Tyler Time

By Lord Wilmore

That’s Tyler, luckiest bastard in the whole town. Football player, he could get all the ladies around but sticks with one, Clara. I was so jealous of him, handsome, tall, muscular and intelligent; he had everything to dream of. HAD… Everything changed after a strange encounter I had in the locker room.

It was Monday, first school day of 2012. I had a long and painful day, I wasn’t the most popular guy in college and, in fact, had barely any friends my small height and baby face didn’t help me socialize with the other grown up jocks and ladies. I was one of those punk kids with mediocre grades since all my empty time was spent smoking weed and drinking, few friends. I had a 2 hour class at 8 in the morning and then my other class was at 4, leaving me 6 hours of time to waste. I couldn’t go back home since my mother stayed there and I wouldn’t be able to peacefully smoke. I decided to find a spot and waste myself but I couldn’t find a calm one. I decided to go to the locker room, our college locker room is quite big, a lot of place to hide, and would be empty on first day.

I walked to the dead end of the locker room. I was about to open my backpack when I heard some someone. I hid myself behind the laundry basket just in time to see Tyler, only covered by a towel, reach his shampoo bottle from his locker.

The sight of his naked body made my member harden. I wasn’t especially gay, maybe bisexual, but Tyler was the only guy that had such effect on me.

He went for the showers; I knew I had about half an hour before he would be back. I dropped my backpack and jumped to his locker. I opened it and found his casual clothes: a wine red tee, a plaid shirt and some jeans. Grabbing the red undershirt, I brought the armpits to my face and smelled Tyler’s masculine scent. My dick was begging for release. Without thinking, I then removed my clothes and dressed up with Tyler’s; first boxers, then pants, tee and, finally, the shirt. I was submerged with confusion and, I decided to return home, so I could ease my raging boner. As I exited the locker room, I didn’t understand why Tyler’s friends were all waving at me. I guess it was because of the clothes: they must be asking themselves why I am wearing his clothes and carrying his backpack. I understood everything when I looked at myself in one of the glass door.