Shower time

Except for Trent, the locker room was deserted when you arrived. You removed your workout gear, grabbed your towel and shampoo from your locker, and headed to the showers.

You selected a shower across from Trent.

You stood under the showerhead and lathered up. The hot water felt great, and you were lost in your own world until you heard Trent behind you

"God, even your ass is muscular."

You spun around to find Trent behind you, staring at your naked ass.

"Flex those glutes!

You were not sure what to make of Trent's obsession, but turned around and flexed your ass.

"Fuck, that is nice! I cannot believe I am talking to a guy about how sweet his ass is.

Trent shook his head and started to turn away. You brought your hand up to his chin and turned him back around.

"Girls can be hot. Guys can be hot. Nothing wrong with sampling a bit of both. Besides..."

You press your naked body against his.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't."

Something snapped in Trent. With a sudden burst of energy, Trent pinned your back against the wall. He stood with his chest pressed against yours, you prepared to push back when Trent leaned forward and kissed you on the lips. Trent growled while kissing you. Taken off guard, you tried to break free, but Trent grabbed both your arms and held them above your head against the shower wall.

Trent pulled back and looked at you.

"Tell me you don't want this as much as I do. Your little cock says you get off being my plaything."

You broke free from Trent's hold, got behind him, and pressed his face against the tiled wall. You reached between his legs and grabbed his crotch.

"You are going to have to do better if you want to be the one in charge, and it feels like I ain't the only one enjoying this."

Trent tried to break out. You managed to restrain him only momentarily, the soap made everything too slippy. You lost your footing and fell to the floor, pulling Trent down on top of you. You expected him to be pissed, but instead, Trent laughed. He positioned himself so that he was sitting on your chest, his hard cock just inches from your mouth. He looked down at you with a huge, slightly intimidating, grin on his face.

"Shit yeah bro, we are gonna have fun!"

Trent bounced on your chest a few times, driving the air from your lungs. Then he squeezed your chest and twisted your nipples. It hurt and felt good at the same time. Wincing and laughing, you tried to pull his hands away. He stopped twisting and started slapping your face. You tried to block, but when you would catch one hand, he would deliver a quick sharp slap with the other. Eventually, you managed to buck him off and get on top of him. You grabbed his head in both hands and leaned down as if to kiss him. Just before your lips met, you turned his head to the side and licked his face.

"Now, are you going to behave?"

Trent was smiling up at you.

"Hell no!"

You stood up and helped Trent to his feet.

"Good. I like a little bad behavior."

Trent poured some of your shower gel into his hands and started to wash you.

In the months you had been practicing and training with Trent, you had seen serious Trent, angry Trent, rude Trent, cruel Trent, asshole Trent (that seemed to be his default setting), but never happy Trent. Right now, Trent actually looked happy. Trent seemed to really enjoy rubbing your muscles. Soon his cock was rock hard. It was hard not to stare. You tried washing Trent's chest, but he swatted your hands away and gave you two quick face slaps.

"Hands off, boy!"

He turned you around and scrubbed your back aggressively. He worked his way down your back until you felt his hands on your ass. He ran his hands in circles over your butt and then gave your ass a few playful swats. Followed by a few more forceful slaps. Then one particularly painful smack. You shot him a glare, and he grinned back mischievously.

"Can't take it? Fine. We can save that game for another time. "

He kept his attention on your butt and stepped closer so that his crotch was pressed against your ass. You heard him growl as he ground his cock against your soapy ass crack.

"Show me those guns again."

You flexed your biceps.

Trent caressed your bicep as he continued to grind against you. Soon his breathing became more ragged. He pinned you against the wall again, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you. With a loud grunt, Trent stiffened, and you felt something warm land on your lower back and across the top of your ass. Trent released you and stepped back. Nearly out of breath, Trent started laughing again.

"Bro, your ass looks good even when it's covered in cock snot."

"Cock snot"? Way to ruin the moment, Trent.

Trent took some more soap and cleaned your back and ass. He was quiet for a while. The reality of what had just happened was just settling in. You turned off the water, and you both walked to your lockers. Finally, Trent broke the silence.

"So about all that."

"I won't tell if you..."

"No, idiot. Well, obviously, yes, that too. Look, bro. I just want you to know that next time we train, I am going to push you until you are sore everywhere. You down with that?"

"I can take anything you can dish out."

Trent headed out, laughing.

"Doubt it!

You changed at your locker, threw your clothes in your gym bag, and headed back to your dorm.