Horst blew three loads into his jockstrap that night. With the new plays he borrowed from the 82 Champions, and with Ryan's skills leeching from his living jockstrap, he managed to score 8 touchdowns. He was a better quarterback than Ryan Standish - well, at least while he was wearing Ryan Standish. Ryan could see through Horst's eyes, and was sharing Horst's body. He knew how to throw the ball, and in his current state, Ryan found he was more focused. The first time Horst scored, Horst got hard. Ryan tasted his pre-cum and hungrily wanted more. He was thrilled every time, Horst scored. My half time, Horst's nuts were completely drained.
"Good work, Horst! I'm moving Standish to 2nd String for the next game, you're our new starting quarterback," Coach said patting Horst on the back.
After his shower, the other players, high-fived and patted Horst. They were thrilled by their latest victory. Stacy pursed her lips, and waited by the exit. She waylaid Horst as he exited the locker room.
"Horst, where's Ryan?" Stacy demanded.
"Home?" Horst said with a shrug.
"He wasn't in the game tonight," Stacy said.
"Yeah, he was probably home."
"No, he wasn't. I went by his house after school. And his mother said that you called, and said that he was going to spend the weekend with you after the game. So where is he?"
Horst's eyes inadvertently stared down at the bulge in his jeans. He had waited until his teammates left to retrieve his "lucky" jockstrap and put the sweaty rag formerly known as Ryan Standish on his squeaky clean body. He then dressed and exited.
After a long pause, "I haven't seen Ryan's blond head since this morning in the locker room. He asked me to cover for him." He blurted it out, and regretted it immediately.
"Well, you tell Ryan that I am through with him, I never want to see him again!" Stacy said. She spun around and ran off sobbing.
Horst felt Ryan tighten around his nuts. He patted his bulge and smiled, "Yeah, I think I can guarantee that she won't see you again, Ryan."
He walked ten feet from the locker room door toward the parking lot. A cloud of smoke blew out from under the bleachers he was passing and right into his face. He stopped and coughed. He turned to see the glowing red light of a cigarette being smoked. The glowing cigarette fell, and was stomped out, as Snake emerged from the shadows.
"Hey, Horst, it was getting late. I thought maybe you forgot about our appointment. Now you get down on your knees and take me to my happy place, and I may just pop your cherry."
"N-n-n-n," stammered Horst, as Ryan forced him to his knees. His eyes were focused on Snake's bulge. He wanted to see Horst suck Snake's cock, even if he might end up tasting it too. He needed to punish Horst.