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1 - Pigskins
I walked into the lockeroom and grabbed the closest shitter I could find. I slowly reached down and tugged at my football pants until I had my fingers in the waistband and could feel the hot sweat my my fingers from my hairy belly. I pulled them to the floor and stood up. I slowly ran my hands down my husky torso and could feel my sweaty, hairy and funky teen body. I was a linebacker for my team and pretty much, outside of the quarterback, my buddy Davis, ran this time like a well-oiled machine. I played with my ass cheeks for a minute and squeezed them hard. I ran my fingers down my crack and could feel the sweaty, hot crack of my funky ass that had just spent the last four hours at practice. I let my fingers drift between my cheeks until I could feel my wet, puckered hole. I was not the best at wiping and then discovered I was a scent pig, so I became the worst and sometimes, depending on my mood, just barely touched my hole after I took a shit.
I slowly sat on the toilet and spread my big legs apart. I reached between my legs and squeezed my hairy ballsac. My dick started to stiffen and I was turned on by practice, sweating like a pig and now being stuck in the shitter alone with it's funky odors of piss, shit and sweat.
I smiled to myself. I hadn't always been a pig when it came to life. I was once a good little boy, who always wiped his ass and said "Excuse me" when I farted. Today, that was the furthest thing from my mind. My ass was sweaty most of the time, my pits were rank and my cock smelled of piss and dried cum no matter when you caught me. I was living out my fantasy most days and was lucky enough to be on a team with a few other funk pigs.
My hand gripped my dick and slowly started cranking as I reached between those big bull nuts of mine and found my shitty, sweaty, hairy manhole. I stroked slowly, enjoying the feel of my stroking on my big black veiny cock. Precum oozed out the tip and dribbled onto my knuckes. Dick snot, I said outloud, forgetting where I was and laughed.
"Who the fuck you talking to in there, Johnson?" boomed a voice on the other side of the stall door.
Before I could answer, the door swung open and there stood Davis, our QB, looking down with a bad ass smirk on his face as he saw the dude who was key to the teams defense stroking his long thick dick with one hand and fingering his shitty hole with the other.
"Hey, dude! Looks like you could use a hand there.", said Davis as he slowly walked forward towards me on the shitter.
(to be continued)
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