Mason's piss stream joined August's as they splashed across Coach Saunder's face. The coach lapped the piss up greedily and re-buried his face in a defense player's crack that Mason's cum was still dripping from.
The 40 boy orgy in the locker room was winding down, with only Milo still getting his ass seriously railed by the water-boy.
Jacob stepped up next to Mason and gestured at the crowded orgy.
"Notice how many have nipple studs and rings now?" the bodybuilder said and scratched his mohawk with a frown. "There are five left without, plus us two. I think most of them went together yesterday. We need to catch up to stay inconspicuous."
"Good call," Mason said and pulled his boxer shorts on. One of the first to get redressed. "Did you have fun topping?"
Jacob grinned. "Hudson is never not taking it up the hole. I just had to see what all the fuss was about. What would you rate him?"
Mason took his time thinking while he slipped into his shoes. They had to speak quieter now. The sex was over and the athletes were on the verge of `waking up'.
"If I put aside the delicious irony that it's Hudson `faggotbasher' Poole we're talking about... How do I say it? He's just milking dick for his own pleasure. His wants his ass stimulated exactly the right way and takes control. It was nice at first but he doesn't care about the top. He might as well be riding a dildo. 3 out of 10."
Milo cummed with a cry and a grimace. He took a second to calm down, standing there with his ass out and his legs trembling. He headed for his locker, hole dripping with boy cream.
Jacob whispered over the noise of the first few dressed players leaving. "I feel about the same. You know, I've topped surprisingly few of these guys, considering how available they are."
Mason punched his big friend in the shoulder. "Now that you've asked me to rate his bottom skills, you need to check his top abilities."
"Shit, I guess you're right."
Luckily, the quarterback was still in the room, having had to look for his shoes. The orgy sometimes kicked things around.
"Hey Hudson," Jacob said with a serious voice. "Can I speak to you privately? Let's wait till everyone's out."
Made curious, the massive guy waited patiently until the three of them were alone. Mason pretended to be leaving, too, just to lock the door from the inside. Meanwhile, the leaner beefcake led the buffer one into the showers, mumbling about how Hudson had something in his hair.
The sound of a shampoo bottle opening and running water made the conversation inaudible.
Mason didn't even have time to pull his phone out before the two jocks returned to the lockers. Hudson was now dripping wet and he had already stripped to the socks.
Jacob pushed the quarterback onto a bench where Hudson sat, jerking himself hard. Jacob stripped, already holding a little pack of lube.
Mason recognized the logo on the package. "Hey, did you go to the club where Ji gets condoms from?"
Fingering his hole, Jacob had to keep Hudson from turning around and presenting the beefy ass.
"Yeah bro, I went with Ji on Saturday. Would you have wanted to come? There was no SubX involved, so I figured..."
Mason felt a small pang of frustration. He was never actually going to be in the same league as the real players, was he? Not just because he was a backup but also because he was small and not ultra-manly.
"Oh well," Mason made, sounding as casual as possible. "I guess I wouldn't have known what to say. I don't have a fake ID."
"Fuck that. Ji works there as a gogo boy since he's hit 17. He can get you in."
"Ji is pole dancing? I've got to see that."
"He doesn't really like anyone knowing where he works but I'm sure he'll make an exception for you, too." Jacob turned his focus back on Hudson. "So big guy, let's see if you're really as good as you think."
Hudson grabbed the athletic bottom by the hips and pushed him onto his dick. Jacob shivered, bit his lip and whined. He threw his back into an arch, holding onto Hudson's shoulder while the massive boy leaned back.
"He's too big," Jacob said, half moaning, half whimpering. It sounded almost petulant. But Hudson didn't let go.
Jacob held still while the top took control from below, fucking upward so viciously, the bench scooted away underneath him.
While Jacob was reduced to shakily moaning - nearly crying - the mindless Hudson dropped onto his knees off the bench and held the heavy Jacob up on his hips, still thrusting.
"Fuuuuuck," the bottoming tackle player made, his voice vibrating from the pounding.
Hudson leaned forward, dropping the bottoming Buff onto his back. Jacob broke his own fall, slamming loudly into the laminated floor where some piss droplets were still drying.
The quarterback, still inside the bottom's guts, leaned over Jacob and raised the boy's legs over his shoulders. He leaned farther forward, almost bringing their faces together.
Hudson no longer used fast but rhythmic thrusts - instead fucking with unpredictable, full depth thrusting. He also smacked Jacob's chest and occasionally grabbed onto the bottom's throat.
Jacob had to press his lips together to muffle his cries.
With a grunt and then a shout, Hudson held still, only moving the tiniest bit to find the perfect resting place for his cumming dick inside Jacob's guts.
The quarterback's eyes rolled back into his head and he trembled, veins popping. Then he spat onto Jacob's face, pulled out with a wet `plop' and pulled his shirt on in a hurry while still breathing heavily.
Jacob closed his legs and leaned onto his elbows. "Fuck. Ugh. 10 out of 10. I wish I was his future wife."
With a sigh, Jacob got up and waddled into the showers. Mason unlocked the door while Hudson dressed.
That had been amazing. Mason was nearly bursting with horniness, but he hurried to get away before the quarterback `woke up'.
This pact is yielding crazy results, but maybe it's time for some fresh faces... next time.