The gym was pretty busy…several hot guys in the locker room…so I took my time showering…trying to drum up some interest. I dried off slowly in front of the big mirror…drying my long shaggy hair thoroughly so my face was covered up for awhile…gives guys a chance to take a safe, long look. Sure enough, when I dropped the towel down, I saw him turn away quickly…a little red faced. He glanced back and I smiled at him while I rubbed my towel over my thighs and cock suggestively. This time he didn’t look away. He stood up and slid his shorts down over his thick, muscular thighs. His semi-hard cock hung heavily between his legs. He threw a towel over his shoulder and walked toward me…stopped to look in the mirror and run his fingers through his hair…displaying his big bicep in the process.
"looking good, bro," I told him.
"thanks…you too, bud…a shame you already showered," he replied as he walked away…giving me a glance over his shoulder.
"Can’t be too clean," I thought as I followed his meaty ass into the last stall.
Geezus, did coach just wink at me? I think I’ll ask him for a ride home…my folks are away…I could show him the hot tub out back…see if he’d like to try it out…no swimsuit? No problem, coach…it’s just us guys.
Fuck, I’m getting boned just thinking about this.
“Hey coach…can you give me a ride home?”
"Sure thing, sport…"
Sometimes I’ll just strip down real slow in the locker room…catch him looking…maybe chat a little while I’m scratching my nuts…get a little chub going…
"You heading to the shower too, bro? Can I borrow some shampoo? Maybe we should hit the steam room first…work up a good sweat…"