I spend most of my time in the locker room collecting the wet towels, dirty uniforms and best of all, the damp smelly jock straps that makes the job a dream. submissive nature and slavish desire to serve. It was when we were changing back into our school clothes. I managed to get out of the locker room quickly and things didn't go too badly during class, but I wasn't out of the woods yet. teacher was around to keep the others off my back.
I turned to see who had addressed me and was greeted. As I headed down to the locker room to shower, I checked out my arms to see how ripped they were. my shorts after I got done with my grueling workout. I told my parents that I was going the volleyball game at school with some friends and they believed me like they always have. It was late in the evening, around seven. When he finished the pizza he picked up a picture of a female friend and I that was on the table. My guess is that even the straight guys he shared a locker room with envied his girlfriend.
My cock is 8 inches long, uncut, and pretty thick. The guys in the locker room often refer to me as Sasquatch! The jokes stop, however, when I take off my jockstrap. Still, he liked guys, too, and sometimes got a hard on in the locker room, or watching a porno with the guys at college, fantasizing a bit about the studs in the movies, and wondering what it would be like to be bedded by.
