I admire my toned abs in the bathroom mirror. I am sweaty from the football game I just played, and my muscles shine with sweat. My biceps flex as I raise my arms above my head, and I grin at myself. My body is at peak athletic and aesthetic perfection, and I love it. I am the number one linebacker on my team and probably the strongest guy at my school. I am 18 years old and a senior in high school.
Finally, I turn away from the mirror to walk over to the showers. I slowly strip off my pants, my girdle, and my shorts, until I am standing in just my revealing jockstrap. I hesitate for a moment before running back over to the mirrors to check myself out one more time. I feel pretty comfortable that no one will come in because I am always the last to get undressed and shower off. A lot of the team has probably left already.
I almost drool when I look in the mirror, my thighs are massive works of art, my quads rippling on either side of my barely contained bulge. The shape of my meat is clearly imprinted on my jock, and I rub my hand along it. It's one of my favorite parts of my body, sitting at 7.5 inches, it's one of the biggest ones I've seen. I turn to the side to reveal my large, muscular ass. The straps of my underwear extenuate the roundness, and I bite my lip in horniness.
After a bit more posing, I am finally satisfied and return to the shower. I remove one leg and then the other from my remaining garment and hop under cool water. It is chilly but refreshing, and I scrub quickly before shutting it off. I grab a towel and dry off before wrapping it around my waist. Unfortunately, all the school towels are very small, so it barely reaches the bottom of my ass. That's fine by me, though, because by this point everyone is always gone from the building. I walk back to the locker room to put on my clothes but freeze when I get there. Someone is still here, a fullback by the name of Liam, and he is looking right at me. He is also 18 and a senior, but I don't know him well, he has always seemed shy and antisocial and I don't know anyone who is friends with him. He is wearing nothing but compression pants and he is jacked. His muscles aren't quite as big as mine and he's not quite as tall, but he's still an elite specimen. What draws my eyes and makes my jaw drop, though, is the enormous imprint on his pants. They are pulled incredibly tight over his thick quads and leave nothing to the imagination.
He grins when he sees me and beacons me over. I hesitate, but give in and pad over to him. He doesn't speak, but lays his hand on my smooth chest and starts to slowly trail it down. I shiver in pleasure as his finger glide over my nipples and belly button. When he reaches my crotch, he hooks one finger into the towel and swiftly snatches it off me. I yelp and rush to cover myself, but he gently stops me. He lays three fingers between my pecs and gives a playful push. I fall back onto the bench and he giggles. My face blooms bright red, but I realize I want this to continue. He is so attractive, I can't look away from him. He blows me a kiss before turning around and slowly pulling down his compression pants. Bit by bit, his ass is uncovered, and I am transfixed. It is toned and smooth and enormous. Each cheek is the size of his face and beautifully round. If it wasn't before, my cock is now fully hard and straining to grow, even more, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
