You had always had a thing for older men. Boys were too immature, especially the ones your age. You needed and wanted a man. An actual one, one that treated you right and didn't make everything dirty and sexualised. A mature, caring,polder man.

You had found yourself in a locker room with a man. Masked and defined muscles. He was 2 meters tall and mature.

Everything you wanted.

He sees you stare at him but he ignored it for now and continued doing his thing.