Horst hadn't left the locker room with Carter. He had lingered by the exit peering around the corner, and he witnessed Vinnie take Ryan off and dump him in the lost and found bin. Horst ducked into the coach's office as Vinnie headed toward him.
"What do you want, Horst?"
"Coach, sir?" Horst had hoped the office would be empty. No such luck. He thought quickly. "Coach, uh, I was wondering, if you'd give me a chance at quarterback?"
"That's your buddy Ryan's gig, isn't it? You and he having a fight?"
"No, nothing like that, but I'd like to show Ryan what I can do. He's a good quarterback, but in the last game, he totally missed three chances to TD."
"Well, alright, Horst, I'll give you a shot tonight at QB for at least one play. If you are half as good as you think, Ryan may be out of a job," laughed the coach. He didn't really expect much from Horst, but he figured a riled up Standish might play better.
"Thanks, coach!" Horst said with a grin, as he exited the office and made straight for the bin. He looked around and reached inside, and picked out the still warm jockstrap. "Hey, Ry, bet you thought you were going to end up wrapped around a stranger's junk. I couldn't let that happen to you, bud." Horst changed quickly and discarded Vinnie's real jockstrap in the bin. "Like to see Vinnie change that back on Monday," he snickered.
Horst grabbed the playbook, and headed to the library to bone up on the quarterback's plays. Ryan was a tad small, but Horst figured after a week or two he would stretch out nicely. He adjusted himself, and began to review the plays. As he thought about doing the Hail Mary with a throw to Carter, he heard Ryan's thoughts on the matter. "Gotta throw long for Carter, he always overreaches." Interesting. Ryan was wondering why he was thinking about coaching Horst to be quarterback and why he was telling Horst about each player's idiosyncrasies. Well, he thought, there really wasn't anything else to do with Horst's ass stretching his legs and arms, and with Horst's manhood inside him the rest of him. Yuck, Horst was leaking precum. He was getting harder. Ryan could do nothing but absorb the droplets. Yum! He thought unexpectedly as he tasted the sweet liquor that was Horst's man mead.
Horst laughed out loud, and murmured "Man mead? I love it!"
"Sh!" said the librarian, "This is a library!"
"Sorry, sir," Horst answered licking his lips, and wondering whether Ryan would prefer to be wrapped around the petite librarian's junk instead.
For a moment, Ryan found himself gazing out of Horst's eyes at the male librarian's crotch leaning over the library table. The man was only 24 or 25, with black hair, about 5'0" tall. He looked kind of like an elf, but he was a giant compared to Ryan now. His manhood was visible through his thin linen trousers. He has smaller stature, narrower waist, but his junk was almost as big as Horst's. Yeah, Ryan wouldn't mind the librarian wearing him. Horst suppressed another giggle.
"I'm just boning up on some plays, and this one made me laugh just thinking about it," Horst said.
"You want some new football plays? Let me see what I can do," he said.
Horst shrugged and turned the page of his play book.
A few minutes later the librarian returned with a stack of playbooks.
"These were from the Coach Thompson's State Champs in 82, 83, and 84. These ones were donated to the library by Dylan McNamara, a former alum and are from his college team the year they won the Rose Bowl. The others, well, I suspect they may give you some new plays for your playbook." The librarian winked. Then the dude put the books down and squeezed Horst's shoulder. Horst followed the librarian's gaze. Damn, Horst's bulge. He blushed and pulled his chair closer to the table to hide his bulge under the library table. The librarian thinks Horst has the hots for him. Now it was Ryan's turn to laugh. The vibrating jockstrap only made Horst harder. He grabbed the nearest playbook, and started to study it. He couldn't blow his load in front of the librarian! Hm, this play was good, really good. He thought how he could apply it to today's game.