Jason was totally lost in the pleasure he was feeling. His beefy, hairy forearms were pumping up and down his huge, thick cock. His hairy balls were jiggling, and his muscular thighs were thrusting into his large, hairy mitt.
Jason tried to stop his impending orgasm; his mind was screaming for him to stop and to not let himself give in to his jock side. It was no use. Jason grunted in his new, unfamiliar and deep voice. His huge, hairy balls pulled up and he shot load after load. It splattered all over his hairy torso and chest. The pleasure was so intense, that Jason saw stars.
Jason was exhausted, he lay down on his bed, sweaty and stinking. His brain was moving so slowly, he couldn't think straight. He felt so exhausted after jacking off. He laid down and passed out on his bed.
He woke up to his alarm screeching. Jason's eyes opened and he sat up in bed. "Shit!", he yelled in his deep, baritone voice, realizing he was late for school. The voice shocked him; "Oh, no. It wasn't all just a terrible dream!", he thought. He threw back the covers and his eyes me his hairy, muscular jock body. He saw huge, bulging muscles, and hair bursting out everywhere. His huge cock, at least 11 inches hard, was pounding erect. His head was swimming with testosterone and hormones, and he was feeling so horny again. His thatch of chest hair as tangled together with dried cum. He looked down and saw the thick tufts of pit hair sticking out from under his arms. He took a deep sniff of his pits and was confronted with some powerful BO. His dick twitched from the scent. His bearded face smiled, and he wrapped a huge, hairy mitt around his cock and began to jack off again. He knew he should be repulsed by these changes, and he should be fighting back. But the truth was, it felt too good to be a jock. Jason began grunting, and began to pump harder. Sweat dripped down his pits and down his chest. Pretty soon, he came yet again.
After the afterglow of his orgasm faded, he saw he was even later for school. He had no time to shower. He found a yellow, stretched out jock strap on the floor. He worked it up his legs and onto his manhood. It bulged out obscenely, barely able to contain his meat. Dark, curly pubic hair burst out from it in every direction. It was less than ideal, but at least his cock wouldn't be banging around his thighs all day. Plus, he thought as he grabbed his basketball shorts, his cock was so long it probably would snake out the bottom of his shorts without it.
He worked the shorts up, showing off his hairy, muscular legs. Basketball player's legs. The bulge in the front of his shorts was ridiculous. He groped himself and smiled, proud that all that meat in his shorts was his.
He threw on a basketball jersey for his school. It had his name on it. Huge tufts of hair stuck out from his pits and some thick curls poked out of the top of his jersey. Everyone could see he was a very hairy dude. He lifted up his muscled arm and took a deep whiff. Man, he stunk! His cock stirred in his jockstrap. He tugged playfully on the tufts poking out at the top of his chest. He realized he still had dried cum in some of them. Oh well. There wasn't anytime to clean up. He took one last look at his hairy jock body in the mirror. He saw his thick stubble, and swiped it with his hand. It felt like sandpaper.
Jason smiled. He looked good. He was starting to enjoy being a jock! He lifted up and arm and scratched his heavy pit bush, and he farted. The smells made his dick stir again. Man he was horny again! This was ridiculous. All he could think about was sex. He glanced at his watch, realizing he was still pretty late. Jason grabbed his backpack and walked out his door, heading for school.