Chapter 2

Frank had always been interested in drama. He’d been in several plays and musicals in high school and was pleased he could fit this class into his schedule with his heavy gymnastics practices. His advisor had approved it as a substitute for his freshman English requirement, as Frank’s high school language arts grades were so high.

“This time you won’t be restricted to your fellow classmates for partners. The same assignment has been given to all my drama classes,” Klein continued. “You are free to partner with any of my drama students. A list of plays will be posted outside my office later today, and you can sign up for your choice. You can either sign up as director or for an acting role. A synopsis of each work is included to help you decide which role you’d like to play. This handout will list the things I’ll be looking for.” The professor began passing out the referred-to handout.

“This is gonna be so cool,” Mark said, as he and Frank left Professor Klein’s classroom. “We’ll get to meet some of the other students taking drama and maybe get a leg up on trying out for one of the big school productions.”

“That sounds great, but gymnastics season starts soon. I hope I can fit in the rehearsals with practices and meets.”

“Hey! We could sign up for the same play. That way we could rehearse together in our room,” Mark suggested.

“That’s a good idea. I’ve got to get to the gym for practice. I’ll meet you back here after, and we can decide.”

Gymnastics practice went on longer than usual. The coaches were gearing up for the first meet, and although it wasn’t one that counted toward their standings in the Big Ten, it was important to set the tone for the season. Frank was one of the all-around gymnasts, one of the few freshman who made the squad. That meant he’d need to practice all six disciplines, not just the two he specialized in: high bar and still rings. By the time he got out of the gym and into the locker room, he was exhausted. He stripped and headed for the showers.

As Frank passed the mirrors, he paused and checked himself out. His strenuous workout had given him a good pump. Although he was small, his upper body was especially well-developed as his two specialties required it.

“Lookin’ good, Frodo,” a voice behind him said.

Frank whirled around to see Bill coming out of the showers, a towel carelessly draped over his shoulder. Frank was regaled with a perfect view of what made Bill a man—and what a man he was. His thick, cut cock, although not completely hard, stood out from large, round balls and was nestled in a dense bush of black hair.

As Frank tore his eyes from the sight, Bill walked by and gave him a wink. Frank turned and watched as he strode around the corner to the lockers, his full, round ass punctuating every stride.

Frank hurried into the shower room and stood facing the wall. His cock had become achingly erect and pointed to the ceiling. He was glad he was one of the last to leave practice. He needed privacy to hide his cock’s declaration of admiration for Bill’s manhood. He turned on the cold water, hoping it would quell his arousal. It was only marginally effective. He left the shower and returned to his locker, his dick still bearing witness to his appreciation of what he’d just seen.

As he dried himself, Frank wondered, Why is he in here? Shortly after Frank had first met Bill in the weight room open to all athletes, he’d learned the football team had its own weight room, locker room, and showers. They didn’t usually use the communal areas shared by the lesser sports.

Nevertheless, whatever the reason for Bill’s slumming in these showers, Frank was glad. He now had the real image to replace the virtual one he’d conjured up when fantasizing about the big man. And to his delight, his fantasies were pale in the light of reality.

Still semi-hard, he stuffed his protesting penis into his briefs, then texted Mark he’d meet him to sign up for their drama class project.

Frank arrived outside the drama classroom to find Mark scowling at the posting of available plays. “Most everything’s taken already,” Mark said when Frank came up beside him and scanned the bulletin board. “Wish we could’ve signed up soon as it was posted.”

It was true. Only a few of the offerings had only two male roles, and they were already gone.

“Sorry, but practice took longer than I thought it would,” Frank said, thinking that despite making him late for choosing roles, it had given him a chance to see Bill again—all of him this time.