"Hey guys, isn't that Old Spice supposed to be for any sort of pit?" mused the tight end, a thick and hot blonde with a nice coat of gold fur over his pecs who moved up behind Simon, mussed up his hair, and put him in a headlock.
"Yeah they say" Mark said, picking it up and tossing it over to another jock with one hand.
"Rub in on his crotch, the little twerp hasn't even grown pubes yet."
"NOOOO!" Simon said, scootching backward on the bench. He swore he could almost feel one or two of the hairs that had grown in around his asshole brush up against the metal of the bench. It was gross.. as his naked back brushed against the fuzz on the tight end's pecs. Simon thought few things were as revulsive as pubic hairs.
Ignoring Simon's flopping salami, it only takes a few swipes of the deodorant applicator above Simon's large meat for a thick, mattered mound of long brown pubes to sprout up as the latest addition to Simon's increasingly boorish and disheveled body.
'How do you like that big ole bush?' Mark said. Simon looked down and saw his fat dick sliding against its new crown of silky dark pubes. 'Change it back, man, I don't need to be shedding pubes in my underwear like you guys.'
'Dude all jocks have pubes. It doesn't change back. Get some around his balls and his taint, and hand me a jock strap'