"Fight it, Cody, just fight it -- you can't go through life like this, and if you escape you can maybe reverse it," Cody tried to tell himself. He tried, but this inner voice felt so weak, so so weak. His stammering voice, he knew, belied how strong his resistance truly was. His hard dick, pathetic as it was in size, did too... he wanted to sniff Simon's pit more. He really did. He wanted to sniff his own, to compare, he tried to tell himself to get out of this, but the truth was that it all made him excited in ways he had only just begun to understand.
"I could never become a total jock!" Cody blurted, trying to twist away, but Devon held him firm. He summoned up his energy again, his hard little dick flopping in the air, but now here was Simon, leering before him, a can of deodorant spray from a duffel bag in his big, manly mitt of a hand.
" Look at that hard little dick," Simony laughed, raucously, full of excitement. "Bet you've never even cum yet, have you Cody? You don't even have a pube on that clean, innocent little crotch of yours. We'll change that," he said, shaking the can, the ball inside rattling against the aluminum. "Say goodbye to your clean crotch in 5...4...3...2...1... zero..." Simon said, pressing the trigger and spraying a quick jet against the base of Cody's dick.