Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 11:12:45 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: North Valley Football chapter 3

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North Valley Football -- Chapter 3

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Monday, August 13, 2018 (continued)
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Derek gripped the bottom of his sleeveless shirt and pulled it over his
head, peeling it off his sexy, athletic torso and tossing it aside. His
hands immediately moved to his jockstrap and jerked it down, stepping out
of it with his shoes and socks still on. The quarterback walked over to the
rack, giving us all a good view of the smooth globes of his bare ass, and
he turned to reach up to grip the pull-up bar. His dick stood proudly erect
before us as he placed his naked body on display.

Oscar leaned against me, the feeling of his warm, muscular body against my
bare skin getting my cock even harder. My ass couldn't help but squeeze
around my plug. The center didn't touch my cock, but his hand lazily began
to tweak my right nipple while we watched.

Stepping closer to Derek, Coach Ruiz looked over the blond athlete's body.

"Lookin' good, Ross," he said. "Of course, I really don't need to evaluate
your body. Last night I got a real good look at it in that service video
the guy at Champions had you do!" He grinned, and several of the players
laughed and smiled. Looks like he wasn't the only one that had seen
it. Derek smiled, clearly proud of his performance.

"Yeah," Derek said. "Petros wasn't cleared for public service yet so I
wanted to show him how a North Valley Bulldog does what he's told!" Several
of the players howled in response, and the coach grinned.

"You did well, Derek," the coach said. "It's pretty obvious that our
starting quarterback is a proud butt-slut, boys!" He slapped Derek's ass,
making his muscular cheeks bounce and his hard cock wiggle in the air.

"Yes SIR, I am!" Derek said, pushing his ass back a bit and opening his
legs slightly. Coach Ruiz slid two fingers between Derek's asscheeks,
feeling up his hole.

"You're hoping to go to a 6 today, right?" The coach nodded over to Gareth
as he rubbed Derek's hidden opening. Derek squirmed, moving his legs to
give the coach easier access to his hole.

"Yes, sir. I've been practicing a lot over the past few weeks and I think
my butt is ready!" Derek gripped the bar firmly as Gareth centered the
stool in front of him.

In a few moments the quarterback was in the "sizing" position just like the
others had been before him: legs up and spread, ankles held in the velcro
straps, pink hole winking at us all. A few blond hairs framed his sensitive
opening. Derek's golden-fuzzed balls were equally on display, partially
blocking our view of his hard cock resting on his abs. He adjusted his
position, getting more comfortable and resting his back on the stool's
padding.

"Okay, let's see where you are," the coach said, stepping around behind
Derek and idly rubbing the quarterback's smooth chest.

The young redhead Gareth moved in with the sizer and easily slid the tiny
dildo into Derek's exposed hole, Derek sighing as it slid inside. One, two,
three, four, five beeps, and the variably-sized device was now the size
Derek had been using all summer. Derek couldn't help but groan, squeezing
his ass around the dildo.

Gareth looked at the display. "In the green zone!" he said. The team
immediately shouted in support, clapping a bit and whistling. Derek grinned
from ear to ear.

"Fuck yeah! I knew it!" he said, looking at the coach, and Coach Ruiz
smiled back.

"Good job, Derek! That's the kind of dedication we want from a starting
quarterback!" Ruiz said, his fingers tweaking Derek's nipples, going back
and forth. He nodded at Gareth again, and the redhead moved the sizer up a
notch, beeping again.

"Yellow zone," Gareth said. Coach Ruiz nodded.

"Right where he should be. Move him up to a constant 6, Gareth." The coach
stepped back from the quarterback and flipped through his clipboard once
again. In the meantime, Gareth slid the sizer out of Derek's ass, leaving
his hole puckering at empty air for a moment before he returned with a new
glistening plug for the quarterback's empty butt. As expected, it was about
an inch longer than the plug I had seen in his ass yesterday. He centered
it and pressed the head of the dildo-shaped plug against Derek's hole,
sliding inside with brief but minimum resistance. Derek groaned, clearly
feeling the larger size as it slid deep and settled perfectly inside
him. Gareth immediately began to release his ankles, and the quarterback
moved to stand. Derek squirmed slightly, and I remembered how it felt when
I had readjusted to a standing position while plugged.

My ass squeezed around my own plug again, and my cock bounced, dripping
onto the mat. Oscar grinned at me, seeing my reaction, but before he could
do or say anything, his father stepped over to Derek again.

"So," Coach Ruiz said, "you've done well with your ass training, Derek. But
you know that a quarterback--especially a first-string senior
quarterback--has a lot of expectations. You've got a lot of hard work ahead
of you." Derek looked a little nervous but appeared determined.

"Yes, sir," he said. His athletic body flexed in various places, his cock
standing so tall and hard. I could see a drop of precum glistening at his
piss slit.

"As starting quarterback, you lead the team on the field," the coach
continued. "Your teammates have grown to trust you and your judgment, and
I'm happy about your performance so far. We're going to make sure you
improve even more this year. But... we've got some work to do when it comes
to your community service."

I was a little shocked. I expected a different evaluation given Derek's
amazing performance at Champions, but Derek only nodded silently, clearly
unsurprised that the coach would say this. I remembered his serious
attitude from earlier, and now I realized that he was expecting this. He
knew this was coming. The coach paced in front of him and us, continuing to
lecture him.

"Derek, overall, your performance with community members is more than
adequate. You love to get fucked, you fuck anyone who requests it, you act
how you are instructed, and you fall into whatever role is required of
you. But, there are still comments like these." The coach flipped to a page
on his clipboard and began to read from it.

"The quarterback was an excellent fuck. One of the best I've ever
had. Great performance! But I could tell that there were certain things
that made him slightly more reluctant--a pause here, a slight grimace
there. After a long day of work, I love to have my pits and hole licked
clean of sweat from the day. When I tell Derek to do this, he paused, said
'yes, sir,' and then did it, but I could tell that there was no enthusiasm,
no deep enjoyment of it. He tried to be eager about it, but it's pretty
clear it's something that he does more out of obligation than enjoying
it. He is a hard worker, but I had to report this since he will be a senior
this year."

Derek listened and nodded grimly.

"You've got a lot of reviews that are great, Derek, but none of those
glowing reviews involve you licking holes and pits." The coach flipped
through a few more. "The reviews that do, however, mention that reluctance
almost every time." He slid his hand over Derek's butt, squeezing it.

"You're gonna be a great quarterback, Derek," he continued. "I know
this. Everybody knows this. But to be the cream of the crop, you gotta rise
to the top. Quarterbacks are the most in demand for community service, and
they are expected to represent the team and the school. You are held to a
higher standard than other players, and to be at that level, you need to be
the most eager, horny, and depraved player on the entire team. If you are
gonna play quarterback at the college level, you've gotta be open to every
sexual fetish out there, and you've gotta be not just open to it, but
you've gotta crave it! Is that understood?"

Derek nodded. "Yes, sir. I... I know what I need to do, and I WILL do it."
He was still nervous, but he was steeling himself, preparing himself for
what he needed to do.

"Good. So this is how it's gonna be." The coach faced us, but continued
talking to Derek. "First, we're gonna break you of your aversion to pits
and holes. When you're not at football practice, I want your tongue
constantly in your teammates' holes and pits. You can do it when you're
hanging out with them, when you talk to them in the hallway, in the
lunchroom, on the bus, whatever it takes. No matter which player it is."

Derek nodded, and I could see his Adam's apple moving to swallow
nervously. His cock still stood tall, and I could tell from the mirror he
was squeezing the plug inside him.

"Also, every day after practice, straight off the field, you're gonna lick
some of your teammates' sweaty pits and holes nice and good. They'll rotate
daily. You'll start with the first string players on day one, lick the
second string players on day two, and do junior varsity on day three,
starting over again after that. Is that understood, Derek?"

Derek clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, probably imagining what his
daily life would be like for a while now.

"For every player, student, or community member that you have sex with,
you're gonna ask him if you can lick his hole. If he'll be rating your
performance, you'll ask him to rate your ass-licking skills and how eager
you are to do it. I'll also be checking in with the other players to see
how well you do. I know you're not gonna disappoint me, Derek."

"No, sir! I won't! I want to be the best Bulldog asslicker and pitlicker
quarterback, sir!" Derek said, looking at the coach firmly. The other
players cheered in response, and Derek grinned a little sheepishly, looking
at us all and squeezing his ass around his trainer plug. The coach looked
back at him.

"Good. This is just the start. I'll be cross-training and testing you in
other areas throughout the year, too. You'll be trained for spanking, BDSM,
roleplay, toys, piss, filth, and everything else. You're gonna impress the
scouts from UCLA and other schools when they come to see you!" The coach
looked at us. "And I'm gonna be cross-training some of the rest of you,
too. You all don't have to be as versatile as a quarterback needs to be,
but I want the players on my team to be fucking amazing! RIGHT?"

We all yelled and clapped, shouting "Fuck yeah!" A couple of the linemen in
front of me flexed and showed off, their dark muscles looking very sexy and
masculine. The coach turned to Derek and motioned for him to go sit down.

"Your new requirements start today, Derek," he said. "Why don't you go sit
with your offensive line and get to know their pits and holes a bit
better." Derek nodded, determined and ready. He released the pull-up bar
and stepped over to the linemen, his hard cock bouncing slightly in the
air, a shy grin on his face. They wasted no time in playfully pulling him
down into their midst, stretching him across their laps and rubbing and
teasing his athletic body. One of them, a short, muscular Black player
wearing a gray tanktop and a matching gray jock, leaned over and kissed
Derek on the lips. Derek slid his arm around him, and the lineman moved to
plant his curly-haired pit squarely on Derek's mouth.

The coach chuckled. "Shawn's pit is a good start. His are always sweaty." I
could hear Derek slurping Shawn's pit, squirming in the lineman's grip but
not resisting. The other linemen began to tease his nipples and stroke his
cock.

"Okay," Coach Ruiz said, looking at his list. "Nathan and Noah Keller!"

The twins stood up, and both of them sliding out of their spandex shorts,
pulling them down to their ankles and kicking them off. (By this point
there was a small pile of clothes building up in front of us.) The brothers
were slimmer than the other players, fitting their role as wide receivers,
but still muscled and athletic. Both were very handsome, their hair buzzed
short in identical haircuts to frame their handsome faces, complete with
big, identical smiles. Their bodies looked naturally smooth: just a bit of
sandy hair in their pits and a very neatly trimmed patch of hair above
their long cocks, both groomed identically. Their cocks were both raging
hard, as they had been teasing each other throughout the evaluations. Their
shafts curved up and were perfectly centered in front of them both, and
their big balls were smooth and hairless. They approached the rack, leaving
on their shoes and socks like everyone else before them.

"Nathan first," said the coach, and Nathan (presumably) moved to stand
where the other players had stood, gripping the pull-up bar above him. His
brother moved to stand behind him and slid his hands around his twin's
torso to tease Nathan's nipples. Nathan's body tensed a bit, his cock
bouncing and getting even harder. The coach stepped over to Nathan and
reached under his cock, tapping the underside of his cockhead
gently. Nathan pushed out his chest, reveling in the sensation. His blue
eyes closed and his lips opened to suck in some air.

"You boys are always so hard and horny, aren't you?" the coach
asked. Nathan nodded, looking at the coach, and Noah grinned, still teasing
his brother's nipples.

"Yes, sir!" Nathan said. "My brother and I have teased each other like this
for years. It's like a competition for us sometimes, but usually it's just
that we turn each other on so much we can't help it." While Nathan talked,
Noah's hands slid down his brother's sides, gripping his ass. He
immediately knelt down behind him, his knees on the floor mat, and pushed
his face in between Nathan's buttcheeks. Immediately, I could hear Noah's
tongue slurping at his twin's hole. Nathan moaned and squirmed, unable to
keep from rubbing his ass on Noah's face. "Fuck... oh god that feels good."

The coach nodded. "Good. I'm glad that you have never held back from each
other. Some brothers do that even though they should be exploring each
other as much as possible. I expect all brothers on the team to be able to
serve the community together without any problems, and you boys have done
that. In fact..." He looked at his clipboard again, the sound of Noah's
slurping filling the silence along with more muffled slurping from Derek as
he began licking Shawn's other pit. "... you boys have glowing
reviews. You've filled whatever roles they want from you."

Nathan nodded, smiling slightly. "Thank you, sir." Noah gave a thumbs-up
from behind him, his tongue still sliding up his brother's crack.

"However, there are two things that I expect you both to work on," the
coach continued. "The first, you boys are identical twins, and that's a
fairly uncommon thing on a football team. I want to use you to the fullest
extent, and that means focusing on that aspect of you both. From now on,
you will always make sure that you have exactly the same haircut and wear
identical clothing outside of your uniforms. You will measure your muscles
every week and make sure that you have as similar measurements as
possible. You'll make changes to your workouts to make any adjustments. I
want you boys to be so indistinguishable from each other that even your
dads will mix you up. I'll be checking you over every week to check on your
progress. Noah's thighs are a little bigger than yours, Nathan, and your
chest is a little bigger than his. You boys need to fix that. Is that
understood?"

Nathan nodded, and Noah moved to stand up behind him, his lips and chin
shiny with ass-sweat and spit. Noah nodded as well, sliding his arms around
his brother's torso.

"Good," the coach said. "So, now the second thing. You've both trained up
your asses to a constant-5 as of two weeks ago. That's good, but I'm
implementing a new training regimen for my receivers. I want all my
receivers' asses to be trained to be as loose and deep as possible."

Most of the other players seemed surprised and talked quietly each other in
disbelief. Jared made an inquisitive noise around Mr. Fuller's plug. Nathan
and Noah glanced at each other, clearly not expecting this.

"I know it's new to you boys, but a lot of the other big high schools are
doing it. They want wide receivers with very flexible holes that can handle
all kinds of toys and cocks, even in high school. Usually this would be
started at the college level, but things are getting more competitive. I
know you boys can handle it, though." He placed his hand on Nathan's
shoulder, squeezing it gently.

Nathan looked hesitant. "But how are we gonna train our asses up any faster
than anyone else? We are both pretty tight and it's taken us a while to get
to this point." Noah nodded and added, "I've tried to take the bigger ones
but after a while it's just too much!"

The coach nodded. "We're gonna try something new." He nodded to Gareth, who
stepped away to fetch something out of his duffle bag. "You're gonna be
using a new type of butt trainer that will constantly adjust to the
resistance your asses give, always keeping it just past the green
zone. It's been shown to really advance your constant size, usually about
four times as quickly! They are more expensive, but they might be worth
it."

Gareth returned with two black, medium-sized dildo plugs, already
glistening with lube. They were similar to the others that were in several
of our asses already, but it looked like the base was thicker. I guessed
that there were electronics hidden inside those thicker bases. On the side
of the dildos was a small logo: ButtTrainerHS. The coach took one and
handed it to Noah.

"Noah, slide this up your brother's ass," he said. "You boys are
responsible for taking good care of them. You'll wear them all the time
except in class or when you're getting fucked. The school only had enough
funding for six of these, so that's one for all my wide receivers. If they
show good results, I'll see about asking for more money next year so I can
use them on players with big butts, too."

Noah and Nathan looked at the plug for a moment, and then Noah stepped to
the side to press the head of the it against Nathan's hole. Nathan grunted
and widened his stance slightly, allowing the plug to make its way
inside. Noah slid his free arm around his brother's torso.

"There we go, bro," he said quietly, speaking into Nathan's ear. "Go on,
push out that sexy butt. That's it. You want this plug inside you? Go on,
show 'em how that feels." Nathan gasped and moaned as the plug slid fully
inside him, settling between his cheeks.

"It automatically detects when it's inside a butt, so it's always 'on',"
said the coach. "How does that feel, Nathan?"

Nathan squirmed, feeling it inside him. "Uh, actually, it's just like my
old plug. Feels like a five!" He grinned, his hard cock bouncing as he
moved his hips. "Feels good! It's a little thicker at the base, but I guess
it's about the same."

The coach nodded. "Yep, that's how it works. It's real subtle... you may
not even feel like it's doing anything. But in a few weeks, maybe a couple
of months, you'll both probably be up to a constant-7." Nathan smiled, and
the coach handed Nathan the other plug. "Now go on and switch, and let's
get Noah plugged too."

The twins quickly traded places, and Nathan repeated the same procedure on
his brother. Noah moaned even louder and appeared to enjoy it even
more. Nathan laughed and smacked Noah's ass. "You're such a big slut!" The
other players laughed, including Noah.

"Okay, go on and sit down, boys." The twins walked back toward us and took
their previous position sitting together. By this time, Derek had moved on
to licking the pits of a big beefy lineman with short brown hair and a
hairy chest. He was firmly holding the quarterback's head under his
muscular arm, and Derek has his own arms wrapped around him.

"Oscar!" said the coach, looking over at his son beside me.

Oscar had been playing with his cock through his shorts while he watched
the twins, and he stopped and moved to stand up. Now that he was standing,
I could see just how perfect his ass was. It was very smooth, big, and
perfectly round. His cheeks were like two mocha-colored soccer balls framed
by red spandex. He pulled his sleeveless shirt off to reveal his hefty pecs
and flat stomach. The sophomore was big for his age, his biceps and
shoulders bulging with strength. I was immediately struck by the fact that
he was the coach's kid, and that he might have had lots of weight training
and personal coaching from his dad. He and Coach Ruiz clearly had similar
body types, and I could see more of the resemblance now that he was
standing.

Oscar peeled his spandex shorts off, sliding them over his big cheeks and
down his thick legs. His cock popped up into the air as he freed it, his
short, thick shaft completely hard and just slightly dusted with curly
hairs at its base. Although it was shorter than the other players' dicks,
it was much thicker, standing up at a perfect 45-degree angle from his
body. I couldn't help imagining sucking that wide cock, wrapping my lips
around its perfect head.

He stepped toward the rack, and the coach handed him a football that had
been passed over from Gareth. "Get into your standard stance, Oscar." Oscar
looked slightly surprised but quickly moved into a three-point stance, his
back almost parallel to the floor, thick legs crouched and spread wide. His
muscular right arm reached down to hold the tip of the football against the
padded floor and his eyes looked forward toward the mirror. This gave us an
amazing view of his hole framed by his smooth, round globes. His opening
was a perfect circle of slightly wrinkled skin surrounded by just a few
dark curly hairs sprinkled on the inside of his cheeks.

A tall, Black linebacker gave a low whistle. "Damn, I wanna taste that
hole!" he said, stroking his hard cock while his other hand idly massaged
Derek's plugged ass. I was thinking the same thing, and I imagined that we
all probably were--except maybe for Derek, who was still busy tasting the
hairy linebacker's pits.

"Don't worry, Will," the coach said, smiling a bit, "everybody'll all get a
taste of that sweaty, delicious hole if you haven't yet." He stepped around
Oscar, looking him over. "Back more parallel. Put more weight on your feet,
less on the ball. Shoulders balanced." Oscar immediately shifted his body
to comply, and the slight position adjustment opened his cheeks the tiniest
bit more. "You are gonna be the starting center, and you've got a lot to
catch up to now that Joe Harback graduated last year."

Oscar nodded, watching his dad in the mirror as he talked to him and to us,
pacing back and forth between us and Oscar.

"We've covered a lot this summer on the field," Coach Ruiz continued, "but
now you've got community service to worry about, mijo." He crouched down
and tapped Oscar's hard cock, making it bounce and sway in the air beneath
him. "You've been using this cock a lot lately. I know how you've been
gettin' blowjobs and fucking your buddies over the summer, Oscar!" Oscar
looked a little sheepish. "I know the other boys love the feel of that
thick shaft in them." The coach slid his hand around Oscar's cock, stroking
it a few times with clear familiarity. "And last night you really enjoyed
fucking me and your big brother, didn't you?"

Oscar nodded, looking a little proud. "Fuck yeah, I did." His dad waited
for him to continue. Oscar began to thrust his cock into his dad's hand. "I
really liked going back and forth, sliding my dick into both your
holes. Made me so fuckin' horny!"

"Mijo, do you know why I had you fuck us in all those different positions
and why I gave you a long, sloppy blowjob like you like?"

"Uh... I guess 'cause we all had to go without plugs and you didn't wanna
stretch my hole?"

The coach chuckled and gently smacked Oscar's butt cheek, making it bounce
so perfectly. He stood up straight, letting go of his son's dick. "No,
that's not the reason. The reason is, from now until the end of the season,
you will be doing no topping whatsoever. You won't get *any* blowjobs or
handjobs, you won't be sliding that cock inside anyone's ass or mouth, and
you won't even be touching your cock unless you've got another one fucking
that butt."

Oscar's eyes widened as his dad spoke. "But... no," he said. "You mean...?
Fuck! ... Wait, that isn't fair! You didn't do that with Joe!"

"I didn't have to do it with Joe, Oscar. Harback craved being fucked by big
cocks constantly. He had been using his ass instead of his dick to get off
for years before he joined the team. But you're not like that,
Oscar. You're gonna be, but you aren't now. And this will move you in that
direction. All of the NFL and college centers are eager bottom boys. A lot
of them were naturally this way, but a good amount of them had to develop
it. Their coaches worked with them to make that happen. You've got the
makings of a good college center in you, and I'm gonna make sure you have
the best chance you can when you graduate in three years."

Oscar closed his eyes, looking a little overwhelmed, but he stayed firmly
in his three-point stance, gripping the football tightly.

The coach turned to face us. "I trust you boys will make sure Oscar meets
his goals for the semester? No stroking his dick unless he's getting fucked
nice and deep by a real cock. Toys or dildos don't count. He doesn't top
any of you or anyone else. He only gets fucked in his slutty hole." He
reached down and tapped his son's hole with his fingers, gently sliding his
middle finger one knuckle deep and popping it in and out.

"Understood?" the coach said, and we all nodded. "The community members
will be told about this requirement as well, and I'm sure they'll be eager
to help him out."

The coach motioned to Gareth, and he brought over a thicker plug like the
one deep inside my own ass. "You're at a constant-6, and you're due for a
sizing in two weeks. We'll check on your progress then." He pulled his
finger out and stuck it between his lips. "Mmm. Go ahead, Gareth."

Oscar opened his eyes and braced himself for the dildo-plug. Gareth slid it
inside with minimal resistance. The guy was clearly used to the linebacker
plugs. Oscar's puckered opening slid around it and squeezed firmly around
the thinner portion at the bottom. Gareth aligned the flat base between the
center's cheeks and gave it a couple of gentle pats. Oscar groaned, moving
his legs and flexing his butt as it settled inside him.

Coach Ruiz patted Oscar's back. "Go on and sit down, son." Oscar moved to
stand and slowly handed his dad the football. His dark brown eyes met his
dad's for a moment, a flash of defiance crossing his face. The coach took
the football and patted his son on the shoulder.

"Don't give me that attitude!" he said. "You didn't think high school
football was gonna be smooth sailing for you, did you? Look at me, Oscar!
You're gonna be an eager bottom for your teammates, aren't you, mijo?" He
turned his son toward us. "Go on, chest out. Let that thick cock stand tall
on its own. It doesn't need any help from you to do that." Oscar looked at
us, still hesitant. His dad was right: his cock stood perfectly erect,
perfectly centered. "Just focus on that big, round butt of yours, mijo, and
that cock will follow right along." The coach slapped his son's butt and
gave him a slight push toward us. "Go on and sit down. Remember: NO
stroking or touching that dick!"

Oscar made his way back to his previous place, his cock bouncing in the air
as he stepped over a couple of the other guys. He looked frustrated but
also proud at the same time: chest out, shoulders back, dick hard as a
rock. He turned and squatted down, sitting cross-legged next to me, firmly
on the plug's base. His thick cock pointed straight up, his smooth balls
resting on the mat. He glanced at me as I sat there gently teasing my own
cock. I was doing what he was not allowed to do now, and something about
that made my dick even harder. Nevertheless, I moved a bit closer to him
and put my arm around him in support. He smiled a bit and then turned to
look back at his dad, who was shuffling through some paperwork at the
moment.

Meanwhile, I noticed that the hairy linebacker and Derek had shifted
positions. Derek was lying on his back, his head toward us, and the
linebacker was moving around to center his ass above him. The lineman wore
only a white cutoff tanktop and a gray jock. I could see the guy's muscular
ass spreading open, briefly revealing a pink hole surrounded by curly hairs
all over his cheeks, just before it settled squarely on Derek's mouth. His
cheeks covered most of the quarterback's face, only his blond hair and
eyebrows visible. Derek gripped the linebacker's thighs with his hands, and
I could see his head move as he began to lick his hairy hole. It was all I
could do to keep myself from cumming at this point. I had to think about
other things or I wouldn't be able to control myself.

The rest of the evaluations were like a blur as I tried to control my
desire. Shawn, the Black muscular guard, moved up a size and was lectured
briefly on his cocksucking skills and how they needed to improve. The hairy
lineman (Trent, a tackle) was praised for his sexual roleplaying with the
community but lectured about his ability to be sexually submissive when
needed. Will (another tackle) was reminded that he could date someone on
the team if he wished (he had been dating one of the defensive linemen over
the summer) but that both he and his boyfriend were required to be
available to anyone just as they normally are, and that they could not let
any drama between them get in the way of their service. The final teammate,
Daryl, a muscled guard with lewd tattoos decorating his dark skin, was
praised for his cocksucking ability but chastised for his reluctance to be
completely accommodating to every community member's needs.

Throughout those evaluations, Derek licked, slurped, and sucked the pits
and holes of every offensive lineman. They each pressed their sweaty asses
onto his mouth and pushed his face into their pits, passing him around
between them. As far as I could tell, Derek was giving it his best shot,
and I think he was beginning to enjoy it. He slurped and tongued and kissed
their holes without flinching, and dove right into their pits with little
hesitation.

As Daryl walked back to sit with his fellow linebackers, his cock bouncing
in the air now that he was plugged, Coach Ruiz handed his clipboard to
Gareth and clasped his hands together loudly, getting everyone to quiet
down.

"Okay, you dirty fucks," he said. "I know you're all really horny now that
you've been plugged and groped, but there'll be time for all that later on!
Now head to the gym to get your new school uniforms, and then you'll get
your class schedules and head back to the bleachers to wait for the
second-string players to finish being evaluated."

With that we all got to our feet, Derek pulling his face out of Will's
curly-haired armpit. The quarterback's lips and chin were shiny with spit
and sweat, and he seemed a little out of breath. Everyone began to pull on
his shorts and shirt (if he had been wearing a shirt), and several of us
adjusted their clothing to allow the head of their cocks to be seen
emerging above the waistline of their shorts. Clearly they were proud of
their horniness and wanted to display it. Others, however, kept their
turgid cocks covered. I also pulled my small shorts and tanktop back on,
keeping my hard dick inside them. I wasn't quite ready for that level of
display. I grabbed my bookbag and slung it over my shoulder. The plug
inside me shifted and moved as I did this, but it stayed securely inside.

Vinny and Jared stepped over to me, Vinny pulling his tiny shirt back on
and slinging his bookbag over his muscular shoulder. Naturally, he was one
of the players showing off, his cockhead pocking out above his mesh bikini
briefs. Jared was dressed again in his open shirt and black jockstrap, the
janitor's buttplug still firmly in his mouth.

"Hot eval, Petros," Vinny said, his hand palming my right asscheek and a
finger tapping the base of my plug. "I can't believe you are already at a
constant-7, man!"

"Thanks," I said. "I guess I was surprised too." I squeezed the plug gently
inside me, my cock shifting and hardening even more. "It was really
intense. The evals aren't like that in Idaho. They're more... uh, private."
We started to walk toward the door to the breezeway. Vinny and Jared both
nodded, and Jared slurped at the base of the plug, keeping himself from
drooling.

"Yeah," Vinny said, "the coach doesn't want us to have any sexual secrets
from each other, I guess. That's real important to him. If he finds out
something about you sexually, he will make sure the entire team knows about
it. Once he evaluates you on it and trains you some more, the whole town
gets told. So we've just got used to telling everyone everything."

I nodded, feeling a little nervous about this situation. Does anyone have
any privacy here? What if I don't want everyone to know everything about my
sexual interests?

We left the locker room and headed out over the football field toward the
gym. The sun was fully out now, and the heat caressed my exposed skin and
made me a little warm. Most of the other players were in front of Vinny,
Jared, and myself, and watching their bare asses walking through the field
was keeping my dick nice and plump. Derek hung back to walk with us as
well.

"Big seven, huh?" Derek said, slapping me on the back. "I knew that big ass
was gonna be so fuckin' ready!"

I laughed. "I didn't expect it to start so high," I said. "I guess I was
looser than I thought I was!"

Derek grinned and leaned closer to kiss me on the cheek, rubbing his hand
through my short hair. The scent of pits and sweaty holes lingered from the
touch of his lips. "Oh man, we're gonna have tons of fun with you," he
said, and playfully slapped my ass.

"Shouldn't you be lickin' some ass?" I said, smacking Derek's butt in turn.

"Shut up," he said, smiling. "I'll get that later! I'm worn out now, and
all I can smell and taste right now is ass!"

"Did you like lickin' those holes, man?" Vinny asked. "I know you're not
much into it."

"It wasn't too bad, I guess. I'm not used to it yet. But fuck if I am not
gonna be the best Q.B. this school has seen!"

"So who did you like licking the best?" I asked, looking at the linebackers
in front of us, their asses bouncing as they walked.

"Definitely Daryl's," Derek said, staring at Daryl's dark, tattooed
ass. "Tasted sooo good, and it's so nice and round." Daryl looked back,
hearing his name, and grinned at Derek before continuing with his
conversation with Shawn and Trent.

Jared popped the janitor's plug out of his mouth. "Oh yeah, Daryl's plug
tastes so fuckin' good after practice, too!" He quickly sucked it back in,
his lips closing around the narrow base. We laughed.

We made our way into the gym, entering through the side entrance near the
football field. As my eyes adjusted, I could see the entire gymnasium,
complete with telescopic bleachers, basketball court, and a second level of
seating. At the far end I could see a couple of tables with two men
(teachers? coaches?) sitting behind them. Next to each man was a stack of
clear packages. We all made our way over to the tables. A few of the
linebackers were ahead of us, and they stepped up, gave their names, and
the man gave them each a package of clothing. I could see that there was
red and white fabric inside it, but couldn't see much else. The linebackers
walked around behind us, and we stepped forward. I gave my name, the man
(in his 30s, pretty handsome guy) looked through the stack and found my
name. "Petros. Here you go." He handed me my package, and I turned to go
stand with the other players in a group closer to the middle of the court.

The guys were stripping off their shirts and shorts again, allowing their
hard and semi-hard cocks to spring free. Some were already stuffing their
clothes into their bookbags, and some were opening the packages. I followed
suit, getting naked with everyone else, and put my tanktop and shorts away,
quickly moving to open the package. Inside I found padded kneepads,
elbowpads, and a set of fingerless gloves, all dark red to match the colors
of the school. The others were pulling these on, and I quickly did the
same. I quickly realized that the pads and gloves didn't make me feel any
more dressed than before; combined with my shoes and socks, they just made
me feel even more naked. My cock was still mostly erect--the dildo-plug
inside me saw to that. Meanwhile, everyone else was picking up the last two
pieces of clothing and looking them over.

"Oh man, look how small it is!" said Will, holding up something that looked
like a tiny white tanktop with very long, thin straps. The others reacted
the same, and I looked at mine. It was a shirt, but it could hardly be
called that. It was white, made of sturdy mesh like a football jersey, and
the front of it was barely six inches square. Long straps extended out from
the top and bottom to meet another smaller square that made up the back of
the shirt. My tiny tanktop had the number 32 in the front, and the back had
the same number and my last name across the top. This was what I was
supposed to wear? The other players were pulling them on, and so I quickly
did the same, attempting to adjust it and arrange it on my torso as I did
so.

The tiny tank centered itself to just cover my sternum, displaying my
number prominently but essentially doing nothing to cover my pecs, nipples,
shoulders, or abdomen. Two thin but sturdy shoulder straps hung on my traps
and attached to the upper corners of both numbered squares, and a two thin
straps attached to the bottom of each square, hanging mostly horizontally
around each side of me. I was wearing the barest semblance of a shirt that
left me feeling even more on display than being naked!

I picked up the last piece of clothing, and it appeared to be a very tiny
white jockstrap made of a smooth, stretchable material with red elastic
straps and a red waistband. I stepped into it, passing it over my shoes and
kneepads and sliding it over my buttcheeks and semi-hard dick. The jock's
waistband and straps were hardly more than elastic strings, leaving my rear
completely on display and sitting very low around my hips. In front, the
small pouch barely stretched over my cock, and I was having a hard time
covering it since I was still fairly hard. I kept adjusting it, trying to
keep it inside, but the movement only made my dildo-plug shift inside me to
make me harder. The top inch of my short, light-brown public hair wasn't
hidden at all.

The other players struggled with adjusting their own jockstraps. Just like
mine, their tiny outfits did nothing to hide their chests, nipples, pits,
abdomens, asses, arms, or legs. Vinny moaned, his cock throbbing in the air
in front of him as he attempted to adjust his jockstrap around it.

"Fuck, I can't believe this!" he said, pulling the stretchable fabric over
the head of his dripping cock. "The school uniforms from last year were
great, but these! God, I'm getting so damn horny just puttin' em on!"

"Yeah," said Trent, his hairy chest on display around his tank. "I can
barely fit this around my dick!" His semi-hard cock was making his jock
bulge out in front of him. "Still feels okay, though. It's pretty stretchy
stuff." The others nodded as they got their jocks on.

I paused as I was attempting to adjust my own jock, suddenly remembering
that these were our school uniforms. Were we gonna have to wear these
everywhere at school? I mean, surely we wouldn't have to wear these
uniforms to class, would we? I turned to Derek since Jared's mouth was
still filled with Mr. Fuller's plug.

"So... uh, this is what we wear at school?" I said. Derek had finished
getting his jock on and had picked up his bookbag again, hanging it over
one of his bare, muscular shoulders. His mostly-hard cock was jutting to
one side, just a bit of it peeking over the top. His blond, curly pubes
were on prominent display. It was the same with most everyone else.

"Yeah, man!" he said, adjusting his dick one last time, just barely keeping
it covered. "You like 'em? It might be different in Idaho, but here the
sports teams have school uniforms that we wear every day." He turned his
torso to look down at his hip and legs. I could just catch a glimpse of the
base of his plug between his firm, round cheeks. "Damn, I'm gonna be horny
for days," he said, sliding his hands over his body. Jared made a noise
around the janitor's butt plug and nodded his head in agreement.

One of the men that handed out our school uniforms stood up. "Ruiz says
that you boys need to get over to advising to get your final class
schedules before you head back," he said. "Second string should be
finishing up in there now, and the first string defense is already heading
over. Go to the library!" He hooked his thumb in the direction of the
doorway toward the rest of the school.

We all proceeded to get our stuff and head for the exit, tossing the bits
of plastic wrap into the trash on the way out. As I walked into the school
building proper, I was surrounded by my teammates dressed in next to
nothing, so I didn't feel too out of place. It was a bit strange, though,
walking into the main hallway with my body so exposed. The hallway
continued on straight ahead once we left the gym lobby, and I could see the
room numbers on the doors on either side. Up ahead of us, I could see
another group of players, dressed identically, heading in the same
direction as we were. I guessed from the look of them that they were
probably the defensive line. Several other players headed past us in the
opposite direction--probably the second string players.

We caught up to the defensive line just as we reached the library, and we
pushed through the double doors, entering as a group. At this point, aside
from our outfits, it felt like a normal process. We were divided into
different groups based on our last names, and each group lined up a table
where a male faculty member sat with a laptop and a printer. As the players
reached the tables, the teachers talked with each player briefly and then
gave each of us a piece of paper with our class schedule on it.

While we waited in line, we talked and joked with each other. The defensive
line bragged about the size of their butt trainers, showing off the base of
their plugs and talking about how horny and hard it made them. They laughed
and teased each other physically, playing with each other's nipples,
sniffing or licking each other's bodies, and several of them making out
with each other. The offensive line was pretty similar. The twins were
teasing each other's bodies, Jared and Will were rubbing against each
other, and Oscar and Derek were doing the same. Derek was being careful not
to touch Oscar's dick through his jock, only teasing his chest and ass, and
it wasn't long before Oscar had pulled the quarterback's face into one of
his pits. I considered joining in, but I was next in line.

"Good morning. Your name?" The man seated at the table in front of me
looked to be in his mid-20s and was very attractive: his blue eyes, short
brown hair, nicely-trimmed beard, and tan, muscular body immediately drew
my attention. He was dressed in a dark red polo shirt that conformed well
to his pecs and arms, and in front of him was a laptop and small printer
shared between him and the teacher next to him.

"Uh, Austin Petros," I said, a little nervously. "I'm a transfer student."

"I'm Mr. Josephson. Good to meet you, Austin." He typed something on the
laptop. "Okay, here you are. Looks like you're preregistered already, so
this'll be easy." He pressed a few more keys. "Okay, here we go." The
printer began to warm up. He looked up at me with his blue eyes, glancing
over my body. "What is your constant size?"

I wasn't sure at first how to answer, but then I came to my senses. "Oh!
Uh, seven."

"Oh, that's a big size, Austin. How is it feeling?"

"Ummm," I stammered, feeling the urge to squeeze the trainer plug inside
me. I did so. "Uh, it feels really good," I said quietly.

He nodded. "Good, good," he said, glancing at the screen. "Okay, I'll need
to verify your size for your seat plugs. Pop your trainer out and let me
see it, please."

I was immediately struck by the apparent routineness of the situation,
surrounded as I was by the typical process of class scheduling, and here
was a teacher asking me to pull a dildo out of my ass so he could take a
look at it. This made me hesitate briefly, but Mr. Josephson was holding
out his hand expectantly. I set my bookbag on the floor and reached between
my legs, gripping the smooth base of the dildo plug and pulling it. I could
feel my sensitive hole widening as it slid around the thicker shaft. I
groaned softly as I slid it completely out, my hole feeling empty now. The
shiny dildo wiggled very slightly in the air, glistening with its thin
coating of lube and my own ass juice even as I held it out to him.

Mr. Josephson took the butt-trainer, wrapping his hand around the head and
shaft of it, and glanced at the base. He typed something in the laptop for
a few moments, absently holding the dildo in his left hand while typing
with his right.

"Looks like Mr. Ruiz put you on the linebacker sizing track," he said,
looking at the dildo-plug and turning it over in his hand. "With a big
round butt like you've got, I can see why." He lifted the dildo closer to
his face and licked gently at its head. He placed it between his lips,
twisting it and then popping it out lewdly. "Mm, you've got a good taste,
Austin!"

I was too surprised to say anything. He smiled, seeing my reaction.

"Yeah, I played football in high school and some in college, so I've got no
problem getting just as dirty as you guys get... and more!" He chuckled,
handing my trainer back to me. I took it mindlessly. The printer
finished. "Okay, here's your schedule, and slide that back up your big,
tasty butt. When you go to class you'll keep it in your locker. I'm sure
Ruiz has gone over that with you. Looks like I'll be seeing you in class,
Austin."

Ruiz hadn't gone over that with me, but I thanked Mr. Josephson and took my
schedule. He looked over to the next player behind me. "Good morning,
Derek!" Derek pulled his face out of Oscar's pit and stepped up to the
table.

I grabbed my bookbag and walked a few steps toward the exit. Looking at the
dildo in my hand, I realized that I should be getting it back inside my
ass. I glanced around, seeing all the other players milling about, talking,
and making out, and I steeled myself, realizing that I shouldn't feel any
shame in doing this. I twisted around slightly, placing the trainer's dildo
head between my cheeks and against my sensitive hole. I knew that
Mr. Josephson's spit was coating the head of it now, and that made my dick
even harder in my tiny jock, knowing that he would be inside me now. I
slowly relaxed, and I slid the thick, pliant dildo deep into my butt, the
base centering perfectly between my cheeks. Fuck, it felt good inside
there!

I started to follow one of the linebackers out of the library and into the
hallway, heading back toward the gym and to the football field. Attempting
to regain my focus, I looked at my schedule as I walked. The school runs on
an A-B schedule, alternating classes each day: Day A (which began today)
was English, Chemistry, and Calculus; Day B was World History, Sociology,
and Team Conditioning. I didn't recognize any of the teachers' names on the
schedule except for Josephson's: he was teaching my chemistry class. The
thought of having him as a teacher made my heart race, and my nipples got
nice and erect as I thought about it.

I headed back through the gym and outside, and I could see that a good
portion of the team was seated on the visitors' side bleachers talking with
each other and clearly waiting for the next step. I stepped up on the
bleachers and sat next to Vinny and Jared, who had made it back just a few
minutes before me. We talked for a while about nothing, and I reveled in
the feeling of my trainer plug inside me. Vinny bragged a little to me
about his weight training and how great his body was now, but I could tell
by now that he was pretty harmless and that he was just trying to make
friends with me.

The hot sun was shining down on our mostly-naked bodies, and quite a few of
us were sweating a bit, including me. After a little while longer, the rest
of the players finally made it back from scheduling and joined us
all. Derek and Oscar sat behind me, and the first-string offensive line sat
near us as well. I glanced around at the full team. The guys were various
shades of athletic, muscular, or thick, but all very masculine and at least
marginally attractive, even the younger JV players. Every single one of us
had that tiny uniform on, and no one appeared to mind in the
slightest. Several guys were flexing a bit and showing off to their
friends, and the kissing and fondling still continued from before.

Vinny was in the middle of talking about his lifting routine when Coach
Ruiz and several other men, whom I assumed by their similar clothes were
some of the other coaches, walked over to us and stood at the base of the
bleachers. Ruiz talked with them briefly and then turned to face us.

"Are you dirty football fucks all plugged and horny?!" he shouted, and
everyone shouted back at him.

"FUCK YEAH!"

"So are you boys ready to start the school year off and show the other boys
at school what filthy pieces of meat you are?!"

"FUCK YEAAHHH!!!" We all responded even louder this time.

The coach nodded and grinned. "Good, then. Before you go to class, I wanna
see every player do FOUR LAPS around the track! Jogging pace. And the
running backs and wide receivers will sprint on the straights!"

A lot of us groaned, but we all began to stand up.

"If I hear complaints, you'll do FIVE. Now get to it!!" The coach blew his
whistle and pointed to the track that circled the entire football
field. "Jared, you can take Mr. Fuller's plug out now. I think you've
enjoyed it enough for today."

Fuck. I trained during the summer in preparation for coming here and
joining the team, but I wasn't expecting to run on the first day. The other
players around me left their bookbags on the bleachers and stepped down to
jog over to the track. Jared placed the plug on his bag and stepped down
with me. My heart began to race.

In a chaotic flow of skin and tiny, immodest jocks, all the players made
their way onto the track, spread out along the lanes, and proceeded to jog
their way around the track. As required, Nathan, Noah, Jared, and several
other players began by sprinting down the straight. Most of the team was in
front of me, so I could see dozens of bare asses and mostly naked players,
the bases of the plugs peeking out between their cheeks as they jogged.

As I started to jog as well, I was worried that my plug might slip out, so
at first I clenched it firmly inside. I headed down the straight and around
the curve, the toy twisting gently and moving slightly inside my sensitive
butt as I ran. After a few moments, I realized that there was something
about the design of the plug that allowed it to remain firmly inside
me. Since it didn't seem to be sliding out, I relaxed and allowed it to be
a part of my movements. Oh god, it suddenly felt amazing! It was like being
gently fucked while running. I groaned softly as my cock began to get
harder and harder as I ran.

I glanced around me, and the other players' dicks were hard as a rock as
well, most of them popping out of the top of their jocks. Vinny was running
beside me, his cock standing tall and firm above the waist of his jock. By
the time we had completed the first lap, we were all getting sweaty. By the
second lap, we were all glistening with sweat. I could feel drops of sweat
running down the center of my back, and I was starting to smell the musky
scent of the other players around me. The running backs and wide receivers
had passed us all by now, and they were shiny with exertion. By the third
lap, I was really feeling the workout. As we started the fourth lap, the
sprinters had already finished. Jared grinned to me and waved as we passed,
and the twins were leaning their sweaty bodies on each other as they caught
their breath.

The fourth lap was a killer. The feel of my butt trainer inside me was
still exquisite, however, and the pleasure from it kept me going. We
rounded the first curve, and suddenly Shawn, about a dozen feet in front of
me and to the side, began to cry out as he ran.

"Oh, oh god... oh fuck!" he said, his gait becoming a little less steady,
moving back closer to me. Quite a few of the other players turned to look,
still running.

"Fuck yeah, Shawn!" they shouted. "Ride it out! Let it happen! Push through
it!"

Shawn's dark skin glistened with sweat, his tiny jock plastered to his
crotch. His cock was mostly outside his jock, his thick, erect shaft
swinging back and forth in the air as he ran. He gasped, his eyes closing
briefly, and then shouted out again.

"Ohhhh fuck yes... Here I cum!" he shouted. The other guys all shouted with
him, cheering him on. Suddenly, through my own haze of combined exertion
and arousal, I could see cum spurt from the head of his dick, arcing up to
splatter onto his muscular chest and abs. Another volley of seed fired out,
this time at an angle and in my general direction. I felt a rope of hot cum
splash onto my thigh. Holy fuck. His trainer was causing him to cum!

Instead of allowing his orgasm to slow him down, Shawn began to run faster
even as he spurted. He moaned through clenched teeth, running faster as he
came, drops of cum flicking onto the track as he moved. The rest of the
team yelled and slapped his ass as he passed them. He quickly moved to the
front of the crowd, his orgasm fueling his burst of energy.

I still felt his hot cum sliding down my thigh and leg as I ran, the butt
plug twisting and moving naturally inside me, making me more and more
horny. I couldn't help myself, and I reached down to slide my hand through
some of his white seed, immediately sucking it off my fingers and tasting
his jizz. It was hot and so tasty, semi-sweet. I groaned to myself and
swallowed his cum, my arousal pushing me through to the end of the fourth
lap.

As we reached the end, everyone was panting, laughing, and patting each
other on the back or ass. A few of the players kissed and hugged each
other, and several, including Vinny, were congratulating Shawn and licking
the cum off his muscular body. Derek made his way over to me and grinned.

"How was that, Petros?" he said, his body sliding against my own and his
hand casually lifting up my arm. Before I could say much, he placed my hand
behind my head and immediately leaned down to plant his tongue right in the
middle of my sweaty pit. He began to slide his tongue over the full range
of wet hair and sweat from my exertion.

I was speechless, but I was able to say something about the run being
intense before the pleasure of his tongue overtook my brain. The
quarterback was slurping and licking out my armpit while we were surrounded
by other players laughing and joking as they recovered from the run.

The coach blew his whistle, and everyone quieted down. Derek continued to
lick, not letting me lower my arm.

"Okay, you dirty fuckers!" he said, and a few of us shouted back in
response. The coach continued. "You'll receive your shower schedules in
your school e-mail later today. But today, you're not gonna shower at all!
I want the students and teachers to know what dirty fuckers are on this
team!" Everyone yelled and cheered in response.

"Okay, boys," Coach Ruiz said, "keep your plugs in your lockers when you're
in class, but keep them in those asses outside of class. And keep your goal
in mind! I'll see you after school for practice. Come plugged and ready!"

Derek pulled himself out of my pit, and we all began to shuffle over to the
bleachers to get our stuff.

"Fuck, Petros, your pit tastes pretty good, man!" he said, wiping his mouth
with the back of his hand.

"Thanks man, I know you've gotta be just as good!" I said, smiling and
slapping his bare ass gently. He smiled back at me.

"Oh you're gonna get your fill of me later today. A bunch of the offensive
line are gonna head over to the coach's place after practice and fuck. Are
you in?"

I paused and then grinned. "Fuck yeah, I'm in!"

Derek smiled as we grabbed our bookbags and began to walk toward the school
again. I was surrounded by my new teammates, all dressed in the tiniest of
outfits, straight off a one-mile run, heading to class for our first day. I
had no idea what the day at school would be like, but I had a feeling that
this evening was going to be incredible.

......

To be continued.

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