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Brad had a plan, and it was already falling into place.

The cocky ram had his eyes set on one of the most popular guys at his high school for many months now. Perhaps predictably, the ram's infatuation was one sided. The ram didn't know if Derek even knew his name.

Well, after tonight, the polar bear quarterback would never forget it.

For weeks, everything had been painstaking prepared for this night, and the polar bear was oblivious to the mechanizations clicking into place around him. For all the quarterback knew, bottled beer in hand, this was just another kickin' party to celebrate the end of the school semester and the beginning of the summer break.

But for Brad and his the accomplices he had carefully selected to bring into his plan, this would be a night truly worth remembering.

First, however, the ram needed to get the polar bear to take the bait. Putting on his best casual smile, Brad wandered through the rooms of the host's house until he "accidently" bumped into Derek.

It was like running into a wall. Brad wasn't a small guy. The ram kept himself in good shape; it was probably the only reason he tended to laid as much as he did, and he had broad shoulders. The polar bear on the other hand was several inches taller than the ram, including his horns. Derek had some real muscle on him too. Not like a bodybuilder, no bear would ever have washboard abs, but under the layer of polar plumpness was a lot of hard muscle. Especially his arms, the bear's guns were huge. When the big white hulk glanced towards Brad with a buzzed looking frown, the ram took the opportunity and rolled the dice.

"Oh, hey Derek. Sorry about that! Guess I was just in a hurry to get downstairs. Me and some of the other guys were gonna pass a little pot around. Oh... umm, I guess you're invited if you'd like to come. No biggie."

Actually, the polar bear's answer was of the utmost importance to Brad. If the quarterback declined the offer, everything else would be for naught and the plan would fall apart. But the bait had been carefully selected, as Brad just happened to know that Derek was quite the fan of cannabis, but usually didn't get to partake since his parents drew such a firm line against it. The ram had once heard the polar bear's mother yell, "You'll ruin your future!" at him in the school parking lot, along with other such hyperbolic nonsense.

So it was with a suppressed sigh of relief that Brad saw the school's premier jock first glance around for anyone who might be spying in on their brief conversation, and then in a hushed voice mumble back, "Errmm... yeah, dude. That sounds pretty good. Basement you said? Okay... I'll be there in a sec. Thanks."

Keeping his smile warm and inviting, the far less popular ram replied, "Of course! Just do me a favor and keep in between you and me. We don't have a ton to go around, if you know what I mean. Oh, and grab yourself another beer or two on the way. See ya in a bit, bro."

Seeing the polar bear nod in understanding, confident in the knowledge that their shared delinquency was unlikely to get back to his unforgiving parents, Brad briskly walked off and headed to the door that lead downstairs. It was hidden away at the back of a poorly lit hallway, so it was unlikely that any drunken wanders would manage to make their way in. More likely they'd crash out on the patio or the tiki-torch lit backyard.

Besides, the party was already beginning to wind down and people were starting to head home. Some by recklessly driving themselves and others by stumbling off into the night like a bad zombie flick.

Shutting the door quietly behind him, the ram descended the stairs only to be met with the eager stares of his three accomplices. Intuiting that he didn't have much time before the quarterback made his appearance, Brad addressed the group with a short remark.

"Okay, he's in. He'll be down here in just a minute or two. Everyone stick to the plan, but just as importantly, act casual. If you spook him, that's it: game over. Todd, are the cameras set up?"

The jittery seeming mouse nodded quickly, but followed that up with an unsure sounding, "Are you sure we should do this...? It just seems..."

The door opening just out of sight above them cut the mouse off. Pinning him with a determined look, the ram said, "Stick to the plan. It'll be fine."

Nodding in capitulation but still looking unsure, Todd kept the rest of his thought to himself.

Derek thudded heavily down the wooden stairs and as he came into view Brad addressed the group again saying, "Hey guys, look who came. Good to see ya Derek. Take a seat anywhere you like."

The ram could tell from the polar bear's expression that he was trying to put names to the faces before him. Unfortunately for him, the people Brad had hand selected for this job didn't run in the same circles that the overly popular quarterback did.

Seeing an opportunity to help set the handsome jock at ease, the ram went on, "And just to get the introductions out of the way. The skinny mouse over there is Todd. The fox is John, the rabbit is Neal, and I'm sure everyone knows Derek -- he's our football team's quarterback."

Everyone murmured greetings back and forth. Todd was so cowed by Derek's presence that the little mouse barely squeaked out a hello. The fox, John, was smoother, smiling and shaking the bear's paw as he rolled a blunt. Neal just grinned and handed Derek a fresh beer as the polar bear finished his off. With that the next part of the scheme got underway. For the next half hour, everyone chilled, made small talk, drank, and passed around lighters and pot. John and Brad teased Todd a little about being the school chess champ. Neal talked about his photography classes, and Derek regaled them with stories about his best passes and how he always avoided being sacked as the lit blunt passed around the group. The bear had a jovial laugh and was a lot more easygoing than Brad had expected him to be. The ram noted that the polar bear had also downed two more beers, in addition to whatever he'd imbibed earlier in the night, and that he was getting to look extremely loose and relaxed.

Deciding that the time was right, Brad gave the silent signal to the fox to kick things off.

Speaking loudly to make sure he had everyone's focus, John practically shouted out, "This is fuckin' amazing time we're having. Man... the only thing this is missing is us getting laid. Any cute girls left upstairs?"

Remembering his line from the script they'd all agreed to before hand, the rabbit offered up, "Nah, dude. I checked just a bit ago when I went to the bathroom. It's pretty dead up there. The real party is down here. Here's another drink to the after party, woooo!"

They all laughed and shared a drink to this and then Brad kept up the game with his line.

"Well, that's a problem then, because John's right... it would be a true shame to end this night without getting sucked off." The ram caught the half-drunk, and more than a little high polar bear nodding along to the sentiment.

Nervously, his voice almost breaking from frayed nerves, the mouse offered up, "Well... there's probably a way to solve that problem. How about a bet? Just between us guys."

That caught Derricks attention, and with all eyes on Todd, he asked, "A bet? What kind of bet?"

Clearing his throat with a quick cough, the mouse kept on with his portion of the script, explaining, "Well... we all want to get sucked off, yeah? But there's no girls left and obviously none of us are going to volunteer to do it. So, how about a bet? One guy sucks off the other four. We all agree to the bet before knowing who that unlucky guy will be. It could be you, but with five of us here, odds are way in your favor that you score a free blowjob."

Brad could tell from Derek's frown and body language that he was super unsure about this bet. But everyone else followed up Todd's words by hooting, hollering, and basically acting as if it was the best idea they'd ever heard.

Caught up in the group vibe, the jock found himself smirking and nodding along. "Yeah... okay, but how do we decide who the loser is?"

This time it was the fox who spoke up. "Easy. Whoever is least manly man amongst us has to get on his knees for the others. In other words... whoever has the smallest erect cock. Oh, and before anyone even thinks of trying to back out, you'll basically be admitting to four other guys that you know for a fact that you have a small dick."

The ram could tell that backing out is exactly what Derek's preference would have been. But he was too buzzed, too high, and too stubborn to be the first. Unlucky for him, it was already a foregone conclusion that none of the other four guys in the room were going to back out, and so he was stuck.

One by one the group of five decided that the bet was on, with the quarterback making up the last and most important consenter.

Brad's recalled that his line was up next and said aloud, "So, how do we start this? Any volunteers to go first?"

To which Neal had already agreed to reply, "Well, since you're asking for volunteers, how about you start us off? Unless you're wimping out, that is."

Grinning, the ram capitulated, saying, "Whatever you say, champ. I'm not scared."

Rather than just unzipping his pants and immediately exposing himself, Brad took it a step further and started undressing entirely. He explained this with, "Might as well make myself comfortable for whichever one of you lucky fellas gets to go down on me. I'm told I'm delicious."

With everyone's gaze pointed at him, the ram performed a brief strip show, throwing his clothes away from the circle of acquaintances until he was rapidly down to just his underwear. Pulling the waistband down a kicking them off to the side, the highschooler revealed his already bobbing, pre-dripping erection.

"Hey, John, is that a ruler over there I see? Bring that over, would ya?"

Careful to set the tone by not acting shy or embarrassed in the slightest, Brad took the foot long ruler from the fox with a thank you and set to measuring himself.

"Read it and weep, lads. Nine inches! Looks like this bad boy isn't coming in last place."

Derek eyes were locked on the ram flesh that bouncing around mere feet in front of him, when he offered up, "Umm, looks more like eight and three-quarters to me."

Chuckling with self-confidence, Brad shot back, "Oh, have me beat do you? Well, you're next then, big boy. Shuck those clothes and let's see it."

Everything came down to this moment. The group needed buy-in from jock polar bear or this whole thing was a wasted effort. And the group could tell that Brad was deeply conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to continue to hang out and enjoy free pot and maybe even enjoy a suck job from some unlucky sap. On the other hand, he didn't want to be the group's unlucky gambler. Seeing the incontestable length of the ram, Brad was suddenly confront by the fact that he was for sure not the biggest dicked room in the room. Now he was forced to ask himself, was there any possibility that he could be the smallest?

But with other three fellow students yet to reveal themselves, and with them being a mouse, a rabbit, and a fox, the polar bear found himself liking his odds.

Entirely ignorant that every single person in this room had been carefully pre-selected based on their willingness to participate and the endowment of their pole. And before even that step, Brad had made sure to bribe a fun loving (and money loving) girl to get him the stud's measurements by measuring the polar bear's endowment against her forearm.

So while Derek made his decision based upon the faulty assumption that everyone was playing on an equal playing field, the rest of the room already knew that it would be the polar bear who would come up short.

And so the trap closed around him when the quarterback said, "Fuck it. Hand me that ruler."

In moments he was stripped bare, his hand stroking up and down along the length of his shaft as he worked to get himself to full hardness. Whiskey dick was working against him somewhat, but the rest of the group gave him all the time he needed to overcome it. Each of them were thoroughly enjoying the show, after all. Not to mention, the longer and more enthusiastically he played with himself, the better the edited tape would come out in the end.

Wanting to keep him in the mood and set the appropriate atmosphere for the forthcoming fun, the four other males cheered him on as he jerked it, and then redoubled their encouragement after he confidently declared, "Eight and a half inches!"

In truth, it was closer to eight than eight in a half, but the others decided not to begrudge the jock his imaginary half-inch since it wouldn't do him any good anyway.

Brad high faved the stud and said, "Well, it looks like I'm safe and you're probably in the clear. So let's see what these other guys have to show."

John the fox was up next, and he wasted zero time in whipping out his nine and a half incher. Brad could tell that the polar bear was somewhat taken aback by the unpleasant surprise, but the sobering up jock just demanded, "Okay, the rabbit next." as the fox took off the rest of his garments.

With a smug smile on his face, the long-eared lad shucked off his clothes and said, "I happened to have already measured mine a few months back. It's also nine and a half or so also. And my balls are pretty plump too, if you don't mind me saying."

Brad tried, and failed, to stifle a laugh before telling Derek and Todd, "It looks like it's between you two. Which one of you wins will be treated to a blowjob by the other. And the loser will have three more to perform after that. No backing out now, and no running for the door. That means you too, Todd. Get out of those clothes so you don't dart away on us."

Clearly very anxious, Todd slowly, carefully, removed item after item of clothing until Derek lost his patience.

"We don't got all night, dude. Do it already."

And with a great sigh of pent up nervousness, the mouse slipped off his undergarment. Just then, the polar gave out a celebratory woot of relief.

Virtually dancing in place like he'd just scored the winning touchdown, the quarterback bellowed, "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about! I win! Time to suck my dick, boy. Go ahead... shuffle over here on your hands and knees. Derek's got a big one for your little mouth."

Alarmed, Todd pleaded, "W-wait! No... I'm not all the way hard! You got to stroke yours first, so that means I do too!"

Crossing his arms and rolling his eyes, Derek said, "Yeah yeah, sure, whatever floats your boat. But you're wasting your time, mouse. Everyone can see that."

And to be fair, the polar bear did have a point. For all intents and purposes, if you'd compared the two students at that point in time, it'd only be natural to declare Derek the winner. But Brad knew two things that the jock didn't. First, he knew that the mouse was a grower, not a shower, and second, he knew the exact length of Todd's arousal when it got hard. Hell, the ram had practically popped his jaw going down on the petite rodent a few days ago. The painfully shy rodent had needed a bit of convincing to join the group as their last member.

Sure enough, over the next minute the boy's pole grew and grew and kept on growing, as if by magic. Biting his lower lip in his painfully shy way, Todd meat filled out second by second... eight inches... then nine... eventually nine and a half... and finally ten full, impressively thick, inches.

Derek was in disbelief. "No. Fucking. Way. I don't believe it."

Before the polar bear knew it, the rest of the group was around and behind him, slowly but firmly pushing the jock to his knees as he faced towards the meek mouse.

John, with his hand on the Derek's shoulder, told him, "Well, I know how to convince you it's the real deal. Say 'aaaahhhh', handsome."

It was obvious that there was more the quarterback wanted to say, but his drug-addled mind refuse to provide him with any alternatives. Instead, the white furred polar bear sputtered his indignation as Brad firmly pushed the mouse forward to claim his prize.

Actually, Todd was rebelling even more than now kneeling Derek was.

"Hey, wait! Why do I have to go first?! St-stop pushing!"

The nude mouse used his furred feet pink paws to push back against the basement's concrete floor as he was manhandled towards the dumbstruck footballer.

The ram replied, "Think of it as your reward for first place. Time for the school's quarterback to suck off the school's chess champ. Come on... in you go."

The size difference between the two was a sight to behold, in more ways that one. In terms of physique, the polar bear dwarfed the petite mouse. But in terms of tackle, it was the mouse who was the clear winner.

A moment later, the cockhead of Todd's ten inch schlong was pressed firmly up against the tightly clamped-shut lips of the jock. Enjoying the moment and knowing that the multiple cameras were capturing all of this for endless future re-watchings, the ram reached around from behind the mouse and gripped the root of his sex-buddy's dick.

Using his hold to maneuver the largest prick of the five high schoolers back and forth over the front of Derek's muzzle, Brad wielded the arousal as if it were a paintbrush or as though he were spreading lip gloss over polar bear's mouth.

As he did so he said, "Come on now, bro. A bets a bet, and you lost fair and square. No one here is saying you're gay, but you're gonna let your new friend here into your muzzle. Plus, it's just like you said, we don't have all night."

Derek was stuck in an impossible position. Too mentally dulled to come up with a plan, he resisted the urge to argue back, figuring that the moment he opened his mouth to try and talk his way out of the situation he'd get a muzzle full of nerd cock. At the same time, he couldn't just very well throw them off and storm out. Not only was he bare naked, but he had no idea what sort of price the others would make him pay for squelching on a bet. Especially one he'd been so eager to collect on himself just a minute ago.

Neal, who stood behind the polar bear alongside the fox, decided to attempt to break the stalemate by sweetening the pot for the besieged quarterback. The rabbit volunteer, "Don't be like that, dude... here, I'll tell ya what. If you go down on Todd here, later he'll return the favor and go down on you. That'll square you up, yeah? And that way everyone here gets a blowjob out of the deal."

Hearing this, Todd immediately protested saying, "Hey, that wasn't part of the deal! Why do I have to be the one to--" but with a shuddering gasp he cut off. Derek had relaxed him lips just enough for Brad to press the mouse's hips forward enough that the first few inches of his shaft slipped into the quarterbacks mouth.

With the exception of Derek and Todd, the rest of the guys were all smiling in triumph. They'd done it. They'd manage to get the most popular, most handsome guy in school on his knee dolling out blowjobs. And all it cost them was a single bag of weed and a hundred bucks to a cash-strapped cheerleader.

Without conscious choice, the mouse's hips bucked forward as he fed another couple of his inches into the polar bear's virgin mouth, which was now forced to experience the musky flavor of another male's pole. The taste invaded his mouth and flooded his taste buds. Derek tried to swallow the taste down and away, but with the leaky shaft still between his lips, it did him no good.

All around him, Brad, Neal, and John all patted him on the back, shoulders, and head, congratulating him on "manning up" and "doing his fellow bro a solid". The ram fetched the group's beers so that three of them could toast the quarterbacks surrender.

Holding their glass bottles up into the air, Brad declared, "Three cheers for Derek! Though he may have the smallest cock in the room, he proved he's a big a man as any of us by honoring a bet. Way to go, dude!"

Derek, still suffering from shell-shock, could only stare straight ahead into Todd's belly fur as the horny mouse continued to press even more of his ten incher into the quarterbacks muzzle. The sounds of the beer bottles above his head clanging against in other in toast fell on deaf ears. He was too distracted by the dawning realization that, yes, he did indeed have another guys erection in his mouth. It was really real, and it was squirting equally real precum all over his tongue.

Pot was also redistributed and lit up, and merrily the other guys conversed amongst themselves, resuming previous discussions and trying their best to pretend there was nothing unusual going on in the room. However, they had all been careful to position themselves around their pair engaging in oral sex so that they could enjoy the show.

Todd and Derek, for their parts, were both in their individual worlds, dealing with own issues. The mouse was equal parts ecstatic that his personal hero was sucking him off, but also filled with worry about what that would mean in the days ahead. Would the jock forgive him? Would Derek (dare he hope) want to this again, maybe? Would the quarterback figure out eventually that'd he'd been set up? A thousand thoughts coursed through the chess champion's award winning mind but all he could manage to do was groan in pleasure as his plump balls prepared themselves to churn up a cummy treat for the footballer.

Derek was experiencing many emotions, but chief amongst them were intense denial and embarrassment. He didn't want to accept that he'd lost the bet -- that he had the tiniest manhood amongst his school peers. He didn't want to acknowledge that he had some unpopular nerd's drippy rod making a slimy mess of his mouth. He didn't want to admit that somehow, despite this terrible situation, he was still rock hard and looking forward to getting off himself.

And so the jock settled for mindlessly suckling on their mouse's too-large-to-believe cock. All the while doing his best to ignore the other shafts bobbing at eye level and how their owners would eventually insist he orally treat them.

Eventually, after several more minutes of Derek's somewhat inept blowjob, nature got the better of Todd. Toes curling, the mouse tried to muster the courage to let the jock know that he was about to spew his load. But the socially awkward teenager seized up at the thought of having to explain to the muscle-bound jock kneeling before him that he was just seconds away from seeding the polar bear's mouth, and that he might want to pull off before he got a muzzle full of strong-tasting sperm.

Instead, Todd only managed to get out a few inarticulate squeaks before his orgasm rushed over him. Realizing that the first among their group was getting their pay-off, all conversation stopped as the onlookers watched on as the mortified nerd blew his load all over the quarterbacks now cum-drenched tongue.

Derek, caught off guard at the unannounced climax, instinctively did his best to keep up with Todd's powerful flow as the mouse found his voice again, alternating between apologizing to the polar bear and thanking him, again and again.

With a motion of his hand, the ram gestured to Neal, letting him know that he was up next. Nodding his understanding, the rabbit walked up to the mouse and pulled him backwards by the hips, revealing the boy's still pulsing girth as it popped out of the quarterback's mouth. This had the inevitable consequence of getting the top area of Derek's nose and face streak with two long, pearly ropes of cum.

Seeing what he'd unintentionally done, Todd continued apologize profusely even as the rabbit took his place and slipped his member into the polar bear's muzzle, replacing Todd's shaft with his own inside Derek's mouth.

This all happened too fast for the still very much drunk and high quarterback to do anything about. Still working his throat to deal with Todd's output, it took Derek's brain a second or two to realize that not only had he just swallowed another man's load, but a second guy was already fucking his mouth.

Looking down and seeing the confused, annoyed look on the jock's face, the rabbit offered up some pep talk.

"You're doing great, champ! You're a natural at this. Fuuuuuuck me, but your mouth feels good. No wonder Todd came so much... we're lucky you were the one to came up short, huh? If it were me, I'd be doing terrible a terrible job. Not like you, mate... this is amazing! Lucky for both of us I have such a hefty cock, right?"

This sort of talk didn't do much to raise the quarterback's spirits, but it did serve to cow him until submission. He tried to mumble out some of rebuke, but stopped when he realized that from Neal's perspective, it must have looked and felt like he was really going to town trying to pleasure the rabbit with his lips and tongue.

Neal was only half an inch short of the mouse's length, but due to his particular genetics his unit was quite a bit skinnier. In some ways, this made Derek's life a bit easier but at the same time, the rabbit wanted to show off for the cameras. For Neal, this meant getting the cute, tough jock to deepthroat him.

Whereas Todd had been afraid to touch the polar bear, the rabbit figured he'd need leverage if he was going to work his way deep down into the quarterback' throat. Gripping Derek's head with both hands, Neal ignored the jock's grunt of displeasure and began seesawing himself back and forth.

Except on each return trip, he gave the polar bear another quarter inch or so. Inevitably, this resulted some soft coughing which soon turned into harsh gagging. Neal, not giving up on his dream of being the first (and possibly last) person to have ever been deep throated by the school's boy-hero, did his best to talk the now teary-eyed jock through this hardship.

"No no, shhhh. Shhhhh, Derek. Relax, bro. Just relax your throat... let me in, dude. Just relax and let your good friend Neal in. Here, take my advice: swallow down while I'm pushing in... it'll go down easier. We're almost there, bud... just a couple more inches to go. Here's a bit more... and breaaathe.... and now here's a bit more... and breeaaaathe... you're doing great, Derek. Keep up with me now, ya hear?"

As Derek continued to gag, his hands came up to grip the rabbit's hips. Neal ignored them and pressed on forward as the others watched on in disbelief. Tricking the jock into giving them blowjobs was one thing, but making him deepthroat another guy something else entirely.

But neither the ram, nor the fox, nor the mouse were bold enough to say anything, each fearing that if, at this moment, even a word was breathed aloud that whatever spell was keeping the polar bear submissive and compliant would break. Therefor, no one lifted a finger as the school quarterback gargled and gagged on the nearly ten inch pole.

That is, until the mischievous fox wandered over to Derek's side and whispered in his ear.

"Hey, dude... I don't think he plans on jizzing until he scores a touchdown, if you know what I mean. You're a strong dude, yeah? Just use your grip on his hips and pull him all the way in... get it over with already, yeah?"

For an uncomfortably bit of time, it looked like the increasingly angry jock was going to ignore John, or perhaps even put a stop to this entire debacle. But eventually he must have decided that there was something to the idea of just getting things over with, and so his arm muscles coiled and tensed as he pulled Neal all the way in, ramming the rabbit's long cock painfully down his own throat.

It took a second for Neal to realize what was happening, but when he did, he was so incredibly turned on by the polar bear's voluntary self-degradement that he gave up his cum right then and there.

Just as cream shot out of his cock, words shot out of the rabbit's mouth as he self-indulgently gloated.

"Holy fuck, Derek -- we did it! You and me man, yeah! We climbed that peak and owned it! Yeah, bro, suck down that victory juice! See, I told you that you were a natural! No way I'd of been able to suck down a cock this size, but you made it happen!"

John, taking a bit of perverse pride in his role in the accomplishment, couldn't help but offer up some encouragement of his own.

Laying his hand down on the polar bears shoulder, the fox whispered into his ear, "You're a real stud, Derek. No wonder you're the school hero. Now, it's time for you and me to have a bit of fun ourselves, okay?"

Taking hold one of Derek's hands that was still holding onto Neal's hips, the fox guided it over and onto his flesh, using his fingers to get the polar bear to wrap his own around the hardened dick.

Using the jock's hand as a masturbatory aid, John moved the hand back and forth over his sexually excitable knotted cock and explained to the quarterback, "Yeah, stud... just like that. Brad, come over here and take his other hand."

Not wanting to settle for a mere handjob, but also unwilling to rock the boat, the primary conspirator hesitantly did as he was instructed and soon they had the polar bear not only using both arms to give out stroke-jobs but still with his nose pressed into Neal's pubic fur, as the rabbit was so far stubbornly refusing to pull out even as his cummed-out unit slowly shrank, pulling itself back out from the polar bear's throat.

After some additional coaching, encouragement, and sweet talking on the part of John, the fox managed to get the quarterback to use his own muscle power to stroke their two arousals. Letting their arms drop to their sides, Brad and John breathed heavily as the polar bear not only just kept up the pace, but actually quickened the speed of his palm's jerking motion in a bid to get the final two guys to squirt as quickly as possible -- and preferably not in his mouth.

But Brad realized that Derek wouldn't be getting out of it that easy when John shot him a private wink over the head of the kneeling jock. The fox gently but pointedly pushed Neal out of the way, the rabbit's mostly soft cock wettly pulling out of the polar bear's muzzle.

When the other male had stepped back, John spoke up again.

"Okay, Derek... let's end this with a bang, yeah?"

Putting his arm around Brad's waist, he moved the two of them directly in front of the jock, hip to hip.

Both the ram and the polar bear both caught on simultaneously. The fox intended for Derek to suck them both off at the same time, while continuing to stroke them off.

Finally, the jock balked.

"What? No way, dude. That's too much.", the quarterback was able to say, his mouth momentarily free.

But the smooth talking fox was insistent. Seeing the strands of cum coating the polar bear's face, John used his fingers to scoop up some of the cooling jizz and rubbed it over the end of both his and Brad's cockhead, saying "There, that should make it more manageable for you. I don't expect you to be able to take all it, but there's no reason that you can't fit both of us if you try.

It was obvious that the quarterback had more to say, but the two other males cut him off when he opened his mouth to protest, each force feeding him the first few inches of their cocks side by side. Not only did that render his follow-up unintelligible, Derek was also made to taste the mouse's cum for the second time that night, as the tips of both shafts were lathered in it.

After that, John's arms tensed, using his grip on their meat to disallow either of their poles any deeper entrance into his mouth. Thinking quickly, John came up with a solution.

Looking back over his shoulder, the fox called out, "Hey, Todd. You're up, buddy. Treat our new friend here, for being such a good sport."

Crossing his arms in a bit of an unflattering display of petulance, the mouse whined, "Why should I? That wasn't part of the bet."

John was about to respond, but Brad spoke up first and said, "Because everyone here, probably including Derek, knows you've wanted to go down on him for a long time. So stop playing hard to get and suck your crush's dick. ...Plus, if you complain any more, we won't let you change your mind later and you'll regret it until the day you die."

Actually, this was news to the still hard polar bear. Before today, he'd never really paid attention to the little guy. Now he'd sucked the nerd off, tasted his cum, and learned that the mouse apparently had a crush on him.

Derek didn't know how to feel about that. And that distraction was precisely what John and Brad had been counting on. With the jocks arms now less tense, the fox and ram pushed themselves forward, unintentionally making the jock gag at their combined girth.

Todd, with his lame attempts at standing up for himself defeated, tried to hide his mounting excitement as he knelt down between the legs of his co-conspirators and got his first up-close and personal look at his idol's meat.

The mouse's eyes grew wide and his heart began to race as he confronted this indescribably wonderful appendage of his boyhood hero. He was so enthralled that he didn't notice when Neal crouched down beside him, on the other side of John's legs.

The pleasantly cummed-out rabbit decided it would be fun to tease the enamored mouse. Seeing how Todd was looking at the polar bear's erection, Neal whispered to him, "That cock you're drooling over deserves your respect, Todd. You know it, I know it, and Derek knows it. So I'll tell you how this is going to go down. First, you're going to kiss it, like it's your date to the prom. Second, you're going to ask it, as respectfully as you possibly can, whether you may be allowed to give it a special treat with your mouth."

Todd, not really convinced, replied, "S-says who? No one cares whether or not I do that!"

But Neal knew the mouse's weak spot. "Okay, well, ignore my advice if you want. I just thought you'd want him to let you go down on him again later. You know, before games, after a touchdown, or after winning state. You really think he's going to let you do that if you're treating his pride like just another cock? ...Your call, dude."

Hearing this, the mouse caved. And just a short bit later Derek was moaning into John's and Brad's cocks as his own member was kissed, caressed, sweet talked, and worshiped. The polar bear could hardly believe how far Todd was willing to go to degrade himself for his jock cock... but there was something about it that turned him on something fierce.

This triple blowjob went on for ten more minutes until finally John started moaning, signalling his readiness to make the tricked and trapped quarterback put away his seed. Eyes half closed in intense pleasure, the fox looked over to the ram and said, "Oh shit... cum with me, Brad! Let's fill this small-dicked jock up!"

The ram, turned on by the last second dirty talking, permitted the fox to pull him into a kiss. As they made out passionately, Derek was forced to cope with their combined cumshots, desperately swallowing as fast as he could. Even then ram and fox jizz gushed out of the corners of his muzzle and down his chin, where it fell onto the back of Todd's head who was now going into overdrive servicing his idol's hypersensitive unit.

With all of this sensory input driving him on, the quarterback's balls gave up their seed to the greedy mouse who refused to slow down on the jock's cock even as it began to ache in protest from the intense over stimulation.

Standing back a few feet, Neal captured all these last few moments on his mobile phone's camera, making extra sure to frame the jock's face as he took in two loads while giving up his own.

The rabbit knew that the rest of the hidden camera footage would be shared between the four of them, but the kink-loving highschooler wanted this memento for his private collection.

Neal had heard that Derek was considering attending the same college he'd set his eyes on. This video could prove to be an excellent conversation starter in a year or two's time. It made the rabbit smile to consider what the quarterback might be willing to do to keep this video from being shown and shared around.

Besides, seeing the polar bear resign himself to waiting the three terribly long minutes it took for Brad and John to stop making out before they allowed him to pull himself off their dripping half-hard lengths made Neal look forward to how far he'd be able to push the jock in the months and years ahead.

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Almost exactly a year later, Derek was on the edge of the large seat as he sat waiting in the principal's office.

He was days from graduating, and that was only due to the generosity of his teachers and his coach's heartfelt pleading that he'd skated by his senior semester with straight Cs and a lone B. And so the polar knew that this surprise meeting with Principal Donner couldn't possibly be good news. Especially with the elephants reputation for being a real hard-ass.

It was with mounting anxiety that the popular jock sat across from the unoccupied desk as the minutes ticked by on the wall clock.

With a start, Derek suppressed the desire to leap out of his chair when the door opened and slammed shut behind him. With pondering slowness, the principal made his way to his own massive desk chair, all the while using his iron gaze to bore back at the now outright scared quarterback. Or, rather, former quarterback, now that the year's season was over.

For another minute, elephant studied the much younger polar bear, his fingers beating a steady, unchanging beat rhythmically into the top of his wooden desk.

At last he spoke.

With a voice as deep as it was severe, the large authority figure said, "Young man... I've been reviewing your academic records, and I am simply stunned that you would pull this stunt. You of all people. What were you thinking? You're barely managing to graduate as it is. Are you trying to ruin your future? What will your parents think?"

Derek's mind raced as he tried to connect the dots. A hundred lesser sins sprang to mind, but nothing that would get his expelled made itself known.

"S-sir? I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Oh, really then? Shall I refresh your memory?"

With a flick of his thick wrist, the suited elephant tossed ten high-gloss photos on the table before the polar bear. Each of them depicting an explicitly compromising moment of that night a year ago.

The principal kept on before the youth could react.

"Drug fueled sex parties. Truancy. Alcohol. Debauchery. Homosexuality. I know your father, Derek. What would he think of all this?"

The former quarterback's heart leapt into his throat, then froze in place there, solid as a rock. He could only manage to mumble out, "I... I... I dunno... I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking! It was their idea!"

Tugging at the knot of his tie to loosen it after a long day of administering the future working class, Principal Donner intoned, "And whose idea would that be, boy? The anonymous people in these photos? I can't even make out their faces, much less their identities. Do they even go to this school? No, lad... you must take responsibility for your own actions. It's time you finally grew up."

Grasping at straws as he felt his once bright future slip away, the jock pleaded aloud.

"Please, please tell me how to fix this! I'll do anything! I'll do better, I swear on my life!"

Tapping his fingers on the desk once more, the elephant contemplated the situation a moment, until he told Derek, "Yes... you'll do much better, won't you? And I'll see to it myself, personally. I can tell from these photos that your technique is terrible. Yes... you'll need many hours of practice before you're up to snuff. We might as well start now."

Not comprehending, the white furred jock asked, "...Sir?"

Rather than responding with mere words, Principal Donner stood up out of his leather chair, reach down with both hands, unzipped his pants, and let his titanic grey monster flop onto the top of the wooden desk with a weighty thump.

"We'll start you off with deep throat training... then we'll move on to ball gargling. Begin."

Derek, paralyzed in his chair, could only stare as the twelve inch colossus was dragged across the table as the elephant made his way around it, hefted the rigid cock aloft, and all too soon pressed it firmly against the young man's lips, the elephant's strong trunk tugging the polar bear's head insistently forward.