It’s just Jimmy waiting…

I made my way down the steps to the varsity locker room with my heart pumping to the ****. A waft of teenage boy was escaping up the stairs as I made my descent. A mixture of Axe and sweat with a brief breeze of outdoor air, the back doors to the soccer fields must have been left open for the teams return later.

I made it off the final step and into the dimly lit locker room which appeared mostly deserted. I made my way up and down the locker aisles and benches looking for Jimmy when I heard a faint rush of water. I made my way towards the back of the locker room which led to the showers, the trickling sound reverberating into a familiar echo of running shower water. Hot shower steam started to tickle around my face.

The high school was old fashioned. Instead of stalled showers, the shower room was open with shower heads along the exterior walls of the room and three columns in the middle with more heads sprouting off them. That’s when I saw the source of the steam from a sole shower head in the middle of the room.

There, with his hulking muscular back to me was Jimmy. He was rubbing his upper body with both hands while I took in the view from behind. As he moved the water trickled down the glorious rivets of Jimmy’s back. As he turned in place rubbing himself his ass went from flexing to relaxing and I was practically salivating. Jimmy’s right hand was now making its way across the ridges of his abs to find his low hanging cock almost passing his mid-thigh, swaying softly as his hand began to grasp the base. He ran his hand in a downward milking motion of his cock. His head leaned back in an all too familiar sigh.

That’s when his eyes finally opened and landed on me. “Get over here.” Jimmy demanded. “I got it nice and clean for you now” he added.

With zero hesitation I dropped my book bag from my shoulders and proceeded forward. Jimmy continued his slow motions of his hands exploring his body, enticing me closer as he continued milking his cock with his right hand and his left rubbed behind his neck. I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying his moment of pleasure to himself. And he enjoyed the audience.

I was now as close as I could be to the stream and Jimmy without getting wet. The entire time Jimmy had either been focusing on himself, looking his own body over while his hands continued their voyage, as if not happy until they skimmed over every inch of wet skin. His eyes opened when he knew I was close enough. Somehow after all the rubbing and escaped moaning sighs Jimmy’s cock remained soft and springy. It flopped to and fro as his massive tree trunk legs moved him closer to me.

I could smell the moisture on his skin. For having just showered he still smelled like his cologne from this morning, along with something else. Cum.

Jimmy grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist as the steam billowed off his ripped body. “Come over here” he said “there’s something I always wanted to try in here…”