Tim O'dell was always a little gay when being about the locker room before or after any game. All knew it, yet most ignored it but today would be his special delight.
Rick feeling the wild intoxicating feeling of Jerome's sweet milk pranced about with leaps and bounds looking for anyone will or wanting what he had to offer.
It was Tim who dropped his pants bending over and beckoned Rick to approach.
Rick was feeling no pain and felt only the wild uforia of a buck goat in rut. Dropping his head low and to one side he lifted a hind leg. A splashing short of his own urine shot out the exposed cockhead covering his now smaller boney head.
Perfume goat style the buck was ready to mount anything willing. Tim spread his thighs wide as the buck needed no urging or help in mounting. As forelegs flayed over Tim's broad ribs the red hot goat cock began short thrusts.
Boink, as the hot head touched a most sensual part on Tim's butt.
"Hey you bastard!" screamed Tim as some looked away from the orgie still going on by Jerome and friends.
Rick worked his shaft in deeper and farther as Tim moaned of wonderous pleasures never yet known. As maybe with Jerome too the thrusting changed from an anal feeling to one of strange sensual pleasures.
The anal opening broadened till the billy goat's cock sliped down and was running the canal of Tim's own vagina. Wave after blinding wave of sexual pleasure worked and washed over Tim.
He had his eyes closed paying no attention to what was fast happening to his rump, thighs, legs, feet, toes, and worst yet his head.
Rick humped with wild delight his best sexual pleasure he was then enjoying. He exploded three times over into Tim's engorged cunt only to drive what was left of his humanity into oblivion.
A bleating scream of sudden realization echoed the locker room as Tim awakened to a body gender and life of a nanny goat too!
Rick joined in bleating his satisfied feelings of rut and procreation. Billy all this while had mounted Stan Wheelinga and was done making yet another sweet pussied nany for those soon to be goats with the goats.
Meanwhile Derek who had thus far milked, drank, and milked the nanny goats udders dry stood looking about the locker room. He counter twenty three goats, most bucks, the others nannies. A few of the remaining players were then on their own ways to being one or the other leaving himself the one still not enthoused into a sexual life changing pleasure.
A call on the Coach's phone had his Father driving their stock truck over to the school for pickup of a prime new herd of goats.