A Sizeable Difference
Chapter 3 - Quarterback
Nate was glad his pads hid how drenched in cum his chest was.
And he could see how he reeked of the obscene smell of sweat and sex the Assistant Coach left on before every practice.
The weather was nice today. And now and again he looked up at the blue morning sky, letting the sunlight hit his skin with its welcoming warmth, the closest thing on Earth to the peace he felt after meeting his trainer and seeing his face be filled with pleasure and pride at how hard his player worked to make him feel good.
But he also thanked heaven that the other guys on the team didn't seem as eager to sniff him as he had feared at first.
Nate's legs were still trembling. He had just spent the last several hours being chased and tackled by the guys of the defensive team, today's version of the gruesome practices the Head Coach liked to put them through.
He looked at them, the biggest men around, curious to see if they were just as flustered as him by this morning's exercises, and noticed they were now taking off their helmets and walking toward the locker room, stretching their thick necks and their even thicker arms in order to relax their musculature and get rid of some of the pain they had endured while hitting him again and again.
Their faces, different mixes of relief and exhaustion, couldn't be more different than the dead serious expression they had just now, when they were all still charging him with the same razor-sharp focus of a predator after its prey. And just as hard.
It was like Nate could still feel their arms around him, as those studs grabbed his thighs to bring him down, hugging him with all their might as their heads pressed against his ass, forcing him to lose his balance and hit the ground. And he vividly remembered how he had to spend a few seconds down there, unable to get up, overcome by the thrilling experience of having some of the strongest men he knew use all their power against him.
And every time he opened his eyes, he'd once more find the latest muscular jock to bring him down now standing by his side, friendly giving him a hand and pulling him up. And he was never surprised to find that latest stud's face lit up by some variation of the same cocky smile all the guys who played defensive positions had on when they felt they had bested another man, their eyes never failing to betray the same thought every time.
"I win."
But those smiles never made Nate feel like he had lost.
He smiled back, amused by their shared love for displays of raw manliness, got up, and ran back to the initial position, where someone would throw him the ball and he'd once again try run to the end zone, in a seemingly never ending cycle of chase, capture, strong arms around shivering legs and hard helmets against helpless butt.
And despite all the physical contact they were forced into, none of the hunks seemed aware that the guy they were all grappling was hiding such a mess under his uniform. Which made Nate wonder if the acrid smell of perspiration that was infused in all of their helmets didn't somehow saturate their senses with their own masculine scent. There was just so much virility their noses could possibly stand before giving up, and they themselves had probably already surpassed that threshold.
That thought helped Nate relax a little. But he couldn't be sure, and was left to hope for it to be true, still unaware of how the thrills of walking in public covered in cum were making him more and more aroused.
Shower time, though, was a little trickier. There were no sweaty helmets to protect him there.
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Nate couldn't deny the strong effects the Assistant Coach's "treatment" was having on him. Nevertheless, he still felt very uncomfortable in the locker room, with all those bubble butts passing by and all those cocks swinging freely wherever he looked. Nate couldn't understand how those jocks could be so happy to share a moment of naked intimacy with each other, or what was it about that mysterious ritual of male bonding that brought them all closer together the more exposed they seemed to get, laughing louder everyday, getting a little more riskier with their high jinks and grab ass as their communal friendship grew stronger and stronger among dirty jockstraps and soapy balls under hot water.
Comradery.
All while Nate had to do his best to change into his gym clothes and get out of there without bringing attention to his small penis, or the cum all over his body, or the intense way he stared at their bodies, or his overall suspicious behavior.
But this morning he felt like something was off. Nate was trying hard not to focus for too long on the the cocks of his teammates, when he suddenly noticed that the usually rowdy atmosphere had calmed down a little, and that, one by one, the guys around him were getting quieter and quieter, eventually filling the locker room with nothing but the sound of water hitting their tired muscles.
This wasn't the first time this happened.
It all began when Sean McCarthy, the ginger Quarterback, was sharing one of the few shower heads with the other studs, talking about how long it had been since he last got laid, and complaining about the blue balls this girl was giving him.
Everyone laughed, happy to hear the redhead engaging in the art of locker room talk, intrigued by where he was going with this. But then Sean began to excitedly describe this girl's physical attributes with a lot of passion, making very clear what exactly this girl had that made him so hard.
But his semi-erect penis made that even clearer.
And as Sean continued to describe in explicit detail all the things he would love to do to her when he finally got lucky, some of the hunks began turning around, facing the wall and pretending not to listen, trying as hard as they could to calm down a little and bring their dicks down, but failing miserably as the Quarterback went on and on, unaware of the effect he was having on his buddies' cocks.
The boners began spreading like wildfire. And before long pretty much every guy in the locker room had at least a semi, feeling embarrassed to be naked in such a state of excitement, and even more embarrassed to be surrounded by other guys equally or more rigid than themselves.
Nate looked at the scene unfolding before his eyes, not believing it to be true. How could it? Was it today's particularly demanding practice that had got them so easily fired up? Or were they caught with their guards down by Sean's horniness, and were now being forced to deal with how their intimacy and exposure had backfired? It was hard to tell.
But he could see that, if that locker room already was a rich display of a variety of cocks under normal circumstances, it had now become the richest one imaginable. Here was the hard proof of just how many different dicks there were in the world. It was like a miracle, and Nate's eyes darted from member to hard member as his teammates helplessly tried to deflate the situation.
There were big cocks, and small ones. There were fat ones, white ones, long ones, black ones... Most of them were cut, but some weren't, and Nate could see their foreskins retracting and exposing their dickheads as they became harder.
And most of them leaned to the left, while some leaned to the right, but a handful of eye catching ones had more unusual shapes, curving downward as if upside down, or upward and then suddenly to the side, almost like a hook made out of man meat.
Some had big, bulbous dickheads that were thicker than the base itself. But others had smaller, pointier heads that were followed by shafts that got thicker and thicker nearer to the base. Nate pondered that those were probably better suited for penetration, given their aerodynamic design, but nevertheless both would probably equally challenging to receive, either upfront or not. The jock licked his lips as his mind was filled with fantasies regarding all the different ways he'd have to go about sucking those men.
But the most curious thing he noticed was the fact that the most well endowed guys seemed to be the ones less affected by the silent excitement that dominated the locker room. Maybe their dicks were naturally so big that they required a lot of blood to get noticeably hard, and so had more time to try and calm down before reaching that point. Which also explained why the fully erect, raging boners three or four of the guys were trying to hide with their hands as they hurriedly got out of the showers were some of the smallest, but proudest, ones. Besides that, their condition seemed to be contagious, and everyone that noticed how insanely hard they were was also getting a little chubbier, in a domino effect that was making the Baltimore Barbarians collectively lose the battle against their own hard-ons.
Sean, for his part, seemed oblivious to what was going on. And as each of his teammates quietly tried to overcome the mounting panic that was taking the locker room over, he just kept on joking around, now loudly talking about something unrelated to the subject that had left them all like this, and kept on shampooing his hair, lifting both of his arms and showing his hairy, soapy, ginger armpits with the same carelessness as the quite hard dick whose blue balls were responsible for all this commotion.
Nate marveled at that sight, stunned by Sean's hot, fit body, and listened the Quarterback talk while trying to find ways to make him start talking about that girl again, hoping to see just how hard the ginger could get without being bothered by it, and how hard he could get everybody else with words alone.
And the boy envied the way his teammate could do all that without even realizing how embarrassed he should be right now.
