Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 14:35:46 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: North Valley Football chapter 2

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North Valley Football -- Chapter 2

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Monday, August 13, 2018
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Last night, I had discovered that my smart phone had a signal and worked
just fine here, so I set up my daily alarm like usual. When it went off at
5 AM, I almost forgot that I was in a different place. My thoughts landed
on the day ahead, and immediately a small jolt of adrenaline shot through
me. I knew that today was going to be intense.

Yesterday had been an incredible experience, and to be honest, I couldn't
help jacking off a couple of times after I had gotten home. Derek and Jared
were so hot and sexy, and the things I saw them do... well, I couldn't hold
back any more. After my second orgasm for the evening, I got sleepy and
decided to go to bed early knowing I had to get up for team orientation and
my evaluation. Plus, apparently the trip through the portal and the
excitement of the day had taken a lot out of me. But now, my first day at
North Valley High School was now staring me in the face.

I jumped out of bed and bounded down the stairs to make myself some
breakfast. I quickly ate, showered (remembering not to use any deodorant),
and shaved my face down to a bit of stubble on my chin. I still had to
decide on what I would wear, and so I pulled out my new clothes, sorted
through them, and in the end made my decision. My shirt would be a
form-fitting black tanktop with "BULLDOGS" in white block letters on the
front. It was the longest of the tanktops that Derek had gotten me, but it
still left a few inches of skin showing at the bottom. If I stretched my
arms up or moved much at all, the tank would slide up my torso to reveal my
navel and stayed there. I kept having to adjust it and pull it down a
bit. The shorts I selected were dark red with a white, scowling bulldog's
face right on my crotch. My big, muscular ass was exposed in the back, but
at least the shorts weren't quite as small as the shorts I wore last
night. They were still just as tight, firmly hugging my hips, thighs, and
bulge. Regardless, I knew that this would be the last time I would wear
this sort of clothing to school: we were supposed to get our school
uniforms today.

I had barely selected my outfit and pulled on my white socks and tennis
shoes when I heard a honk from outside. I grabbed my bookbag and phone and
headed downstairs.

My stomach had butterflies in it as I opened the front door and stepped
out. In the cool gray light of the morning I could see Derek's vehicle
idling on the side of the street, and Jared's handsome face grinning at me
from the passenger side. I locked the front door and bounded for the Jeep,
acutely aware of my exposed ass and how my shirt rode up even more as I
jogged toward them. I opened the back door, threw my bookbag in, and
climbed into the backseat.

"Morning," said Derek, looking back at me. "Lookin' GOOD there, Petros!"

"Thanks," I said, noticing that Derek was wearing a gray sleeveless shirt
and a black jockstrap. "You too," I said a bit more quietly. I adjusted my
tanktop again and buckled up, feeling the cool seat on my bare ass.

"Hey, what's up," Jared said, looking back at me flashing me his grin
again, and then yawned, stretching. He was wearing a dark green shirt with
sleeves open almost to his waist. "Fuck, I hate getting up this early." He
yawned again and then relaxed, putting his hands on his black spandex
shorts, rubbing his bulge idly.

Derek pulled the Jeep away from the curb. It was early, and we were all a
little more subdued than usual, even though my heart was pounding in my
chest.

"So," I said, after a few moments, "what's the first thing for today?"

"The Coach'll give his official opening lecture about everything," said
Derek, "so it's not too exciting, but after that come the evals."

"Fuck, man," Jared said, reaching down between his legs, under his
bulge. "I couldn't sleep without my plug in!"

"Yeah, it took me a while, too," said Derek. "My butt feels so empty
without it." He turned onto the highway, heading in a different direction
than he did last night.

"I hate having to go without it before evals, dude. It always makes me so
fuckin' eager to get pounded and filled again. You know they do this on
purpose, man!"

Derek laughed. "It's just to make sure the size isn't too big for you. I'm
sure your slutty ass will be all good after you get in class."

"No dude," Jared said, playing with his own nipples, "I'm gonna be like
this all day now."

Derek laughed again. "Shut up! Austin's gonna think you're a dork."

Jared laughed and relaxed again. He counted on his fingers. "So lemme
think, who's new to first string this year? Vinny, Will, Cesar... I think
that's it, right?"

"Yeah, that's all the offense. I'm tryin' to remember who's new on
defense. Dewayne, that Wilson kid, Leo... Hey, Kyle's brother is starting
in JV! He says he's pretty good."

They talked more about all the different players, who was moving to first
string, and who was new, but I couldn't keep all the new names straight. I
tried to relax and watch where we were going.

It wasn't long before we reached the high school. It was getting a bit
brighter outside as Derek pulled into the school parking lot and circled
around toward the football field. A few other vehicles were also pulling
in, and I could see some other guys -- I assumed they were football players
as well -- heading for the locker room entrance beneath the bleachers. It
seemed like all of them had their bare asses on display. I saw a couple of
guys saying goodbye to their parents as they dropped them off.

Derek pulled into a space and turned off the Jeep, and we immediately got
out of the vehicle. My heart was racing even faster now. The cool air was
hardening my nipples in my tanktop, and I tried very hard to be calm and
collected. I slung my bookbag over my shoulder and followed Derek and
Jared. Their asses were just as hot as ever, but I was too nervous to get
hard right now. They said hello to a few guys as they walked in. All of
them were dressed similarly to us, so I didn't feel quite so out of place.

Suddenly I heard my name.

"Hey! Are you Austin Petros?" It was a deep voice, older.

I turned to see who had shouted that, and walking toward me from the
parking lot was a man, probably mid-30s, Latino, dressed in a red polo
shirt and tight shorts. He was big and muscular, with a little extra layer
of beef. His dark goatee was neatly trimmed and complimented his dark
handsome face quite well. He wore a whistle around his neck and was
carrying some folders and a clipboard. This had to be one of the coaches.

"Um, yes sir, that's me!" I was immediately embarrassed having him see me
like this, my ass out in the open air, but I quickly attempted to suppress
it. I knew he saw the other guys like this all the time, and besides, my
coaches had seen me naked tons of times in the past. Of course, this outfit
was a little different from the casual nakedness of the locker rooms I've
been in before. He stepped toward me and extended his hand.

"I'm Coach Ruiz, nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand firmly as I
offered it. "I recognized you from your MaxPreps profile. Glad to have you
on the team."

I gulped, almost audibly. "Glad to be here, sir," I said.

"I don't often make someone first string immediately after transferring in
and without going to summer practice, but your record was good enough to do
just that," he said, his brown eyes looking me over. "Of course, you know
about the transfer sit-out period, right?"

"Yes, sir. I think I won't be able to play until the first of October?"

"That's right. You'll practice with the team but you won't get to play in
any games until then. That'll be the Homecoming game."

I nodded, relieved we were talking about football. "That's fine with me."

"Until then, one of our second-string running backs, Jamal Booker, is gonna
fill your place. He was gonna be the starting fullback until you
transferred in, but he's better as a running back anway." He looked me
over. "Looks like you've got a nice body, too. How much service did you do
in Idaho?"

I think I knew what he meant by "service" given my experience with Derek
and Jared last night. My face immediately reddened, and my heart raced
again. "Um... well, I guess not too much. It's not like it is here. It was
different..."

Coach Ruiz nodded. "Well, don't worry; I'll make sure you're up to speed
and trained how you should be trained. We're proud of the service that our
boys provide, and I'll put you on the right track. Anyway, we'll talk more
about it during the eval."

I nodded in response, not sure what to say. "Thank you, sir."

"Go on and head inside. And no fooling around before your evaluation!" He
started to flip through his folder, and I turned and continued my walk
toward the locker room, my heart pounding even more. At this point it
looked like everyone else had made their way inside. I reached the door and
took a quick breath as I cracked it open. I could tell the temperature of
the room was much warmer than outside, and the hot smell of sweaty guys hit
my nostrils like a freight train. I could feel my cock getting a little
thicker in my shorts, pushing the face of the bulldog out a bit. The air
from inside was humid and filled with the sound of laugher, talking, and
joking. I steeled myself and stepped inside.

The locker room was huge, smelled like a used jockstrap, and was packed
with dozens of guys. Everywhere I looked, I saw scantily-dressed,
half-naked guys milling around, talking, and joking with each other. By and
large, they were all extremely hot: athletic wide receivers, muscular
running backs, beefier linebackers... the full gamut of body types was
here, all ages from freshmen to seniors. And like every football team,
there were plenty of Black guys, White guys, Latino guys, and a few Asian
guys as well.

They weren't just hanging out together and keeping their distance from each
other, either. Everywhere I looked, muscular arms were wrapped around wide
shoulders, hands casually touching chests, feeling biceps, tweaking
nipples, and cupping bulges. Some of the guys were having their bare asses
caressed and explored by their buddies. All this was happening casually, as
if this were the most normal thing in the world. They were talking about
their summer, stuff their family did together, how lame a teacher was, how
fuckin' early it was -- practically everything.

Quite a few of the players had turned to look at me, their eyes glancing
over my body. "Oooowww! Fuck yeah, dude," one of them called out, grinning
at me. Others joined in and whistled, and I flushed red and made my way
over to where Derek and Jared were standing. They were against the lockers
in the middle of the room, laughing and talking with a few guys. Jared saw
me coming and motioned me over.

"Hey, this is Austin Petros," he said, introducing me to his friends. "He's
gonna be the new starting fullback."

"Oh yeah, I heard we got a new one," said the shorter, dark-haired guy next
to him. He was tan, very muscular, and had sexy designs and beautiful male
angels tattooed all over his body. He was wearing a dark red tanktop that
could barely be called a shirt: it didn't even reach down over his pecs, so
his nipples (one of them surrounded by an intricate tattoo) were on full
display. Wrapped around his ample package was a white mesh bikini-like
brief with no rear. He extended his hand. "I'm Vinny Marconato, starting
tight end." His light-brown eyes and prominent nose only made him all the
hotter.

I shook his hand. "Hey, nice to meet you." I couldn't help but stare at his
body. Sexy dark hair traced down from his navel to his crotch, spreading
out a bit above top of his briefs. His pecs were smooth and his tiny
nipples were hard even in the warm air. He looked me over and grinned, his
big smile lighting up his face.

"Damn, we've got a hot one this year!" he said, and without hesitating he
gripped the bottom of my tanktop and lifted it up over my pecs, revealing
my chest. His thumbs rubbed over my nipples and I couldn't help but
gasp. "And he loves his nipples like I love mine!" My cock immediately
began to respond to Vinny's touch.

"Hey," said Jared, "we all love our nipples!" He started playing with his
own, as if to demonstrate.

Vinny laughed and leaned forward to kiss my left pec. He stopped teasing my
nipples and lifted his arms to flex his big biceps, showing off his dark,
curly pits. "Welcome to the offensive team, man. Like the view?"

"Don't pay any attention to Vinny, dude," said Jared, placing his hand on
Vinny's face and playfully shoving him away. "He's all full of
himself. Thinks he's hot shit since he's first string in his junior year."

I laughed as Vinny slapped Jared's hand out of his face, still
smiling. "You know I'm awesome," he said. "You're gonna love slurpin' on my
plug every day, Dolinski!"

"Shut up!" Jared shoved him again, but laughed along with him.

Another guy stepped forward, tall and athletic build, light brown hair,
very handsome. So was his (clearly) identical twin right beside him. "Hey,
I'm Noah, and this is Nathan. We're both wide receiver." I shook his hand
and then his brother's. They were both shirtless, displaying their smooth
chests and athletic arms, and each wore an identical pair of dark blue
spandex shorts. I caught a glimpse of Nathan's bare hip, so it was clear
that their shorts were open in the back like mine.

"Great to meet you," I said.

They both nodded at the same time. "Great to have you on board," Nathan
said, his hand sliding around his brother's waist. Noah grinned and wrapped
his arm around his brother as well, pulling him close, their naked torsos
freely touching without hesitation.

"Damn," Noah said to Jared and Vinny, "this stupid no-plug thing is makin'
us horny as fuck! We've been teasing each other all morning."

Jared nodded. "Yeah, we were talking about that on the way here. I feel so
empty and horny, man."

"Oh I know!" Vinny said, pushing out his ass and wiggling it some. "I made
my little brother finger me in the car on the way over."

"Oh fuck, your parents made your brother get up this early too?" Nathan
said, reaching his hand into Noah's shorts and stroking his twin's shaft.

"Nah, he's got practice this morning too at the middle school. He's on the
wrestling team."

"Hey didn't you wrestle your freshman year?" asked Nathan, Noah leaning
back and kissing him on the cheek while his brother teased him.

"Yeah, but I didn't like it. Coach Hoff was a total fuckwad. He was hot as
hell and I would sit on that big cock any day of the week, but he had it
out for me."

"Yeah, he really didn't like you for some reason," said Jared, sliding his
hand down Vinny's back to slip a finger into his crack. "Mmm, you're
letting your hair grow out now."

"Yeah, I didn't have it cut this summer," Vinny said, widening his stance
so Jared had easier access. "I like how it feels, plus... well, you know,
Pitta never shaved his hole! Don't see why I should. Oh yeah... that feels
good, man." He paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of Jared's finger
rubbing his hole. "Anyway, Hoff didn't like me cause I didn't follow his
stupid diet. It's not like I didn't eat right, but I wanted to move *up* in
a weight class, not down. Anyway, I'm much bigger like I want now, and I
like football way better."

I was somewhat stunned by the conversation. I had just learned so much more
about this world in the past minute. The twins were openly playing with
each other's dicks right in front of me, Vinny's brother was fine with
fingering his brother's hole... and was Vinny talking about Dennis Pitta,
the NFL tight end that just retired this year?

Throughout all this, Derek was leaning back on the lockers behind Vinny,
just listening to the conversation. His thoughts seemed to be
elsewhere. But then I noticed him look toward the door and stand up
straight. "Hey," he said to us, nodding toward the entrance. We all looked
over at the door to see Coach Ruiz stepping inside.

The coach raised his hand up in the air, looking around at all of the
players. We all fell silent except for a couple of guys joking in the
corner, and a quiet look from Ruiz quickly silenced them as well. He paused
for a few moments, and I could hear the sound of the vents running in the
ceiling as we all waited.

"Are you dirty fucks ready to go all the way to STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS THIS
YEAR?!" he shouted, and immediately everyone began to yell and shout and
howl. I joined in, swept up in the moment. Despite this world being very
sexual in ways I couldn't even imagine before today, it was still football,
and football was awesome. After a few moments, everyone quieted down again,
this time with a little more energy in the room.

"That's the plan, boys. Last year we almost made it, but we've got a STRONG
team this year! Are we STRONG?"

Immediately we all hollered back at him, a lot of the guys flexing and
shouting, "Fuck yeah we are, coach!"

Coach Ruiz proceeded to give us all a speech about our strengths as a team,
our advantages, and the things we needed to work on and improve. We had
lots of opportunities to yell and show our team spirit throughout. Vinny,
the twins, Jared, and I eventually settled down on the bench to listen,
Vinny and Jared on either side of me. They casually touched my body
throughout, putting their arms around me from time to time, and it wasn't
long before I was doing the same to them. It wasn't a sexual thing; it was
their way of treating me as part of the team, I think. But then again,
Vinny played with my nipples here and there, so yeah, it was sexual too.

By the time the coach's speech was over, I was a little hoarse from yelling
in the humid air. We were all sweating from everyone being crammed into a
locker room against each other. I have to say I was impressed. This part
was familiar to me. I knew about football, and this camaraderie was what
football was all about. I felt much more relaxed now, and I was excited to
start practicing with these guys and getting to know them.

"Okay, boys," Coach Ruiz said, looking at his clipboard. "Break up into
your teams. Varsity players! Starting players are evaluated first. Offense
evaluation is in the weight room, defense will be in Room 4. ALL special
teams are in Room 6, no matter which string you are. All the rest of the
second-string players, go get your school uniforms in the gym while the
starting players are having their evals. Then you'll switch up once they're
finished. JV players! You'll get your school uniforms first, and then
you'll be evaluated in Rooms 3 and 5. See Coach Wierman for your room
assignments once you get there. GET TO IT!" He blew his whistle, and
immediately everyone picked up their bookbags and began to shuffle out the
door.

My heart began to pound. Coach Ruiz's rousing speech had made me forget
what was coming! I grabbed my bookbag and joined the throng, following my
group out.

The sun was up now, and it was getting a bit warmer. My team didn't have
far to walk: the weight room was just across the breezeway from the locker
room. The rest of the team was heading back toward the main building of the
school by crossing the football field, and I guessed that they would be
evaluated there. I watched the crowd of bare-assed players walking across
the dew-covered football field for a moment, enjoying the view, but then I
quickly steeled myself and followed my group into the weight room.

The weight room was actually pretty impressive. There were lots of
nicely-arranged free weights, racks, and a few Smith machines in a long
room with a floor-to-ceiling mirror covering one of the longer walls,
making it seem like the room was double its actual size. The weights looked
like they were used constantly. There were eleven players in my
first-string group, naturally, and we all filed in and gathered in the
center of the room. A young red-haired student with a short stack of papers
and a clipboard was standing near a squat rack that had been pulled off to
the side closer to the mirrored wall. The other players greeted him, and
his red Bulldogs T-shirt seemed to demonstrate that he helped with the
football team (maybe a statistician?).

The floor in this area covered by a large, firm mat. The other players sat
down in a haphazard half-circle in front of the rack, and I joined them,
sitting next to Derek and another guy that I didn't know: a young, sexy
Latino player in a white sleeveless shirt and red spandex shorts. He was
very muscular with short curly hair and a couple of tattoos on his big
arms.

I didn't get a chance to talk with him because Coach Ruiz entered from the
breezeway and shut the door. My heart was pounding as I realized Ruiz was
going to be doing our evaluations. He walked over to the rack and set a
duffle bag on the floor next to him, glancing over his clipboard.

"Let's hurry up and get started," he said, looking down at his
clipboard. "Marconato!"

Vinny grinned and stood up. The Italian tight end sensuously pulled off his
hardly-there T-shirt and tossed it aside. His back had an excellent V-shape
and musculature, and his round butt looked amazing from this angle. We all
watched him as he bent over and slid his backless briefs off, kicking them
to the side. He stepped over to the rack and turned to face us, standing
directly under the built-in pullup bar, naked save for his shoes and
socks. Freed of the mesh briefs, his thick, cut cock was quickly hardening,
getting taller and rising up toward the ceiling. A short patch of dark,
curly hair surrounded the base of it, his ample balls dusted with a bit of
hair as well. Vinny reached up to grip the pullup bar with both hands,
simply holding onto it, standing straight and displaying his curly pits as
a matter of course. With the mirror behind him, we could see every inch of
his sexy body, front and back. He glanced at the coach and then at us,
grinning a bit. His cock was at this point fully erect, standing tall and
proud in front of him.

Despite my nervousness, I was getting pretty turned on watching Vinny strip
and stand there like that, his erection on display. A couple of the other
guys I didn't know yet were already rubbing their crotches while they
watched. Everyone else was watching him just as closely. The coach walked
up to Vinny, looking him over briefly before he spoke.

"So, Marconato," he said, "welcome to the first-string offensive team." He
cupped Vinny's left buttcheek with his big hand. "I guess you're pretty
excited about that."

"Yes, sir," he said, squirming slightly and making his erection wobble in
the air. "I am; I really love to play, and I'm glad I get to be first
string as a junior!"

The coach leaned down into Vinny's left armpit, the curly hairs brushing
against his nose and lips. He breathed in deeply. "Very nice body scent,
Marconato. Very masculine, sexy." He squeezed Vinny's biceps, pecs, and
buttcheeks appraisingly. "Good musculature. I can see how much work you put
into the gym this summer."

"Thank you," Vinny said, pushing out his chest a little bit more and
pushing back his ass.

"And look at this!" The coach gave the tight end's thick cock a light,
playful slap, watching as it bounced briefly and then returned to its tall
stance at full arousal. "It's gotten even thicker from what I saw last
year. You're still growing."

"Yes sir, I love my thick cock!" Vinny said proudly. The coach smiled very
slightly.

"Looks like you really enjoy your teammates looking at your body, too." He
turned to look at the rest of us. A lot of us, myself included, were
stroking our cocks through our shorts. The twins had just pulled their
dicks out and were stroking them, leaning against each other while they
watched.

"Yes, sir, I do... I love it when anyone appreciates my body!" Vinny looked
at us, making eye contact with several guys and making his cock bounce by
flexing his pelvic muscles.

The coach nodded, referring to his clipboard again. "I have a lot of
comments from community members about your services from the summer break,
saying, 'Vinny was such a cocky little fuck. I loved worshipping his
perfect body,' and 'He loved showing off for me.' Lots of comments like
that." His free hand was rubbing Vinny's ass and sliding up his muscular
back.

"Yes, sir. I got a lot of requests for that and for having a cocky
attitude!" Vinny was looking in our direction during the conversation,
mostly, but he would glance over at the coach from time to time.

"I'm sure you did! You definitely stepped up to the plate with those
services, Marconato." The coach slid his hand over Vinny's chest, tweaking
his nipples slightly. Vinny groaned softly and squirmed his tattooed form
again. "But, I also have some other comments here I'll be reading you and
the team. But before that, you haven't been sized for the semester
yet. Let's get you ready first." Vinny looked a little concerned at the
coach's tone. The coach turned to the red-haired student.

"Gareth, do you have the sizer ready?"

The student (clearly named Gareth) nodded in response.

"Good, let's get his legs up."

The coach stepped back to give Gareth room as he slid a tall, padded stool
over and placed it just in front of Vinny, who seemed to know what to do
next. The tight end never let go of the pull-up bar, but he pulled his body
up slightly and then swung forward to plant his rear onto the stool, his
torso leaning back. He spread his legs open, and the coach and Gareth
quickly grabbed one leg each and pulled them wider apart and higher
up. Vinny adjusted his body so he was resting on the small of his
back. Gareth and Coach Ruiz put Vinny's ankles into two velcro loops
attached to the rack, holding his legs wide open and placing his hole on
prominent display. Vinny hung tight to the pull-up bar, keeping himself in
place. It looked like it wasn't too hard for him hold himself this way
since most of his weight was on the stool.

I couldn't help but stare at the tight end's sweaty hole spread wide and on
display before us. Tiny curls of sexy hair surrounded Vinny's pink orifice,
perfectly framed by his smooth, muscular cheeks, fuzzy balls, and thick
erection. Coach Ruiz moved around to Vinny's side and reached one of his
strong hand down to casually slide a couple of fingers over the junior's
hole. The coach gently slipped his fingertip into that pink opening. Vinny
groaned softly, wiggling his strong legs, pushing onto the coach's
finger. My cock was raging hard in my tight shorts.

"Eager fuck, aren't you, Vinny?" the coach said, chuckling a bit.

"Yes sir, I am!" Vinny squirmed a bit more, not in the least bit hesitant
to announce his desire.

Gareth, meanwhile, had walked up on the other side of Vinny, between us and
his spread legs, and held up an interesting device. It looked like a
high-tech sex toy: a tiny, red dildo was at one end, and a molded handle
with several buttons and a small LCD display at the other. I guessed that
this was the "sizer" that the coach asked about. The tiny dildo was very
shiny and looked like it was coated in lube.

"Let's see what this ass of yours will be able to handle this semester,"
said the coach, removing his fingers and looking at Gareth. "Go ahead and
start with a 3. He can handle it."

Gareth nodded and pressed a button on the sizer. I heard a whirring sound,
and it appeared that the tiny dildo began to lengthen and thicken, beeping
once, twice, and then three times. Gareth turned it off, and the dildo
stopped expanding. It looked like it was about 3 inches now.

Gareth reversed his grip and stepped around behind Vinny's other leg,
facing us but intent on the tight end's hole. He casually centered the tip
of the dildo at his opening, and then pushed it inside. Vinny groaned and
squirmed, watching it slip inside. It was just seconds before the dildo was
buried to the handle. The coach nodded.

"Yep, took a 3 with no problem even after 12 hours of abstinence," Ruiz
said, looking down at Vinny, watching the tattooed player squirm with
apparent pleasure. "You were at a constant-5 this summer, right? Go ahead
and move to a 5, Gareth."

Gareth pushed a button again, and the sizer whirred, beeping again, then
again, and he turned it off. Vinny groaned loudly. "Oh fuck," he moaned,
his cock hard as a rock and lying on his abs.

Gareth looked at the sizer. "Still showing tension in the yellow zone."

The coach nodded. "Move to 6 just to make sure."

Whirr. Beep. Vinny groaned again, and Gareth checked the sizer. "Orange
zone."

"Okay, looks like it's not too long before we can move you to a constant-6,
Marconato. You're not in the green for constant-5 yet." The coach played
with Vinny's nipples with his free hand, moving back and forth between
them, teasing them.

"Yes, sir," said Vinny, closing his eyes and enjoying the coach's
teasing. "I'll do my best, sir!"

Gareth unceremoniously pulled on the sizer. The junior's hole slid off the
now 6-inch dildo, puckering in the air for a moment before closing. Vinny
groaned again.

"I'm sure you will, Marconato." The coach stepped back and referred to his
clipboard again. "Now, while Gareth gets a plug for you, we need to discuss
the other reviews I have here."

Vinny adjusted his hands on the pull-up bar and looked nervous again, his
hole squeezing in the open air. "Uh, okay," he said, glancing at all of us
and then back to the coach. The coach cleared his throat.

"I've got some examples here. One community member said, 'Vinny was
extremely hot and loved to be fucked at both ends, but I could tell that he
wasn't into being called dirty names. He was more than willing to do what I
told him to do, but it felt kind of mechanical. Although he was
specifically told to submit, he still displayed some cockiness. I think
there are definitely times for that, but that's not what I wanted from
him.' And another one: 'Vinny sucked dick like a pro, but he was clearly
full of himself. We all wanted him to really go wild sucking all of our
cocks and drinking down the cum we had collected for him, but he was still
posing for the pics we took and flexing here and there. It felt like he was
getting off on being the center of attention, not being a filthy slut for
us.'"

Vinny's face reddened as Coach Ruiz talked. He was clearly a bit
embarrassed hearing these reviews read aloud.

"What do you say to that, Marconato?" Ruiz said, looking up at him.

Vinny squirmed, clearing his throat. "Uh... well, it just doesn't get me
off to be, um, humiliated like that. It doesn't make me hard, so I try to
make it work in other ways. I really didn't mean to not make them happy,
coach! I just never got into acting like that."

The coach nodded. "Well, now you're the starting tight end, Marconato. And
I won't have a first-string player that isn't capable of serving the
community fully and eagerly." Before Vinny could respond, Ruiz turned to
Gareth. The student had returned with a black, cock-shaped plug. "Go ahead
and plug him, Gareth."

Gareth stepped in between Vinny's legs and slid the 5-inch plug deep into
the junior's hole. Vinny grunted as it slid inside, his muscular ass almost
caressing it as it settled in. He closed his eyes briefly and squirmed with
pleasure. Gareth patted the base of the plug buried deep in Vinny's ass and
then began to detach the tight end's ankles from the velcro straps. Vinny
was focused on the coach and barely acknowledged that the stool was moved
aside as he returned to a standing position, still gripping the pull-up
bar, but this time with the base of the plug just visible between his
cheeks in the mirror behind him. His cock was even harder now, despite the
desperate look on his face.

"So," continued the coach, "We're going to break down that ego of yours and
build some new desires in you, Marconato. I'm going to make sure that
you'll not only be able to handle humiliation... but that that you'll start
to *crave* it." Ruiz slapped his ass a few times, watching the tight end's
cock bounce.

Vinny looked at him with pleading eyes. "Wait! I'll try again... I'll do
better! I can do it!"

The coach paused, looking over the desperate, tattooed junior, and then
continued briskly.

"An hour before every game begins during the season, you will march over to
the opposing team's locker room. You'll offer yourself completely to them,
and I mean COMPLETELY. You will eagerly and without the slightest
hesitation submit yourself to those players, and you'll do anything they
tell you to do. The other coaches have already been informed about this,
and they'll be encouraging their players to make you do some of the most
humiliating and degrading acts they can think of. No matter what they order
you to do, you will do it, and you will do it WELL. You'll perform whatever
sexual acts they wish, you'll act how they want you to act, and you'll do
it PERFECTLY. Of course, you can't half-ass it and not tell me about
it. Your performance will be evaluated by the opposing coach. If you don't
receive a near-perfect evaluation, then you'll be benched for that game and
our second-string tight end will play instead. The opposing coaches do not
know that you'll be benched if you don't do well; they only know that you
should be fully evaluated." The coach paused looking at Vinny. The junior
looked a little pale, but his hard cock had not wavered. "Is that
understood?"

I was speechless, and the other players hardly moved. Vinny was speechless
as well.

"I said, is that understood, Marconato?"

Vinny gulped audibly, licked his lips, and nodded firmly. "Yes, sir." His
jaw was set with determination.

"Good. Go on and sit down." The coach looked at his clipboard and flipped
the papers to the next page. "Next, Jared!"

Vinny's life had been changed in just a few moments, and the coach had
already moved on to the next player! The tight end let go of the pull-up
bar, absently stretching his shoulders as he stepped back over to our
group, lost in thought. Vinny crouched down, still naked except for his
shoes and plug, and sat on the floor next to Derek.

My heart was pounding in my chest. The coach could do that to me too, and I
had never done any of this! What was he going to have me do? I saw Derek
put his hand on Vinny's shoulder, rubbing it roughly, giving him a little
comfort. Vinny's expression was still stoic and focused, staring straight
ahead.

Meanwhile, I had no time to absorb Vinny's situation before Jared began to
pull off his shirt. The sexy running back's torso was just as hot as it was
last night. Jared's black spandex shorts framed his bare ass perfectly, but
he reached down and slid those shorts over his muscular thighs. I could
just catch a glimpse of some dark hair between his cheeks as he bent over
and pulled his shorts off over his shoes, leaving the handsome senior naked
otherwise. He walked over to the rack and turned to grip the pull-up bar
just like Vinny had, facing us. Jared's cock was already hard, the cut
shaft curved upward with a drop of glistening precum hanging from his
piss-slit. A dark patch of hair, less curly than Vinny's, surrounded its
base, his balls shaved smooth.

Jared looked at us, then at me, and smiled slightly. I smiled back
nervously. I had not seen him completely naked before now, and the sight of
his beautiful cock was making me want to slide my tongue up that veiny
shaft.

"Okay, Jared. We sized you at the beginning of summer practice, so you're
not up for another few weeks." He turned to Gareth. "Go on and get his size
7 ready as well as the other one I asked for." As the redhead did so, the
coach referred to the clipboard again. "So... I put you on first-string toy
duty during the summer. How did that go, Jared?"

"Well," Jared said, "At first it was really new for me and it was sort
'meh', but after a while... I really grew to love it."

The coach was sliding his hand over Jared's body appraisingly, feeling his
musculature. "And why do you love it now?"

"Um... I dunno... it's-- I guess it's the taste of it. And, I mean, knowing
those toys have been up all my buddies' asses... and then in my
mouth... it's just so fuckin' hot." Jared half-closed his eyes as the coach
felt him, enjoying the touch.

"I can tell that just talking about it makes you even harder." The coach
tapped the base of Jared's throbbing erection, making it bounce, a drop of
precum falling to the floor and leaving a wisp of a trail in the air.

"Yes sir, it does! Vinny joked about me cleaning his plug earlier, but
really I can't wait to do it. I mean, I want the entire fuckin' team's
plugs and dildos in my mouth now!" Jared glanced around at all of us, his
dick showing us just how true that was.

"Good. Looks like you've really become a big ass-to-mouth slut, haven't
you, Jared?"

"Fuck yeah... I love it!"

"As a senior running back, you're going to have a lot of requests for
services in the community. I want you even better than this. You've only
ever sucked the toys that have been in your teammate's butts. In the
community, you won't have a choice whose toy it is." As the coach spoke,
Gareth returned with two toys: one of them looked like a standard
cock-shaped plug that I'd seen in Derek and Vinny, but the other was a
flesh-colored plug that was more tapered and "classic" in shape. The coach
grabbed the second one. Jared stared at the toy in the coach's hand, his
expression curious but confused.

"You might have to suck the toy of someone you aren't in the least bit
attracted to, Jared... or someone that you actively dislike. It doesn't
matter, though: you'll do it anyway." He brought the plug closer to Jared's
lips. "Open up."

Jared hesitated, clearly not sure whose plug this was, but then opened his
mouth. The coach immediately began to slide the tip into the running back's
mouth. Jared almost resisted, but then quickly began to slurp on it. The
coach continued to slide the plug into running back's mouth, and Jared took
it, slurping and groaning around it in weak protest. I watched as the plug
settled in, his sexy lips around the smaller 'neck' of the toy, the square
base in front.

"This plug has been in Mr. Fuller's butt for the last three days, Jared."

Jared made a "mmmmph!" sound, his brow furrowing. The other teammates
around me looked at each other in surprise. Jared's eyes widened and he
groaned around the plug, trying to spit it out, but the coach held it in
firmly. Jared never let go of the pullup bar despite his discomfort.

Noticing my confused look because I didn't know who Mr. Fuller was, the
sexy Latino player next to me leaned over and whispered in my ear,
"Mr. Fuller is the janitor... been here forever! Not at the top of our DILF
list at all..."

I swallowed nervously. Oh god.

"There we go," said Coach Ruiz, releasing the plug. "It still tastes pretty
good, doesn't it, Jared?"

Jared breathed through his nose, his eyes tearing up slightly from the plug
being in his mouth, and slowly nodded.

"Good. You'll be given a freshly-used toy from the community to enjoy every
morning and afternoon during practice. Plus you'll have your normal
plug-cleaning duties after. I want my first-string running back to serve
without hesitation, Jared! You don't want the Bobcats' running back to
outshine you, do ya, Jared?"

Jared shook his head and spoke around the plug, "Nnoh hhrrr!" Despite the
entire situation, Jared's delicious-looking cock was still standing tall
and dripping with precum.

"Good." The coach turned to Gareth. "Go on and plug him."

Gareth moved behind the running back, and Jared immediately widened his
stance, pushing his ass back, giving him easy access. In the mirror I could
see Gareth holding the shiny, cock-shaped plug between Jared's cheeks,
beginning to slide it in between them. Jared groaned loudly around the plug
and squirmed, taking it inside. It was just a few seconds before Jared was
filled, the base of it just peeking out between his cheeks.

The coach slapped Jared's buttcheek. "You're turning into quite a slut
there, Jared! Just what I wanna see from my star running back!" Jared
glanced at the coach, a little embarrassed at the compliment, but clearly
very proud to hear it. "Go on, have a seat. Keep nursing that plug until
you go to class."

Jared released the pullup bar and walked back over to us, plug still held
proudly in his mouth. He squatted down and leaned against Vinny, the tight
end wrapping his arm around him casually. "Good job, bro," Vinny said
quietly, smiling a bit at him. Jared nodded, his mouth pulling into a smile
around the base of the plug.

"Now... our transfer fullback! Austin Petros!" the coach called, looking at
me.

My heart began to race in my chest. Oh my fucking god! I was practically
shaking as I stood up. I almost walked toward the rack, but then remembered
that I needed to strip. Quickly, I pulled my tanktop over my shoulders and
tossed it to the floor at my feet, and then gripped the edge of my shorts
and peeled them off my body. I had been naked in front of other guys on a
football team probably hundreds of times at this point. It was no big
deal. But this... this situation was very different. It wasn't casual
nakedness. It was the opposite of that: total sexual objectification. I
stepped out of my shorts awkwardly, still wearing my shoes, and walked
toward the rack.

I turned and faced the other players. Ten pairs of eyes stared back at me,
some stroking their cocks, almost all of them sporting a bulge or an
exposed hardon. My own cock was semi-hard from watching Jared and being
around them, but my nerves were making it a little less hard at the
moment. I glanced up at the pullup bar and then reached up to hold it. I
felt pretty vulnerable now, and I tried to look at Derek or Jared for
support. The coach's voice pulled me back to reality.

"Austin Petros," he said, repeating my name again. "This will be a more
complete evaluation since we've never had you on the team before. I've
looked at your football stats, and they put you easily in first
string. You'll be on sit-out until October 1 since you're a transfer, and
that will limit your services to the community too. During that time, we're
going to train you to be a North Valley BULLDOG slut, and not a Wood River
High slut."

The coach's speech was making me feel a little bit better, and I relaxed
slightly. Wood River was the town I was supposed to be from, so clearly all
the fake records had been updated perfectly.

"Gareth will size you in a few minutes, but first..." The coach leaned in a
sniffed my left pit. "Mmm, good smell, Petros. Clean but just a bit of
sweatiness." He began to feel my biceps, triceps, and shoulders, and his
hand was warm and strong. My cock began to thicken a bit. He slid his hand
over my back, feeling my musculature.

"Nice and big, just like a fullback should be!" I felt his hand slide down
to grip my right buttcheek. "Damn, that is a big, round, muscular football
BUTT, Petros." He slipped his fingers between my cheeks, the sparse hairs
around my hole probably tickling his fingertips as he touched my sensitive
opening. I couldn't help but squirm and close my eyes as he began to feel
it, explore it, nudge at it gently.

I struggled to speak. "Thank you, sir..." This was embarrassing in a weird
way. Everyone else didn't seem to think of it as embarrassing, but this was
so new to me, so raw. I was probably turning red at this point. My cock was
getting harder from the stimulation.

Coach Ruiz pulled his fingers out from between my cheeks and immediately
sucked on his middle finger. "Mmm," he said, "Good, sweaty butt taste,
Petros. So... at Wood River, what services did you specialize in?"

My heart pounded. What should I say? I didn't know what he was looking
for. I immediately began to improvise. "Well, I mean... you know, it's
different than it is here. Not so structured, I guess. But..." I paused,
realizing that I was about to tell the truth about myself in front of these
guys I barely knew. "Honestly, I just love to get fucked."

I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I had never said this
out loud before, never to anyone, certainly not to a room full of football
players on my own team! The coach nodded, looking at me expectantly, as if
there needed to be more than that.

"I mean, I love to be fucked by big cocks, dildos, whatever...," I
continued quickly. The coach's expectant gaze was powerful. "Toys are
awesome... uh, I love armpits... and I love to suck dick and rim and I
fuckin' love sweat!"

This was all completely true. I had only been with two guys, and I hadn't
been "out" in my high school, but a fuckbuddy and I had done a lot
together. I definitely had some experience -- at least with him,
anyway. Nevertheless, it was strange to say it all out loud and in front of
a bunch of guys I don't really know yet.

The coach nodded. "Okay, good, Petros. Sounds like you're already on the
way to being a good Bulldog. Am I right?" he said to the other guys. They
all responded with "yeah!" or "fuck yeah!", grinning and stroking their
dicks, looking at me. My cock began to rise and harden, and I could feel
the weight of several years of hiding lift from my shoulders.

The coach turned back to me and began to tweak my nipples gently with his
strong hand. Fuck, that felt so good! My cock was at full mast, now,
throbbing in the air. "Good nipples, Petros. I like your chest and your
body hair -- it's in just the right places, not too much, not too little."

"Thank you," I said again, feeling so exposed in front of my teammates like
this, but now I was so turned on as well.

"And that cut cock is nice and thick. A good size, perfectly-shaped head on
it." He reached down and slid his hand around my shaft, caressing it. I
closed my eyes, enjoying it and getting very hard now. "Good response,
too." He released my cock and moved around to slap my ass firmly.

"Now... just what are we gonna do with that ass of yours?" He turned to the
other guys. "What do I say about big butts on my team, boys?!"

"BIG BUTT, LOOSE HOLE!" they all shouted, grinning, raising their arms in a
semi-cheer.

"That's right! Big butt, loose hole, Petros," the coach said, turning to me
again. "I'm gonna train that hole up so it takes some big plugs, thick
dicks, and looooong dildos!" He nodded to Gareth. "Let's get him sized. I
think he's gonna start big, if I know my holes!"

I was nervous. I didn't know if my ass could handle that, but to be honest,
the thought of it turned me on so much! Gareth moved the padded stool in
front of me, and, following Vinny's actions from before, I held the pullup
bar firmly and lifted my legs up to place the small of my back onto the
stool. Before I knew it, Gareth and the coach had spread my legs open and
hooked my ankles into the velcro straps on either side of the rack. My ass
was spread open, my hole on display for my teammates to see!

I heard several of the guys say "Mmm" and "Fuck yeah," their eyes glued to
my spread glutes. The coach stepped around in front of me, looking me over.

"Nice pink hole, Petros," said Coach Ruiz. "Not too much hair around it, so
it's easy to see. Big glutes on each side -- perfect frame for it." Gareth
approached with the sizer, the tiny dildo glistening and ready to be used.

The coach motioned to my ass, and Gareth quickly moved to slide the small
sizer into my hole. The slick micro-pecker slipped in, my nervousness
making it a little difficult, but my horniness making it a little easier. I
felt it sitting inside me, the inner walls of my ass almost caressing it. I
looked up at the coach, his handsome brown eyes looking into mine, and he
smiled. Gareth pressed a button on the sizer, and it began to whirr
quietly, a beep marking every inch.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Every beep from the sizer filled my ass more
and more. I groaned as my hole stretched around the thinner base of the
dildo, feeling it go deeper and deeper inside. Gareth stopped after five
beeps. "Green zone." The dildo felt so good inside me, so full and naughty.

Coach nodded. "Just what I thought. You're already at five and still in the
Green zone. Go to six."

Whirr. Beep. "Green Zone." Damn, that felt even better. The coach chuckled.

"You're already on the way there, Petros! Go on to Seven."

Whirr. Beep. I groaned, feeling it stretch me even more. My ignored cock
was still raging hard, drooling its precum onto my abs. Gareth looked at
the display. "Yellow Zone."

The coach nodded. "That's a really good start, Petros. Go on and get him a
7, Gareth. Get him a lineman plug, though. He's gonna be on the sidelines
for the first month and a half, so by the time he plays, I want him trained
deep AND thick!"

Gareth nodded, a small smile dancing across his cute face as he looked at
me, his arm moving to grip the sizer differently. He pulled at it, and I
could feel the red dildo slipping out of my hole, leaving my pucker
squeezing around the empty air. My hole was empty now, and maybe a bit
relieved.

The seven-inch dildo on the sizer glistened in the light of the weight room
as Gareth held it up, looking it over. I heard a moan, and I looked over at
Jared, Mr. Fuller's plug still in his mouth, stroking his cock and staring
at the dildo that had just come from my ass. The coach chuckled, glancing
back to see the running back's reaction.

"Jared is such a toy hound," he said. "He wants to lick that sizer off!" He
chuckled and pointed to the running back. "Jared, you'll get some other
plugs later on! Just focus on Mr. Fuller's toy right now." Jared moaned
around the plug, and I could see the base of it moving slightly as he
sucked on it. Gareth stepped away, taking the sizer with him.

The coach leaned over me and slid his hand around my hard cock, pulling it
up to stand perpendicular to my torso. "Such a nice dick, Petros. And
you're dripping already just from the sizing. Good. Looks like you really
enjoy being filled. I think you're gonna be very popular here!"

My face flushed a bit as he handled my cock with his strong hand. God, it
felt good even though it was embarrassing! The coach observed my reaction
carefully, and then released my cock to let it slap against my abs, a bit
of precum flicking up to land on my right pec. Gareth had returned again
with another black, 7-inch, cock-shaped plug, already shiny with lube. This
one was even thicker than the others! The coach stepped behind me and
reached around with both hands to play with my nipples. I groaned, the
coach's fingers doing a number on my nipples, making me even hornier.

"Go on and get Mr. Petros's ass here nice and filled, Gareth," said Coach
Ruiz, tweaking my nipples mercilessly. Gareth nodded and immediately
proceeded to slide that plug into my hole. I gasped, feeling its thickness,
but moaned as it slid deeper and deeper. "Ff-- fuck!" I couldn't help
crying out as it invaded me. He gripped my thigh carefully as he slid it
inside me, filling me until I could feel my hole grip the narrower base of
the plug. He patted the rectangular base as it moved in to nestle between
my cheeks. I squeezed my ass around the plug, and I felt the toy give
slightly and then return to its thick shape inside me. It seemed like it
yielded and was quite flexible, but the thickness returned immediately
after I relaxed. It must have been made of a special material. It felt
amazing; I had never experienced anything quite like it before!

"Good, you're all set for the next few weeks, Petros," said Coach Ruiz. "At
North Valley we keep our plugs in all the time, except when we need to use
the restroom or during normal classroom hours when you'll use the
seat-plugs instead. Not sure how they did it in Idaho, but that's how it's
done here. Game days may have different rules, but you'll see how that
works soon enough. First game with Stockdale this Friday!" The coach
motioned to Gareth, and the redhead began to release my ankles from the
straps.

Gareth removed the stool carefully, and I lowered my legs down to stand on
them again, keeping my hands on the pull-up bar like the others have before
me. The new position caused my plug to settle even more deeply into my ass
as my cheeks closed around the base of it, and that just made my cock all
the harder.

"There we go," the coach said, looking down at my throbbing cock. "You're
gonna make a lot of friends here at school and on the team with a horny
attitude like that." He slapped my ass, and I could feel it resonate
through my plug, making me shiver with pleasure. "You've missed summer
practice with us, Austin, so you're gonna have to work on becoming a strong
part of the team. The other boys are gonna have to trust you to do your
part. Understood?"

I nodded, squeezing the plug inside me despite my best efforts to focus on
what the coach was saying. He continued.

"In practice, we get to know how everyone else on the team performs and
what to expect from them. I'm sure you'll do well there. But there is
another part of being on a team: trust, connection, and making
friendships. Over the next few weeks, I want you to get to know your
teammates. You'll learn about their interests, what turns them on, how they
taste, how they smell, and how they like to be sucked, fucked, and
rimmed. You'll learn all their fetishes if they have any, and all their
strengths and weaknesses, sexually. And in turn, the others will learn
everything there is to know about you! There are no sexual secrets here,
Austin. That's the rule."

I looked at the guys on the offensive line as the coach talked, and it was
clear just how much I was turned on now; I was starting to sweat just
thinking about it.

"For now, you'll focus on the starting team, but I want you to get to know
everyone in second-string, defense, and special teams." The coach turned to
face the guys. "And that goes for anyone else who doesn't know the
first-string team very well. Vinny, you need to get to know the guys a bit
better, and Oscar, I'm expecting the same from you, son! You all probably
know this already, but if you boys need a nice space to fool around in, we
have a fully-equipped rec room in our basement that's open any time after
school. Just come on over after practice and use it whenever you want. Talk
to Oscar to get our address, or you can ride home with us if you don't have
a vehicle." The handsome Latino guy from earlier nodded in response to the
name Oscar, and I realized that he was also the coach's son!

While I took that bit of information in, the other guys nodded here and
there, listening to the coach. A couple of the guys put an arm around the
guy sitting next to them.

"That's it, boys," the coach said, noticing the gesture. "I want this
offense to be *tight*. We are a fuckin' team, and the members of a team
don't hold back anything good from each other!" He turned back to
me. "Okay, good job, Austin. Go on and sit with someone you don't
know. Learn something about him!"

I nodded. "Yessir," I said, releasing the pullup bar and rubbing my
shoulders as I stepped over to the guys. The plug made every step a
pleasurable sensation. I glanced around at them, Jared and Vinny both naked
and stroking themselves, several others stroking their dicks as well. My
eyes landed on Oscar, and the muscular guy gave me a smile. I stepped over
to him, close to where I was before, and carefully lowered myself onto the
mat-covered floor. It was a little embarrassing being naked next to him
while he was still mostly clothed. The pressure on the plug made my cock
even harder, and it stood nice and tall as I moved to sit cross-legged.

The coach looked at his clipboard. "Okay, next we--" His mobile phone
buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket, looking at the caller ID. "One
second." He turned and answered the phone. The team started to talk quietly
among themselves, and Oscar turned to me.

"Hey," he said, smiling a little bit. His brown eyes looked me over.

"Hey," I said back, suddenly getting a little shy.

"Dude, your ass is so fuckin' hot." He reached down to rub his crotch
through his spandex shorts, his hand outlining his thick cock. "You're hot
all over! I was so horny watching your eval and seein' that big butt get a
7 right off the bat."

I smiled a little bit, flattered. I squeezed the plug inside me. "Thank
you... Man, it feels so fuckin' good. I've never felt... well, the plugs
weren't this good in Idaho!"

"Oh yeah, I love the plugs! They feel sooo fuckin' good. I started early
with 'em, too." He leaned back on his hands. The guy was thick, muscular,
and just downright sexy. He was still smiling at me "I'm
Oscar. Sophomore. I play center."

"Austin. Nice to meet you." I held out my hand and shook his when he gave
it to me. Damn, he was pretty big for a sophomore, and I was impressed he
was first string this early. But, of course, he was the coach's son. I'm
sure he's had a lot of personal coaching from his dad. Looking him over, I
could tell how built he was: his body was naturally thick but he kept it
leaner than most his size. Oscar squeezed my hand gently, holding it for a
few seconds extra before he let go.

"So you're supposed to learn something about me, huh?" he said.

I swallowed and nodded. "Yep, I guess so. I mean--"

"So you said you like pits?" he asked, interrupting, moving his right arm
up put his hand behind his head. I couldn't help but stare at his muscular
arm leading down to his pit. Like his head hair, his pit was also a little
curly, and I could tell it was a little sweaty there too. My cock bounced
between my legs.

"Um.. yeah, I love pits... and man, yours is so fuckin' hot!"

His bicep and chest muscles led right into that sexy crevice, some of his
small curly hairs damp and flat against his skin.

Oscar grinned. "Well, come here and fuckin' lick it, man!"

I glanced over at the coach, still on his phone. Some of the other guys
were talking to each other and joking around. Vinny had his arm wrapped
around Jared and was sliding Mr. Fuller's plug in and out of the running
back's mouth. Jared was slurping on it and licking it eagerly while he
stroked his own cock with both hands. I turned back to Oscar.

"Fuck yeah," I said, and slid closer, gripping his arm and holding it
steady as I leaned in to slide my tongue over his sweaty, curly-haired
pit. It tasted like skin, a little bit of salty sweat, and musk.

"Yeah, there we go. You like that pit, don't ya?"

This kid tasted fucking amazing, and I couldn't get enough. I slurped
again, tasting him more fully. "Mmm-hmm!" I said, pressing my face into his
pit and sliding my tongue over it. Oscar's body was warm against my own,
and I could hear him breathing in and out as I licked him. The plug inside
me was still making me rock hard from its supple fullness. My cock stood
tall without any help from me, and I could feel a drop of precum slide down
the front of it.

Oscar moved his arm slightly, pulling it up a bit more and revealing his
pit even more. I slurped all the way up, taking in every hint of his
masculinity on the surface of my tongue.

"Okay," the coach said, startling me. I guessed he was finished with his
phone call. I turned around, his son's sweat still on my lips, and saw him
looking over at me.

"Well, Austin," he said, my face turning a little red again as the other
guys turned to look at me. "Looks like you've learned how good my son's
sweat tastes." He grinned slightly. "Wait 'til you give his butt a lick!"
Oscar grinned in response and lowered his arm down to lean back again. The
other guys laughed except for Jared, the plug still blocking him from
communicating more than a few grunts. It all seemed pretty good natured.

"Derek Ross!" the coach called, looking at the quarterback.

The blond jock stood up and began to strip.

As he did so, I took a moment to think about what I had gotten myself
into. So much had happened this morning. I had learned so much about this
world and the lives of these sexy football players, and the school day
hadn't even really begun yet! I took a breath and prepared myself for the
remaining evaluations, and Oscar slid his arm around me, his hand squeezing
my shoulder. I knew I was going to enjoy being a part of this team.

......

To be continued.

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