It was a cold, Monday afternoon in late October. Coach Alex had just blown his whistle, signifying that practice was over and the guys could head inside to the showers. Jake, the team captain, was exhausted. Besides the rigors of managing the team and training hard, it was midterm season and he had lots of studying to do. Even though the week had just started, he just wanted to relax.
Jake could tell most of his teammates felt the same way. Once the guys got into the locker rooms, most were quick to shower and head out, probably going directly back to their dorms to study and sleep. Still, Jake knew he had to hang out around the locker rooms for a bit after practice to see if any guys needed to chat. After all, one of his duties as captain was to ensure that all his teammates were happy and healthy. With midterms coming up, it wasn't unusual for some of the students to need an open ear.
Jake was slow to shower, waiting until everyone else had left before turning off his own faucet and toweling off. When he got back to his locker, he was pleasantly surprised to find that no one had stuck around - all the locker banks were empty. He quietly continued to dry himself off, noticing how his towel smelled like the masculine odor of his teammates and their sweaty gym clothes. Finally, he grabbed his street clothes out of his gym bag: A knit sweater, skinny jeans, and of course, a jockstrap to hold his sizable dick in place.
He first put on his jock strap, then decided to take advantage of his current privacy to admire himself in the locker room mirrors. Full length, they were perfect for taking progress pictures or for pics to send to guys online. Jake flexed his abs, chest, and arms, making him look particularly muscular in the overhead lighting.
Snap
. Then he turned sideways, looking over his shoulder with a sultry expression. His ass looked incredible, his bubble butt propped up by the lower straps of the jock. The white material made his sun-kissed skin look even tanner.
Snap
. He was getting some excellent material.
Just then, he heard an echo from the bathroom stalls, like an object hitting the ground.
Fuck
, Jake thought, realizing that he was not alone in the bathroom.
"Hey, who's over there?" he called out, walking cautiously towards the stalls. He immediately realized that only one stall door was closed, with two legs visible underneath it. There was a phone on the floor, just outside the door.
"Oh fuck," Jake heard a voice say. "It's me, Joel."
Joel was a freshman on the team. Although Jake hadn't ever spent time one-on-one with him, he had high thoughts of him. Joel had grown up at the local high school, getting recruited by the previous soccer coach for his stellar performance in youth leagues over the years. Jake also thought Joel was exceedingly hot. Despite being just 19 years old, Joel had a thick patch of black chest hair, dense scruff on his face, and muscles that bulged from his beefy body. He was a true soccer powerhouse, able to kick the ball fast and hard while still somehow being a deft runner and passer.
"Who's that?" Joel asked from behind the stall.
"It's Jake," he responded. Now much closer, he saw Joel's hand reaching out from behind the stall, trying to grab his phone but just barely not being able to reach it.
"No worries man, I got it!" Jake added helpfully. As he reached down to grab it, he couldn't help but notice what was on the screen. Playing at 0 volume was some bisexual porn involving a guy fucking a girl while getting fucked himself.
"Shit, man," Joel said sheepishly, realizing that Jake must have noticed what he was doing in the stall. "I didn't think anyone was still here."
"You're fine, Joel. Wanna open up the stall so I can give this back to you?"
Almost immediately, the bathroom door swung open and Joel was perched in the frame. Fully nude, his 7" erection stood straight out from his groin. His hands grabbed the tops of the walls, exhibiting his hairy pits to Jake who admired his hot teammate from just a few feet away. Surprisingly, he looked quite confident in himself.
"Figured you've already seen me naked and know I was jerking off, so what's to lose? Besides, I should probably just be going." He took a step forward, reaching out to grab his phone from Jake.
"Woah, woah," Jake said as he returned the cell phone. "We should probably at least acknowledge how you were masturbating the locker room. It's totally fine with me, but why not in your dorm or something?"
Joel's confident expression quickly faded. "I would if I could, man. But recently, my roommate has been spending all his time in there studying and I never get a moment of privacy. So here I am, stroking my dick in a smelly locker room."
Jake tried to reassure him. "Don't worry about it, Joel. Living with roommates for the first time can be really challenging, especially when it comes to stuff like, well...this." He paused for a moment, realizing that Joel already was starting to look less dejected. "If you want, I can clear out and leave you to it?"
