Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2019 08:57:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Sub X part 3 3. The coke bottles from coach had been the obvious culprit but Mason's guests had kept drinking from them with no repeat incident. Maybe just coincidence? Regardless, the teen got into the habit of bringing his own water to practice. His caution turned out unnecessary - no more locker room orgies, sadly. In fact, the team was going to play against Oak Hills High School on Saturday. Just a friendly pre-season game, but the school was an old rival. Mason was almost last to shower, with most of the locker room clearing out. "Your last throw was kinda gay," Hudson said to a teammate as he stripped. He had been criticizing nonstop. "You didn't put your legs right. Gay posture messes up the whole throw." "I slipped off," Milo defended himself. "The grass was wet." The tan Milo - famous for his 8-pack - threw a towel over his shoulder before heading toward the showers. He was Greek, which fit with his greek-god-body. "Excuses," quarterback Hudson said, grumpy but playful. "Better not suck dick at the real game or they'll rape our asses again." Wide receiver Milo flashed a grin between his full lips. "Oak Hills' best players graduated last year. We'll mop the floor with them this time." Hudson chuckled. "Fine, okay. Can't wait to make Fag Hills lick my sweaty asshole. Hey water-boy," he turned toward the door, "stop staring at my dick like you're about to swallow it." As far as Mason could tell, the water-boy had simply walked by to add more shampoo to the dispenser. The small Asian kid didn't seem outwardly intimidated. He was probably used to Hudson's comments. Mason got surprisingly little abuse considering how weak his skills were, but he was just reserve. He followed the two players into the shower, joined by the water-boy who had to wash off shampoo he had gotten onto his hands. Mason began working shampoo into his wet hair when his dick grew hard with ridiculous speed. He needed to hide it from the others. No... *flash* he needed to get it sucked... he needed cum... *flash* Milo was hard and ready and... Mason's breath grew weak. He rushed out of the showers, slipped on the floor and rammed his shoulder into a locker. Gear flew off its hooks and he tripped over a helmet. As his vision blurred he pulled himself along the lockers to his own and fiddled with his inhaler. Almost out of air he pressed it into his mouth and... *Flash* His mind cleared. Still naked and wet, Mason returned to the showers with his phone. By the time he arrived, Hudson had already buried his face in the water-boy's ass and licked as if it were the last ice cream on earth. Milo humped Hudson's broad back. Since Mason didn't want to risk his phone getting submerged, he waited outside the showers and filmed. The water-boy turned around, grabbed Hudson by the wet hair and shoved his dick down the homophobe's throat. Meanwhile Milo had dropped to his knees and fingered Hudson open. Just as Milo aimed his dick at Hudson's hole, the water-boy cummed, pulling out to shoot across Hudson's face. Then the water-boy continued to shower as if nothing had happened. Milo pushed Hudson face down, and leaned forward to hug the beefcake from behind as he pushed in. They fucked in their embrace and Mason zoomed in on Hudson's blissful face. Soon after, Milo got up and showered as if he had been doing nothing else all along, while Hudson now grabbed his own dick and jerked off, still face down, with cum dripping from his hole. It was probably better not to be caught filming them in the shower when they `woke up'. Mason rubbed himself dry, got dressed and was about to leave. Then he noticed the shampoo bottle - almost empty - sitting on a bench. He pocketed it before heading out. Almost as the front exit, the teen athlete headed into the toilets to relieve his bladder before the ride home. Inside were two boys smoking weed out the window. Mason knew them as notorious rebels. TJ was an extremely lean Asian, Mason only knew from chemistry class. The Korean with an undercut put out his spliff on the windowsill. His friend Julian, aka Jool, was known as the guy to ask if you needed weed. He had green hair and a studded leader jacket. "Can't you do that at home?" Mason asked, half-joking. TJ shrugged. "We're not on the way home. About to head to detention." "Smelling like that?" Jool rolled his eyes. "Or fucking what? If they give us *more* detention, fuck it." TJ sighed with a look at the basin. "I'd wash it off my hands at least but every bathroom in this school runs out of soap by lunch break." Mason pulled out his stolen shampoo bottle. "I have some left from the locker room." "Man," Jool said. "You jocks get all the privileges. Give it." Both boys washed their hands thoroughly. TJ stripped as if it was simply part of washing his hands. He took off his shirt with care and even folded it, but by the time he pushed his pants and underwear down he seemed more desperate. Mason started filming when Jool pulled his jacket off. The ripped shirt revealed a shoulder tattoo before it was even removed. The duo made out while their dicks hardened. TJ was shaved smooth, Jool had a forest. They 69-ed on the ground, gagging each other with hands in hair, each boy hoping to make the other one go deeper. When Jool's mouth overflowed with his friend's cum, Mason walked out. He had confirmed his suspicion. Any liquid in the locker room was not safe. *** Looks like ya boi is figuring it out. But who is behind the sex craze? Maybe Mason will find out... next time.