Dang, it's empty, thought Todd, as air hissed but nothing came out. He tossed it into a nearby trashcan. Todd sat down on the bench to rest. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He couldn't see the broadened spot of golden tan spreading out from the gooey stain on his pale white back. He breathed slowly. In the harsh locker room light, an observer might have noticed the blond highlights appearing in Todd's hair, as the tan spread across his shoulders and down his arms.
Snot trickled out of Todd's right nostril. He must've caught the flu. Maybe that's why he fell after stomping that bug? It really was hitting him like a ton of bricks. One moment he felt fine, and now he felt like his whole insides were churning. Maybe he should be closer to a toilet. He headed for the stalls. Stopping every few feet to use the bench, lockers or walls for support. Where was everybody? He needed to see the nurse or a doctor. The football team had a doctor at their games, might he be around for practice? Todd's mind raced. Somehow he made it inside a toilet stall. He was seated on the john with his shorts and jockstrap around his ankles. He looked at the grafitti on the back of the door. Then he looked down at his crotch. At least it was supposed to be his crotch. It was, but it wasn't. His thick black thatch, and sea cucumber-like cock weren't there. The thatch was dishwater blond, and his cock was skinnless and pink. He'd been circumcised? Nah, he must be hallucinating. He reached down and touched it. It felt real. It was velvety, and as he rubbed it, it stiffened. His cock seemed a couple inches longer than before, but he didn't mind. Still he missed his foreskin. He moaned as a wave of pleasure swept over him. He still felt sick, but he didn't feel as bad.
He blew his load and it splattered on the back of the toilet stall door. Then he sneezed violently doubling over, and banging his head on the stall door.