Most of the Varsity players were sporting woods as they walked tenuously around the locker room unsure on
their feet after a week of just hanging around.
"Are they all gay now?" Rod asked looking a Chad who was struggling with little success to conceal his boner.
He turned beet red at Rod's question.
"Nah, they're just horny young men who haven't had a boner in a week. There bodies just need to catch up for
lost time," Jay chuckled.
"Oh, there were lots of boners," Chad whisper snarled at Rod angrily.
"Yeah, I did take good care of you, didn't I, Chad?"
"You wore me 24/7 for the whole week," hissed Chad, "And you jacked off at least 10 times a day, except for
the last 24 hours, why?"
"Isn't it obvious, I wanted you to be starving for my cum," Rod answered. On cue Chad's stomach rumbled.
Rod grinned as Chad's eyes locked on Rod's tented towel.
"Well, maybe on last time, Chad?" Rod said, "If you want a load for the road follow me."
Rod headed toward the shower room. Chad looked around at the other Varsity players milling around, and
swallowed hard. He ambled slowly on his weak legs behind Rod.
Josh seemed kind of antsy. The chemicals had worked just as he expected. He had taken into account that the
JV players would pop boners and have wet dreams or maybe even jack off once or twice, and had adjusted the
formula so that the jocks would absorb and enjoy their servings of cum. He just hadn't expected Jay to use
him 3 or 4 times a day as a cum rag. Or maybe it was more often? He shuddered. A couple of loads would have
been fine, just like a couple glasses of wine, Josh thought. His stomach rumbled a bit. He had gotten drunk on
all the cum, and wondered if any of his teammates had too? He gritted his teeth and locked his eyes on Jay's
crotch. He licked his lips, stood and said, "Jay, we gotta talk."
Unsure what to say though, Josh was silent. Images of him and his teammates in one of those counseling
circles he had seen on TV where someone stands up and says, "I am an alcoholic." In his mind, Josh stood and
said, "My name is Josh, and I'm a cockaholic."
"What's the matter, Josh?" Jay asked breaking the interminable silence.
"You used me as a cum rag!" Josh said accusingly.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, remember we talked about adjusting the formula so the jocks would absorb and ingest the cum like
alcohol?"
"Yeah, you must've been drunk out your mind," laughed Jay.
"Fuck, you. I think I'm a fucking cockaholic now!" Josh blurted out.
Jay looked aghast. Then he laughed, "Oh, rich! You want some now, Josh?" Jay asked petting his crotch.