Mrs. Harrison said, "That's enough Jake. I'm sick of you horsing around while everybody else is trying to learn." That drew a small eruption of laughter from his classmates who all knew of his equine endowment.
"If you're not going to respect me our my class, you can head down to Coach Collins' office and explain why you are being so disruptive."
Jake didn't want to go back to the Coach's office after his behavior there last class. He frowned but still remained silent.
"Don't act upset about it now. Go on down there. I'm calling him right now. Class read pages 46-59 as I handle this."
Jake was originally mortified but now he plodded down to the gym office without a care in the world.
Arriving at the office, coach looked at him disapprovingly and hung up the phone with who Jake assumed was Mrs. Harrison.
"Jake, you wait here. I have to go start my class and then I'll come back to deal with you." Coach Collins said with a scowl.
Jake sat in the chair and waited as the seconds ticked by. He sat tapping his foot in apprehension. Then, looking down, he realized the tubesock he had stolen last period had been soaked in piss.
He peeled off the offending garment and was about to throw it in the trash when he smelled the musky stink of sweat and piss on it. Balling it up, he sniffed it and felt his flared cock spring into action rapidly growing to what he guessed was almost twenty inches. In a seated position, the flared tip rested in the cleft of his pecs.
His modified cock smelled like stale piss and a barnyard but he wasn't concerned. He unballed the sock and pulled it over the pillar of horseflesh and began to slide it up and down stretching the sock to its limits.
Jake bent his head forward and smelled the combination of foot odor, sweat and piss and he picked up speed. Then, almost without warning, his dick began pumping dark yellowish cum through the sock. It reeked
But he didn't care. Spent and basking in the afterglow of his first horsey orgasm, Jake pulled the sock off of himself and tossed the used fabric into Coach Collins' trashcan.
He sat back in a daze. Life wasn't all bad. He could get used to this. He didn't notice when his coach opened the door glanced at the smelly and thick globs document that still coated Jake's dick and the floor and sighed.
"Jake! Earth to Jake!" Coach said in a raised tone. "Your behavior has been way out of line today. It's only second period and you've been a disruption the whole time."
That was true. Jake nodded.
"Listen, you know you've been our star player all season. You're one of the biggest guys on the team and we've relied on your speed and power all year."
Jake smiled as he felt his shoulders broaden and his legs expand from the coach's compliments.
Here came the bad news.
"In light of your recent misbehavior. I'm gonna have to suspend you from tonight's game."
Jake groaned.
"Now don't give me that crap. You are supposed to act like a leader here and you haven't been. Between the stunt you pulled last week with that Perkins kid and today's disrespect, I think it's more than fair. If you turn the act around, you could be back in the game again next week.
If you want to be back on the team and lead the East Hampton Horsemen to victory you're going to have to get your act together."