He was the same age, yet about two inches taller than me. Nick was further down the room than Chris. We oftened made fun of him because besides his head, he was hairless. Chris had brown hair that was short and curled at the back a bit. The rest of his body had some muscles, but very slightly defined. He had great legs that were thick from muscles. Chris was an athlete, but just in track mostly. He was the same age as me and about the same height. I glanced around at my friends under the showerheads.Ĭhris was closest to me. It took a minute for the water to warm up. I turned my showerhead on and cold water spurted out at me.
The room wasn't that big, so even if there were 20 people in here at the same time, you would be smushed against each other. Ours was just one room with about 20 showerheads. The shower room didn't have stalls like the girls one did. From then on, they've been a safety hazard. We use to have hooks, but some idiots got into a fight and one got slammed into the hooks. You're probably wondering why we put the towels on the floor. This is what sucked about showering last, since you had to put your towel on the floor, the floor was soaking wet after a herd of guys trampled out of here. We reached the shower room and dropped our towels on the wet floor outside the room. Our towels slung over our shoulders, our manhood's bouncing off our thighs. My friends and I started toward the showers. But, everyone thought that staring at our naked, wet bodies was a good reason to call him a fag. Although, he does have a good reason because some of us aren't that well behaved, mostly me and my buds. He is the only gym teacher that only watches his students in the school.
Everyone said coach was a fag, even though he was married. I glanced over, seeing my gym teacher leaning near the door, watching us. They were laughing and joking around and some playing the occasional game of grab ass. We usually were the last to leave on Friday because we would discuss what we were going to do on the weekend.Īfter about ten minutes, guys started piling out of the showers, dripping water all over the locker room floor. The guys left in the locker room were my friends.
I glanced around and noticed there were only a few guys in the locker room. I pulled out my towel and slung it over my shoulder. I pulled off my gym uniform and my boxers and tossed them into my locker. The lock popped open and I swung my locker door open.
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I finally got through to my locker and spin my locker code in. People shoved over to their lockers and started to spin the lock around until it opened. We were all anxious to get out of here because it was Friday and a long weekend. So we all pushed into the locker room, our shoulders pushing each other around.