Showering With Dad Part: Four

The next day I was back at school. It was strange being back in that environment with all of my peers, having had so many sexual experiences crammed into such a short amount of time. I felt like a new person and it made it all the better knowing what my Dad had told me about being gay or straight and everything in between. I’m fairly confident that I still fall on the straight side of it all, but having said that I can tell you I was still pretty worried and excited about showering after gym class.

I went to a fairly big high school so it was kind of unheard of for a sophomore to make a touchdown in a varsity game, or rather almost make a touchdown in a varsity game. This brought on lots of wanted attention from a lot of the girls in the school, some of the guys too. They would sign my cast and say things like “I can’t wait to see your moves next year.” I even got a few kisses on the cheek. Even with all the attention from the fairer sex all I could think about was how my cock was going to react to showering with twenty naked boys most likely staring at me with my new found celebrity.

As I was walking to the locker room before gym class I heard a deep voice yell my name down the hall. “Hey Buckley.”

I knew it was Coach Wolfe before I turned around because he was the only adult that called me by my last name. I stopped and turned around half way expecting to be in trouble for not making the touchdown last Friday. Coach put his hand on my shoulder. “How’s the arm feeling Buckley?” Coach asked. “Surprisingly good,” I said “Sorry coach for not making the touchdown.” Coach smiled and said, “There are no apologies in football Buckley, anyway you put us in the right position for the winning touchdown.” “I still should have seen that guy.” I said. Coach squeezed my shoulder, “No worries. You’ve got two more years to prove yourself. I am kicking you out of gym class until you get healed up though; we’re playing basketball for the next few weeks so you won’t be of much use anyway. Just hit the study hall and catch up on some homework.”

Coach let go of my shoulder and walked down the hall. I was relived and somewhat disappointed at the same time. Coach yelled my name down the hall way again. “Ya, Coach” I yelled back. “I better see you at football practice though.” Coach said. “Sure thing.” I yelled back.

I was essentially demoted to equipment manager for the football team. But I was cool with that, as long as I could be around the team and help out. With all the snow on the ground practice turned into a wet, muddy mess. I realized about half way through practice that I was going to need to take a shower just from running around gophering the equipment. I was almost as wet and muddy as my team mates. I knew everybody would be looking at me in the shower, and I would just be imaging them all sucking each other off like my Dad had said. This is going to be a disaster, popping a big hard one in front of the whole team, Jesus, I’m dead.

Right then Travis Rickle, the one I was most worried about thanks to my dad, came to the side line for a drink of water. “How’s the arm Buckley?” He asked as he took a few gulps of water. “It feels alright. It’s just a pain in the ass not having the use of my right arm.” I said. Travis laughed and said, “I hear that, the summer I turned 14 I broke my right arm and had a hell of a time jerking off.” We both laughed, and my cock started to chub up thinking about him jerking off. “Well necessity is the mother of invention.” I said and we laughed again. Travis took another drink of water and said, “Well if you have any pain or need a hand I can help you out with…” He got cut off by coach yelling, “Rickle get your ass back on the field.” Travis said, “Oh shit.” And ran back out on the field.

I just stood there kinda stunned. What the hell did he mean by that? Was my dad right about Travis? I guessed I could only hope so. Needless to say I was completely distracted the rest of the practice. I just kept thinking about taking Travis’s cock in my mouth.

Rounding up all the equipment after practice took so long that by the time I got to the locker room all the guys were finishing up their showers. I was met with a parade of teenage cocks as everybody walked to their lockers to dry off and get dressed. I got a little chubby but didn’t go in to full melt down. I thought I might make it through after all and anyway I knew that by the time I got to the showers everybody would be gone. So I felt safe.

Coach pulled me into his office and gave me a set of keys that went to the trainer’s room that was attached to the locker room, the equipment room and the locker room itself. He said he was heading out and after I locked the equipment up and took a shower to lock all the doors on my way out.

By the time I locked the equipment up everybody was gone, which was fine with me. A long hot shower sounded great. My body was hurting from moving all the equipment around. As I got undressed and wrapped my cast up I noticed the sound of a shower running in the big shower block we had in the locker room, I just figured somebody had left a shower running when they left.

I checked out my cock in the floor to ceiling mirror next to the entrance to the shower block. I stopped in front of the mirror and pulled my foreskin back to let my cock head breathe a little as I walked into the showers.

The shower block was all open and there were 8 shower heads on each wall. I turned to look at the running shower and to my horror and lusty delight I saw Travis Rickle’s naked body standing under the hot running water. My mind was screaming as he looked over at me pulling my foreskin back on my chubby cock. Travis smiled and said, “Hey Buckley, looks like your snake is coming out of its skin.” then laughed. I pulled my hand away from my cock and turned red, “Oh hey Rickle, I thought I was the only one here.” I said trying to sound nonchalant.

I took the shower head that was two down from Travis and turned the water on hot.