The next couple days of rowing camp went amazingly well. After I'd fucked the tall, horse-hung, Irish stud in front of all my teammates, I was indisputably the alpha male of the entire team. As I yelled out orders from the front of the boat, my teammates followed me unquestionably while rowing in unison.
To my teammates' delight, I stopped wearing athletic shorts over my lycra so that they could always see my powerful bulge. This seemed to motivate my teammates while rowing and lifting in the weight room. They also gave me much greater respect. Whereas no one wanted to work out with me before, they all now wanted to be close to me and my big, powerful dick.
My favorite part was the shower room where some of my teammates openly stroked their smaller cocks while looking at mine. I could hardly get through a shower session post-workout without at least one or two teammates offering to give me a blowjob. Morning, afternoon, and night, my sexy teammates dropped to their knees to worship my massive dick and swallow as much as they could.
As the week progressed, I also started to fuck other guys on the team. Damion and Dario begged me to fuck them again—of course—but Michael and Erick also really wanted to become my complete and total cock-sluts.
My roommate, Charles, also became a bitch for me whenever I wanted it. As he sucked me off before bed or first thing in the morning, he would stroke his own big 8-inch dick and beg for me to fuck him. At his request, I fucked this tall, blond, German stud's tight hole and transformed him from an anal virgin into my total roommate bitch.
As the week progressed, I grew sad that rowing camp was coming to a close, since never before had I been surrounded by so many sexy guys begging to suck my cock and for me to fuck them in the ass. But my mind was also focused on the ultimate price: the Sussex Cup.
On the second to last day of camp, we rowed in two races that officially kicked off the Sussex Cup. As I stood in the front of the boat with my massive dick-print showing, I urged my teammates to row as fast as they possibly could. "Go get 'em lads! Today is our day!"
And sure enough, my team crushed it in both races. There were now just two teams standing between us and the ultimate trophy in junior rowing.
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That night and early the next morning, I refused to let any of my teammates come near my cock. Even though Amri and Diego tried to suck it in the shower and Charles and Damion begged me to fuck them the night before the finals, I wanted them all horny and on edge to compete the next day. I let my teammates stare and gawk at my dick all they wanted, but I wanted all of their sexual energy focused on winning the Cup.
The next morning, I went to watch the team that we were facing in the semi-final. Like ours, it was a mix of rowers from around the world, many of whom were quite good-looking. They also had a young coxswain from the U.K., who was roughly my height, around 5'5".
As I watched our rivals practice, there was one thing that caught my eye. Like myself, the coxswain was no longer wearing athletic shorts. And in his lycra—visible to me and their entire team—contained what looked to be a very sizable bulge. It was hard to tell from far away, but the snake in his trou looked almost as big as mine, and his teammates all listened perfectly to every word he said! As I watched them warm up, I knew that I needed to do something or else this team might beat us and row its way into the finals.
Thankfully, the coxswain walked away from his teammates a few minutes later and headed to the loo. This was my chance and I followed close behind.
Once inside, I saw that the bathroom had a trough of urinals, a stall, and a locker room area in the back. But to my disappointment, the short little coxswain walked straight into the stall instead of using the urinal, where I stood proudly to unveil my dick.
From within the stall, I heard a trickle of piss. And when he came out of the stall to wash his hands, I too went over to the sink to chat him up.
"Hey man," I said. "I'm Drake."
"Connor," he replied. "Good to meet you."
"Where are you from?"
"London—not too far away. How 'bout you?"
"North Carolina," I replied. "Can I talk to you for a second back in the locker room?"
Connor seemed a bit caught off guard by this but followed me back towards the locker room. He was a cute lad with brown hair, green eyes, and a boyish face. As I glanced down at his bulge, it looked pretty massive. Maybe not entirely as big as mine but still very intimidating, especially on such a short and slender guy.
"I just wanted to talk to you about the race," I said, now that we had some privacy. "I saw your team clings on your every word, and I'm wondering how you keep them motivated."
"Well, it looks like you do what I do," he said, pointing towards the massive bulge in my trou.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know," he said, once again grabbing his bulge and pointing at mine.
"I'm a bit confused."
"Come on, man—you stuff your suit a bit and get the guys to respect you."
"I still don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do! I know you're stuffing in there -- there's no way that thing can be real!"
At this point, Connor reached over and grabbed my package full-on. Where he thought there would be padding or some kind of cushion, all he felt was my giant anaconda, stuffed down my trou without any underwear.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Connor exclaimed. "IS THAT THING REAL?!"
