I walked into my bathroom and took a piss, which was pretty messy thanks to my morning wood. I was still pretty tired, but I wasn't going to go back to sleep. I got up and stretched my muscled legs and arms. After the 'fuck you's' and the 'you faggot' remarks were exchanged over my comment, we went to bed. We were going to throw a porno in, but I said that they would probably drop their load and that they wouldn't be able to get their cocks hard for the hot chicks tomorrow. We had a few beers and watched some movie. The guys and I slept over at my house that night. "They'll be young guys there too, thinking the same thing you are, you retard," replied Nick. Who do you think a chick wants to get plowed by, a young hung stud, or an old fart who can't get it up." "Fuck you," I said, "all the guys there are fucking old. "Why the fuck would we want to go there? You know that they'll be less chicks than dudes, right?" Chris respodned. Nude beach over in Alvingston, about an hour's drive," I said. "Yeah right, you couldn't pick up pussy if someone hand delivered it to you," I said laughing. "I was thinking about picking up some pussy and have a fucking orgy!" Jake said. "Guys, what're we up to this weekend?" Nick asked. He has hair that curls and is a dirty blond, like mine. Jake wasn't as muscled as everyone else, but he had some. He played tennis and soccer, the 'girl sports' we called them.
Same age, but a few inches shorter than me. Jake was my other friend, the furthest away from me. Well, what guy doesn't? But he played both, and he played both well! Nick was a tank, not an ounce of fat, but muscles everywhere. He was the same age, yet about two inches taller than me. Nick was further down the room than Chris. We oftened made fun of him because besides his head, he was hairless. Chris had brown hair that was short and curled at the back a bit. The rest of his body had some muscles, but very slightly defined. He had great legs that were thick from muscles. Chris was an athlete, but just in track mostly. He was the same age as me and about the same height. I glanced around at my friends under the showerheads.Ĭhris was closest to me. It took a minute for the water to warm up.
I turned my showerhead on and cold water spurted out at me. The room wasn't that big, so even if there were 20 people in here at the same time, you would be smushed against each other. Ours was just one room with about 20 showerheads. The shower room didn't have stalls like the girls one did. From then on, they've been a safety hazard. We use to have hooks, but some idiots got into a fight and one got slammed into the hooks. You're probably wondering why we put the towels on the floor. This is what sucked about showering last, since you had to put your towel on the floor, the floor was soaking wet after a herd of guys trampled out of here. We reached the shower room and dropped our towels on the wet floor outside the room.
Our towels slung over our shoulders, our manhood's bouncing off our thighs. My friends and I started toward the showers. But, everyone thought that staring at our naked, wet bodies was a good reason to call him a fag. Although, he does have a good reason because some of us aren't that well behaved, mostly me and my buds.
He is the only gym teacher that only watches his students in the school. Everyone said coach was a fag, even though he was married. I glanced over, seeing my gym teacher leaning near the door, watching us. They were laughing and joking around and some playing the occasional game of grab ass. We usually were the last to leave on Friday because we would discuss what we were going to do on the weekend.Īfter about ten minutes, guys started piling out of the showers, dripping water all over the locker room floor. The guys left in the locker room were my friends. I glanced around and noticed there were only a few guys in the locker room. I pulled out my towel and slung it over my shoulder. I pulled off my gym uniform and my boxers and tossed them into my locker. The lock popped open and I swung my locker door open.
I finally got through to my locker and spin my locker code in. People shoved over to their lockers and started to spin the lock around until it opened. We were all anxious to get out of here because it was Friday and a long weekend. So we all pushed into the locker room, our shoulders pushing each other around.