Helping Jacob meant getting a say in how he used his allotted SubX.
Mason pondered the possibilities at lunch when Hudson dropped his massive weight next to him, making the bench creak under stress.
"Hey Mase," Hudson said. "You'll have to eat a lot more than this if you ever want to make it into the big boy's club. And your performance is still pretty fucking gay. Try running faster."
"Um," Mason said and tried to swallow a hardly chewed bite.
"Leave it," Evan said and pushed his nerd glasses up. "Bullying the reserve is not a good look."
"Fuck off, Evan. You still throw like a faggot," Hudson said with a smirk. "I'm the alpha, so I just want to make sure everyone one the team is pulling the same way. It's called team building."
Mason had finally forced the bite down. "Apropos! Would you two like to join horror movie night? At my place. The Buffs and I do that once a month with some friends."
Hudson slapped Mason's back so hard it made the smaller teen fear spinal damage.
"Good shit, Mase. Teambuilding! You're watching real gore or just some fake gay ghost fuckery?"
"How about you pick the movie?" Mason asked, instantly earning himself a smile and a strong nod - and another nuke-strength slam on the shoulder.
"How bout you?" Hudson asked Evan.
The tall green-eyed guy focused on his food. "A party without chicks? No thanks."
Hudson reached over and punched Evan's shoulder. "Afraid you'll get overwhelmed and suck my dick on accident?"
Mason couldn't help but add fuel to the fire. "Yeah, how about that, Evan. Getting nervous when there are too many sausages in the pot?"
"Fuck it, I'll show up, maybe," Evan said. "Time, place?"
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Mason didn't have practice that day, but the Buffs did, which was the only part of Jacob's schedule Mason knew for sure.
It shouldn't have come as a shock but when the teen athlete stepped into the locker room he was still taken aback by the crazy amount of sex.
The dozen boys who'd had practice were still mostly in their long socks and cleats, some even still wearing gloves. So they hadn't showered yet and the fresh sweat hung in the air as they sucked each other off or 69-rimmed on the benches.
Navigating past the coach, who couldn't get enough of Kareem's ass, letting catch Mason another glance at the 8.5 incher, dripping precum while Kareem fiddled with his new, small, silver nipple rings.
"Um, hey Jacob," Masons said, feeling quite awkward as he tapped the naked beefcake on the shoulder.
The Buff was pissing on Koda, a black backup player trying for the 'end' position. Well, right now he was trying for butterfly position, as he moved onto his back in the piss stream and pulled his legs in.
Jacob had been filming the watersports event and paused the recording. "Hey Mase, I could have sworn I locked up. Man, I need to pay better attention to that. Here to fuck? Take your pick."
"Man, it's so fucking weird to hear you talk. I'm used to everyone at these orgies being a mindless sex drone." Mason looked around. Two pairs had formed where dick was entering ass and even coach had risen behind Kareem to aim his semi at the athlete's hole.
"But no," Mason continued, "I'm here because I know how to use the SubX you promised. We're going to have a second movie night this month."
"I'm listening," Jacob said, lubing up his dick and Koda's hole. "But not for long."
It was a miracle none of the guys on the team ever compared notes. Otherwise they'd realized half of them ended most training sessions with a sore ass and random lube up their guts.
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Wookie refused to show up to a movie night that was this laden with muscles and testosterone. On most occasions Mason would have sympathized and let it go but it was a shame the neighbor boy wasn't going to get his guts filled with footballer cream. He made the funniest expressions when he got fucked.
Repeatedly asking, however, hadn't made Wookie relent. It had only made him vent his frustration to other friends, including Ji-Hun, the buffed up wrestler.
In the end Ji-Hun showed up to horror movie night on Wookie's behalf, bringing beer from Wookie's parent's shop.
Not only was Ji-Hun generous and friendly, he was also overly punctual.
"Wow, you're the first guest," Mason said. "Come on in. I'll put the beers in the kitchen, we're bringing those out later."
"Thanks for letting me come over. Even though we've only seen each other once."
"If Wookie vouches for you, we're practically already friends, Ji-Hun."
"Call me, Ji, Mason," the wrestler said as he sat down, legs spread wide in his sweatpants.
"Call me Mase, Ji," Mason said and both chuckled.
"So what movie are we gonna see?"
"I let our quarterback pick. We'll know when he gets here."
The bell rang as if on command.
Mason introduced Ji to the defensive tackle trio from his classes - Aiden, Toby and Lemarcus, who also joined movie night for the first time.
Ten minutes later, August and the Buffs showed up together.
Mason recruited Jacob to "help" with snacks in the kitchen where they poured a drop of a quickly dissolving red liquid into one cup of beer each.
"New formula," Jacob said, ominously. "Slower ramp up and down. Hopefully we'll get everyone to finish."
By the time they were done, Evan and Hudson had arrived. Milo pulled up behind them. He had randomly brought the legendarily thick-legged Karter Thunder-K. More guests than ever.
The boys arranged themselves across the space. August, Aiden, Toby and Lemarcus spread out on the long sofa in the back. The Buffs and Milo took the divan in front. Hudson had claimed the big chair. Evan, Karter, Ji and Mason would sit on cushions on the ground.
Hudson scrolled through his movie picks asked Oliver for advice. Mason distributed chips and pretzels to ensure everybody was nicely thirsty.
"What the fuck!?" August shouted from the back row. "Milo, why is your phone background two dudes fucking?"