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Content: the high school football team turns into a gay fuck fest around the unsuspecting Mason. Can he solve the mystery of the teen muscle sex zombies and stay unaffected?
Mason had finished his punishment laps and walked to the locker room with sore calves. The other boys' noises echoes toward him through the corridor. Weird. After running laps, Mason usually found the locker room nearly deserted.
Exhausted from practice, the slim teen athlete felt his breath getting dangerously choked. He reached for his inhaler and shot meds into his lungs before he faced the other football players.
The sight offered in the locker room was simply unbelievable. It was an orgy. Yes, an orgy of 40 high school athletes, in a room not quite large enough for its purpose, as if it were a gay club's back room.
Were these new asthma meds hallucination inducing?
Most of his teammates were dressed down to their jockstraps or all together naked, with a few wet towels on the ground. About half of the boys so far had showered, the rest was still sweaty.
Once again it was obvious that Redfield All Boys was blessed with unusually beefy teens for a school of its size.
Among the biggest were teen-physique-bodybuilders Oliver and Jacob, known as `the Buffs'. The cocky pussy-chasers were greedily 69-ing on a bench. So greedily, they didn't really suck dick but just slathered their mouths all over the other guy's package, taint and crack, like a man lost in the desert finding a puddle.
Behind them was Coach Saunders kneeling on the ground, eating the ass of the skinny, Asian water-boy who spread his cheeks and out-moaned anyone else on the room as his hole got beard-burned.
The coach's bald head and the water-boy's ass were getting pissed on by two teammates who wore nothing but shoulder pads.
Mason lowered his inhaler, frozen in place as the door fell shut behind him. His head whipped around at a loud moan next to him.
Right next to the entrance was the proudly homophobic Hudson with his ass in the air and four fingers knuckle-deep inside it. The openly gay-hating quarterback's thick, semi-hard dick dangled unused and glistening between his flexed thighs as he arched his back down like a submissive boyslut.
Multiple teammates glanced Mason's way. Some licked their lips, some rubbed their packages, some just stared with teary, desperate eyes, and the water-boy even winked at him. But no one said a word. Moans only.
Mason rushed ahead to retrieve his phone from his jeans that hung in his assigned, mudlocker-style equipment box. There was no way to get there without brushing skin with several teammates.
Most boys here outweighed his 132 lbs and he wasn't the tallest either. He had to shove his way through a wall of muscles and erections. Fuck yeah.
He started shooting just as two boys, standing above an ass-fingering third one, pissed into each other's face. After their streams stopped, they descended on the wet boy on the ground between them and eat his ass together while jerking off.
Mason roamed the tight space and got five minutes of footage, staring at the rimming, pissing and even sucking orgy through his phone's camera. Reality felt hazy and overcharged with sexual energy. The locker room was filled with the smell of fresh sweat, shower gel, Axe, jockstrap musk, precum and piss.
A cry drew Mason's attention to the center of the room.
Oliver had sunken his lotion-lubed dick into Jacob's ass and was pounding with no regard for Jacob's comfort. Well, Jacob himself didn't seem to mind the pain, going by the way his eyes rolled back into his head.
Being enthusiastic teen-bodybuilders, the Buffs kept their bodies lean and their skin hairless. Oliver's strong V-shape leaned forward and the striations of his back muscles popped as the Buffs tongued each other's mouths roughly.
Meanwhile the water-boy dicked down one of the beefiest reserve players, making them the second fucker couple.
Mason pulled his shorts down, freeing his semi-hard dick, and considered his options. Good things came in threes, right?
Still filming, Mason looked down at quarterback Hudson who had spent the whole time spreading his sphincter with an ever more desperate jerking of his finger-hooks. The dark featured boy's blue eyes were teary and a string of drool glinted down to his thick abs.
After struggling to get his pants off with one hand, Mason went down on his knees and filmed his entry into Hudson `no homo' Poole.
The stretched hole welcomed him with warm moisture. Hudson himself arched his back down and pushed himself onto the intruder with only a soft but throaty groan. The receiving homophobe clenched his thick ass, giving Mason the best sensation his dick had ever felt.
Only used to the rhythm of his own hand, Mason felt in over his (dick) head. Luckily, Hudson's desperate new self did all the humping for him.
Before long, Mason put down the phone and grabbed Hudson by the hips to fuck harder. A fantasy come true.
There were now two more couples going all the way but they were out-moaned by the little Asian water-boy who got his ass eaten again. Of all the fuckers in the crammed room Mason and Hudson were the second loudest.
Hudson arched his back more and got up on his beefy arms. With the big boy's broad, flexing back in front of Mason's face, the top was nearing orgasm.
Quickly turning his camera back on, Mason held still and let Hudon's ass do the milking, to keep his filming steady.
Most teammates had cummed by that point, although few of those who were `done' had stopped rubbing their faces into each other's glistening crotches. With cum splatters on most athletes, Mason didn't feel so awkward for being about to unload in front of his friends.
As Mason orgasmed, he humped into the jock bottom in front of him. Hudson lost his arch as his upper body dipped down. He received the load face-down ass-up.
Mason's dick slipped out and his remaining cum shot was caught on camera flinging along Hudson's spine just as the initial volley started dripping from the thick boy's pulsating asshole.
Drained of his teen hormones, Mason felt strange being among the fuckers, suckers and lickers. He grabbed his stuff, got dressed in a hurry and left unshowered while the teammates around him were still fucking without a word.
That was a lot of fucking for no reason, huh? The mystery is in motion. We'll learn more about what's going on... next time.