"ACHOO!"
Karl sneezed pulling the tiny jock up to his face like a Kleenex.
"Ew," he said wadding up the snot drenched football player in a wad
and shoving him into his jeans pocket, "That was gross. Maybe I'm
allergic to the fabric softener or detergent scent?"
He leaned over the bag and took a deep whiff. He reached into his
pocket and pulled out the flattened crumpled slimed jock, and sneezed
again.
"Oh, fuck, this totally sucks," groaned Keith, "One minute, I'm on top
of the world. I'm the star receiver with over 100 touchdowns over my
career, and now I'm the towel boy's snot rag. What could be worse?"
"Man, am I horny all of a sudden. You know since you're flattened and
all Mr. Quarterback, I don't suppose you'd mind being my cum rag. I've
jacked off with your photo for over six months, but never jacked off
with you before," said Karl fishing out the flattened quarterback from
his trophy bag.
"Oh, man, I take it back. I'd rather be a snot rag. There is something
worse. Sorry man,you're going to be the nerd's cum rag. I bet he uses
you 5 or 6 times a day," sighed Keith from inside Karl's pocket.