The locker room was humid and hot from all of the hard bodies that had just departed. I was one of the only guys left over since Coach had been wanting to talk to me about my scholarship opportunities. I'd felt bitter about him wasting my time after practice, missing out on the buffet of tight, sweaty men in such close proximity to me.
I began taking off my padding, the only thing left on me being my jock strap. I always feel sexy when I wore it, my thick ass sticking out from the white straps that wrapped around it. Someone else noticed it on that day, too.
His hand snuck up the crack of my behind. I gasped, not having heard anyone even come in, and spun around to face my groper. Standing there was Don Partito, the new transfer student. He had exotic looks, and stated at a previous time that his family originated from Brazil. His hair was black and curly, and his body tanned and toned. My mouth salivated as I took in the sight of his freshly-washed hair and skin. He was completely naked, his long cock emerging from his genital hair. “What are you doing, Don?” I asked, taken aback.