"Oh, man, I am sore," whined Rick as he entered the sauna.
"Heh, heh, yeah, you're lucky that Chad didn't join the team. If you had to keep up with him, you'd really be sore," commented Bruno. "Speaking of luck. We got lucky, they finally replaced that old tin bucket with a wooden one. Looks like it's half full. Ready for a steam?"
"Ew! That reeks, Bruno! Did you piss in the bucket?"
"Yuck! No way!" said Bruno, "But I sure am now!"
The white steam clouded his vision, so he didn't recognize the outlines of Chad's face embeded inside the bottom of the bucket. He just hung his dick over and pissed.
"It's not so bad now, guess you get used to it?" noted Rick.
"Maybe? You wanna piss, it's only about a thrid full."
"Yeah, why not? Fight piss with piss." Rick climbed down from his perch on the bench, and filled Chad with another third.
Chad was doing the math. He figured each guy pissed at least 16 oz, maybe 25 oz. So he figured that he was a half gallon bucket. Gulp. The football team, Chad estimated filled the old cum bucket with 3 ounces of cum per player. Fortyfour players, 132 ounces of cum, and he only could hold 64 ounces. He'd either overflow or absorb at least 68 ounces. He wanted to shake his head.