Looking

Karofsky stands at his locker, taking his time in divesting himself of his PE clothes for his normal day wear. Of course there's a purpose. The longer he waits, the more he gets to see, and by that he means the sweaty guys finishing with gym class, coming back to change. One guy in particular.

Sam Evans is the greatest. He walks to the shower faucet, nude and totally not caring one bit. He's got the world's best chest, and abs that any personal trainer would die for. And his ass, oh his ass – it's a thing of beauty. His dick, too, it's wonderful. It's not the longest in the locker room, but Evans has nothing to be embarrassed about. It's decently thick, but not freakish, and it looks like it would fit just right anywhere that he wanted to put it. Every so often Evans will absently reach down and touch it – not to fondle himself or anything, but it's just one of those things that guys do. Under the hot water it gets even pinker, resting against his full scrotum. He talks to Hudson at the showerhead next to him, like he doesn't even know that he's displaying the world's greatest body, letting everyone have an eyeful.

Karofsky's breath gets caught in his throat when he sees the suds slide down Evans's chest and catch in the wiry nest of pubes surrounding his dick. How anyone could have attractive pubes, Dave has no idea, but Evans has definitely got 'em; they're all gold and soft looking and shit. He really wants to touch them, to touch the guy all over.

He's pleased to note that Hudson looks like nothing more than a fat meat sack, all slippery and greased up under the shower. Karofsky remembers with a frown when Mr. Manboobs made fun of him in the fifth grade for getting pubes before everyone else. Karma's a bitch, cause Hudson's do a pretty good job of covering up whatever equipment he might have. Dave doesn't see the point of wasting his time on pasty skin McGee, though, and turns back to the god among men.

Evans shuts the water off and turns to the side to find his towel, so Karofsky quickly looks away, tries to look busy. "Uh yeah, it always takes me a full fifteen minutes to pull on a clean pair of pants," he says in his head, ready to defend himself should anyone accuse him of anything.Evans's dick flops wetly as he dries his front with the towel; Dave would kill to be that towel. Before blondie moved to McKinley, he'd only questioned things, but now he knew – he was so, so gay, so incredibly, horrifyingly gay.

He notices all the little things. He notices how Evans's balls bounce against his inner thigh as he walks back to his locker, how his pubes are even lighter when they're dry. The second string quarterback is circumcised, and it's just beautiful, rosy red and soft; Dave wants to touch it so much. When the beauty pulls on his briefs, you can still see the outline.

The magic's not over when Evans is dressed; he's godlike even with clothes on, but by now it's taken Dave the better part of twenty minutes to button his pants and tie his shoes. People might start to talk. Shouldering his bag and filing away a thousand mental snapshots, Karofsky leaves the locker room.

His dad won't be home till six, and his bedroom door has a lock. It's going to be a good day.