Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 21:06:59 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: North Valley Football chapter 1 (Revised)

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North Valley Football -- Chapter 1

My name is Austin Petros, I am 18 years old, and I have been sent to a
parallel Earth in an alternate universe.

Why did they decide to send someone who was still in high school and with
no experience? I'm not altogether sure, but I think they wanted someone to
be able to "blend in" with the high school environment. They needed someone
who would be able to easily become a part of the "jock" crowd.

Let me back up a bit and explain: this universe is very similar to ours in
many, many ways. People live their lives, go to school, go to work, love,
live, and pay taxes. For almost every person in our world there is a
similar counterpart. It is as if this world stays "close" to ours. We have
the same countries, leaders, celebrities, sports, music, technology-- there
is almost always a parallel to our own self here as well. But there are
some peculiar differences. And those differences make all the difference in
the world!

This alternate Earth (which we call Earth-Gamma, but the locals of course
just call "Earth") has evolved to have essentially no taboos when it comes
to male sexuality. In fact, male sexuality is a part of everyday life. What
is considered merely attractive or potentially exciting here is what we
would think of as outrageously lewd, inappropriate, completely offensive,
and probably illegal at home.

I don't want to get ahead of myself, though. In this collection of files I
have collected my journal entries from the beginning of my journey,
starting with Day 1.

----------------------- Sunday, August 12, 2018 -----------------------

I begin this journal to chronicle my experiences and report back what I
have found during my yearlong stay on Earth-Gamma.

At 4:03 PM, I exited the portal inside the abandoned building so that no
one would witness my arrival. Stepping through the dimensional gateway was
not nearly as gut-wrenching as I had expected, but it did feel strange
nonetheless. All I was carrying was my large suitcase full of some clothes,
a few supplies, and my special datapad to record these journal entries. I
was on my own.

I flipped open the datapad and connected to a nearby Wi-Fi network. It
worked just the same as it did at home. Immediately, the datapad began to
connect to the appropriate mail servers and records databases, confirming
my name, my information, and all necessary details of my backstory. The
passwords and security here were identical to ours back home, so it had
been easy for our government to access whatever data it needed to complete
my identity. The datapad displayed a message. I was verified as an
official, natural-born citizen of the United States, complete with a
California drivers license (a copy of which was already in my wallet), a
fabricated (but essentially legitimate) electronic transcript from my old
high school in Idaho, and a good amount of money in my back account. I was
set.

I was one of the few persons in my own world who did not have a parallel
counterpart in this one. This allowed our government to cross-dimensionally
insert the data a few weeks back without fear of conflicting with an
existing person's data.

I immediately headed for my new home. Another field agent had set the house
up for me a couple of weeks ago: a modest place just a few blocks away. For
now, my "father" would be out of town, but in a week the field agent would
be stepping in to play the role of "Dad" to complete the illusion.

In a few minutes I reached the house. The place was nice. Clean, not too
ordinary, but nothing that would draw attention. I bounded up the stairs
and quickly found my bedroom. I immediately noticed that it was set up very
similarly to my room back home, just like I would've set it up. The
agent--correction: my "father"--was nothing if not detail-oriented.

I tossed my stuff on the bed (I needed to start thinking of it as "my" bed)
and picked up the note on my nightstand that "Dad" had left, presumably for
me to find upon my arrival at the house:

   "Austin,

		The coach has told a couple of members of the football team
to come by and help you out. They know you're just getting into town and
they wanted to help you get "adjusted" to how things work in California. I
think they believe that Idaho is fairly backward. You can use that to your
advantage while you figure out what's going on here, but don't push
it. Just go with the flow and become a full-fledged member of the
team. Hold nothing back. You'll be here for a year, so it's important that
you live and breathe this world. You'll see a lot that will shock you, but
you'll do fine. You've been screened for this. You're prepared for it.

		-- Dad

		P.S. Shred this."

Dad? Apparently the agent was getting into his role as well. I re-read the
note. Kinda nice of the guys to come over and help out. But what did he
mean by "you've been screened"? I thought about it for a bit, but then
realized that I needed to get rid of the note and get a move on.

A few minutes later, after I had found the shredder in "Dad's" office, I
returned to my room and began to change into something a bit more casual.

I looked over at myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. It's
a bit surreal looking at your reflection, knowing that this is a reflection
of yourself in an alternate universe. I shook my head and pulled my shirt
off. I played football at my old school back in my world, and I had the
body for it, too. My muscles were well-developed: I had pretty large pecs
and arms, nice abs. My skin had some tan left on it from the summer, my
light-brown body hair making just a few appearances here and there: my
crotch, my pits, and a light dusting on my legs. I knew my ass was smooth,
though -- my leg-hair didn't really spread up to my cheeks. My nipples were
firm in the cool air of my bedroom ("Dad" had left the air on). I looked
into the gray eyes of the guy in the mirror, seeing his young, handsome (so
they say) face and buzzed-short brown hair stare back at me. Hopefully I'd
be able to get along, fit in... and damned if I wasn't looking forward to
playing football again!

I had just pulled on a white T-shirt, basketball shorts, and sneakers when
the doorbell rang. My heart raced. Here we go.

I bounded down the stairs to the front door. I grabbed the door-handle,
took a quick breath, and opened the door.

"Hey," said the guy on the left. "Are you Austin Petros?"

I stared at both of the guys standing on the doorstep for about a second
before I answered, and in that brief moment, I took in everything: blond
guy on the left and dark-haired guy on the right, both muscular, both hot
as fuck. The short-haired blond guy was wearing a dark blue tanktop that
hugged his muscular torso tightly, displaying the size of his pecs, arms,
and the "V" shape of his form quite clearly. He wore a pair of black and
white spandex shorts that did nothing to hide his prominent bulge in front
-- in fact, it was clear that he was at the very least semi-hard and not at
all ashamed of his state of arousal. His dark-haired friend was wearing a
tight, black sleeveless shirt (showing off his muscular arms), and a pair
of red football pants. It was clear that he, too, was equally unashamed of
how prominently his bulge was on display. I blinked once, went with the
flow, and answered.

"Yep, that's me. You guys from the team?"

"Yep, I'm Derek Ross," the blond guy replied, and then tapped the arm of
his dark-haired buddy. "This is Jared Dolinski. We're offense like you; I'm
the starting quarterback, Jared's starting running back." He extended his
hand to me, and I shook it. He gave a strong, firm handshake, and Jared did
the same.

"Nice to have you on board," Jared said, releasing my hand, his brown eyes
glancing over my body. His voice was a little deeper than Derek's.

"Great to be here," I said, a bit nervous but trying not to show it. "It's
cool that you guys came over to say hello."

Derek nodded. "No problem... I'm glad we've got a new fullback since
Anderson graduated last year and our second-string fullback moved away."
His blue eyes glanced over me, looking at my body. "Dude, is that what they
wear in Idaho? You can't even see your bod!"

"Huh?" I looked down at my T-shirt and basketball shorts. Derek stepped
closer and leaned to the side, getting a different view of me. "The fuck,
dude! You got your ass covered? Why are you so shy?" The quarterback
casually slapped my ass. "Damn. Nice bounce on it too. They're gonna like
that!" He stepped back again. "But yeah, what's the deal man? You're on a
sports team!"

I wasn't altogether sure what he meant. "Well, I just got in now... long
flight... I hadn't really changed yet. I came down early, 'cause my dad
will be bringing the rest of my stuff when he drives down," I fabricated
further. "Actually, the airline lost my luggage, so I only had this to
wear. And.. yeah, I guess California is a little different from Idaho,
huh?"

"Fuck yeah dude. We take our service seriously here." Derek motioned to
Jared. "Turn around, man. Show him what's what."

Jared grinned slightly, his face even more handsome as he flashed his white
teeth. He turned around and put his hands on his knees, bending over
slightly and arching his back. It was all I could do not to react with
shock. The back of Jared's football pants, the part that would cover his
ass, was completely gone. Actually, it was never there to begin with,
looking at how the pants were made. His bare ass was spread wide from the
position he was in, showing off his round, muscular shape, the soft patch
of dark, trimmed hair between his cheeks, and the red silicone base of a
sex toy -- a plug? -- that was slid deep into his hole.

My cock practically jumped in my shorts. We were standing in the open
doorway, on the porch, and a hot jock was showing off his plugged ass to me
in broad daylight. I was speechless.

"Fuck yeah, man. What an amazing ass this boy has." Derek smiled and
slapped Jared's buttcheek playfully, making it bounce. The running back
groaned and pushed his ass out a bit more. Derek chuckled. "Jared is such a
slut with that hole of his... He loves those big toys--don't ya, bro?"

Jared glanced back at Derek and grinned. "Shut up, and fuck yeah I do."

Derek turned back to me. "See, we gotta be available ALL the time,
dude. Community service and school service is just as important as a game
here. We're "on duty" all the time. So we've gotta get you something new to
wear. Casual stuff for around town, your school uniform-- Hey, did they
lose your plugs too? Please tell me they didn't..."

I was still taking it all in, but I managed to answer, continuing my lie
from before. "Uh.. yeah, they lost all that too, the dumb fuckers!"

Jared had stood up straight again and turned back to face me, his bulge a
bit larger than before. "Fuck, dude," he said, glancing at my ass. "I hate
walkin' around with an empty hole, so you gotta be goin' a little crazy
now, right?"

"Heh... yeah, I definitely miss it now," I said, feigning discomfort as I
rubbed my ass.

Derek nodded, squirming his own ass a bit. "Yeah, it feels sooo fuckin'
good up in there."

Jared smirked at his teammate. "Whatever. You're on a 5 now. Wait 'til you
get to 6 or 7."

"Fuck off. I'm gonna move to a 6 after the eval."

"Yeah, Derek's butthole is too tight, so he's behind," Jared
explained. Derek, grinning, turned slightly to show me his ass. His spandex
shorts were also open in the back, prominently displaying his tan, muscular
butt. The base of a black buttplug sat just above his thighs, a few blond
hairs peeking out around it, the rest of it buried deep inside his muscular
rear. His glutes were a little more lean and smooth than Jared's, but
clearly muscular.

I held back a lustful shiver. This world was so different. And amazing.

Jared reached over and roughly smacked Derek's butt, making the quarterback
jump slightly. "Gotta catch up with the MEN on the team," Jared chided.

"Fuck you, man," Derek quipped, grinning all the while. "Just watch how I
play tomorrow with the 6 inside me." I was a little confused as to what the
numbers meant, but I assumed it had something to do with the toys buried in
their asses. "Anyway, we gotta get going if we're gonna buy everything you
need before the mall closes."

Derek turned and headed toward the silver Grand Cherokee parked in front of
the house. His bare ass flexed as he walked, the plug staying firmly in
place. Jared followed, red plug briefly peeking out between his round
cheeks. I turned, locked the door, and ran to catch up with the two perfect
asses in front of me. Derek sat in the driver's seat, Jared was shotgun,
and I sat behind Derek. The inside of the Jeep smelled like a combination
of new car and jockstrap.

"Sorry about the mess; I haven't cleaned it out since last Monday," Derek
said, starting the car. It was pretty messy, no doubt. Shirts, shorts,
underwear, textbooks, and jockstraps -- all strewn about the backseat and
floorboard. These were clearly the source of the smell. "Just move my shit
around so you have more room," he said, and started the vehicle.

I shoved some of the clothes out of my way as he pulled out into the
street. As I did so, my hand bumped against something firm and rubbery. I
saw the end of a flesh-tone dildo peeking out of the pile of used
clothes. I stared at it, disbelieving.

Jared glanced back at me from the passenger seat. "You'll like the school
uniforms we got here," he said. "They really make you feel great." Noticing
my gaze, he glanced down at the pile of clothes next to me. "Hey,
hey... There it is!" He reached back with his bare, muscular arm and picked
up the dildo. It turns out it was actually a double-ended dildo. "I
wondered where this was!" He waved it at Derek. "You steal my old training
dildo, dude?"

Derek laughed. "Hey, I needed help getting ready for the 6 tomorrow!" By
this point we had pulled onto the main highway heading toward the
mall. Other cars surrounded us as we merged.

"Yeah, but you are so bad about cleaning your toys, dude," Jared said,
sliding the length of the dildo under his nose and breathing in. "Yep,
that's QB butt-smell all over it, man... I'm gonna have to clean it off
myself. You're such a slob!"

"Yeah, but you fuckin' love it," Derek grinned.

Jared laughed and slid his tongue along the length of the toy. I couldn't
believe this was happening! There were other vehicles all around us, and
this jock was licking a double-ended dildo as casually as if it were an ice
cream cone. "Mmm, fuckin' nice." He slid one of the ends into his mouth and
proceeded to thrust it in and out of his mouth, getting it shiny with his
spit.

My cock was raging hard now, and I adjusted my shorts to allow it a bit
more room. Derek's blue eyes glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, he bitches about having to clean his toys after I use them, but he
shuts up once he gets to work," he said, grinning. Jared flipped Derek the
bird even as he twisted and thrust the dildo into his mouth, making soft
gagging noises in the car. Derek didn't have the radio on, so the sound was
distracting... and extremely hot. Derek merged onto a different highway.

"So," Derek continued, as if Jared sucking the dildo in public was the most
natural and normal thing in the world, "What's Idaho like?"

I scrambled to make conversation. "Oh.. It's pretty boring. It's not like
here." I couldn't help watching Jared as he pulled the dildo out and
slurped up the excess spit. He switched to the other end of the dildo and
began the process anew. "It's colder... and you know... I guess we just
have a different way of living." I was trying to milk the "fish out of
water" scenario as much as possible. I had a feeling I would need it.

"Yeah, the coach said we'd have to break you in easy. I know other high
schools don't have as strict of a service policy as North Valley. But
you'll learn fast. How long you been playing football?"

"Since 8th grade. I had a growth spurt that helped out a bit." This was the
truth, and it was easier to talk about it. "I worked out hard and bulked
up, and I moved more into fullback than running back after that."

"Yeah, you definitely filled out, dude. You're fuckin' NICE. Big shoulders
and legs. And everyone's gonna love that ass of yours. I can tell even
through your shorts." Derek's blue eyes glanced back at me through the
rearview mirror as he spoke. "Did your last coach have you train it up?
Coach Ruiz has a philosophy of 'big butt, loose hole,' so if it's not
trained up, I'm sure it will be."

"Uh... well, I dunno if mine is all that trained up." I was barely hanging
on to the new terminology, and Jared's sucking noises in the passenger seat
weren't helping my concentration. "I'm out of practice, I guess."

"Oh. Well, there'll be a full team eval tomorrow after school where he will
fit you with whatever you need to get you where you need to go." He flicked
on his turn signal. "I'm sure I'll be moving to a constant-6 after eval
tomorrow."

We turned into the mall parking lot as I processed everything Derek was
saying. Jared slid his tongue over the remainder of the double-ended dildo,
near the middle. The rubbery toy was shiny with his spit now. Jared hadn't
cared a whit who saw him sucking on the dildo while we drove. I was sure
the other drivers were able to see it, but I hadn't looked over at them out
of embarrassment. Jared and Derek appeared to be free of such
concerns. Jared waved the dildo at Derek, mock-scolding him.

"Maybe I should carry this with me so you don't feel the need to coat it
with your butt-juice when my back is turned." Jared poked Derek's shoulder
with the shiny toy.

Derek laughed. "Shut up. We all know you love it. That's why I don't
bother!" Derek pulled into a parking space about halfway to the
entrance. It looked like the mall was pretty busy. My heart was pounding
seeing random shoppers heading to and from their cars.

Jared laughed at Derek and slid the tip of his tongue over one end of the
dildo. He sucked it wetly, and then popped it out of his mouth. "Mmmm."
Both of them laughed as they unbuckled their seat-belts. Jared tossed the
dildo back onto the pile of Derek's clothes next to me and stepped out of
the car.

They were both going to walk into the mall with their asses on display!
This was so unbelievable to me. I sat there for a few seconds, considering
the situation. There was no backing out now. I was in, and in deep. I
opened my door, stepping out into the warm, late afternoon air. I slammed
it shut, and joined the two hot jocks as they casually strolled toward the
mall entrance.

Their asses were so round and muscular, Jared's a bit rounder and thicker
than Derek's. Their plugs never budged from their holes as they walked, the
black and red bases staying firmly between their cheeks, keeping their toys
deep inside them. We passed several people going into the mall as they were
coming out, and some of them casually looked back to see the jocks' asses,
making no attempt to hide their observations. I was hot from embarrassment,
but I was trying very hard not to show it and pretend that nothing was
unusual.

Derek and Jared, however, seemed to enjoy the attention. They walked
proudly, not exactly pushing out their asses, but definitely not attempting
to minimize their profile. I noticed that both of them were sporting
hard-ons that were even more prominent than before. Derek's was
particularly noticeable since he was wearing his white spandex
shorts. Despite all this sexual arousal, there was a certain casualness to
the situation. They were not thinking twice about the experience. This was
a typical evening for them.

"I guess we should get you some regular clothes first, since the airline
lost yours," Derek said. "We gotta get rid of those Puritan shorts and
T-shirt of yours, dude! No more of that; you're a North Valley fullback
now."

My heart raced. "Umm.... what do you think I should get?" I said, wondering
how bad this was going to get. We reached the entrance to mall and Jared
politely held the door open for me and Derek.

"Your ass is hot, dude, so you can pretty much wear anything with those
globes on display," Derek said.

The inside of the mall was well-lit and much more crowded. Tons of people
were walking about, talking to each other, carrying shopping bags, and of
course glancing over at us. I tried very hard to ignore the situation and
stop the blood from rushing to my cheeks. My cock was also beginning to
react to the situation: it was semi-hard and bouncing around in my loose
shorts as I walked.

"Definitely gotta go sleeveless," said Jared.

"Yeah, and tighter. Or maybe more 'open'," Derek said, leading the
way. "Let's start over here."

He led us quickly toward a sporty-looking store called Champions a few
hundred feet away. People stared at us casually, watching Derek and Jared,
and also glancing over at me in a more quizzical fashion.

Jared leaned toward me. "Yeah, people are trying to figure out if you're a
jock like us! Can't wait to show 'em that butt of yours."

A sudden, soft slap made Jared pause and turn around. Did someone in the
crowd just smack his ass? Both Derek and I stopped and turned to see. The
person in question was a guy to was probably in his mid-twenties, a little
stocky and average looking, wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans. Jared was
about a head taller than he was, and now I could see a slight pink mark on
Jared's right bare cheek where he had been lightly smacked. I braced for
Jared's reaction as a few people around us also stopped to watch.

"Did you smack my ass?" Jared said, staring down at him.

"Yes, I did," he said, as if he were telling him what time it was.

Jared nodded, his expression neutral. "Would you like anything else, sir?"
He was speaking so politely. Not in a submissive way, but more in a
"helpful" sense. The guy walked around Jared and slid his hand over the
jock's ass, feeling its musculature and shape.

"Bend over a bit," he said casually.

"Okay." Jared leaned forward, spreading his legs and pushing his cheeks
back and open. The plug's base was prominently on display between those
muscular globes. I found my cock getting hard despite the strangeness of
this situation. Or perhaps because of the strangeness. Some people were
watching, others uninterested.

The stocky guy gently gripped the base of the toy, and wiggled it
slightly. Jared moaned without shame.

"What size are you up to now?"

"I'm at a constant-7, max-12. Have been for the past two months," Jared
said proudly.

"Nice. Gettin' looser I see."

"Definitely. Hoping to go to a constant-8 next month, work up to max-14,
but it might be tough to get there."

The guy continued to feel Jared's ass. Beside me, Derek looked slightly
bored and began to text someone on his smartphone.

"Okay, you can stand up. Take off your shirt," the guy said.

Jared stood up straight and began to pull off his black shirt. Jared's
torso was amazing: muscular, cut, nice-sized pecs and arms. Some dark hair
dusted his chest around his nipples and a bit between his pecs. A few hairs
made a faint path below his navel, and of course the removal of his shirt
showed off his dark (but neatly sculpted) pit hair. The guy walked around
to face Jared again, looking him over. Jared watched him with casual but
attentive interest, loosely holding his shirt in one hand. Someone from the
crowd--a middle-aged man--asked a question:

"How sensitive are your nipples?"

Jared immediately answered. "Not overly sensitive, sir, but I definitely
like to have them played with." He smiled and reached up to tweak one of
them, his darker nub immediately becoming firm. I was definitely hard now.

"Okay then," said the first guy. "I'll be in touch after tomorrow. What's
your name?"

"Jared Dolinski. Number 23."

"Senior this year?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, number 23. See ya." He turned and continued on his walk through the
mall as if he had just stopped for a few minutes at a kiosk instead of
publicly examining a half-naked football player. Jared turned back to us,
leaving his shirt off and tucking part if it into the side of his football
pants, allowing it to hang there.

"They're already getting ready for the new season, dude!" he said to Derek,
lifting up his arms and flexing proudly. "Soon I'm gonna be beating them
off with a stick." I could now breathe in the subtle, manly scent of
Jared's body, and my cock was now raging hard from seeing all this
happen. I tried to adjust my shorts to hide my hardon, but didn't have a
lot of luck.

"You'll be 'beating them off,' all right," Derek said, finally looking up
from his phone, "...with your ass and mouth."

Jared laughed and patted his own ass. "You know it, bud."

"Okay, anyway, we gotta hurry," said Derek, moving toward the store again.

I followed with shirtless Jared to my right. I was silent, taking this all
in. What exactly had I just witnessed? Jared appeared to welcome the
attention, and the orders and questions didn't faze him in the
slightest. How normal was this? Did every guy in this universe act like
this? My cock got even harder, and I casually adjusted it to appear less
conspicuous.

We reached the Champions store without further incident. It looked like a
typical store with sporty, athletic wear and some regular casual
clothes. Derek led us to one side, looking up at the clothing hanging on
one wall. It looked like there were a lot of small outfits hanging up, and
then I noticed some of those partial-body mannequins wearing some of the
clothes. They were outfits like Derek's backless spandex shorts, but with
even less coverage.

Derek and Jared wasted no time in looking for some clothes for me, and I
mainly tried to think about something that would make my cock soft.

"Okay, so let's just grab a few things that'll look good on you," Derek
said. I was looking at the floor trying to imagine a cold day in
February. "I think you need something that will show off that butt of
yours," he said, sliding a few hangers on the rack as he spoke.

"Yeah, his ass is a big part of his charm," said Jared, stepping closer to
me and gripping my right buttcheek through my shorts. Any progress I'd made
on reducing my boner was immediately reversed. I could feel the heat from
Jared's naked torso. He glanced down at the tent I was making in my shorts
and grinned. "Oh nice. Do I turn you on, bud?"

He was so direct about it that it took me off guard. "Y-yeah," I answered,
forgetting for a moment we were standing in a store within earshot of
several other patrons. "Yeah, you both do." I could feel my face turning a
shade of pink.

"Awesome," Jared said. "Always good to have some compatibility!" He smacked
my ass gently. "Damn... love that bounce. Gotta lose these shorts, dude."

"Uh, yeah, I guess we'll find something else for me to wear," I said,
struggling with my embarrassment and my need to fit into this world. I
stole a glance at Jared's crotch. His bulge made it clear the running back
was enjoying the conversation and contact.

Derek turned back around and held out several small pieces of
clothing. "Hey let's start with these." He tossed them at me, and I caught
them without thinking. "Something to wear around town outside of
school. Don't worry, they'll all show off those hot cheeks. Jared, help
Petros out a bit?"

Before I knew what was happening, Jared gripped my shorts and deftly pulled
them down, effectively stripping me below the waist! "Hey, what the fuck,
dude!" I barked, my semi-hard cock bouncing in the air from the waistband
slipping over it and setting it free. My cut shaft was jutting out in front
of me, my trimmed pubic hair doing nothing to hide it. I reached down to
cover myself with the clump of clothes, unable to stop myself from being
modest. "Whoa now! Not here!" I said, glancing around, my face reddening,
but no one was really looking in our direction at the moment.

"Athletes don't use the dressing rooms in Idaho, do they, Petros?" said
Derek, chiding me. God, I knew that I wasn't supposed to be embarrassed
about this; they had gone over this in the mission objectives and education
on this world. I needed to relax... accept it. Attempting to overcome my
embarrassment, I glanced around the store to see that no one was looking in
my direction. Well, that's lucky, I suppose. Jared, however, was getting an
eyeful and a handful. I felt his strong hand slide over my naked ass.

"Fuck yeah, man," he said, his hand slapping my right cheek gently. "Look
at this ass, Derek! So big and smooth and round... so fuckin' perfect!" My
face was turning red from the attention, and my cock was responding very
quickly to the running back's touch and compliments. "I know Ruiz is gonna
want this butt trained up to the fuckin' max! You're gonna have the biggest
plugs and dildos up there, man, and you're gonna be so hard from it!" My
dick was already hard, standing tall now from Jared's teasing. I was
beginning to sweat a bit: I could feel it in my pits and between my thighs.

Derek smirked and just pointed at the outfits I was holding. "Try 'em on; I
think I got the right size for you." He turned back to look for more things
for me to try on.

I looked at the small pieces of clothing in my hands, sorting them out, and
realized that they were three different types of spandex "shorts," complete
with a full opening in the back for my ass. I was to expose my ass to the
entire town, from now on!

Groaning inwardly, I swallowed and awkwardly stepped out of my old shorts
gathered around my ankles, still wearing my shoes and socks. Jared's hand
continued to rub and squeeze my ass gently, his fingers slipping between my
cheeks briefly, getting a little wet from my butt-sweat.

"Fuck, man...," Jared groaned, sniffing his fingers. "Your butt is so
fuckin amazing! I hope you let me clean your toys for ya!" I didn't know
what to say to that, but my cock was getting harder and harder, standing
tall in front of me. I didn't have an overly long dick, but it definitely
had some girth to it.

I decided to hurry up and get the new shorts on before Jared got his hands
on my cock. I chose the dark red shorts and bent over to step into them,
maneuvering to put them on with my size-12 shoes and socks still on my big
feet. The smooth material slid over my muscular thighs and over my crotch
and ass, and after a few adjustments I discovered that they seemed to
fit... or did they?

"Damn, that's fuckin nice, man," Jared said, stepping back to look at me. I
had never worn anything like these shorts before--never anything so
revealing. I struggled with finding exactly the right position for them, as
they were cut very low in the front, showing off a bit of my sandy pubic
hair even as the shorts struggled with wrapping over my hard cock. I had
pushed my thick erection to one side, but the waistband was still very
low. I tugged at the shorts, trying to get them to come up a bit, but it
was designed so there was no extra room. The "legs" of the shorts were
barely even an inch in length, so my thighs were completely bare. And, of
course, the shorts hid nothing of my ass behind me. A contoured opening
extending to halfway around my hips placed my round cheeks and crack on
total, naked display. The shorts may have even pushed my ass up a bit to
give it little extra shape, but my ass didn't need it much.

Derek walked back toward me and stepped behind me to take a look. "Wow,
that's sick. You look awesome, man!" He grabbed my ass and squeezed it,
making my cock jump a bit. "But seriously, lose the fuckin' T-shirt. I have
a tank you can wear here." In his other hand were a few shirts he'd
selected while I was getting dressed. I thought about asking if the shorts
were really what they wanted me to wear, but I decided that would be too
risky.

"Uh, yeah... I need something better than this T-shirt," I said,
nervousness making its way into my voice despite my trying to play it
cool. I hesitated for a second, but then immediately pulled my T-shirt over
my head. I glanced around quickly as I did so, and I was relieved that no
one else was in the store aside from one employee, and he was busy at the
checkout counter. My nipples began to harden from the air conditioning.

Derek handed me a white tank top. "Here you go. If this fits, then we're
all set." The front of the tank had a picture of a mean-looking bulldog,
complete with a spiked collar, and "North Valley Bulldogs" underneath. Not
a bad mascot. I handed Derek the other shorts I was holding and began to
pull the tanktop on over my muscled torso.

Immediately I noticed that the cotton tanktop stretched to accommodate my
pecs, but it only reached about halfway down my torso. My abs and navel
were not covered at all, and the lower half of the shirt had a "ripped"
effect. I tried to pull it lower, but it just settled right back where it
was before, keeping my stomach and the lower half of my back exposed. I was
thankful that I had good abs, at least. I glanced at Derek and Jared, who
were staring at me. Immediately I flushed from embarrassment, as I realized
just how incredibly slutty I looked wearing a cut-off tanktop and tiny
assless shorts!

"Dude, that's perfect," Derek said, grinning. He slid his hand over his
crotch, cupping his growing cock while he looked me over. "NOW you look
like a North Valley fullback, man!"

"Fuck yeah, he does!" Jared was rubbing his dick through his football pants
and playing with his own nipple casually as he stared at me. "Man, I don't
wanna hold back! So fuckin' hard to do that right now."

"Uh... well, thanks!" I did like to wear tanktops back home since they
showed off my arms, but damned if this wasn't about five steps too far for
me. Despite my embarrassment, having Jared and Derek standing there looking
at me was getting me extremely horny!

Derek stopped playing with himself reluctantly. "Fuck, dude... I so wanna
lick that body of yours all over, man, but we fuckin' can't!"

"Yeah," Jared said, "Coach Ruiz was like, 'You boys know the rules, nothing
until after the evaluation!'"

"So yeah, after your eval and you've been cleared, watch out!" Derek
said. He sorted through my other new clothes in his hands. "Okay, let's
check out. These are all the same brand so there's no need to try anything
else on. You can just wear that out of the store."

"Oh... you mean I'll wear this outside?" I asked, and then added, "I
mean... they don't care if I wear it on the way out?" A stupid question; of
course the store probably wouldn't care if I wore their clothes while I
checked out, but I needed to mask my shock of wearing this outfit right
now, in public, without any warning at all.

"Sure, they don't care," Derek said and turned to head for the checkout
counter, Jared doing the same. I leaned over and grabbed my old clothes
from the carpeted floor, the cool air on my hole providing a subtle but
clear reminder of how exposed my ass was.

We approached the cashier--a cute college guy with brown hair and a
goatee. I was acutely aware of how on display I was standing in front of
him, but he didn't bat an eye at us.

"Find everything okay?" the cashier said.

"Yep," Derek said, nodding. "We just need these. It's for the Valley High
football team."

"Sure thing," said Michael. "Lots of you guys comin' in the last few days!"
He rung up the shorts and T-shirts, glancing over my body as he did
so. "New player? Haven't seen you here before."

I nodded, thinking about how obvious my cock was in my shorts. "Yeah, I
just transferred in from Idaho. First time in California!"

"Well," he said, "looks like you'll be a good addition to the team! Really
fuckin' hot, dude," he said, closing out the order on the computer. "Okay,
boys, it's all good. Total comes to 6 minutes of public service. Let's get
the new guy right up here!" He slapped the counter and stepped to the side,
bending down to get something underneath the desk. My heart began to race,
not knowing what was coming. What would I have to do now?

"Wait!" said Derek. "Austin hasn't been evaluated, so he's not cleared for
service yet."

"Oh, damn!" The cashier looked a little disappointed. "I was lookin'
forward to that big ass sliding down on this dildo!" Michael pulled out a
nice-sized, black dildo, complete with balls and a suction cup, and firmly
planted it onto the smooth countertop, fixing it in place. My heart was
pounding. I felt like I had dodged a bullet. The 10-inch silicone dildo
wobbled in the air, veins and head nicely sculpted to be as realistically
shaped as possible. "So, whose gonna do it then?" He looked back and forth
between Jared and Derek expectantly.

"Dude," Jared elbowed the quarterback, "you're wanting to get to a
constant-6 tomorrow, so show us what you've got!"

"Shut up!" Derek grinned, shoving him back. "I'll fuckin' do it, man, and
I'll do it better than you ever could!" He immediately gripped the bottom
of his tight tanktop and peeled it off his muscled, athletic torso. Derek's
body was smooth and just a little tan, his athletic pecs and pink nipples
having no hair at all, but the slightest amount of blond hair peeking out
the top of his shorts. My cock immediately responded, stretching my tiny,
humiliating shorts even more. I adjusted them slightly, barely keeping it
hidden.

Derek tossed his tanktop to Jared and wasted no time peeling off his own
shorts, sliding them down to his shoes and stepping out of them
proudly. His cut cock was already hard and standing tall, his crotch and
balls dusted with short blond hairs. He did absolutely nothing to hide his
full, naked erection, and casually tossed his shorts to Jared.

"Okay, man, how do you want me?" Derek asked the cashier, reaching down to
rub his balls gently, stretching them after being trapped in his shorts.

"Squat down on this dildo," Michael said, his hand covering the black dildo
with clear lube. "You know the drill; don't hold anything back. Show me how
slutty you Bulldogs really are!"

Derek grinned. "Fuck yeah, I will!" He immediately threw one leg over the
countertop and pulled himself up onto it next to the dildo. He moved his
feet up underneath him, semi-squatting in his sneakers and socks. I
suddenly remembered the plug that was already up his ass, but Derek was one
step ahead of me. He faced me and Jared, planted his feet firmly, and
squatted down, the base of his black plug almost touching the counter. He
steadied himself with his strong hands and arms on the counter, and looked
right at me as he grunted. "Mmm, fuck yeah..."

His plug began to slide out of his ass without him touching it. The flat
base moved lower, and I could see that the lowest part of the plug was
narrow, but just above it was thicker... and veiny. The base touched the
countertop, and then the quarterback lifted his ass up, his pink hole
sliding up and off a dildo-shaped plug that had probably been up his ass
for hours at this point. The "veins" glistened in the light of the store,
and his pucker winked and tried to close in the air above it. At the base
of the dildo-plug was a white number "5," and I couldn't help but notice
that it seemed to be very close to five inches in insertable length.

"Fuck," Jared whispered under his breath, staring at Derek's glistening
butt-toy standing on the counter just a foot or so away from the bigger
dildo, Derek still squatting a few inches over it with his cock raging
hard. Jared was rubbing his own crotch as he watched.

Michael was watching Derek carefully. "Go on," he said, pulling out his
smartphone and pressing Record in his video app. "You've still got five
more minutes."

"Yes, sir!" Derek said with obvious eagerness. He rose up on the counter
slightly and stepped back, steadying himself with one knee on the counter
briefly, and then hovered his gaping hole directly over the bigger
dildo. His pink opening gasped at the air, tiny wisps of a few blond, wet
hairs around it and on his taint. He looked right at the cashier and
grabbed the base of the dildo with both hands, his hard cock throbbing in
the cool air. "Bulldogs are the biggest fuckin' sluts in the state!" The
quarterback bared his teeth, lowered his ass, and slid his gaping pucker
onto the head of the black dildo.

My cock was so hard it was almost hurting, throbbing inside my shorts even
as it was pushed to the side, precum oozing. I could hardly breathe, and in
the store it was like time was standing still in the midst of the busy
shopping mall. An announcement came over the loudspeaker that the mall was
closing in 15 minutes, but I barely noticed. No one here was paying
attention to that.

At this point, Jared had already reached over and grabbed Derek's
dildo-plug, now standing by itself, and had shoved it into his own
mouth. "Mmmm glhg..." He groaned to himself as he began to fuck his mouth
with it, slurping at and tasting a whole day of his bud's hot ass on that
used toy. He reached up to tweak his own nipples as he slurped and watched.

Meanwhile, my cock was aching. This was all too much to take in; I couldn't
control myself and began to gently rub the head through my micro-shorts. I
was starting to sweat again.

Derek wasn't stopping. His pink hole stretched around the dildo and slid
lower and lower, his muscular cheeks taking more and more of that big
toy. He grunted, moving a bit more slowly as he approached the bottom, but
finally he hit the base of the toy, his taint landing firmly on the
silicone "balls." He looked at Michael again, staring right into the
phone's tiny, high-definition camera lens, his cock hard as a rock and
oozing precum onto the counter.

"You wanna see how much of a slut I am? How a Bulldog quarterback takes a
big dick?" Derek moved his arms up to flex them in a double-bicep pose,
flashing his blond pits. The cashier continued to record, capturing every
moment of the teenager's public performance.

Derek didn't wait for an answer. He placed his hands on the counter,
steadying himself, and then immediately began to lift his ass up, sliding
his hole up the length of the toy. Not missing a beat, he lowered himself
right back down again, the dildo invading him fully and deeply. "Oh,
fuck... god, this dildo feels so fuckin' good..." He groaned and began to
fuck himself on it again, and again, and again. In mere moments, the
quarterback had set up a hard, eager rhythm of impaling himself on the
dildo, the squelching, sloppy noise of the dildo sliding deep into his
perfect ass filling our ears.

Michael moved a bit closer with his phone, still recording. "Good. Don't
hold back, Derek. My buds on Facebook are gonna love this vid of you. Make
it good!"

Derek groaned, putting one hand behind his head and flexing his arm
slightly as he fucked himself, clearly showing off his blond, sweaty
pit. "Fuck yeah, I can't get enough of this dildo," he gasped between
bounces. "It's getting me... god, it's getting me so close... oh fuck..."
He gasped, closing his eyes, his throbbing cock standing tall, dripping
with precum. "I'm so close... so close..."

"Close, huh?" Michael murmured, moving his free hand to lightly brush the
underside of Derek's cock, stroking it with one finger, twice.

"FUCK... don't stop, don't stop!" Derek shouted, but Michael pulled
back. It didn't matter though. "Oh god... I'm cumming! Fuck... here I
go... fuck!!!!" Derek's cock spurted out a wet rope of hot cum, the first
one landing all over his chest. Further volleys of seed shot all over the
counter and onto the carpet near our feet. He groaned and shivered all over
with pleasure, never touching his own cock throughout his orgasm. Derek
kept fucking himself, never stopping even as he came.

It was all I could do not to cum right there on the spot. I had to ball my
hands into fists and put them behind my back. Derek really knew how to put
on a show.

Jared popped Derek's shiny dildo-plug out of his mouth. "Holy fuck, man."
He was breathing hard, his own cock straining against his football pants.

The sweaty, cum-covered quarterback slowed his self-fucking to a complete
stop. Moaning, he eased his perfect ass off the dildo, leaving the big toy
shiny and wavering slightly in the open air of the store. His pink hole
gaped and gripped at empty air. He panted, wiping some sweat off his
forehead with his arm while he squatted on the counter.

"Would you like anything else?" he said, cum dripping down his chest.

"That's all," said the cashier, turning off the recording. "I'll be able to
sell that dildo for a nice profit now that it's explored the depths of your
ass. Of course I'll upload this so everyone can see it!" He grinned,
putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Perfect," said Derek, sliding off the counter and standing up, his cock
still hard. "It's been a few weeks since I've had such a big dildo up my
ass, man. It felt so fuckin' good up there -- hit all my sweet spots!" He
reached back and gripped his own ass.

Jared watched his friend, grinning. "I know what you need now!" he
chuckled, reaching out to steady Derek by gripping his shoulder and then
sliding the spit-covered plug back inside the quarterback's ass. Derek
groaned as the his ass easily engulfed the dildo-plug and immediately
settled it back into its place within him. He grinned and wiggled his butt.

"That's better," Derek said, bending down to pick up his shorts and tanktop
off the carpeted floor. "Damn, I shot all over the place!"

"Here you go," the cashier said, handing my bag of clothing to me. "All
paid in service."

"Thank you," I said, a bit shakily, taking it from him.

Derek laughed and smacked my bare ass. "I guess that really turned you on,
huh?" He stepped into his shorts and began to slide them up his muscular
legs. "I mean, your dick is just about to pop out!"

I gulped quietly, nodded. "Yeah, that was... wow..." I was practically
speechless.

"Don't worry, man," said Jared, sliding his arm around my shoulders. His
skin was warm and smooth against mine. "You'll get your chance soon! You're
gonna get so many service requests!"

"Fuck yeah, he will," Derek said, adjusting his shorts to fit over his
semi-hard dick. He hadn't bothered wiping the cum off his cock, and his
chest still had splatters his cum on it, now clearer and sliding down his
abs. He didn't put his tanktop back on, but tucked it into the side of his
shorts like Jared had with his. "I know everyone's gonna want a taste of
that fullback body: ass, cock, face, nipples, pits... it's all so fuckin'
hot!"

"Thanks, man," I said, smiling a little at Derek's compliment. I wasn't
sure what to say at this point. Jared patted my shoulder and stepped back,
idly stretching his arms a bit.

"Okay," Derek said, "now that we've got you some real clothes, I guess
that's enough for today."

We left the store, and we walked through the mostly empty mall back toward
the entrance. Derek did nothing to stop the cum from dripping down his
chest and soaking into the top of his shorts. I could smell his sweat and
cum now, and it was intoxicating.

"Oh yeah," Derek said. "So, tomorrow morning after your eval, they'll fit
you with your school uniform. I don't know how you did things in Idaho, but
here, the athletes have a uniform we wear the whole school year, with
special changes or unique uniforms depending on the day and according to
what the coach wants. You wear your training plug constantly except for
when you're in class where the seat plugs will replace it. And of course,
coach's rules or special situations overrule that. It's all pretty standard
stuff."

"Yeah," said Jared, "and practice is at 6 AM every morning before school
and for the last period of the day. You'll be given your showering days
tomorrow, too."

"Showering days?" I asked. I was thankful that there was hardly anyone in
the mall now since it was closing, so few people were around to see my new
attire.

"Yeah, in the morning, we have days assigned when we shower after morning
practice. We rotate, so there's usually about a third of us staying sweaty
throughout the day and the rest of us are clean."

"Yeah," said Derek, holding the door for us as we left the mall. "It all
depends on what the coach decides, too. Sometimes none of us shower on game
day... or we have a day where we all do. Or some other reason..."

"Regardless, throw out any deodorant you have if you use it. None of that
here!" Jared said, laughing. "We just keep ourselves clean so we don't
smell bad -- or just enough to have that jock scent that Derek loves so
much." He lifted up his arm and sniffed his dark-haired pit.

Derek laughed and didn't respond to Jared's jibe any further. We had just
reached Derek's vehicle. The sun was low in the sky, and the summer day was
coming to an end soon. We climbed into the Jeep with me in the back again.

The trip home was less eventful, and for that I was somewhat
thankful. Jared didn't suck on any dildos this time, and we mainly listened
to some of Derek's alternative rock music. It was almost like the guys
hadn't been practically naked in public and Derek hadn't ridden a dildo in
on a store counter not fifteen minutes before. I had almost forgotten that
I was wearing an incredibly revealing outfit.

We pulled up to my house, and Derek parked in front. He turned around
slightly in the driver's seat to face me, and I could still see some of his
cum glistening on his chest.

"Awesome meeting you, dude," he said, reaching back to shake my hand. Jared
did the same. "The bus probably won't be assigned to your house yet, so
we'll pick you up tomorrow morning at 5:45."

"Yeah," said Jared, "you can wear one of these outfits that we bought, but
after the eval you'll have the school uniform from then on. We're all
getting new uniforms, actually! I've heard they're pretty cool."

Trying to ignore the small sense of dread I felt as Jared discussed the
uniforms, I shook Derek's hand, then Jared's. "Thanks, you guys. You do
quite a few things differently here, so you've been a big help!"

I opened the door and stepped out of the car with my bag, closing the
door. The vehicle pulled away and drove off, and I was left with my own
thoughts. I felt pretty good about the situation; these were some pretty
cool guys, and I hoped that the other team members were just as cool. I
knew that tomorrow was going to be intense. Totally new situation, new
rules, new expectations. This was nothing like my previous high school
football experience. But this is how it was going to be. For a year!

Suddenly I realized that I was essentially half-naked and standing on the
sidewalk outside my house. I quickly turned and headed for the door,
fumbling for my keys that were still in my old shorts. Derek had shoved
them into the shopping bag. I unlocked the door and entered, closing and
locking the door behind me.

I sighed, took a deep breath, and bounded up the stairs to my room. Today
was Day One of my new life, and I would do my best to make it work. I was a
North Valley High School football player now--a Bulldog--and things would
never be the same again.

......

To be continued.

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