bulges had an indescribable
attraction . A deep, even breathing sounded. He must be asleep, I thought to myself. I quietly got up
and moved closer to see him. His handsome face was now in a deep sleep. Looking down,
I saw the only part of his body covered by something. And now he was so close to me, so close that all
reason vanished, leaving only lust. I gently touched his bulge with my fingertips. He didn't react. I increased
the pressure a little, and his penis seemed to begin to respond slightly. After a few touches, I decided to
take off his underwear so I could properly savor his magnificence. I brought my tongue to the glans and gently licked it
through underwear until the fabric around the glans was soaked. His penis
gradually swelled from my licking, and finally, I saw it peeking out from the edge of his underwear. I gently pulled down his underwear, and
a masterpiece of bloodline was displayed before me—the treasure I had longed for day and night! I examined it closely; it
was about seventeen centimeters long and four centimeters in diameter. There was no foreskin, and a drop of semen remained on the glans. I
pressed my cheek against his penis, feeling an incredible heat emanating from the shaft, along with his masculine scent. I
licked the glans, and it seemed to harden slightly. I opened my mouth, took his glans in,
and used my tongue to feel its contours. The sensation filling my mouth filled me with a gentle suck…

"Why did you take so long to act?" Startled by the sudden voice, I pulled my mouth away from his
penis and looked up to find him staring at me with a smile on his lips. I didn't know what to say, so he continued
, "Do you think I'm that stupid? Ever since I saw you on the court that time, I've had this
feeling of wanting to cherish you. You little rascal, you've been secretly watching me on campus, haven't you? Seeing that you
haven't , I had to create my own opportunity! And..." His sudden confession
(was it even a confession?) filled me with a mixture of surprise and delight. I grabbed his penis and started licking it. Before he could say
another word, I was interrupted by my own moans. The moans were replaced by soft sounds. As I licked him, I secretly observed his expression.
He closed his eyes, his mouth slightly open, breathing rhythmically. I took his penis into my mouth again,
this time sucking hard and forcefully, unlike before. His moans grew louder. Listening to his moans, I
sucked on him while taking off my clothes. Just before his penis began to harden and he was about to ejaculate, I stopped.
He took advantage of this moment to get up and push me down onto the bed, pressing his lips to mine. Before I could react,
I felt the heat of his mouth. Before this, I had never known that kissing could feel so wonderful. It lasted about
thirty seconds before we parted. I opened my eyes and looked at him, suddenly feeling like crying.
It was the feeling of searching for something, searching everywhere but finding it nowhere, and finally finding it right beside you—
a feeling . I reached out and touched his pectoral muscles, circling his erect nipples with my fingertips. He closed his eyes again,
experiencing a different kind of pleasure than penile stimulation. I told him to lie down, saying I wanted to caress him properly. He
obediently lay down like a docile kitten. I rested against his pectoral muscles, listening to his heartbeat, then lifted my head and licked his
nipples , while my hands moved back and forth across his abdomen. I moved downwards, licking his abdominal muscles, my hands moving
up and down his penis, playing with his testicles and glans. Returning to his penis, just as I was about to suckle deeply, he sat up and told
me to wait. Not knowing what he wanted to do, I had no choice but to stop and see what he wanted to do.

He stood up, walked to his desk, took out a SK-II from a locked drawer, squeezed some
onto his finger, and then told me to turn over and lie face down. I did as he said, and soon I felt a strange sensation.
Looking down , I saw his finger moving around my anus. I felt something invading
my anus; he was licking it, while his other hand was gently rubbing my penis. I had never been done like this before, and I
felt both pleasure and excitement. Suddenly, he inserted a finger into my anus without hesitation. He started stirring, which
brought a new kind of pleasure. Gradually, one became two, then three. I was already
unsatisfied . I said, "Please, fuck me, okay? Please! Hurry up and fuck me!" When he heard me say that, he was about to
penetrate me from behind, but I grabbed his hand, signaling him to wait. I turned around and lay down, wanting him to enter me from the front.
He spread my legs and moved his penis toward my anus. He held his penis and inserted the glans.
At first, it felt a little uncomfortable, but I endured it and told him to go all the way in. He came in obediently, and immediately inserted his entire penis
into my anus. Unlike fingers, his penis was much thicker.
As , I felt a tearing sensation in my lower body; it hurt terribly. I told him to wait a moment before moving, but seeing my
pain, he said to stop. I held him, preventing him from pulling his penis out.
We remained still about ten minutes. The pain had subsided, and I told him he could try moving around. He slowly
withdrew his penis, almost pulling it out completely. He thrust again, gradually increasing his speed, and I began
to experience the pleasure of anal sex. My tightly closed eyes opened, and I saw
the expression on his face reflecting pleasure—a very blissful expression. Looking down, I saw his body drenched in sweat from the heat of sex.
My penis, from contact and friction with his abdominal muscles, was already unbearably swollen. He increased
his speed , the friction between my penis and his abdominal muscles intensifying, combined with the pleasure from my anus. I ejaculated onto his
chest muscles. The tension in his muscles from my ejaculation intensified his pleasure. Just as I ejaculated...
Shortly after, I saw his brow furrow, his breathing become heavier, and his muscles
tense . His penis grew larger and harder inside me. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I wiggled my hips,
moving in rhythm with his thrusts. He finally ejaculated inside me, and I felt
his semen fill the space inside me. After ejaculating, he didn't pull his penis out; it remained inside me. He
picked me up and held me in his strong arms. I returned his kiss, and after the kiss, he began to caress me. I
felt his hands gently stroking me, and he asked, "Do you think you still have the energy to play?" I nodded.
He said, "But before that, I need you to answer why you like me." I said, "Do you need a reason to like someone
?" He said, "I just feel..." Before he could finish speaking, I started sucking his nipple, and
his words were interrupted again, replaced by groans...

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