A Sizeable Difference
Chapter 1 - Assistant Coach
True to their name, the Baltimore Barbarians stormed into the locker room making a lot of noise. Nate Howlett, however, was the only quiet one.
He silently observed as some of his teammates laughed loudly and made a racket, glad to finally be done with practice, while others panted heavily, exhausted by the tough and demanding exercises the Coach liked to put them through. Either way, they were all equally dirty and sweaty.
This was the hardest part of the day for him.
His teammates would begin taking off their football gear, revealing sore and swollen muscles at different speeds. Some seemed eager to get naked as fast as possible and jump in the shower, while others took their sweet time strip teasing, took off their jerseys, paused to listen to some joke, smiling and scratching their abs, then turned around and slowly dropped their pants, showing off bubble butts tightly secured by jockstraps. And even though Nate had practically grown up in locker rooms, he still had to focus not to stare too much at the bodies of all those jocks.
Today he was having to try particularly hard.
Nate was new to the team. He had just gotten into college on a scholarship, glad he had made a good enough impression during his High School matches. Maybe he could become a pro player, after all, and eventually be a Wide Receiver on the biggest teams in the country. But for that, he'd have to improve his game and convince the Coach to get him in the field, given that the other guys were more skilled and experienced than him. A freshman always had to work twice as hard to beat his seniors, he thought, so he was heading to the gym for some post-practice weight lifting instead of showering with the other studs, despite being almost completely beat by now.
He began taking off his football gear, slowly and shyly, constantly looking around to see if someone was checking him out. He had a good body, fruit of his desire to always work harder than everybody else, but never caught anyone staring at his well defined muscles or at his smooth skin. Even so, he never got naked in front of others. He always stopped at his underwear, took some gym clothes out of his locker and then began dressing up again, still drenched in sweat.
His teammates had never managed to see what he was hiding.
There were a couple of things that made him uncomfortable in that place. Besides having to focus not to draw attention to his undying curiosity about the naked body of his colleagues, the fact that there were so many men casually talking to each other with their dicks out, rubbing shoulders in this way too small of a locker room, made him feel claustrophobic. He looked at the shower and got goosebumps at the sight of his teammates soaping up their asses and balls, waiting for the guys under the showerheads to step aside so that they could wash it off, taking turns to clean up and laughing about it. So many naked hunks crowding in such a small area. How could they just feel comfortable with so many other naked men invading their personal space? How would he ever be able to casually stand there buck naked with them when people would be bumping their dicks on him left and right?
But more importantly, Nate had a small secret he wanted to keep private.
"McCarthy!" someone shouted in a deep voice, snapping him out of his thoughts. Greg Marino, the Assistant Coach, was looking for Sean McCarthy, the Quarterback. Nate watched mesmerized as Sean, a stunning red-haired senior almost ready to go pro player, walked stark naked across the locker room towards the Assistant Coach, not even bothering to get dry or to cover himself with a towel. He paid close attention as the trainer and his star player began discussing something regarding tomorrow's practice. Sean was soaking wet and stood with his arms crossed as a puddle formed under his feet, unashamed by his bare ass being turned in the general direction of all his teammates, who could stare at it as hard as they wanted. Nate's mouth got suddenly dry when he saw the water dripping from that ginger's body, especially the drops falling from the tip of his penis. Sean always made him thirsty.
But he was more impressed by Greg's willpower to never break eye contact with that hunk. If he were in his place, Nate was sure he'd lose his train of thought before long, and start to stutter as he got lost in Sean's green eyes, hypnotized by his big smile and those small, round ears bent forward that gave the Quarterback a boyish, sweet kid look in spite of his strong and manly body. Then his gaze would slowly begin trailing down, first at Sean's hard pecs, flexed by the way he crossed his arms, unfortunately hiding those tiny pink nipples he had, then at his well-defined abs, noticing the red happy trail that went all the way down from his belly button to his dangling cock, crowning it with a ginger bush that Nate could vividly imagine tickling his nose.
Greg, on the other hand, was an equally impressive man, even with his clothes on. Nate looked at his big biceps as he held up a clipboard, unintentionally flexing them, and noticed how all his other muscles were just as developed, filling up his shirt and making his pants stretch to hold his round butt and thick thighs. Those two guys side by side were a feast for Nate's eyes, and he lost track of time as they talked to each other, so at ease with the many men in various states of undress surrounding them.
"Howlett!" Greg shouted at Nate, and he suddenly turned his head, pretending not to have been staring just now. "Why haven't you showered yet?"
"I'm just gonna lift some weights now and shower later," he shouted back, over the loud noises of the rest of the team.
