The coach shouted for the players to get their asses in gear, and get out on the field for practice.
The players hurriedly dressed with some difficulty as all were sporting raging hardons.
"Dude, I bet Jim or Chad laced that dumpling with Viagra," said Rob, as he jammed the yellow zentai suit deep into this gym bag.
Parker replied, "Wouldn't put it past them. Is that a new body spray you're using?"
"Huh? Nope, just me," Rob said sniffing his pit, and then stealing a whiff off Parker's neck as he turned away. Now that was a sweet body spray, Rob almost added, but he caught himself.
The players seemed a lot rougher than usual, and kept piling on tackle piles, so they could feel, smell or even "accidentally" lick their teammates. Rob was grinning as he strutted back to the lockers. He had managed to bury his face in nearly each teammate's crotch or ass. His jockstrap was straining against his throbbing leaking cock.
"'Fore we shower, let's all take a hot sauna," said Parker as he peeled off his gear. He gaped when he saw his swollen mango-sized balls. Damn, he really needed a milking.
Everyone was so horny, they knew they'd have a circle jerk in the sauna, and eagerly agreed. The coach was surprised to find the locker room empty when he got there. The boys sure were in a hurry to shower, he thought, but he didn't hear the showers. He almost went to check what they were up to, but he had a stack of paperwork waiting in his office to get to the principal regarding budget requests.
Meanwhile in the sauna...