"Sup" Peter said, in a low voice, giving him the half-upward-dude-acknowledgment-nod. It was the only thing he could think of, trying to divert the guy's attention away from what he might have perceived as looking him over. Seemed better than silence or avoidance.
"Sup dude", he replied back without really looking. He seemed very hetero and disinterested. Good.
Peter continued past him into the shower to rinse off. Not that he was looking, but he was aware that after the guy got dressed he walked out the door. He was glad it was quick because he didn't want to confront him again. He turned the water off and walked toward where he had his stuff, grabbing a towel. After drying himself off, he returned the towel to the return basket across the room and walked back toward his stuff.
The door popped open and two giggling girls walked in. One was texting and the other was hanging over her shoulder trying to see. They strutted a few steps and then noticed Peter. He froze. It took a second, but they realized their mistake! Face to face with a completely naked older man in the guy's dressing room, the one girl dropped her phone, and the other jumped and squealed and covered her face.
"Omigod, omigod, sorry, sorry, ooohhh," the texting girl grabbed her phone and turned around. The other girl bolted toward the door, apologizing, "oh, we're sooo sorry, crap, sorry". They shut up as they slinked out the door, peeking outside first to make sure no one saw them come out the wrong door!
For these few seconds, Peter was frozen -- there was nothing to grab to cover himself, nothing to jump behind -- he was just completely naked right in front of them.
The event was over in a flash, and he started moving again. As he grabbed his workout clothes and dressed, he replayed it over and over. The two girls were really cute -- he guessed they were in high school, partly from their looks and partly from the way they acted. It happened so fast that he didn't catch the details, but one had really light blonde hair and the other had darker hair; they were both skinny, not tall, maybe up to his chin; both were wearing shorts (maybe white or khaki?).
He smiled and laughed quietly to himself. It was at times like these that he was so glad that he was in good shape and had a decent sized prick. What the fuck would these girls be saying if they popped in on a dumpy old balding guy with a pot belly and a tiny wanker? He would probably hide out in here for 30 minutes and then bolt toward home, never to return. Instead of the girls saying "ewwww, grosssss", he imagined them giggling approvingly and saying "ooooo, yummmm".
He locked up his gym bag in the locker and exited, wondering if he'd see them again and if so how to act. It was kind of exciting, but maybe he should feel dirty for liking it, not knowing how old they were. |