Jeff heard the sound of someone at the base of his tree, and then he heard climbing. Branches creaked, and cracked.
Suddenly, another naked man appeared in front of him. Jeff stared as the guy's big uncut dick flopped in front of Jeff's face. He looked up and recognized Blaine Richter from the rival high school on the other side of town. His new memories of playing football included memories of Blaine being on the other team when Jeff played.
"Hey, Jeff! Thought that was you. This is a great hiding place! How long have you been out here. They've been hunting me for two days, and you're the first guy, I've seen I can talk too," Blaine prattled on.
"Sh!" hissed Jeff, "Sit on that branch, we can't put too much weight on one branch. It's a long way down, Blaine," he added in a whisper, "And we need to keep quiet, or we'll attract the hunters."
"Right," said Blaine softly, "Sorry. Just freaking a bit. There were seven other guys with me, and they all got blasted. Mostly by the nerdlings."
"Nerdlings?"
"Sure, it's Jock Season, it's the one chance nerds have to get even with jocks. So they're out in force. You remember Biff Connor? He's the guy that tackled you 3 times in our last game? He's some dorky guy's jockstrap now. Most guys mount the jock's head and balls or make a comforter, but the dork he had three leather jockstraps with their faces as the pouches hanging from his belt. I'd be the fourth one but his gun jammed." He sighed, leaned back on his branch and began breathing slowly.