Marty Carlson couldn't believe his eyes.Marty Carlson couldn't believe his eyes. He had only been working as waterboy for The Longhorns, the football team of Leland College, for two daysnow, after Coach Keeley allowed him to work of his required physical education credit by working maintenance for the team. Two hours a day with all those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained uniforms for Marty to take to the laundry hamper as they snapped wet towels at each other's asses, asses hairy and smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held firm, full baskets of prime meat which Marty had to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing. |