Pete was too body shy to shower in the locker room, so as usual he held back till gym class emptied
Pete was too body shy to shower in the locker room, so as usual he held back till gym class emptied out and the coast was clear. He was about to finally slide down his jeans and quickly hop in the shower when he heard a series of deep moans from the next stall over. He panicked and slid quickly into the running shower of his stall, hoping he wasn’t spotted. How hadn’t he noticed another guy? Another guy who it sounded like was getting himself off in a stall nearby. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t leave. He’d be spotted and probably pounded to pieces by whatever dude was wanking in the shower. With the animal grunts this guy was making it was probably Tyler or one of the other jocks. He could almost hear the muscle. The moans were deep and heavy. He felt ashamed having to listen, even more ashamed that he was getting slightly turned on, but the sounds were so guttural and hypnotic, echoing around the showers, he didn’t have a choice. He soaked them in, leaning back into the warm water as his whole body became increasingly wet and warm. As he listened more intently the warmth grew stronger, his eyes rolling back into his head as each pleasurable outburst made his arms throbbed and chest spasm and tense. He could almost imagine the hunk, some hot muscle stud hungrily stroking his monster of a cock with two palms and rubbing his own massive chest and tight nipples. Fuck it was hot. He could feel the muscle, taste it, crave it, filling him, making his body tense and grow, each muscle pop alive, and his cock push longer and harder down his wet jeans. “Mmm fuUuUCK… feels so good” he groaned 2 octaves deeper than before.“Huhu you like that Pete?” Tyler’s deep voice was directly outside his stall “Mmm bro you’re doin great. Just wait till I make you cum” -- source link