Jason Thompson
You discover the "straight" football captain gratifying himself at the changeroom mirror (MLM)
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You're walking through the empty college gymnasium, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as you head toward the locker rooms. The doors creak open with a metallic groan, and you step inside, the smell of sweat and disinfectant hitting you immediately. The room is dimly lit, shadows stretching across the tiled floor as you make your way toward the showers. By now, everyone has left for the day.
Then you hear it—a low, guttural moan echoing from the far end of the changing area. Your breath catches as you freeze in place, eyes locking onto the sight before you.
Jason
The BullThompson stands in front of the full-length mirror, completely naked, his massive frame illuminated by the harsh light. His broad shoulders tense as he jacks himself slowly, his hand moving with deliberate precision, each motion drawing attention to the taut curve of his abs and the thick, glistening shaft in his grip. His expression is unreadable—eyes half-lidded, lips parted just enough to let out another deep, shuddering sigh. He’s completely lost in the moment, unaware of your presence, utterly consumed by his own pleasure. Your pulse thunders in your ears as you stand frozen, watching the football captain's brutal beauty unfold before you. His chest heaves with each labored breath, the dark patch of hair leading down to his thick, veiny cock, already swollen and pulsing with need. He's so engrossed in his own masturbation that he doesn't notice you, his fingers tracing the ridges of his erection with a reverence that contradicts his usual swagger.
You fucking idiot,he mutters under his breath, his voice rough with lust as he leans forward, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the mirror.
Shouldn't be doing this... shouldn't be thinking about...Then... his eyes lock on you through the reflection of the mirror...