Dustin Cooper, the lanky twink, saunters into the locker room, his eyes scanning the sweaty, muscular bodies. He spots Jack, his cock twitching at the sight of the jock's firm ass. Dustin, hungry for more than just a game, approaches Jack, his hand lingering on Jack's shoulder. 'I need to borrow something, Jack,' he says, his voice laced with innuendo. Jack raises an eyebrow, 'Oh yeah? And what's that?' Dustin's hand slides down Jack's chest, 'Your... jersey. And maybe something else.'