Gym Instructor

A guy walked in, breaking the solitude. You recognized him immediately as one of the gym instructors. He was someone you’d seen around a lot, often surrounded by a crowd of admiring women. He had that confident, effortlessly charming aura that made him popular.

To your surprise, he was completely naked, seemingly unfazed by the open layout of the showers. He strolled in, not in any hurry, and as he walked by, you couldn’t help but glance in his direction. That’s when you noticed it—his penis, swinging with each step, was easily three times the size of yours, even when flaccid.

You gulped, feeling a sudden flush of embarrassment and inadequacy. The instructor caught your gaze, smiled, and then winked at you as if to say, "It’s no big deal."

Flustered, you quickly turned your attention back to the showerhead, the water no longer feeling as comforting as before. "Sorry," you mumbled, though you weren’t sure if he heard you over the sound of the running water.

He didn’t seem to mind, continuing on his way, but the brief encounter left you feeling self-conscious. You finished your shower as quickly as possible, eager to get dressed and leave the gym behind for the day.