Runningback

 

“Welcome to Libertine Hall!” Warren stared at the hulking man in front of him, his first impression of the school was this odorous bear masquerading as a gym instructor? His breath stank of cigars, and his very fitted Nike Dri-Fit shirt ironically was stained in several places with questionable substances. The man introduced himself as Professor Saylor, director of Athletics. Warren gingerly shook the man’s hand, clearly anxiety ridden enough from his journey to the school. “So, your parents dropped ya off here? No baggage?” Warren shrugged, and said nothing, maintaining a wall of silence. “Alright, well, don’t worry. You’re gonna love it here. Come on in.” 

Warren entered the gigantic ebony door into the gigantic gothic mansion, absolutely shocked by the opulence. He had never seen such grandeur for a meager boarding school. He would know. He’d been to about three already, each one more strict as the last. You see, Warren’s parents were filthy rich, but not exactly very nurturing. He would be carted off from school to school, since his parents would grow bored of his pleas to come home. The last one was especially awful at the Military School. However, Libertine Hall was a completely esoteric place. He had done some research on it, and found that students that left it became extremely successful.

“Well, if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to where your room is. I think you’re paired with Theo as your roommate. Lucky guy.” Professor Saylor nudged Warren’s lanky shoulder, as if he knew who Theo was. “Theo Nialls is our star quarterback! I’m sure he’ll show ya a good time!.” Down a long corridor and past door after door, Saylor stopped. Room 420, Theo Nialls & Warren Castle. Saylor opened the door, and Warren was attacked by the stench of musk. Theo was on a pull-up bar, shirtless, effortlessly doing rep after rep. The room was covered from wall to wall in clothes, beer cans, pads & socks. The only part of the room that wasn’t completely draped in Theo’s things was Warren’s empty bed. Theo jumped down from the bar, and glanced at Warren with a dumb smile.

“Whassup, bro?” Theo went in for a bro hug, grasping Warren’s hand and pulling him into a side hug. Warren was mortified. He felt Theo’s sweat get all over his new button up & khakis: the only clothes that he came with. “Where’s your bags, dude?” Warren looked at the ground, embarrassed.

“The last school threw them away. We had uniforms.” Theo threw his arm around Warren’s shoulder, and laughed.

“Don’t worry bruh. There’s a shit ton of clothes for you to wear in the room. Just take what you want!” Warren looked around the room at the clothes. Adidas, Nike, Under Armour… Not a single article of clothing that wasn’t sports-oriented. Or washed, for that matter.

The next day, Warren awoke to loud booms and laughter. Shooting up in his bed, he was more than irritated to see Theo with two other smelly jocks on the couch, playing the Xbox. “Good morning, Broski!” Theo chimed, not even looking up from the game. The other two guys waved and nodded, acknowledging his presence. 

“What time is it?” Warren asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, it’s only 7 AM. We had practice. But Jonesy here thinks he can school my ass in Modern Warfare.” One of the jocks laughed, and gave a playful nudge to Theo. Warren was furious, but his crippling shyness kept him from saying anything at all. He grabbed a grungy towel from the ground, and asked Theo if he had any soap. Theo laughed, and pointed to a bottle of Old Spice bodywash, with a little bit left in it. 

In the showers, he thought about the people at this school. All he saw were big jocks. In fact, it was rather strange. Every student he’d come across looked as if they were in their early to mid 20′s! He resolved to ask Theo about it when he was finished. He began to lather himself with the tropical smelling bodywash. Little did he know the true intention of the bodywash. The bottle comes standard for every student at Libertine Hall, compliments of the Headmasters. The more Warren massaged his scalp, the more his intelligence dropped. By the time he was finished with the shower, his IQ was exactly 87. 

He walked back into the room, Theo and the bros still playing their game on the couch. “Aww, bruh! You look cold as fuck. My workout gear is in that bag over there. They should still be pretty warm.” Warren mindlessly walked over to the ratty Adidas duffel bag, and opened it. He was immediately besieged with the smell he hated. Or, did he hate it? Meh. It was what it was. He should embrace his own smell. It’s au naturale! In the bag was a black Under Armour tee shirt, a pair of gold Adidas shorts, a yellowed and worn jockstrap, a pair of black Nike socks, and a well worn pair of black and white Jordan Eclipses. “Warren, bruh. We got’chu, Sometimes I can’t get dressed in the morning either!” 

Theo gets up and shoves Warren onto the bed. While the other two guys continue their match, Theo pulls out the old jockstrap. “Ahh, dude! This is my lucky jock! I wear it for every game!” He whips the towel off of Warren and slides the damp jock onto him. Theo is much bigger than Warren’s XS size, so it drapes over his modest genitalia. He sits down on the bed and gropes Warren’s slowly forming boner. “Oooh! You like the smell too? Looks like it’s bringing out the luck on ya!” He reaches into the bag and pulls out the shirt. He takes a deep whiff of the armpits. Smiling, Theo slides the shirt onto Warren. Warren begins to feel a strange warming sensation. He doesn’t notice his chest inflating and bulking to fit into the shirt. He doesn’t realize the all the forming tattoos across his torso and bulging arms.

“Damn bro, you look sexy!” Theo shuffles Warren’s hair, while he pulls out the shorts. He slides them on with a little bit of force: as they slide up his legs, Warren’s quads and hamstrings bulk and bulge, growing to fit the silky shorts. A now raging 10 in’ boner tents the jockstrap. “Need a little help with that, bro?” Theo grasps a calloused hand around Warren’s gigantic swelling cock, and slowly rubs the tip, precum coating his index finger. He pulls out the socks and sneakers, and swings Warren to the side, so their feet are on eachother’s laps. Theo slips on the wet, stinking socks, taking a moment to press his nose against Warren’s socked feet. “Damn bro, you think these are bad, smell this from the source!” Theo playfully shoves his sweaty foot onto Warren’s face, while inhaling the now rank size 14 feet in his face. Warren grasps the foot eagerly and takes a lick of Theo’s soft soles. He tastes the packed toejam and sweat, the smell reprogramming his delicate mind. Each lick replaces the memories of yachts and mansions with practice and gyms. He flexed his hard-earned muscles as he licked from heel to toe. Theo was already sucking his bro’s cheesy, uncut dick, still ripe from practice earlier that day. The other two bros laughed and filmed it on their phones, jacking their own cocks at the sight. Warren suddenly shot his gigantic load down Theo’s throat, coating it in his sticky seed. Theo came all over Warren’s face, while he slurped up every last drop.

The two got up, smelling of sweat, musk, and cum. The four bros high fived eachother, and sent the video to Headmasters Sebastian and Mitch. Surely they’d be pleased. Warren slipped on the musky sneakers and headed out to go to “classes.” Really, he was heading to the weight room. It’s a better use of his time as runningback of the Football Team!