The football season finally ended. Jeff lay filthy and unused in a cardboard box on top of the now empty lockers. Occasionally, a player would stop in and use him, but those times became fewer and fewer. Finally, weeks past without usage. Jeff needed to be used, so badly.
Kyle the coach's assistant was tasked with clearing out the locker room, and cleaning it up. He found Jeff in the box, and Jeff's heart sprung in the hope that Kyle would use him. He never thought he would miss being used, but he found he needed human contact of some kind, even if the contact was as a sex toy. But Kyle was too grossed out by the cum-encrusted fleshlight to ever consider using it. Instead he added two jockstraps, one torn compression short, a couple practice jerseys, a mouth guard, some pencils, pens, $2.55 in change, a pack of cigarettes with two cigs left in it, a Bic lighter, a stud from an earring, a couple old text books, eight partially used cans of athlete's foot spray, three Chapsticks, a dozen condoms, a Playboy magazine, and a butt plug. He brought the box of "lost" items in for the coach to review before tossing. He was tempted to keep the change, but there wasn't enough for it to be worth getting in trouble. For all he knew the coach planted the change or at least some of it to see if he Kyle would turn it in.
"Hey, Coach Whitcomb, here's the junk from the locker room. You want me to toss it?"
"Lemme see," the coach said taking the box. "You go mop out the lockers, now."
When Kyle finished, he saw coach standing there with the box in the Football Locker Room.
"Coach?"
"Yeah, I threw out the junk. I want you to wash what's in the box, and bring it back to me after everything's clean."
Kyle took the box, and looked in, and groaned.
"Ew! You gotta be kidding, you want me to wash their groady old fleshlight? And even the torn compression shorts too?"
"Oh, they're torn? Hm? Darn them up too after you wash them." Coach paused, and added, "And I expect that fleshlight so clean that you can lick it, and you will."
Kyle shut his mouth and swallowed. Damn, now all he could think of was licking that grody disgusting cum-encrusted fleshlight without washing it. Coach grinned. He knew just the buttons to push with Kyle.