Sam Clark, the one person on the football team that were comparable to Jake, which led them to have a rivalry that turned into them being best friends. Both of them were bulging with rock-hard muscles, although Jake had a little more beef with him to go with his taller stature. At 6'2" & 5'8" respectively, Sam was eye-level with Jake's pecs- something about that was gnawing at Jake's mind. Sam's relatively smaller body, his chocolatey hair, his pasture-green eyes; so much about him he hadn't thought about before was making him sweaty and blushing red.
"Heeey... Earth to Jake? Are you good? Do you have a fever or something?"
"N-No, I'm good. I just... Holy shit."
"Dude, if you need to stay at home, it's fine. Look, let's just," Sam stopped talking, choosing to go ahead and sit him down. His hands were calm yet firm, something Jake couldn't help but imagine on his cock. In the short time it took to go from the front door to a living room couch, Jake's 7 inches were already getting uncomfortable in his jeans. The thought of asking Sam to unbutton them was weighing heavily on his mind.
Sam noticed the boner, but chose to ignore it in favor of checking his temperature. His clean palm on the infected forehead sweat, however, brought him into the world of the virus. It was like a blanket of humidity was thrown over him. His eyes became less focused on Jake's predicament and instead on how plump his lips were. They were as round as his fat man breasts, or his soccer ball for a butt. Memories of checking him out in the gym and locker room infected his brain, and pushed him to take the step forward.
"You..." *gulp* "You shouldn't be wearing so much."
"Huh?"
"I mean, this fever of yours could only get worse the more you're wearing. Like this hat; I know you don't like people seeing your- b-bedhair, but it's just going to fry your br-brain the longer you wear it," he said, before pulling off the cap and putting it on his own head.
"Oh... O-Okay, yeah."
"And your shoes and socks. You gotta give the air somewhere to cool your body. Your- feet are prime for blood flow, or something." He reasoned, taking off the footwear and pocketing the socks. He thought about massaging or even sucking the massive grippers, but shook the urge away.
"Damn... That is making me feel better"
"Y-Your jacket needs off too. Your tank top with it! It's not anything I haven't seen before anyway, so who cares if you have it!" Without giving an explanation on how that would help his fever, Sam was undressing him back to his naked form
"Yeah, I get it. Thanks man. You're the best."
The boner Sam had been growing throbbed against his own pair of jeans. One of the few areas where Sam outshined Jake was dick, with an entire foot and 2+ girth in his pants. That said, he didn't want to use it on his best friend. If anything, he thought it'd be hot if his giant crotch was just for show, never to be used unless on Jake's command.
His mouth was watering all over Jake. Patient Zero tried shaking his buddy, but nothing worked. He was sure they were going to fuck, which... wasn't all that bad?
(Wait, what am I doing? I'm not a fag! I'm as straight as they cum! I have a girlfriend, I can't be fucking my best friend!)
(Then have him fuck you! You've seen him in the showers, he's absolutely loaded! You need that dick in you! Let it scramble your insides! Let yourself be his bottom!)
(What the hell am I thinking??! Why am I so horny for Sammy's pillar of meat?! Fuck me!)
Jake's cling to heterosex and homophobia fell when Sam's mouth moved from his torso to his bulging dick. He had become so lost in thought, he didn't notice Sam unbuttoning his jeans and pulling off his bottomwear. Sam was blowing him like an expert, going to the hilt, massaging his balls, moaning like a champ. He was leagues above Jasmine or whoever-the-fuck he was thinking about.
Despite Sam's expert levels of suck, Jack's needy hole was begging for some thing to go in there. The need for submission began to control him, interrupting the sex to turn him over onto his belly. His anus was eye-to-eyes with Sam: alluring, clean, and musky, yet unimportant.
"Sam! Sam, please! I need you inside of me!"
"W-W-Wait, I was going to get on your dick first. Can you turn back over?"
"C'mon Sammy, I'm sick, remember? I need my kind nurse to put his thick thermometer up my ass!"
"B-But we don't need this thing. Just let it be ornamental, for people to gawk at but not to use!"
"How can you even think of that?! Your penis is a gift to this world! It needs to fuck!"
"You're an Ass Virgin, aren't you? You'd be too tight for my dick!"
"It'll fit! Just try!"
The two of them scuffled for a while, although after a while, right when their classes would actually start, they came to the agreement---