Basically, our gym is divided up into three basketball courts side by side so that there is plenty of room for activities. As we entered the gym, I could see immediately that the art class was not the only activity going on at this time.
"Oh, no." I swallowed as I took in the sight of the girls volleyball team practicing on one of the basketball courts. We would have to pass by them in order to reach the art class on the other end of the gym. Which was something I didn't want to do naked but had to anyway.
I blushed as I lowered my head, keeping my hands firmly on my package. I tried to creep by them in the vain hope of not being noticed. Bridget was even kind enough to walk between me and them as an impromptu shield but she was such a skinny thing compared to me and no matter how you look at it, it was utterly impossible not to notice the tall, muscular, handsome, naked man enter the gym with a pretty blond. This was guaranteed when a volleyball went sailing past our faces; stopping us in our tracks. It bounced off the wall and rolled its way to our feet. All the eyes that were focused on their game were now turned to us.
"Oh my...whoa!"
"Dude, is that guy naked?"
"He's hot!"
"Now I see some different balls I want to play with."
"I wouldn't mind covering his rear! But not with pants."
"Is he here on a dare? Do you think he will take mine?"
"I hope so, cause I also got a few things I would dare him to do."
My blush intensified as I tried to do my best to huddle behind Bridget.
"Excuse me, mister hot stuff?" A girl with brown skin and dark hair tied back in a ponytail called out.
"Um, y-yes?" I placed my hands on Bridget's shoulders. I was now fully relying on her as my shield for modesty. Bridget remained stoic during these events pressing the small of her back into my penis.
"Could you bring us back our ball? Or I could come and get it if you're okay with that."
One thing you should probably know about me, most of my muscles are just for show (much to my chagrin). I am by no means athletically coordinated despite the fact that I got into shape to serve as a high school swim coach in my past profession. When it comes to utilizing athletic tools, I am basically worthless. So when I decided to kick over the girls volleyball, I missed them by miles. The ball ended up rolling into the second court.
"Um, dude? What the heck was that?" The girl with the ponytail queried.
"Yeah mister, you are supposed to kick it towards us. We aren't going after that, go and get it!" A girl with wavy blonde hair demanded.
I don't like being ordered around like this but it was my fault for making such a terrible pass. I slipped out from behind Bridget after cupping my genitals once again. This however did nothing to hide my bubble butt from the team of giggling girls who watched me bend over to pick up their ball. Holding the volleyball in front of my goods I carried it over to the ponytail girl who I assumed was the team captain.
"Ugh, sorry for the trouble." My face was red as I contemplated how I was going to fork over the ball without flashing these girls my dick. That decision was literally taken out of my hands when the team captain yanked the ball from my clutches revealing my semi to her teammates. With glittering eyes and a round of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' the volleyball team got an eyeful of my junk before I covered it up.
"Don't feel too bad man," the ponytailed girl smiled. "consider yourself forgiven for showing us some eye candy." She winked and my face felt hotter. Bridget came at that moment grabbing me by the arm.
"Thank you ladies, but we have an appointment to keep." She hauled me off to the third court where the art class was eagerly awaiting us. My heart sank at the sight of them. Damn, no wonder Professor Sands had to move the class to the gym; they really did increase in number. Plenty of female faces that have yet to see a naked man lit up in surprise and anticipation.
"Oh my God is that him? Nice!"