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Acreage High School was one of the few places in the county with its own stadium, which meant the football team there got their own outbuildings for practice. It came with wall mounted A/C units, an old work out room that hadn't changed since the 80s, and a large locker room for team meetings and team showers.

Aaron was the Acreage quarterback, which meant he was usually the last one in the lockers on account of the coaches wanting to review plays with him before they let him come in with the rest of the boys. But the sixteen-year old varsity star loved it that way, because when the leopard walked in most of his teammates were getting undressed. It was like walking into a sauna of musk as sweaty, teenage boys changed their clothes. Some were more eager than others to get out, but others like their wide-receiver Xander would hold conversations in the nude, his plump equine sheath all for Aaron to take in.

Aaron brushed past the eighteen year old, wishing he had the nerve to slap his teammate's ass--a way to grope him without giving anything away.

See, coming in clothed meant Aaron could soak in the soft lines of his teammates' developing muscles, watch their cocks and balls hang in the air and drip sweat, and imagine himself with someone like Xander lying his heavy nuts on Aaron's face so the quarterback could live in his scent. Aaron didn't know if anyone else on the team was gay, but it certainly made the afternoons a risky place. He took in as much as he could before he started to undress. Even the smell of all that boy sweat and cock musk made Aaron have to use all his restraint not to get hard.

As he got off his shirt, he felt a hand smack his butt. "Good job passing today, short stuff."

It was Xander, when he turned to face him Aaron was immediately flustered. Xander was a senior who got held back in elementary, making him the oldest boy on the team. At 6' 3", the roan colt towered over Aaron. His slim build didn't detract from the tight muscles of his legs and abdominals, and a tantalizing dark line of patchy fur that went down to his pubes, which Aaron had wanted to bury his face in since joining the team. And then there was the equine's dick, which Xander let drop constantly. Xander enjoyed parading his hung cock around the locker room. Far as Aaron knew, there was only one guy on the team bigger than him.

Xander grinned and told him, "You keep throwing like that and we might just take state."

Aaron turned around to take off his pants and hide the blush through his fur. He said, "It takes a good catcher, too." When his jock came off, the shorter teen's cock spilled into the air.

Xander said, "You're too humble, Aaron. You gonna tell scouts that your senior year? Here--" Xander grabbed his shoulders and made him face the rest of the room, "like hiding that monster." Aaron, with no small amount of pride, knew he was the biggest on the team. His jock could barely keep in the uncut, monster he ran around with. Xander touched his navel to gesture to it. "We all know you got it, strut your stuff like me. Be a stud. Girls won't know you got a big dick if you don't show them you got big dick energy, too, bro."

Aaron wished he could tell his friend girls bounced off him for a reason. Xander grabbed his sheath and peeled back the skin and exposed the glistening cock inside. "See how gross this thing is, bro? Ladies don't care, they'll clean it off for me cause I got the confidence no one else in this room does." But to Aaron, seeing the full head of his dick and the bitter, smelly residue from his sheath made Aaron's prick stir dangerously. If the boy had it his way, his older friend would get it cleaned off after every practice.

"Dude, quit trying to get our QB to suck your dick and put some pants on. No one's interested," Marco called from down the bench the pair stood beside. He was a broad, hairy linebacker bull with a dick he claimed was thick as a beer can when hard. His brown hide was glistening from a recent shower, and his long dark hair was matted down his back. Marco was the other elder player on the team. He led the offensive line.

"I'm just trying to show our star boy what confidence looks like, bro."

"He doesn't need your confidence. He packs enough in his arms. Ain't that right, Aaron?"

Aaron nodded, thanking any and every god that Xander pulled away Aaron's temptation even as it started to spill from his equine sheath.

Xander rolled his eyes, "Sorry for trying to make sure our teammates get laid. You can't play while horny, you know?"

Another player, their maned wolf running back Thom, piped up. "That why you got suspended last month for masturbating in the bathroom?"

Several of the boys laughed. Xander dramatically wheeled on the room, holding his dick and pumping it like it was a stage prop. "Yeah! None of you are gonna take care of this monster, now are you?"

Alex, their lead defensive tackle who had just finished drying off, whipped his towel and smacked the tip of Xander's dick. The receiver yelped and fell backwards while the room burst into laughter. Alex announced over the laughter, "I took care of it for you, bro. Now shut up and take a shower."

The Denny's down the street from Acreage High was one of the few places the teenagers could go to hang out and talk in their small town. Xander had sent a group text to his team about something urgent, so when Marco saw the guy sitting at a table drinking from a shake and flirting with the waitress, he was a little pissed. He motioned to Alex and Thom, "He's over there."

The boys slid into the booth with the wide-receiver, who said as they did, "Took you guys long enough."

"What's the deal, bro?" Marco asked for the group. "You told us, urgent, emergency, and then meet at Denny's. Your fucking mom die or something?"

"Nah dude, this is more important. It's about Aaron."

"Aaron," Thom scoffed. "You're fucking obsessed with him dude."

"Hey, fuck off, alright?" Xander snapped. "Aaron's the first person who's got a shot of getting us to state. And if being obsessed with the kid is my ticket to getting signed by a college so I can get out of this town, then I'll be obsessed with the kid."

"What's this about, Xander?" Marco said before an argument could blow up between the two hot-heads.

"Okay, so you know me and Aaron share a Spanish class in second period, right? Well, I decided to pull a prank on him today. Nothing too wild--I was just going to take his phone, go to the bathroom, take a pic of my dick and make it his lock screen."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Classic Xander." He'd done the same prank to everyone at the table. "Bro if you weren't knee deep in pussy we'd all think you're gay at this point--"

"That's just it," Xander said, leaning across the table.

"What's it?" Marco asked.

"Aaron's gay."

"What the shit are you talking about?" Thom said.

Marco took it better than the other boys at the table. "Huh, kinda makes sense. Any of you ever see him even look at a girl?"

Xander said, "Right?" He shook his head. "I couldn't believe it, but I decided to go through his phone just to see what sort of weird shit he got into and he's got into some weird shit. He had all sorts of gay porn on his phone, mostly videos and pics."

"You got any proof or are you just trying to start shit?" Thom said.

Xander fished out his phone, saying as he pulled something up, "I figured you guys wouldn't believe me. So I took a screenshot of his phone and sent it to mine."

He slid his phone across the table and all the boys took turns looking at a gallery of thumbnails, most with naked male or hard dicks of every shape in them. Marco tossed it back to Xander when they finished. He said, "So what? Dude's gay. It's not like he's hitting on us in the lockers or anything."

"Yeah, who gives a shit, bro?" Alex said, the African wild dog showing a glint of teeth.

Xander said in a whiny voice, "Who gives a shit, bro?" He slapped the table and said, "We should all give a shit! A quarterback is supposed to be about confidence, a team leader, and right now our boy's got the confidence of a nerd doing tryouts cause his dad won't take no for an answer. We've had a pretty good run this year and I'm pretty sure we'll make it to the post-season, but you guys really think we'll get very far if Aaron's always walking around with his head down?"

Marco sighed and leaned back in the booth. "Fuck, Xander makes a good point."

Thom scratched the mane of fur running down the back of his neck. "So what are you suggesting? We find some guy for him to fuck?"

Xander shook his head, "I don't think he wants that. I'm pretty sure he could find some thin geek to fuck if he wanted. I think this is a problem we as a team need to solve for him."

Alex snickered. "Dude if you just wanted an excuse to touch his dick you should have asked him to come here--"

"Shut up, man. I'm not suggesting we do anything gay. I thought about this, and got the idea from one of the videos on his phone. No one is going to have to touch anyone else's dick, and we can reward our quarterback for the all the hard work he's put in and all the hard work he'll want to put in after we're done."

Marco was rubbing his temples the entire time Xander made his pitch. The bull looked up and said, "Alright, Xander, what are we doing?"

It's hard to notice something amiss when you are on the biggest victory high of your life. They crushed the Belmonte Timberwolves. Aaron completed over two-thirds of his passes to mow down the last barrier between his team and the post-season. The leopard was stripping in the locker room, planning to hit the shower and head out with a bunch of the guys to celebrate when he heard Xander say, "Hey Aaron."

Aaron turned around and arrayed in a tight arc were ten of his teammates, all of them naked. Some stood arms crossed, pushing up their still developing pecs, others sat on benches with their legs open and sweaty cock and balls hanging down. None of them had showered, and Aaron had not noticed the buzz in the locker room had vanished, along with a bunch of the team. Xander stood next to Aaron, his cock at half-mast. He couldn't help but stare as the equine's dick throbbed with life.

"Take a picture, bro, it'll last longer," Alex said from the other side of the arc.

Aaron blushed and scanned the room for any clue what was happening. "Hey, guys, uh... what's going on?"

Xander took a step towards him, and Aaron took a step back, suddenly against the locker. He said, "Me and the guys have been talking, Aaron, and we've been worried."

"Uh, worried?"

"Yeah, really worried about you."

Aaron felt a drop in his gut. Had someone outed him? How could anyone have found out? He'd been so careful. He put his hand up and said, "Listen guys if this is about my--"

"Ah!" Xander snapped to cow the younger fur into silence. "You don't need to say a word, bro. Your team is here to take care of you."

Aaron scanned the room of naked teenage cock. All of them were hung in different ways, all of them were sweaty and built and bigger than him. The leopard wasn't sure if he was about to get fucked or beat up.

Xander grabbed his shoulder and said, "See, we're worried your heart might not be in it enough to get us through the rest of the year. So we came up with a new tradition, something to charge our leader up with team spirit."

"Xander..." Aaron looked from the colt's heart-fluttering smirk to his team. "I don't understand."

Xander snapped the waistband of his jock against his hip. "Give me this and I'll show you."

Legs wobbling, Aaron rushed to obey. He shoved the jock into Xander's outstretched hand, and the older boy put it up to his muzzle and made a loud sniff. He laughed at Aaron's shocked reaction then tossed it to Thom.

"Get a whiff of that. No team spirit at all."

Aaron gasped as the maned wolf smelled his jock and shook his head. "Barely anything in here. Boys?"

As his teammates took turns sniffing his jock, Xander said in his ear, "Whoa bro, calm down."

"H...huh?" Aaron could barely breathe as he watched Marco frown when he smelled Aaron's jock.

"You're getting a little chub down there bro, all we're doing is seeing how much team spirit you're carrying around with you.".

Xander's breath on his ear made it flutter and Aaron whimper, "God..." as the last person in the arc, Denzel, sniffed his jock.

Xander snapped, and Denzel threw the jock back to the wide-receiver. When he caught it, he stayed right next to Aaron, so the quarterback had a front row seat when the older boy pulled groped his medial ring. That tube of meat wasn't even fully hard but filled the wide receiver's big hand already, and a clear line of pre went down his ebon cock. His dick was still a little unwashed, and this close to Aaron he couldn't help but shudder. He smelled a rank, cummy musk that swelled his own dick even more as his friend smeared pre into Aaron's jock.

Xander said as he did, "See? Now we're getting some team spirit in there." Xander wrapped the sweaty jock around his dick and started stroking it with the cloth. He was smirking down at Aaron, who, mouth agape and eyes fixed on that now hard cock, didn't notice the other dicks in the room being groped and stroked by their respective owners. Without even being aware of it, his hand started to drift down to his dick, but Alex said, "Come on, bro, don't be gay." Aaron looked at the fan-eared canine, stunned to see his eight inch canid cock already throbbing in his hand. The pointed tip leaked on the floor, and the teenager whimpered at the site of it. Alex had a feral grin, like he was a wolf watching a lamb bare their throat to him.

Except for Aaron, none of the boys in the room considered themselves gay or even curious about men. They all had their girlfriends or frequent fucks to keep their dicks wet, but never had any of them seen someone get so turned on by the site and smell of their cocks. Aaron was shaking, feeling all those boys watch him while they slowly squeezed and stroked their dicks. Their quarterback's face was flushed, and his thick, eleven inch shaft was throbbing in the air while he bit his lip and groaned. Seeing him so helplessly turned on by his team got all the boys hot and bothered. Xander briefly wondered if they should change their plan and take turns fucking their QB. All the athletics Aaron did gave him a nice firm ass--as good as any girl's.

If they put him on his stomach on one of the benches and just used a jock to hide his dick, they wouldn't even know it wasn't a girl, really. Fuck... Xander pictured the boy laid out, but with his dick out on the bench, that eleven inch monster with cum spilled all around it while a football team's worth of teenage spunk leaked from his gaping ass like he was the town whore and--God.

Maybe if that image didn't get Xander to his peak, he might have been worried about how gay that all sounded, but soon he felt himself cumming in Aaron's jock, moaning much louder than he meant to. His big balls, pulled inward and churned out their seed. He'd been thinking of this release for days, especially with how little he came this week and how much he usually needed to cum to keep a clear head. Enough teenage cum to fill his quarterback's pretty mouth twice over spilled all over the jockstrap and dripped on the floor. The jock soaked it up and withered like a wet rag. Aaron watched, his mouth hanging open and nearly drooling as the room filled with the smell of equine cum. His legs trembled and he moaned.

One of the boys in the room said, "Aaron, bro, why are you getting so turned on?" They knew why, but they couldn't help but tease him as Xander slowly stroked that wet jock across his long, colt cock. Fuck, usually he needed to be balls deep in raw pussy to cum as much as he just did in front of his team. Xander, arm shaking, took the jock and held it up to Aaron's nose and said, "See? That's a jock with team spirit in it."

"Xander..." Aaron whined, almost snatching the jock and shoving it in his muzzle, "God--"

"Chill dude, we've barely gotten started," and Xander threw the jock across the room for Marco. When the bull caught it, he immediately rubbed it on the underside of his massive balls.

He pulled back his foreskin and added his own smegma to the messy jock and said, "You're gonna need a lot more spirit on this if we're gonna take state, bro." He started jacking himself off with Aaron's jock, loosing a satisfied groan as he did. Aaron finally understood what the boys' intent was and it made him moan again.

"Guys..."

"Come on bro, don't interrupt," Xander said in his ear. The wide-receiver had moved behind Aaron, close enough that Aaron felt his messy, half-hard prick rub against the small of his back. "We've all been saving up for you for days now. You don't want to blue-ball your bros do you?"

None of them had cum for days? "F-f-fuck..." Aaron whispered.

"Well bro, you gonna be good and enjoy the show?"

Aaron nodded, not sure he could form words that weren't curses or made incoherent from moaning.

All of the boys in the room started to work their cocks a little faster. Marco took a few steps forward in the group. Aaron's wet jock left the linebacker's cock sticky with Xander's cum. The bull's dick was indeed thick as a beer can, and probably had more girth on it than Aaron's. He figured it would seriously hurt his jaw getting that thing in his mouth, but he was certain it hollowing out his ass would be a different story.

Marco couldn't believe how much Xander had cum into the jock. The colt almost came as much as him. He wondered just how many times Xander could cum, if someone just strapped the wide-receiver down and jerked him off. For some reason, he pictured Aaron doing it--the younger leopard's hands were soft for an athlete. He bet that eager gay slut would milk Xander, since it wasn't Marco it was fine to picture Aaron beating off his other friend until the QB's hands were covered in cum, wet as the jock Marco pulled along his cock. Maybe Marco could even taste some--fuck he bet both those studs came thick.

Aaron watched Marco--eyes closed in concentration--grunt as he came. He held the jock to his urethra while his other hand worked his shaft. Each time he shot, the bull's bottom half shook cutely while his tail lashed behind him. He muttered something and sighed as his orgasm slowed. It had been not quite as long as Xander's, but it had been just as productive and Aaron's jock was just soaked by now. There was just about as much cum on Marco's hand as there was on the jock as he handed it off to the next guy, a rising star on defense named Romeo. While the fifteen-year-old grey hare started groping his eager cock with the jock, Marco looked down at his cummy palm and said, "Fuck it."

"Whoa, bro!" Thom shouted as Marco licked the cum off his palm.

The eighteen year old swallowed and glared down the younger boys in the room. He said, "Shut up, it ain't gay if it's my cum alright? Don't you guys act like you've never tasted your own."

Alex laughed. "My dude's got a point. When I jack off in my car I usually end up having to lick off my paw to clean it."

Romeo, shuddered, as he stroked his dick on what was quickly becoming the team cum rag. "Shit, you're all a bunch of--"

"Bunch of what, bro?" Xander said from behind Aaron. His voice had the hard edge he usually used to scare freshmen and other teams.

Romeo grimaced, but didn't stop jerking himself off. The hare said to Xander, "Fucking loud mouths, can't a guy concentrate? I'm trying to picture my girl here."

But as Romeo pushed his brown mop of hair off his sweat matted brow, he didn't have his eyes closed like Marco did, he was staring at Aaron--lips pursed and obvious need in the boy's eyes. Aaron remained very still, unsure what he'd do if dared let himself move--if Aaron would go for one of the cocks in the room or start stroking his own or turn and spread himself or--God he'd had fantasies like this with his team before. He just never expected them to come true. His reverie was broken as Romeo muttered a curse and started cumming into Aaron's jock. By now, every time seed spilled into the cloth, almost more dripped onto the concrete floor in thick, pearls. Each opaque drop pooling on the ground as Romeo finished in the jock. The smell of boy cum in the locker room was so strong at this point Aaron thought someone might smell it from the outside of the room.

Alex took the jock next and jeered, "It's not a race, bro."

"Shut up dude, that things already wetter than most pussy alright?" Romeo offered his paw to Marco and said, "You wanna clean this up for me, bro?"

"Fuck off."

Xander whispered for only Aaron to hear, "Bet you wish you could lick it off, huh, bro?"

The leopard nodded dumbly.

Alex leaned back on the bench, eyes closed and face up at the ceiling while he frantically jerked into the jock. "Shit dudes, Romeo wasn't kidding."

Xander kept pushing it while everyone was distracted by Alex's loud jerking. "Whose hand would you wanna clean the most after they came in it."

"Y-yours," Aaron said.

"Heh, good answer short stuff. You got the biggest dick in the room, though. You should be making these guys clean you off, you hear?"

"Uh huh."

"Who'd you fuck first?"

But before Xander could get it out of him Thom said, "Yo what are you two whispering about?"

Xander said coolly, "Just telling Aaron how good he's gonna be at the game with all this team spirit."

"Fuck... I got his team spirit right here," Alex groaned as he aimed his canine cock at the floor and held the jock out in front of it. Thick gouts of cum started shooting from his tapered dick as he stroked. A lot just flat-out missed the jock and threw long strings of seed across the concrete. But what landed on it left a thick coat of canid seed on cloth. Alex had cum more than Xander had, and with his balls hanging off the bench, they all had a perfect view of his balls clench and churn each time he shot.

"Fuck Alex, you got your spunk all over the floor," Thom said. "I don't want to step in that."

Alex handed the jock to the next boy in line, who peeled back his foreskin and started wiping his smegma off. There was so much Aaron could see it even ten paces away before the player started stroking his dick with the jock like everyone else.

Alex said while watching at Aaron, "I had a lot of team spirit saved up for everyone. Just get Marco to clean it off."

"Fuck you guys," Marco said, "It's not weird when it's my cum, alright?"

Aaron glanced down at thick ropes of reeking teenage seed spilled on the ground. Honestly? If no one else was in the room he'd be tempted to lick it off the floor himself. And if one of the boys ordered him to...

His train of thought was cut off when Xander said, "Hey Marco, how about you go get the team spirit rag we got done up this week for our boy here?" He slapped one of Aaron's firm pecs so it was clear who their boy was. Aaron shuddered as Marco's smirk came back and he said, "Let me get it from my locker."

While he was retrieving it, the next boy was cumming into his jock. He just pulled the wet fabric tight to the head of his dick and shot so much seed it spilled straight through the cotten and dripped messily down his shaft and onto his quaking balls. When he finished he handed it to the next player in line and said as Marco walked back to the group, "Yo Marco, lemme see that real quick."

Marco tossed it and said, "Here you go, Phil."

Phil caught it and quickly cleaned off his hands before wiping his dick clean. Xander held out his hand and the Phil tossed it to him. The boys were cumming quicker and quicker, as the line got more worked up by all the action. While Xander caught the jockstrap, Aaron watched another teammate ball up the QB's jock on his tip as he started cumming straight into it.

He didn't get to see how much the teenager could cum because Xander quickly pushed the jockstrap he had into Aaron's face like it was a chloroform rag. It might as well have been. Aaron swayed and his moan was muffled as a potent mixture of hot, cum scented teenage musk fried his brain. His cock jerked and a jet of pre shot across the room.

He heard boys laugh and one say, "Whoa, bro, you getting off on our stinky smell?"

Aaron was--god--it felt like a few strokes with this rag of musk to his face would make the boy cum. He'd never smelled anything so rank or good. There were clear traces of smegma and sweat stains in the soiled fabric. It made his pulse pound in his head. He felt like he'd let them do anything so long as they let him keep that smell.

Xander knew Aaron was too fucking dumb with lust at the moment to say anything, so he announced to the room, "Our boy just loves his team spirit, dudes. Let a bro live." Then Xander explained, "We all took turns wearing this jock for you the last week of practice. We also got guys on the team to clean their dicks with it cause it's important you get some team spirit from everyone."

"Sh-shit," Aaron whimpered. That had to mean it wasn't just the guys here who knew. Did that mean the whole team knew? The thought made Aaron moan at the same time as Denzel did while he came.

Aaron heard whispered in his ear again, "Honestly dude, I don't fucking get it, but watching how much you get off on this gets me kinda worked up." And Aaron finally noticed that Xander's hard equine cock was resting against Aaron's back. He felt its pulse, and pre dripped through his fur down the curve of his back and around the firm muscle of his ass.

"You're a fucking slut, huh?"

Aaron just nodded, tears in his eyes from how bad he wanted to cum.

Finally it was Thom, last to jerk off into the obscene jockstrap. He had been working his dick since Xander had cum, and the boy had been nursing a fantasy while he waited his turn. He'd seen it in porn before--one of those walls where one half your body was stuck in one side while your ass hung out the other. He wanted to put one of those in the showers. He bet Aaron would fucking jump to be the team cum toilet. They'd keep a marker next time him so they could keep a tally of how many times his ass took a player's cock, and how many times the slutty boy came himself. Fuck he didn't even care if it was gay. The thought of a team slut just right there for them all to use was--

Thom passed a slew of curse words through his clenched teeth as his body locked up and his cum spilled all over the jock. He kept it in a wadded ball right in front of his dick and just let his load blow in thick strings all across it.

When he finished, Xander said, "Throw it here, Thom."

Thom did, and Xander caught it. The colt removed the jockstrap from Aaron's face and held the QB's used one up in front of him. "See this, dude, this is the start of a new team tradition. To make sure you got the team spirit you need to carry us through the season, we're gonna do this after each game, but you gotta wear what we give you, and more importantly, you got to fucking win. Hear me, Aaron?"

Aaron said, "Fuck, we won't lose another game--shit."

"You wanna put it on?"

"God yes."

Xander put Aaron's cum soaked jock in his hand. The sixteen year old shoved it in his face and took a deep breath. His whole body shook at the ripe scent of cum. It was like a spring bloom of head spinning musk--that boy cum fucking worth fighting for. He forced himself to pull it from his muzzle and put the smelly jock on, noticing most of the boys in the room were still sporting erections and softly groping them.

The wet jock strained at the length of Aaron's cock. The waistband only just over the head as the wet smell of boy cum rose to Aaron's nose again.

"Feel good, short stuff?"

"So good."

"Now there's just one more thing to do," Xander said and Aaron gasped as the wide-receiver's chest pressed against his shoulders. The bigger, older teenager gripped Aaron's cock and he moaned, dick threatening to pop from the jock. "Just gotta add your team spirit to it."

Xander started squeezing and jerking Aaron through the fabric. The wet tugging was all he needed to hit the edge, especially when Xander's free hand put the other dirty jock to his QB's nose. Aaron felt it in his belly. He didn't want to cum--this was all too good and he didn't want it to end. His knees knocked together and he clenched his fist and groaned. Xander whispered in his ear, "Don't fight it, bro. Come on... we want to see you blow."

They did. All ten boys were staring hungrily at his dick as Xander stroked it. Some of them already outright jerking off again. His team wanted to see him cum--fuck. It was too much. Aaron's broken moan was met with Xander holding him tighter. The older wide-receiver kept stroking his dick at a torturous pace. It was almost a punch in the gut, as Aaron's tight abs clenched and he came. He only stayed in his jock because Xander kept him there. Seed spilled from his urethra and poured right through the fabric. The velocity of his shots were slowed by the jock strap and poured on the floor like a sputtering faucet. Thick globs of potent cum pooled in front of Aaron, some of it staying in his jock and pushing down to his wet balls or down the sides of the fabric. Seed spilled on the floor faster than it had for any of the other boys in the room, enough to fill a fucking mug seemed to pour from the potent boy. And Aaron knew he could fucking cum, he'd filled condoms before. But this was on another level. The sound of him just spilling across the floor was almost as intoxicating as the potent addition of his smell.

The leopard finished, body locked in place and frozen in an afterglow that left the room silent. Romeo broke it by quietly saying, "Dude... that was fucking hot."

No one even tried to disagree. Xander released him with a slap on the ass that almost made Aaron fall over. "Fucking nice work, man," the older colt said. "Knew you had a ton of team spirit saved up." Everyone looked dubiously at Xander, his hand covered in cum even as he tried to keep up their ridiculous ruse.

"Come on guys," Marco said. "We could all use, uh, a cold shower. Except you Aaron, you don't get to wash any of it off."

Xander threw the other jockstrap at Aaron, who fumbled to catch it. "Yeah, you need to wear your jock as a reminder. And you can keep the other to."

Alex stood and said, "You should use it to clean up all this 'team spirit' on the floor so the cleaning crew doesn't find anything."

Aaron nodded. Of course he would. The boys were starting to soften around him. They went to the showers and started comparing who came the most as if it was some contest mixed with gay chicken. Aaron looked at the used, dirty jock in his hand. He pressed it back to his nose and took another deep breath, need already filling the cummy jock he wore. God--he still had two more years of high school football. And if every post-game win was like this, he'd never let his team lose another fucking game. The leopard could collect a lot of cum soaked jocks between now and college, after all.