Mac

Chapter 33: Mac

“Hmmm… Why haven’t I spent more time in a locker room before now?”

I let my gaze wander to the jockstrap-clad guy who was bent over and digging for something in the bottom of his locker. He had a great ass, super firm with a cute little tattoo high on one side. I had no idea who he was, but the view couldn’t be beat. I turned my head and looked at an obviously annoyed Theo. “I can’t believe they just let anyone walk in here. Shouldn’t there be some kind of security around considering all the superb, mostly naked bodies on display?” Seriously, everywhere my eyes landed was another set of ripped abs and toned thighs. It was a visual feast, though the angry boy fuming next to me was by far the best of the bunch. Not that I was biased or anything.