I gasped as Chance slipped his fingers inside his asscrack, soaping himself up. The site of him fingering his firm, round butt was almost too much to bare. My cock was growing, getting harder by the minute.
I couldn't help myself while Manuel spotted me on the bench press. I kept staring up his shorts, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ample bulge that was packed in there. Unfortunately, Manuel's snowy white jockey shorts covered his basket completely.
His body was immaculate; huge bulging arms, ripped chest, broad shoulders, the works. He had a sexy face too, partially hidden by long wet locks of hair that hung down over his eyes.
He just had a skimpy towel wrapped round his waist and it was made to look smaller by his massive, muscular body. He looked like he could have been a professional bodybuilder. His torso was a perfect mass of muscles and his legs were like two tree trunks.
Delta five weren't in the best of moods after losing their football match to Sigma three as they walked back to the campus changing room amongst howls of anguish from their fans mixed in with cheers of joy from sigma 3's supporters.
The changing room is always hot and humid. Steam billows from the shower, guys drip pool water and condensation rises from their bodies. No sooner have I dried part of my body than I am sweating, drying myself again. It gives me a good excuse to sit on the low wooden bench and watch him.