Jim does not wait around, nor does he shower like he usually does after practice. He does not see the appeal in washing himself, for he feels stronger and sexier when he is damp with his own virile sweat, but instead enjoys the opportunity being naked with his teammates allows, the possibilities for horseplay near limitless in the all goes world of the locker room. Today he has some special business to attend to, purposely leaving himself in prime condition after his workout for the upcomming event. He strides down the hallways with his bare, glistening arms on show, attracting the attention of the passing girls who turn their aways away from him so obviously they may as well gawk. He smiles at all he passes, his handsome face a little reddened from exertion, but otherwise elegantly formed with its masculine curves and striking lines, bordered by a rugged shadow of stubble astride his tan cheeks. Today is a hot day, and even the trivial act of walking is causing him to perspire more so than usual, sustaining the healthy sheen that mats his short black hair to his forehead. He assumes the slight discomfort he feels in his boxers is simply due to the vast quantities of sweat, not to mention his lack of jerking off for a day or two, a combination that causes his balls to feel full and heavy, ready for a much desired release.
Your first hand experience of his crotch is growing more intense. For every second you should be growing used to the panoply of smell and feeling, the situation grows more extreme, keeping you in a state of sublime revulsion. The friction of his legs around yours makes them feel as if they are burning, while your chest and arms steadily begin to go numb, the boundary between the leathery scrotum and your torso becomming indistinct. The roar of his clothes as he walks feeds a continual static into your ears which overpowers the haunting echoes of his bodily functions; the near inaudible pulse, the faint sloshing of his boiling semen, the odd, bone chilling gurgle of his hungry midsection somewhere above you. You hope you will get to explore his mighty body moreso and catalogue all his natural sounds and smells and tastes, but your current captivity shows no sign of ending soon.
Unbeknownst to you, Jim is about to give you somewhat of a break. He is outside, having walked across the field and into a dense copse of low trees and ferns completely obscured from sight. This place has always been the retreat for the curious young adults eager to explore each others intimacies without fear of prying eyes, and this visit was no different. He had been surprised when he had gotten a text message requesting him to meet here, from the sender was not someone he had expected to be so inclined. Jim, being the force he is on the field and in the changing room, had both tasted some cock and let other guys taste him - though he had never been taken, and prided himself in it. For while he was non-chalent about letting others bask in his manly glory, he wasn't gay, and would rather die than let someone fuck him. And so he had agreed to meet this individual here, who he would talk to every day and practice with without suspecting his deeper intentions. Had Jim known that he had wanted to suck his cock, he should have just asked last time Jim had him pinned between his thighs.
From within your confined prison you hear Jim's voice, attenuated through the fabric, but loud and bellowing due to his relative size. "Ha! I'm surprised you're actually here. I thought you were tryin' to set me up or some shit like that." The giant says, somewhat mockingly. The next voice you hear is distinct - it is someone you know.
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