Mr. Bryant bit his lower lip and fully gripped his cock as he watched. Just then, another man walked in between us to get to one of the further showers. He didn’t even look in either of our showers, or at least not obviously, but it was enough to spook Mr. Bryant who immediately turned back around to face the wall.
I stood under the flowing water with a throbbing erection when I heard Mr. Bryant say, “I’ll meet you over by the lockers.”
I glanced over my shoulder again briefly to see him wrapping a towel around his waist. His dick print in front of the white towel was surely going to be obvious to anyone he encountered on the way back to our stuff.
As he walked away, I dried myself off while still facing the wall. My cock was completely erect and there was no willing it down. The muskiness of the locker room mixed with the manly body wash fragrances of the showers, not to mention the erotic display I’d just give my best friend’s father, kept my cock aching for more.
Mr. Bryant and I dressed in silence as he noticed but didn’t acknowledge my erection. He’d given me a pair of boxer briefs, athletic shorts, and a shirt. The shorts were quite tight but the shirt was long enough to cover my otherwise obvious boner.
***
We’d been in the car driving home silently for a few minutes and it felt tense — stuffy, almost. Suddenly, Mr. Bryant got a phone call. It popped up on the screen in front and we could see it was from Chris.
Mr. Bryant answered on speaker and said, “Hey, son! How’s Jonestown?”
“It’s great, Dad. How’s climbing?” Chris responded.
“We just finished up and are heading home,” I chimed in. “I almost fell off the wall but your dad caught me.”
I looked over at Mr. Bryant and smiled. He glanced over and smirked momentarily but was focused on the road.
“Dude, I’ve busted my shit at that place more times than I can count. If you made it through your first day without an actual crash onto the mats, you’re doing pretty good,” Chris said with a laugh.
That got a laugh from Mr. Bryant and the tension in the car dissipated slightly.
“Hey, so I was calling to let you know, Dad, that I’m going to stay over here tonight. They’re short one coach and asked me to step in for this pre-season tournament tomorrow,” Chris said.
“That’s great, Chris. Good to show commitment on day one,” Mr. Bryant said.
“Yeah, they seem really excited that I’m here. I do need to ask a favor though. They need to see my coaching certificate and I left it at home this morning when I left in a rush,” Chris said.
“Okay…do you know where it might be? Do you need me to bring it out there?” Mr. Bryant asked.
“No, no. You can just take a photo and send it to me. They said that would be enough. It should be on my desk in my room,” Chris said.
“No problem, son,” Mr. Bryant said.
Chris said thanks and that he’d see us tomorrow then hung up. Mr. Bryant and I remained in silence for the next few minutes as we slowly weaved through our neighborhood. I’m not going to lie. I was bummed when I realized he was driving me home. I don’t know if I actually expected him to invite me over, but I certainly wanted him to.
When we pulled up in front of my house, I decided not to mention the night before. I said, “Thanks for the fun day, Mr. Bryant. And thanks for the clothes. I’ll get them back soon.”
“No problem, Drew. Hope you had fun,” Mr. Bryant.
“Oh, I did,” I said with a cocky smile, unable to resist. I hopped out and closed the door. Mr. Bryant waited until I was up at my front door and walking inside before he drove away. He’d always done that before but this time I was hoping he was checking out my ass in his tight shorts.
***
I ate dinner with my mother who then got ready for work and left. Being alone and incredibly horny from the day, I ran up to my room, stripped off my clothes, and lay naked on my bed. I think my cock was completely hard before I even hit the sheets.
I reached down and started fondling my balls before gripping my shaft and sliding the precum around my sensitive head. Just then, my phone buzzed. I looked over to see a text from Chris.
He said he still hadn’t heard from his dad, and he asked if I could go over there and snap a pic of the certificate he needed.
With my dick still in hand, I contemplated coming up with an excuse or pretending I was asleep. But the thought of seeing Mr. Bryant again made my cock leak. Plus, I wanted to help Chris.
I threw on some clothes and walked over to their house. On my way, a pit suddenly formed in my stomach. What if Mr. Bryant didn’t want to see me and that’s why he dropped me off at home? What if he’d be angry that I came over unannounced? The anxiety was enough to kill my erection for the time being.
After knocking on the front door several times without any answer, I tried to open it, but it was locked. I decided to check the backyard thinking Mr. Bryant was probably grilling or swimming and didn’t have his phone near him.
As I walked around the side of the house, I passed the large bay window into the master bedroom. It was dark out and there were lights on in the room, so it was easy to see inside. I was instantly hard again and leaking in my shorts as I peered in through the large window.
Mr. Bryant was laying on his back on his large bed. He was completely naked and uncovered. He was sliding a clear, silicone stroker up and down his impressive shaft. He had over-the-ear headphones on and I peeled my eyes away from his flawless cock for a second to see what he was watching.
I nearly came when I looked up at the screen. He was watching porn again but this time it was gay porn. A young guy was on all fours with his ass up and out. An older man who looked to be in his 50s was railing his ass from behind with his large tool. I couldn’t hear anything as the sound was transmitted to Mr. Bryant’s headphones but the two of them looked to be enjoying themselves.
In a trance, I stood there for several minutes just watching. I knew if I touched my cock it would explode. Mr. Bryant looked incredibly sexy. I fought the urges I felt for as long as I could. But eventually, my mind caved to my body’s desires.
I walked over to the back deck, up the stairs, and through the unlocked door. As I approached his room, I could hear the sloshing sound of his impressive cock gliding through the stroker. I could hear his moans.
For a brief moment, I contemplated just listening from outside of his room. I thought about climaxing with him while on the other side of the wall. He’d never know and a part of me wanted to hear what it sounded like when he got himself off alone. But a bigger part of me wanted to be the one to get him off.
I stepped into the doorway to the large master bedroom. I got to thoroughly enjoy the view and sounds up close for a few seconds before he noticed me.
“Oh, shit! Jesus fucking Christ, Drew!” he yelled as he frantically grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
He grabbed a pillow to cover himself with next before pulling the headphones from his ears and saying, “What the fuck are you doing, Drew? You scared the hell out of me,” he said only marginally calmer.