The locker room door slowly creaked shut, as a tall figure stepped into the room. An undersized varsity jacket hugged his strong physique, Alex walked into the room and tossed his gym bag to the floor. The cold florescent lights barely reached his pale face, a smirk plastered over his lips. He glanced in a nearby mirror to fix his hair. Damn, he knew he looked good today. Crossing over to his locker, he glanced to the only other guy in the room; most likely another student; young, lean, and dripping wet in a pink bathing suit. The swimmer locked eyes with Alex, not breaking away. Alex’s smirk returned, happy he wasn’t the only one to notice how good he looked today.
He grabbed his locker and fiddled with the combination, humming along to the song playing in his Airpods. He felt a stare on his back as he swung his locker open. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes met once again with the swimmer; both men sharply turning away right afterwards.
Alex quite enjoyed the attention. He didn’t care if it was coming from a girl, a guy, whatever. A compliment was a compliment. And he was choosing to receive the attention as that. He hung up his leather jacket and stretched his arms back, flexing his chest outwards. His white t-shirt was transclucent with sweat from the morning’s earlier practice. He took it off slowly, grappling as it clung to his body. The shirt lifted just above his belt, and he let it stay there for a bit; playing up how stuck it really was.
Once the shirt was over his head, he looked at the swimmer once more. This time, his back was turned, had thrown on a towel, and was walking towards the showers. Ouch.
Alex wasn’t planning on showering at the school that day; he usually did that at home. But he always traveled with a backup hotel shampoo bottle and a towel just in case. And today, was feeling like a just in case type of day.
Alex stepped into the open showers, towel around his waist, shampoo bottle in hand. The showers were all spaced evenly along the back wall, the view was completely open with the exception of the frequent dividers separating the showers from the lockers. He made sure to fluff up a little before he put his towel on. As he looked down, he could see his impressive bulge pressed up against the tightly wrapped towel. He crossed over to the back and stopped at a shower only a few sets away from the swimmer. Alex noticed he was showering in that pale pink bathing suit, although it made the guys skin look twice as tan.
Alex pushed the shower button, water spraying onto the floor beside him. The swimmer turned quickly to look behind him, their eyes meeting once again. Without missing a beat, Alex looked down to his towel, and loosened the knot around his waist. The towel draped towards the floor, slowly sliding off his legs, revealing his thick flaccid cock. He smirked again as he hung his towel on a nearby hook, and stepped into the shower. He looked back up at the swimmer caught his eyes lingering on his package.
Alex slapped it around a little, putting his hair directly under the stream. He felt the water trail around his body, exploring him inch by inch. In the same way that, perhaps, someone nearby might want to. He lathered the cheap shampoo over his body, wiping suds off his pecs. He watched them ripple down his abs and gather on his freshly trimmed pubes. He brushed the white foam off his cock and felt it grow every time he grazed it. He wasn’t quite hard yet, but he was certainly inches longer than his already impressive flaccid size.
Looking up, Alex caught the swimmer taking off his bathing suit too. It splashed on the floor in a heap. The swimmer bent down towards Alex, his head only feet away from his exposed dick, as he went to pick up his trunks. Alex wasn’t sure if he was down there for a second, or thirty; but he eventually rose back up, standing tall, adorning a ten-inch-long unit, raising halfway towards the ceiling. There was a cocky smile on his face as he played with his dick under the stream. The swimmers bright blue eyes locked in place with Alex’s, but this time, they held for a while.
He grabbed his locker and fiddled with the combination, humming along to the song playing in his Airpods. He felt a stare on his back as he swung his locker open. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes met once again with the swimmer; both men sharply turning away right afterwards.
Alex quite enjoyed the attention. He didn’t care if it was coming from a girl, a guy, whatever. A compliment was a compliment. And he was choosing to receive the attention as that. He hung up his leather jacket and stretched his arms back, flexing his chest outwards. His white t-shirt was transclucent with sweat from the morning’s earlier practice. He took it off slowly, grappling as it clung to his body. The shirt lifted just above his belt, and he let it stay there for a bit; playing up how stuck it really was.
Once the shirt was over his head, he looked at the swimmer once more. This time, his back was turned, had thrown on a towel, and was walking towards the showers. Ouch.
Alex wasn’t planning on showering at the school that day; he usually did that at home. But he always traveled with a backup hotel shampoo bottle and a towel just in case. And today, was feeling like a just in case type of day.
Alex stepped into the open showers, towel around his waist, shampoo bottle in hand. The showers were all spaced evenly along the back wall, the view was completely open with the exception of the frequent dividers separating the showers from the lockers. He made sure to fluff up a little before he put his towel on. As he looked down, he could see his impressive bulge pressed up against the tightly wrapped towel. He crossed over to the back and stopped at a shower only a few sets away from the swimmer. Alex noticed he was showering in that pale pink bathing suit, although it made the guys skin look twice as tan.
Alex pushed the shower button, water spraying onto the floor beside him. The swimmer turned quickly to look behind him, their eyes meeting once again. Without missing a beat, Alex looked down to his towel, and loosened the knot around his waist. The towel draped towards the floor, slowly sliding off his legs, revealing his thick flaccid cock. He smirked again as he hung his towel on a nearby hook, and stepped into the shower. He looked back up at the swimmer caught his eyes lingering on his package.
Alex slapped it around a little, putting his hair directly under the stream. He felt the water trail around his body, exploring him inch by inch. In the same way that, perhaps, someone nearby might want to. He lathered the cheap shampoo over his body, wiping suds off his pecs. He watched them ripple down his abs and gather on his freshly trimmed pubes. He brushed the white foam off his cock and felt it grow every time he grazed it. He wasn’t quite hard yet, but he was certainly inches longer than his already impressive flaccid size.
Looking up, Alex caught the swimmer taking off his bathing suit too. It splashed on the floor in a heap. The swimmer bent down towards Alex, his head only feet away from his exposed dick, as he went to pick up his trunks. Alex wasn’t sure if he was down there for a second, or thirty; but he eventually rose back up, standing tall, adorning a ten-inch-long unit, raising halfway towards the ceiling. There was a cocky smile on his face as he played with his dick under the stream. The swimmers bright blue eyes locked in place with Alex’s, but this time, they held for a while.
