In middle school, I had a strange dream. I was going inside a castle that looked like it was made of clouds and bubbles. I walked around and saw their was a shower. In the shower I saw one of my classmates. He was completely nude, showering, with only bubbles covering his penis. He smiled at me and said "hey". The rest of the dream is a blur. After all these years the dream still sticks in my head. The guy in question wasn't a friend of mine. He was a total asshole. I hated him throughout all my school years. Its strange that he was in my dream. I hated his guts, and I never had an attraction to him. This started to change. He's a good looking guy. Not bad to look at. He was in my history class, and I remember sometimes his underwear was exposed. It was how he was leaning himself. His short came up in the back, so I saw some of his underwear. It really turned me on. He wore the nice tight kind. I'd always imagine him modelling off those tight blue briefs. Then I'd wonder how nice it'd be if he took them off. After I bought my first yearbook I loved jerking off to his picture. I thought about his underwear, and my dream. I wanted his body.