"Hey," shouted Jackson after the coach had left the locker room and some of the boys had filed out. "Let's get this over with right here."
"What are you suggesting?" asked Travis sheepishly.
"Bag o'Dicks, of course!" smiled Jackson.
Now, these boys didn't know it, but prior to this reality shift, they may have engaged in a game of "nookie cookie" where they would stand in a circle and jerk off onto a cookie in the middle and the last one to cum would have to eat the cookie. "Bag of dicks" operated on a similar concept, except instead of eating a cum-soaked cookie, the loser had to eat everyone else's cock.
The twelve boys remaining in the locker room (some more reluctantly than others) circled up and got naked. Hunter, who was already dickless, volunteered as referee. "On your mark, get set... GO!"
Ryan closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his diminutive member. He imagined himself growing bigger, more potent. He imagined that as he stroked his dick, it was growing under his touch until it became a behemoth.
After around 20 seconds, the first boy came, followed by the second and third, their dicks falling off and dancing around the locker room floor as their orgasm subsided.
Travis also had his eyes closed but if he had not, he would already have won. Travis was gay, but entirely ashamed of his same-sex attraction. Even though he was dating Jessica, it was really just a smoke screen to hide his insecurity. Despite his put-on macho persona, he would go home at the end of the day, look at gay porn on the Internet and jerk off until he couldn't anymore, adding another dick to the wastebasket full of dicks under his desk. Most of them weren't even half size because he could never wait to pleasure himself again.
While Travis was distracted by his self-pity, another six boys lost their cocks. Hunter collected them up and threw them in an empty gym bag along with the first three.
Ryan and Travis were now the only two left with a penis.