Posted Tue Aug 22, 2017 | 343 Words | Tagged story jock

The nerd had wondered into the locker room not long before and saw the sweaty musky football pads on the bench. He thought about fulfilling one of his deepest fantasies of wearing the football gear.

There was clearly nobody around, so he carefully picked them up, trying not to make much noise and took them to a cubicle. He was too shy to let anyone, if they walked in on him, see him getting changed.

Stripping off the long sleeved shirt, he frowned. Maybe they wouldn’t look great after all. Either way, he couldn’t really stop now so he carefully placed them on his shoulders and got them comfortable.

The musk and sweat was still fresh and strong, the nerd could smell it and it was starting to turn him on. He pulled down his nerdy jeans and briefs and started tugging at his penis. He was feeling hazy, almost drunk off the sweat.

The nerd thought he smelt like a jock, wanking like a jock, he may as well try and act like one. Kicking off the rest of his clothes, he opened the stall door and pranced around. Right into the jock, who was stood waiting for him.

He didn’t say anything, but smile, this was all part of the plan. The team was a jock down and they needed a new one. He pulled out his cup from his jockstrap and pushed it into the nerds face.

Immediately the nerd could smell the sweat and musk fresh from the cup. He felt even more hazy and high on musk, he didn’t notice his muscles growing in, his smarts turning into cum.

He started licking, wanting the taste. His hair shortening from the almost pony-tail length typical of a nerd to short. Perfect for a jock.

The jock was wanking the nerd, waiting until he was big enough to let him cum and make the new team member. Soon the nerd was gone, forever, in a mess on the floor, and the two jocks leave the locker room ready for training.