Damien's mind wandered to more pleasurable pursuits, and he wondered which of his teammates had been showering. Had it been Adam, the muscular but quiet senior? Or better yet, Brody, with his bulging biceps and dimpled grin?
While picturing the lush Brody rinsing off while showering his hand moved down past his happy trail. As Damien began to massage his ball sack, wishing it was Brody's instead, he did not notice the shower nozzle turn off. Within moments, Sam Clark, a junior with muscular thighs and great stamina on the field, walked over to where Damien stood. At first Sam didn't realize what an intimate moment he was interrupting, but all at once he did, and so out of respect coughed.
Damien whirled around, taken off-guard.
“I didn't know anyone was in here, sorry.” Damien excused himself with a hurried lie, but in all actuality his pulsing cock gave him away. It pointed straight at Sam, who smirked.
“I didn't know you were so...” his eyes met Damien's, “big.” He winked at Damien coyly.
Blushing, Damien shifted somewhat uncomfortably. Sam noticed right away, and feeling as though he should rectify the situation, he spoke in a somewhat apologetic tone. “It isn't that I mean, you don't seem like you could be big, it's just that...wow. Are you like, eight inches?” Sam could feel his own 6 inch cock beginning to swell underneath the thin towel. With little hesitation he stepped forward. He had noticed that Damien's own cock still pulsed, and was still quite erect even at the sight of him. “We shouldn't let that beautiful hard cock go to waste,” he whispered as he strode forward, closer to Damien still.
Damien was stunned speechless.
Then Sam reached out to caress Damien's lower abdomen, his palm traveling lower until, with a fist full of pubic hair, he kneeled down, and took the entire cock in between his great pink lips.