Coach McGurk is a real jerk, you think as he puts Snake through the most grueling work out you can imagine. You can't see that well from your current position, but you can hear quite well the Coach's orders, and feel your body stretched and drenched as Snake works out. By the time the bell rings, Snake's stench permeates through you. Jason starts to walk defiantly toward the locker room, and suddenly stops. You recognize the coach's black patent leather shoes as you gaze down through Snake's shorts' leg holes.
"Whoa, Jason, where do you think you're going?"
"Coach, the period bell rang," Snake protests.
"Yeah, well, I never said dismissed. You got two more jumping jacks."
"Yes sir," says Snake sarcastically and does two jumping jacks sending you bouncing up and down.
"Good. But for mouthing off, you got to do a lap around the field first."
"But..."
"Three laps! Now you want to try for five?"
"Sure, why the fuck not?"
"Fine. Ten, and I'd be quick if I were you. I don't give hall passes."
Biting his lip. Snake sprints around the field. The passing bell rings as Snake completes his 10th lap. He dashes passed the laughing coach to his locker.
"No time to shower," growls as he strips. He's naked except for you. His thumbs slip inside your strap. He snaps you but doesn't take you off. He fondles himself and you, as he pulls on his jeans over his sweat slick body.
Then he runs to his next class. He skids to a stop as the tardy bell rings and a door slams shut.
"Just made it, Mr.Tyler. Now take a seat!" snaps Mrs. Tucker. Snake takes his customary seat in the back next to Steve Carruthers. The room darkens, guess ol' lady Tucker is running movies again.
"Man, you stink," whispers Carruthers.
"Yeah, McGurk made me do 10 laps after the first bell rang."
"No way."
"Yes, way. From the look on you in this dim light, I guess my stench turns you on. So how about a blow job, Stevie?"
"Now? In class?"
"Hey with the movie running no one will notice."
He unzips, and tucks you under his erect cock. You still are wrapped around his balls. You can feel Steve's spittle trickle down as he slides his mouth around Snake's snake.
Snake doesn't utter a sound as Steve goes to work. You feel his testicles contract, and feel the surge of cum through his hard penis. Still Snake is silent. Steve smacks his lips, and snake snaps you back in place over his cockhead. His collapsing cock continues to leak cum into your absorbent pouch. The taste is intoxicating. You want more.