"Great game, Raul," said his team mate Hector as he swatted Raul's butt as they went back into locker room at
halftime.
Chad's mind screamed as the big hand slapped the sole of his left foot, calf and thigh. At least that's what
it felt like when the hand hit the part of the female condom sticking out of Raul's butt under his football
shorts.
Raul grinned as he headed for the toilets. He pulled down his shorts and jock, and then he remembered Chad.
He pulled the female condom out of his rectum, and set the soiled female condom on the toilet dispenser.
Chad's world wrenched as his perspective shifted from looking out Raul's eyes to staring at Raul's brown hole,
then the porcelain toilet bowl and finally the metal lid of the toilet bowl dispenser as his cum filled head
smooshed against it. He suddenly felt cold.
Raul's bowels made a disgusting noise. Then the sound of water splashing followed. He hadn't used the toilet
since Keith had refilled his condom and ass with hot cum at 8 am. He sighed in relief. He heard the plop plop
sound of the cum dribbling out of condom, but didn't think anything of it.
Chad's initial sense of total emptiness subsided. He tried hard to focus. He struggled to move. He felt
Keith's cum oozing out of him. He heard the grunts and noise of Raul emptying his bowels. He felt the metal
surface moving beneath him as the liquid emptied out of him. He slid off the counter and plopped on to the
tile bathroom floor. He was thinking clearly for the first time in days.
Raul reached for the condom...