Tobias, volleyball player caught in a changing room

The changing room in the local gym had a musky, distinct smell of sweat, cheap deodorant and chlorine. Tobias pulled his T-shirt over his head, throwing it onto the worn-out linoleum floor, a floor so cold it bit at his feet. Metal lockers lined the walls, creaking in the slightest breeze that wafted through the gym, while narrow benches sat empty and neglected.

"What's up, Toby?" Grant, Tobias's teammate, slapped him on the shoulder. "Practice was a bitch, huh?"

Tobias grunted, unlacing his shoes. "I swear Coach is trying to kill us with these new routines."

"At least you can look forward to a hot shower after." Grant grinned, casually stripping down as they talked.

Tobias chuckled nervously. He hastily yanked off his shorts and tossed them aside, before quickly wrapping a towel around his waist.

"You're such a prude," Grant laughed. "Come on, no one's judging."

Grant smirked, grabbed his towel and headed for the showers. Tobias's eyes followed him, unable to look away as Grant casually flaunted his nakedness. Tobias felt a pang of envy and he quickly turned away, ashamed of his reaction.

To his left was a big mirror, a little foggy from the usage of showers. Tobias stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself. His body was lean and toned, muscles rippling under his skin, but there was something that bothered him. His gaze lingered on his lower half, a completely flat towel in the area a bulge was supposed to be.

It was his one insecurity and the bane of his sex life. It wasn't something he was particularly proud of and often left him feeling inadequate. Barely making two inches while soft and gaining only a mere half an inch with erection, his dick looked extremely wrong on his tall muscular body. Tobias always went to hide his nakedness from everyone, even the girls who were interested in him. He remembered what happened the only time a girl saw his small cock and decided to wait someone he can trust before revealing all of him.

Tobias sighed, turning away from the mirror. As if on cue, the door swung open and in walked the cleaner, a lady looking around 60 years old. She didn't pay any mind to the dozen or so naked guys in the room, just walked in and started to clean the floor.