The most handsome straight guy in school fucked me in the shower.

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.His name was Noah.He was one of those people who didn't have to say anything to attract attention. All he had to do was walk into a lecture hall or run across a sports field—even without saying a word, he dominated the space, as if the world adjusted to the rhythm of his steps with a slight delay.And me?My name is Matt.At first glance, I was just another guy in a crowd of students. But I took care of myself—not out of vanity, but out of necessity. My body was a way to control the chaos. When I exercised, I felt in control. The mirror reflected not only my muscles—it reflected the confidence I had built up piece by piece.But when Noah showed up, everything changed.I knew a lot about him—the way you know about someone who unknowingly becomes a point of reference for an entire group. He was the captain of the football team. People talked about him with a mixture of admiration and envy. His body looked perfect, but that wasn't what attracted me the most. I was drawn to the silence between his gaze and his words. Those rare moments when his lips were silent, but his eyes... his eyes said more than anyone wanted to hear.That day was game day.I sat in the stands, pretending I was only there to cheer. In reality, all my attention was focused on him. I watched him run across the field, his body in harmony with movement, gravity, and breath. I watched his muscles tense and relax in rhythm with the game.During the break, the cheerleaders danced—full of energy, laughter, with their stomachs exposed and impressive routines. I saw Noah looking at them, I saw his excitement. I saw him run from the field toward the locker room. I didn't know what was driving me—maybe curiosity, maybe courage mixed with fear. Or maybe it was a deep, unknown need to be close.I hesitated only once—at the turn in the hallway leading to the area reserved for the team. That world was separated by an unwritten code: only those who are part of something bigger are allowed in. But then my breathing evened out, as if my body had taken control of my mind. And I kept going.The first thing I heard was the sound of water hitting the tiles.I stood in the shadows—invisible but present. Noah was standing in the shower with a hard penis, and now I knew that Noah was horny and needed to get off. His body, wet and heated from exertion, looked almost unreal. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cool wall. There was something... personal about his gestures.I didn't want to look. And yet I couldn't leave.The water continued to flow, warm and steamy, creating a curtain between reality and what was happening. I undressed in silence. Every movement—sliding the fabric off, stepping barefoot on the cool tiles—sounded louder in this intimate space, as if the walls were remembering every detail.He didn't look away when I stepped under the stream of water next to him. There was no surprise in his gaze. Rather, it was a kind of recognition. As if he already sensed that something more had to happen between us — that something long suppressed had finally found an outlet.He approached me—slowly, gently, but also with a confidence that could not be mistaken for shyness. He stopped so close that I could almost feel his breath on my skin. I saw drops of water running down his neck, shoulders, chest—but it wasn't his body that attracted me the most, it was what was happening in his eyes. Intensity. Hunger. Curiosity.He raised his hand and shyly touched my neck, as if to check if this was really happening. He gently leaned me against the cool wall, never taking his eyes off me—as if every millimeter of movement between us was a decision, a question, an answer.He slowly slid his hard, big cock into my ass, making me moan with excitement as he moved back and forth, which was an incredible feeling.At that moment, not a word was spoken between us. There were only movements, sighs, slight muscle tension, like echoes of thoughts that could not be spoken. Our bodies began a conversation whose language was intuitive, instinctive, yet cautious.Every touch meant something. Every closeness was like discovering a secret.There was something more than desire. There was anger at a world that forces people to remain silent. There was a need for closeness that had long been denied.With time, the tension grew—slowly at first, then intensely, until it finally took on a form that could not be stopped.I closed my eyes. I felt completely present and free at the same time. No shame. No mask. His every move was decisive but based on mutual understanding.At one point, he pulled away, put his penis in my mouth, and filled my face with a sweet substance. I swallowed everything.There was no coercion, only consent. There was no shame, only understanding.I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth surrounding me from within. The unexpected gentle touch of his hand on my face was like a seal — intimate, unexpected.Then there was only silence.It wasn't an awkward silence. It was a silence that made sense.When he spoke, his voice was quiet, slightly hoarse:“No one can find out, Matt. Not because I regret it... It's just... they wouldn't understand.”I looked at him, then stood up.“I won't tell anyone. It's our secret.”And I truly believed that what had just happened, even though it had no name, was important.