A Sizeable Difference

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.

He looked around again and saw that everyone was dressing up faster than usual. Everybody could see they were all sneaking peeks at each other's cocks, alarmed by how out of hand this situation had got, and seemed firmly decided to pretend, not for the first time in their lives, that nothing unusual had happened today, and to brush aside the memory of the day they all got a little more intimate than they were hoping for in the showers.

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It was now late in the evening, but Nate couldn't think about anything but what had happened this morning. First, he had sucked Greg off, and that was way better than he dreamed it would be. Then, during practice, he was forced to be repeatedly subdued by the biggest guys on the team, and that alone was enough masturbation material for the rest of his life. But later, in the showers, some sort of collective madness had taken over the team, and in spite of their best actions they all had to share a horniness that overtook them out of nowhere, and Nate smiled as he remembered how red all their faces got as they looked around, feeling surrounded by dicks just as painfully hard as their own.

It's nice to be alive.

And he was lost in those images, rapidly going from one to the others in the frenzied state of mind that he had been in since he got out of the Assistant Coach's office, when he heard his phone beep. It was a message from Greg.

"30 mins" was all it said.

Nate knew what it meant, but so soon? He thought he'd have at least a few days before having to go there for the first time. He jumped out of bed and began walking in circles, not quite sure of what he had to do now. He had to leave, but did he need to carry anything with him? 30 minutes. In just 30 minutes he would be sucking a stranger's dick in a glory hole he had never been to.

Nate grabbed his wallet, his keys, his phone, and left. There was no time to waste.

When he arrived at the bathroom Greg had told him about, he realized how isolated from the rest of the campus it was. The grass was tall and needed to be mowed, and the bathroom itself was somewhat dilapidated, looking abandoned. He entered and turned on a tap, surprised to find there was water there. Then he flickered the lights on and off and they also worked just fine.

There was a big through urinal and two stalls, and the wall separating the stall had a hole in it, big enough for a man to pass his dick and balls through. As instructed, Nate entered the stall furthest away from the door and waited. He could feel his heart beating like crazy, just like whenever he had to do whatever the Assistant Coach ordered him to. This was rapidly becoming the strangest day of his life.

A few minutes after the time was up, someone entered the bathroom. The jock heard the unsure steps of someone who was looking around, checking out the place. And as per Greg's instructions, Nate knelt in front of the glory hole and put his hand on it, signaling he was waiting. Someone opened the stall by his side, walked toward the hole on the wall, undid his pants, and put a soft, dark cock through it. It was uncut and crowned by a black bush, but Nate didn't find any distinctive traits on it. He was so used to checking out all the dicks on his teams that, somehow, he was under the impression that he'd be able to identify someone just by seeing his dick. That idea seemed ridiculous now, of course he would never know who this cock belonged to.

That excited him.

Then he put it on his mouth and tried to suck it the best he could. Turns out taking it all in was much easier than swallowing Greg, since it was much smaller and still soft. But it was still huge compared to his own, Nate pondered gloomily, suddenly aware that even that soft penis dwarfed him. But he quickly forgot all his sorrows when the dick on his mouth quickly began hardening and growing towards the back of his throat, and the jock tried to swallow that dark cock as deep as he could. Once there, he tried licking the base of the man's shaft. The stranger moaned and said something obscene in a low voice. He seemed to have some sort of accent, but there was no way of knowing for sure given how low he was moaning. And Nate was once again reminded of how proud he was of his ability to make a man feel so good.

The man didn't take long to cum, and he did so without a warning, flooding Nate's mouth with his hot seed. Nate startled at first, thinking he would choke with all that load, and pulled back. but the stranger just kept cumming, hitting him on the forehead and messing his hair. The boy chuckled. That had been some quick fun.

And the stranger suddenly put his dick back on his pants and left without a word. Nate kept kneeling, a little short of breath because of the work he had put on the man's dick, thinking if he'd ever know who he was. His phone beeped again. It was a message from Greg.

"10 mins" was all it said.

Nate was shocked by what it implied. And as fresh cum still ran down over his face, he suddenly realized this was going to be harder than the Assistant Coach had made it seem at first.

Just how many men would his trainer make him suck this evening?

But after some consideration, Nate began feeling like, actually, that didn't sound so bad. He had loved sucking his first dick ever earlier this morning, and felt like had done a pretty OK job with this one just now. And then it dawned on him that he could do and even better work with this next one, since he was so rapidly discovering new things to try with his tongue, his lips and his hands, different ways to treat the dickhead, the shaft and the balls, each one according with its own peculiarities.

He wondered how long it would take him to make the next guy moan. "I bet I can make him cum very quick," he thought, proud of the skills he had developed so far, and eager to flex a little, surprising whoever put his penis through that whole next.

The kid was a natural.

The next stranger entered the bathroom. Nate heard his unsure steps as he looked around, but this time they sounded heavier. Maybe this guy was bigger. He put his hand on the hole and waited, and before long the stranger approached it and put his dick on his face. This time it was a white dick, cut, chubbier, and completely shaved. Nate smiled, thinking back to what happened in the locker room earlier this morning, and wondering how many different cocks there must be on the world, and how many of them he'd get to suck. He gently sniffed the second stranger, who had just taken a shower and smelled nice. Nate kissed his cock and stroked it gently, this time he wanted to see it getting hard. It didn't take long, and the man was pointing up, ready for action, his penis completely erect. This guy was clearly excited about all this.

Nate took a deep breath and went all in. He wanted to go from 0 to 60 as fast as he could, surprise this guy and see how fast he could make him moan. Turns out it was instantly. The stranger pulled back from the hole a little, startled by so much stimulation right off the gate, but then shoved it all back in, moaning with pleasure and putting his dick completely in Nate's care.

"You greedy motherfucker," he said in a low voice.

Nate was over the moon. He continued sucking him as deep as he could get, as fast as he could go, and using his tongue along the shaft as he went by. Then he remembered the way Greg liked him to stroke his cock, making a twist when his hand reached the head and then undoing it as it went back down the shaft, and how the Assistant Coach had responded positively to the same thing being done in a blowjob.

So he tried doing it again. The stranger moaned and cursed, apparently out of breath, and went on calling the jock all sorts of names and trying to shove his dick more into the hole even more. But this was as far as he could get, and he was now completely presenting his cock and balls to the hungry cocksucker. His penis was short enough that Nate could take it all the way in, reaching the strangers' ball sack and staying down there for a while from time to time. Nate loved that feeling and wondered if one day he'd be able to swallow Greg whole like this, and feel his heavy balls hitting against his chin like that.

Then the second stranger moaned a little louder, and it was clear he was trying not to make much noise, but failing miserably as Nate took charge of the situation. He began throbbing, and a split second later was cumming, but this time Nate was quick enough to back off and keep jerking him off, letting that man's loads hit him all over his face again.

The jock felt like a champion, and he smiled the same cocky smile his teammates had when they brought him down, his eyes betraying the same thought they had on their minds back then.

"I win."

And the helpless stranger shivered a little, and Nate could hear him panting. He slowly took his dick away, put it inside his pants, and left. The cocksucker was alone once again, now covered in the cum of two men whose faces he would never know. He didn't know his heart could hold so much joy.

He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it anxiously. Was the Assistant Coach going to send him another dick? Or was that all for his first night here? Please let there be more.

The phone beeped.

"10 mins."

Nate smiled.

He got his wish.

He sat in silence, thinking about what he would do to the next stranger. It was getting darker, so he quickly went out of his stall to make sure all the lights were on. He wanted to have a clear image of the next piece of meat he'd be working on. Maybe this time he could go slower, he thought, licking the cum on his upper lip, slower and deeper. Maybe he could try to do all the other things he had done so far, but instead of going all-in at once, he would do them slowly at first, steadily picking up the pace, bringing the next guy closer to the point of no return and making him feel the whole journey there. That sounded exciting.

Nate heard steps out of his stall and prepared himself for round 3. But when the third stranger pulled his pants down and put his cock through the hole, Nate's jaw dropped, thunderstruck by what he was seeing.