"Yo, Rod-man, you sporting wood in here!" chided Tommy.
"Hey, coach says I gotta wear a strap, unfortunately, the one I got today is bit tight. Which is pretty stimulating, hm? Maybe I'll wear it off the field, it will give my jeans a nice bulge, don't you think, Tommy?"
"Hey, I'm not a cock watcher!" Tommy protested.
"No one else noticed Rod's bulging jockstrap until you pointed it out, Tommy," said Thad.
"Yeah, Tommy, you're also the one who pointed out the size of Chad's cock on more than one occasion," Rod added.
"Hey, who rolls toward the guy tackling you! In practice, the times I got passed you, Rod, and tackled Chad. He'd always roll so my face ended up in his crotch," Tommy protested, "And that close up, you notice stuff."
"Heh, heh, you'd rather have sniffed his ass?" Thad asked.
"Heck, I'd rather fuck his ass. He needs to be punished for ditching practice."
The door opened, it was Rick in his Speedo, "Hey, guys, anyone see Chad?"
"Nah, the stud ditched practice again."
"Though you're looking in the right place," said Rod, "If Chad wasn't bonking a chick, he'd be here soaking up the heat."
I wish I was bonking a chick, and not soaking up your crotch sweat, Rod, thought Chad.
"Oh, yeah, I'm horny," said Rod. He started massaging his bulging crotch.
"I'll see you later, if you see Chad tell him that I'm looking for him," Rick said.
Please Rod, don't. It's me, Chad.
"Hey, Tommy, your fantasy about Chad, I'm going to pretend that I'm doing Chad."
"That's hot! Circle jerk with the aim of cumming in our absent quarterback."
"Oh, yeah!"
Soon they were all jerking off to raping their quarterback. Chad was torn mentally, and sure he'd be torn physically, as Rod jerked off load after load into his cotton-spandex blend body. He was drenched. Rod collapsed sweaty and exhausted. Chad relaxed as the giant cock inside him shrank. Both of them must've passed out because they were awakened by Tommy touching and shaking them.
"Dude, get your hands off my junk!" said Rod grabbing Tommy's hand.
"It wasn't on your junk, I just put it on your hip to nudge you to wake up before you bake yourself to death," Tommy said. He had showered and was dressed in street clothes.
"Oh, sorry man, had to vivid a dream of screwing Chaddy boy, weird never got off on that guy before," Rod said.
"So you call me a crotchwatcher, and you get off on guys?" Tommy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You know that's not what I meant," snarled Rod, "It's just I've been in the locker room changing with Chad for four years, and never thought of him as anything other than an irritatingly arrogant ass-hole, but a great quarterback."
"See you were thinking of his asshole!" said Tommy jumping back from Rod's swinging arm as he jumped off the sauna bench.
"Haha, it is late," Rod said looking at the clock, "Guess, I'll shower at home."
He headed to his locker. Chad was looking forward to Rod taking him off, but that didn't happen. Rod pulled on his jeans over Chad, and then apparently dressed completely. Chad was in the dark sealed in behind Rod's zipper. After a few minutes, Rod straddled his motorcycle, and turned the ignition key.