You freeze at the instant you feel it. From behind you, a hand has grabbed the edge of your towel. Your hands are full of toiletries that you don't want to drop, but the prospect of being fully exposed is probably worse. You turn, gently and slowly, to see the fiendish grin of sandy-haired prankster behind you. He's wearing his own towel, his free hand holding the sensible basket with all his toiletries. (I have got to get one, you think) before realizing your way out. You surprise yourself with the agility of this move as you toss the soap and washcloth into his bucket and grab your assailant's towel with your now free hand.
So it is to be a stalemate. The prankster's grin shifts into a look of impressed surprise, but he does not let go of your towel. You size each other up.
He has a build you're familiar with -- you like to call it Swimmer's +6, referring to the 6 months it's been since swim season ended. He has pecs, though they're slim, like his arms and legs, but the beginnings of a paunch are resting atop the towel you now grasp. Your hand is at his side, and can feel the heat coming from his thigh.
You stare at each other, instinctively knowing not to blink or speak -- waiting for the opportunity, the moment when the other loses focus and an advantage can be taken. But nothing happens. Your wing is surprisingly empty for move-in day. You decide to make a daring move - a step towards the showers. The blonde boy follows. You take another step and so does he. In the smallest of increments, you both begin to move toward the showers, not daring to move quickly or lose the advantage.
Under his towel, you feel his thighs push against your fingers. The muscle twinges with each step, but you realize there's a little fat there too, that you couldn't see. You realize just how close your hand is to his crotch (and his to yours) and the excitement part of this scenario kicks into gear. With a split second to make a decision before your growing erection does what his hand's been threatening to do to your towel, you yank his away.
The promise of mutually assured destruction holds true as he pulls on your towel. You both run the rest of the way to the shower. With all the flapping going on, you can't tell if he's as hard as you, but you can see a gifted endowment between his legs. In the showers you run into adjacent shower stalls. You hear laughter from his, and then a peace offering -- your towel is thrown over the stall wall.
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