Jake walked into the cafeteria horse mask in hand.
He grabbed a tray of what could have only been defined as meatloaf by people who had never seen meat or a loaf before. Glad to see a different example of horse meat around here he thought darkly.
He saw Ben and gave him a look. But Ben waved him over. He sat by Ben and Riley. Both of them were on the team and wanted to know what coach had said.
"Coach put me on mascot duty for the game tonight and the pep rally." Jake said with his face staring at his puddle of meat.
"Woah dude. That sucks. Are you off the team?" Riley tried to sound concerned but Jake's absence meant that he was finally getting off the bench.
"Don't get your hopes up. I'll be back next week when the college scouts roll through," Jake said.
"Dude. Don't get mad at me. I'm just looking for a chance one time... I mean you've got everything." Riley said not meeting Jakes eyes.
"You're team captain, you get to call the shots. You're popular and everybody knows you're freaking packing downstairs." Riley continued as he tried to garner Ben and Jake's pity.
Jake couldn't believe his ears. He was completely naked with over a foot and a half of horse cock flapping in the breeze and Riley was jealous of that too.
"Shut up Riley. You know I'm a freak." He said turning bright red.
"Yeah. But even that's got its benefits. I mean, you could probably suck yourself off if you wanted to."
Jake blushed again. The idea had never crossed his mind and he definitely did not "want to."
Ben took this opportunity to speak up. "I bet he sucks himself off every night." He said elbowing Jeff jokingly.
Jeff didn't say anything. He was remembering.
He was remembering night after night, arching his back and craning his neck just a bit in order to lick and tease his own flared tip. Smelling the musty scent and tasting the putrid taste of stale ejaculate and horsey smegma. He remembered the early days when getting it off was a challenge but now, years after starting puberty, he could play the organ like, well, an organ. Gently rolling the heavy balls around one at a time, working the shaft up and down, increasing pace until he nearly choked on the thick yellowed goo. Countless times in the dark of his bedroom and then, when he realized the effort cleaning the aftermath from sheets and pillows, standing up in the shower with a stream of hot water blasting his balls as he sucked the tip and caressed the shaft and it's soft hairs with lathered hands. This flood of memories and his desire for it to be near bed time again hit him like a cascade.
He broke from his reverie when he heard a knock on the bottom of the table. Once than twice and he realized his hard dick was bobbing against the underside of the table.
Ben laughed and Riley said, "Sometimes silence speaks louder than words." The guys all laughed at this and Jane even chuckled knowing that his secret was out.
Then, head cheerleader Jennifer Smith came up to them and said....