Femboy Sports: College Relay

Another Femboy story but I love writing these. I have come to love the idea of Femboy sports and hope to do more. Let me know what you think! If you like the idea of Femboy Sports, please read FemboyWorld: Olympics for more.

All characters 18+

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"Bro, are you coming? Come on, Cooper, let's go! This new sport is amazing!" My freshman roommate would egg me on to watch Femboy College Sports at the school arena.

And every time I refused. This carried on my entire freshman year. During the Fall semester, Femboy Wrestling took my school, Notre Prince U, by storm. Supposedly, we skyrocketed to the Top 25 rankings in D1 while most of our sports were in D3. In the Winter, Femboy Gymnastics had a higher average attendance than the bigger school down the road, Washington State. Finally, in Spring, Femboy Relay occupied the high status that the women's gymnastics team used to occupy. The players were on ads and billboards all around the city. You could not go through a commercial break without seeing the players in a local advertisement or commercial.

The bright side of the Femboy teams grabbing the school's attention was the near-empty school gym during their games. All the gym jocks would get an early pump to watch the spectacle at night. Which meant I had all the heavy equipment to myself. I let the girls have the cardio machines.

Tonight was one of those nights. The Femboy Relay team had a home game against Gonzaga University. Gonzaga's team was nothing special, but it was a hot ticket since this was the last game before the conference and NCAA championships.

The gym was just as I expected. All the TVs were playing our Femboy Relay match on ESPN+. The recent explosion of sexual sports was mindboggling, but the overt acceptance of it was more bewildering. As a man who has only dated women, I have to admit these femboys were attractive. Gonzaga played to its strengths as a Catholic school. Their clean-cut, catholic boi look had the crowd growling. But, Notre Prince had "milkers," as my roommate called them. Femboys who could make you bust by looking at them. A big draw of our team was that these were homegrown, in-state femboys.

I watched the first leg before starting my workout. Senior Cam Glazer was the first boi out for the team. Cam was from Aberdeen, Washington, and a three-year starter for Notre Prince. His cock was enormous, standing eight inches hard. But his key attributes were his round bottom and long frame. The way he gyrated his ass and had pre-cum leaking from his cock had my blood flowing better than any warm up. My roommate said he was one of the best first legs in the nation. And by the looks of it, the first stud busted without Cam using his hands or mouth on the stud's cock.

I clapped as the other people in the gym paused their workout to let out a little cheer for Cam and the team's first nut point. Cam tagged the next boi in as the next stud followed. Scores came up after the first leg, and we are winning 15 to 7. ESPN went to commercial, and I began my workout. I focused up. Today was leg day, filled with various lifts. Cam's performance gave me a little boost of energy. The warm-up reps were hitting easily. The following reps were smooth as butter while progressing in weight.

Late into my workout and I say fuck it and go for a personal best on squat. The game is playing in the background, and I faintly hear the excitement of the commentators and the crowd as the game goes into the last leg. I use that to help amp myself.

I take the position. My left eye catches a small boy looking at me from a short distance away, which rattles me for a second. That loss of concentration makes the weight feel slightly heavier, but I persist. I try to remember my form. I squat and let out a roar that echoes throughout the gym. I hold it at the bottom, but my legs wobble as I attempt to push up. Just as I was going to let the bar roll, I felt some of the weight come off my shoulders.

"Easy up, strong boy. Let me spot for you," the soft voice behind me said. He helped me rack the bar. I turned around, but no face met mine. I had to look down. Instantly, my mouth watered. It was the same boy who was eyeing me from my left side. But he was beautiful. I first saw his short, raven-like hair. Wearing a plain white Under Armor athletic crop top and black tight booty shorts. This boy, who just saved my squat, is my first femboy encounter. You would only see these femboy's walking to class, in class, or during the games. They invited some lucky guys to their parties, but that was like partying with a star football player at Alabama.

"Thanks, but I think I can hit this on my own," I reply as I set up again.

He scoffs. But that little noise escaping his mouth made the blood in my veins hit an unknown nitrous speed. My heart rate was up, and my eyes dilated towards his slim body and wide hips. He could not be more than 95 pounds, but his ass was carrying a majority of those pounds.

"Have at it, big boy," he says as he returns in front of me. He tilts to his right with his hands on his hips. His honey-soaked amber eyes are throwing darts at me as he watches me try to pull off something I have not done before.

My nerves get to me as he just watches me. I laugh it off and kink my neck before stepping forward. I squat, but the same result occurs. I need a bit more work before PRing.

He steps quickly to help me rack the bar. As the weight comes off my shoulders, his pale face comes inches from my chest. I smell a mix of his workout sweat and citrus shampoo. It is an intoxicating scent, unlike anything I have encountered.

"Let me help with this rep," he demands as he positions behind me.

"I don't think you can help me with this much weight. I will leave it for another day," I say as I come off the squat rack.

His hands grab my hips and pull me back in. "Nonsense," he whispers, "Be a stud for me and try one more time.

I shrug my shoulders and take a deep breath. My shoulders roll and step back onto the bar. I can feel his eyes glaring into every inch of me.

"Go with my cadence." His hands are still on my hips. When I grasp the bar, his hands sink inside my shirt, and he grabs hold of my bare skin. That little move makes my cock jump. His hands keep me stable as my breath quickens..

He uses the 2-1-2 cadence, which differs from mine, where I try not to pause after my descent. He talks me through it. After I descend, I can feel the weight of the bar. But his soft hands keep me composed. He presses his body against my back‌ as I pause.

Then I feel it. Something small and hard poking me from the back. This little femboy is hard while helping me squat. I feel him squeeze and pinch my right hip.

"Stud, I said up! Push up!" he screams as he brings me back.

That small distraction stirred me, but his words shocked my body to rise as hard as possible. It is a successful squat with unusual ease.

"Fuck yeah!" I scream and clap my hands as I rack the bar.

"Great job, stud!" he says as he high-fives me. My entire attention is on his bright smile. My mind rewinds to all the times my roommate talked about how sexy and attractive femboys are. Damn, maybe all these things I hear about femboys are true.

"Thank you. Thank you. Hey, I did not catch your name," I say, sipping water.

"I'm Aven. Freshman. And you?" he said as I watched his pink lips sip on his water bottle. The way he puckered his lips has my cock pulsing like a Carl's Jr. ad.

"Cooper, sophomore," I reply as I awkwardly stand in front of him. His eyes look over a year's worth of gym work. "Are you one of those femboys I hear so much about at this school?" I bluntly ask.

"Isn't it obvious?" He responds. His arm stretches up, and I see his clean armpits and soft shoulders.

If I stood here any longer, Aven would see my growing boner inside my knee-high shorts. "I guess it is obvious. I will see you around then. Thanks for the help," I say as I turn around.

"Are you done with your workout? If so, would you want to get a smoothie with me? My treat." I turn around. His hands clasp as he sways his body.

He seems cool enough. And it is college. No one will care if anyone sees me walking around with a femboy. Especially someone like me, who has no social standing at this relatively small school. "That sounds like a good idea," I turn and say with a smile.

He skips to me and hooks my arm as we walk to the smoothie bar at the gym. We order and have some small talk as the girl makes our drinks. Aven is from Seattle. Majoring in psychology but takes naps during all his classes. He learned early on that he was different. He leaned into the femboy lifestyle after being inspired by the USA Femboy team during the 2028 LA Olympics.

The lady calls out our order. I grab it and head back to the table.

But Aven has other ideas. "Nuh uh, where are you going? Show me your dorm." His sly smile stunts me.

I shrug my shoulders and follow him out of the gym. It was my turn to talk about myself. I revealed I attended high school an hour away from him. His eyebrows rose as he said, "Did you go to the state football playoffs against our two schools?"

"Did I attend? I played in it." My shoulders dip as I vividly remember the last minutes of the game.

"Geez, I'm sorry. Our wide receiver had that awesome touchdown with three seconds left to win the game," he replied, patting my back.

"I know. The linebacker who missed the deflection was me." I say clutching my bag in disappointment.

"But you guys were pretty good. I played the flute in the team band. It was a good game, though."

"It's all in the past. What happens in high school stays in high school."

"So you aren't on the football team here?" He says. I interpret it as a personal attack. Almost as if he is implying my football career has ended because I'm not playing on this school's D3 football team.

I let out a light scoff and in a commanding voice reply, "I hurt my knee during a summer recruitment camp. Had offers from schools in the Northwest, but the injury derailed my chances."

Aven grabs my arms and stops me in my tracks. He comes close and hugs me as he lays his small head on my chest. "I'm sorry."

I hug him back with one hand as other students pass by, looking at us awkwardly as we share this emotional moment. Then one guy whispered to his friend, "Is that Aven? He is going to be huge for us next year."

He snuggles his head into my chest as I say to him, "It's okay. Physical therapy healed my knee. Hitting that squat was a big moment for me. I have all of my strength back."

He lets go after a longer hug than my mom gives me. "Well, let's get back and finish these smoothies."

I dragged my head, thinking about my football career, for the rest of the walk. One of those big "what-ifs" in my life.

We reach my dorm. I know we are alone because my roommate usually goes to a post game wanking party where everyone in the crowd gets drunk and jacks off to videos and pictures of the game.

I walk in first. My back is towards Aven. I place my smoothie on the end table. "You can use my roommate's bed to sit. He will be ecstatic when I tell him a femboy sat on his bed."

Then I hear a plop. A sound of a smoothie spilling on the ground. I turn around. However, I see Aven standing naked with his little cock pointing straight at me.

"I have no intention of spending time on your roommate's bed." His sultry voice makes my body lock as he saunters towards me with a commanding, sexy walk.

My voice cracks as his smooth, pale body inches towards me. "What... are.. What..." I could not speak for the life of me. My throbbing cock consumes all my brainpower.

His finger trails down my sweaty shirt to my hard bulge. "Why don't you take some revenge for that game you lost two years ago? Huh? Unleash all that pent-up frustration on me."

I go dizzy. I have no control anymore. This sexy femboy has me transfixed. My mouth meets his, and I kiss his wet lips. His tongue is the first one to invade. I pucker my lips and suck the length of his tongue. Fuck this boi tastes good.

"Excited?" He smiles as I kiss him again. My hands violently take off my shorts as he takes my shirt off. He holds it towards his nose as he takes a big sniff. "Intoxicating stud musk," he groans to himself.

He turns around and grinds his ass on my hard cock. He shakes his plump booty on my cock, making it dribble from cheek to cheek. I didn't realize femboys could be this intoxicating. Especially short ones like Aven.

He presses hard into me. I unconsciously ground against him at the sight of his plump ass and toned back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I groan. I feel it. That intense pleasure. "Oh, uggg, fuuuuck." I grip the base of my cock, but I was too late to hold the first jet. He yelps as he feels my cock pre-jack on his ass cheeks.

"Oh my! You are excited!" Aven giggles. He turns back around and takes control of my cock as I feel his tongue in my mouth. "I'm honored you cannot hold it in for me."

I am so fucking close to fully exploding. I sit down and try to control my breath. But he chases me as I sit. He takes the right side of me and pumps my cock with precision.

"Let me clean up the mess you made." His tongue laps up the leftover cum on my cock. Then he engulfs the rest of me as I roar loud enough for the next eight rooms to hear. I'm expecting him to gag, but he just holds it. The head of my cock is pulsing against the entrance of his throat. Fuck, it's tight. Tighter than any pussy.

"Fuck, Aven. You're going to make me nut. Stop, stop, stoooo... fuck," I moan as he slurps the length of my cock and swirls his tongue on the head.

"No stopping. Fuck my mouth, stud," he goes down again. Tears flow from the pleasure. I instinctively hook my arms around his crotch. I'm usually met with a wet pussy but this time it is the small cock and balls of a femboy. Somehow, this feels much better. They feel fragile, yet pleasurable. The heat and pulse of his cock has me stroking his cock with my fingers. His moans vibrate through my cock, only enhancing the pleasure.

After some time, he begins to really suck. His lips pucker, and the pace of his lips sucking my length was like no other. I pound the bed with my left hand. My right hand is on his balls, and I grip it tight during his blowjob.

The little masochist moans with delight and sucks me harder. My left hand moves to the back of his head as I thrust up into his throat. "Fuck, me, fuuuuuck!" I roar as I fill up his mouth. Burst after burst fills his mouth as his blue eyes bulge from the suffocation of my cock. Yet, he keeps sucking.

"Aven, you can stop. I nutted, I nutted," I said out of breath.

But he only shakes his head. He bobs again. I yell as he sucks my sensitive cock. His mouth is trying to snatch my soul. He is very close. It only takes half a minute until my balls churn out a smaller load.

He gives my cock one last suck before sucking in air. "I don't stop until you're completely empty." His finger swipes the leftover cum on his cheek and sucks it seductively.

"Who the fuck are you?" I pant as I rest my biceps on my forehead.

"A femboy, dummy." Aven sarcastically states.

We lay on my bed for what feels like a while. The comfort of his dainty finger following my happy trail was comforting.

"How was your first femboy?" Aven breaks the silence.

"You could tell?"

"Your confused shyness made it obvious." He laughs. "Did not know tall guys can be so shy. I never met one. It's kind of cute." He leans over and pecks me on the lips.

He looks at the ground, and his face turns apologetic. "I will clean that smoothie up. Do you have any towels?"

I point over to my small closet. "There are a couple of shower towels in my closet."

He gets off and grabs the towels. He bends down, still naked, and picks up the smoothie. I watch him sway his beautiful ass at me as he picks up the mess. I bite my lip and stroke my spent cock at the sight. He spreads his legs and bends, revealing his tight, pale boyhole with his small pink balls dangling at me.

Fuck me, I am horny again. Not just horny, hungry. I fix my eyes on him like a jungle predator.

After throwing the towels into my hamper, he turns to me, strokes my cock, and shows surprise.

"I thought I drained you," he says as he bites his lip and strokes his cock back at me.

"Seems like you need to be more thorough."

Aven smiles. He picks up his shorts, grabs his wallet, and takes out a small package. He rips the top and squeezes the lube out of it. Then turns around and bends down. His small finger smears the lube on his hole. He even strokes two fingers inside, which ignites my imagination.

Aven walks back to bed with hunger in his eyes. "What a stud! Now I'm going to put you to sleep." He straddles my cock and in no time I am inside his warm hole. My chest heaves as his boyhole has my cock in a vice grip.

"Oh my God, Aven," I moan as my eyes roll.

"You are never going back to women after me." He rides me like a pro. I can see his plump ass twerking on my cock from the mirror behind him as my cock disappears inside him. I feel like the luckiest man alive with the way his ass shakes.

My eyes then see his small cock flopping around as he rides me. It was a sexy boy stick. A minuscule mushroom head, but a thick base that overshadows the head. Something inside me made me reach and grab his femboy cock. A low moan escapes him as he lies on me. I grab his perfect ass with my offhand. He's so tight to me, I can feel his heartbeat. My hand feels his cock throbbing. Aven is right there with me.

Now I take control. I hold his ass tight and fuck him with all my strength. The bed is creaking with how hard I'm fucking him. His mouth sucks on neck as he moans in my ear.

"You are milking me, Aven," I groan as I kiss him.

"Breed me, Daddy." He bites my lower lip, and it sends me to the moon. I thrust up with only my feet and neck on the bed and explode inside his warmth. "Your cum is so warm," Aven yelps as little cock spurts and coats my chest. We catch our breath as he lies on me. I can feel my cum leaking out of his hole, down to my balls, and onto the bed.

"Taste me," he says as he feeds me his finger coated in his cum. It's still warm and oddly sweet.

"Better than chocolate," I yawn as my eyelids flutter.

Aven snickers at my glowing review and sweetly says, "Sleep now, Cooper."

"You win..." I blacked out.

I instantly fell into a deep sleep. I just hope my snoring does not keep him up. His soft body is the best body pillow. The heat of his body relaxed me even further. I do not dream. I was out that much.

The next thing I see is the sun shining through the curtains. It must be morning. I smile as I squinch Aven's perfect ass. His little sexy breaths on my neck keep me from falling back to sleep.

Then the door opens. My roommate bursts in.

"Broo, you missed another great... What the fuck! Is that?" My roommate stands there with his eyes on Aven's ass and his hand still on the doorknob.

"Shhhhh. He's asle..." Nevermind. Aven stretches his arms as he comes awake. He leans up and kisses me softly. Turning over, his body jolts at the sight of my roommate.

"You... Copper fucked... Is that Aven?" My roommate stutters in disbelief.

"I'm Aven," Aven responds as he relaxes and gives him a sexy wave.

"I'm Zach," my roommate replies with an awkward wave. He turns his attention to me. "Dude, do you know who that is?"

"Ummm. His name is Aven and a femboy," I shrug.

"Not just any femboy. Aven is on the Femboy Relay team. And one of the top prospects in the nation."

"Hi," Aven smiles at me. He turns onto his stomach as his head uses my chest as his pillow.

"Dude, what does that even mean? And he's not on the team. He was with me at the gym while the game was on." I ask and say dismissively.

"Aven red-shirted because our team is stacked. Also, he wanted our two seniors to play as he keeps training." He answers me. "You are holding one of the most talented femboys in college sports, you lucky shit."

Aven turned back around with a smile on his face. He got up and walked his sexy ass towards Zach and pecked him on the lips. Zach's entire body shivered as his boner was fighting for its life. Then Aven went to Zach's bed and rolled around in it while rubbing his junk on his pillows. He threw that pillow to Zach and mouthed, "You're welcome," as he came back to my bed and assumed this former position. I doubt Zach will wash his sheets for the rest of the year.

"Did Aven accomplish the trifecta?" Zach asked with a sly smile.

"Tri... What?"

"I sure did," Aven said as he tugged my spent junk with one hand and gave Zacha a thumbs up with the other. "You seem to know a lot about femboy sports, Zach. Inform my new friend here."

"A trifecta is when a femboy scores points in the first three legs. Making a stud nut in the foreplay, blowjob, and fucking rounds." Zach said pointedly.

My head rattled. Aven laid there smiling at me, knowing what he did. He used me for practice. His perfect plump ass made me prejack, then his mouth sucked the soul out of me, and finally his boyhole put me to sleep. Fucking A, Aven is good.

The last two months of the school year flew by. I attended my first femboy game when our Femboy Relay team was playing a second-round conference tournament game. I can see why all these guys sit outside in the rain to watch this. I had some idea of what was going on, but not to this extent. These games are sheer-sexy debauchery. Men pulling their junk out and jacking-off, dudes yelling the raunchiest stuff, and even the sprinkles of women in the crowd doing only things you would see on the Hub. However, my eyes were on Aven cheering on his team from the sideline, looking good in his Notre Prince Athletic team gear.

Aven came by twice a week for one of our sessions while we hung out every day. His team commitments and school schedule took up most of his time. I was developing... feelings for this boi. He was fucking sexy, but even more, I felt comfortable with him. But the sexiness helped. He came by wearing a school crop top, and I proceeded to almost fuck him through the wall into the next dorm room. His little masochist self loved it when I pinned his head to the wall in doggy.

"Don't fall for it, dude. That is what femboys do. They make you fall in love and leave you wanting until you're six feet under." Zach told me when I confessed my feelings for Aven.

So I dismissed them. I did a little research myself. It did not look good. I settled for fucking Aven for the hundredth time before we parted ways at the end of the year.

Summer dragged on. It was miserable, sexually speaking. I hit up some old hooks up, but none of these girls were like Aven. Aven was correct; he ruined women for me.

In late summer, I was preparing for the school year. I got a job at the school working at the gym, which will help pay for a cheap off-campus apartment. It was nice knowing Zach could not sneak into the room and watch us fuck. Which he did several times.

I check my email to see if anything has changed with my school schedule and whatnot. Then I get an odd email from the athletic department.

Hello Cooper Gluckman,

We are writing to inquire about your availability and willingness to be a practice stud for the Notre Prince Femboy Relay team. A femboy athlete has recommended you as a practice stud. We believe that as a former athlete and accomplished student, you have the qualifications to be a valuable asset to our team and push our femboy athletes to greatness.

This will be a full-year commitment with plenty of benefits. Such as financial aid, priority class options, resume builder, traveling to away games, and experiencing the nation's elite Femboy Relay team. We must admit this is an enormous time commitment, but we firmly believe this is a dream experience for any male student. We only expect you to come to practice on time and push our femboys to their limit so they can succeed on the national stage.

Please reply by the end of the second week of school with your decision. Your spot on the stud practice team will remain open until then.

What the fuck? This must be a joke. Then Aven texted me.

Aven: Did you get the invitation? I hope you take it. I want you to be a stud for our team.

Me: I thought it was a joke. But, I don't know. I kinda like the idea of just being with you.

Aven: Trust me, we will have our alone time together. I cannot get enough of that cock.

Aven: And you will get to fuck the entire team. We need you. We need a stud with stamina and someone who recharges like you.

Aven: Pleeeeaaassseee.

I would do anything for him at this point. Fuck it. I mean, it's a job where all I have to do is fuck femboys? Much better than working at the gym.

Me: You won me over. I will take the spot.

Aven: Yay.

Before emailing a response, I get another email from the athletic department about papers I need to sign and the time of the first practice. My entire class schedule changed to accommodate practice times. That's when I knew Aven was with the coach when he was texting me. Almost like he was saying, "See, he agreed. Lock him in."

The day before school started, Zach texted me.

Zach: Dude! Dude! You are a stud for the Femboy team?? What the fuck, you lucky fuck!

Me: Umm, thanks. But how do you know?

Zach: It is on the team's Instagram account. You are like royalty now on campus. Every guy is going to worship you.

Zach: And some may hate you. The jealous guys will give you tons of crap.

Zach has drunk way too much Femboy or FBW Kool-Aid. That man is obsessed. He will end up buying a FemboyWorld season pass every year, and who knows what will happen to his bank account. So, I ended the conversation there.

I am back on campus the next day. Suddenly, every dude on campus is congratulating me. That fucker was right. The girls give me odd looks, and some other dudes brush past my shoulder as I walk past them.

"I did three rounds of try-outs to be a stud, and this asshole gets to just walk in," I hear one guy say to their friend.

My phone buzzes.

Aven: Meet me here.

He drops a pin at his location. I run. Missing his warm hole so much. Men try to high-five me as I run through traffic. They treat me as if I scored the game-winning touchdown during a rivalry game. It felt good again to be the big man on campus. But I push past them. I find the newly renovated Femboy Athletic building.

Shit, need a passcode. My phone buzzes, and Aven sends me the code before I ask. The little shit is watching me run for my life to him. I punch it in and rush in. The first room is the femboy gymnastics practice room. It is the biggest room in this building.

I ran past some gymnastics players. My head turns looking at how sexy they are. Then, it is the Femboy Wrestling room. I just have to sneak a peek. One boi had another flat on his back as he made him ooze cum all over his stomach. I heard that would be a TKO in that sport.

The location pin lands me in the Relay team practice room. I take a breath and open the door. My eyes see Aven stretching in downward dog, wearing a light blue team thong with his full cheeks showing for my pleasure. He sees me between his legs and pops up. His white crop top hoodie with the school name in lilac bounces as he gets up.

He fixes his hair and says, "Missed me?"

I pick him up. Our kiss is messy. Lips sucking and biting any flesh we can latch onto. I pull his g string to the side and pull my pants down far enough to free my cock. I line up perfectly and enter Aven's hole for the first time in months.

"I missed you," he moans. That only makes me fuck him harder. I hold his ass against the window and bring my hand to his neck. A bright smile comes onto his face as I fuck him hard.

He clenches as if to milk my cock in record time. But I have had enough of him to resist this charge. I pay him back by taking my right hand to his throat and clenching the sides to choke him, but not burst his windpipe. He smiles, and his left arm whips around and fondles my tight balls.

"Such a beautiful little shit," I moan.

"Give me that massive load. You missed me. No one fucks you like I do." I firmly plant him against the window, giving the male viewers a good look at his ass. Aven has me groaning like a hungry animal.

"Ummmmm, hello? Already Aven? Practice starts in ten minutes." An energetic high voice shocks me.

What the hell? My pre cum flings out of my cock slit as I turn around. Before my eyes are three equally sexy bois, all wearing the same uniform.

"You know it. I told you about this stud all last year. Fucking him every day will take us to the National Championship," Aven said. I scratch my head as my cock can't help but pulse at these sexy bois. I grip the base harder, hoping my first impression does not involve a hands-free nut.

"Aven, care to introduce us before your special stud?" The tallest boi asks, monotone. His skinny, lanky body looks ripe for fucking.

"Fine, fine. Cooper, the crazy one that made you stop fucking me, is the Senior Captain, Lexis Shaw. Don't mind him, he's crazy."

"How you do, stud-a-roo. Glad to have you on the team." Lexis did a twirl and a salute. He swung his long blonde hair before shaking my hand. Then he slut dropped right before me and sucked the tip into his mouth. "Yummy pre cum. Good choice, Aven," Lexis said before returning. Aven nodded enthusiastically as if to say, "I told you."

"The tall one is a junior like yourself, Cooper. Nova is so moody, but last year he was top ten in our conference for first leg foreplay nuts. Our graduate, Cam Glazer, was first on the list."

Nova only waved at me, and I waved back. Lexis smacked his tight chest and said, "Show him the goods, sissy." Nova frowned but obliged his captain. He turned to the side. This boi has the sexiest figure that women would die for. Nova could put runway models out of work. I could not help but unleash a spurt of cum looking at him. Aven was not happy as he furrowed his brows at me.

"Yup, yup, that is our first leg finisher, Nova Carr!" Lexis's sassy voice rang while watching me try to hold the rest of my load.

Aven continued, "Last is our doll-like, baby-faced reserve player, Paris Valentine. He moved here from France way back when. They call bois like him longbois. It is kind of crazy since he is only 5' 4"."

He waved and smiled at me. His face made me swoon. He is so damn precious with clear, smooth skin. He has to be less than 100 pounds.

Lexis then said, "Show him what a longboi is, Paris." Paris nodded. He moved his light blue thong to the side, spread his legs, and out launched a long monstrous cock. A cock you only see in porn.

"How?" I ask in the air.

Lexis said, pausing before every word, "We call that god given talent."

Before my drool could hit the floor and my eyes could go blind looking at Paris, five muscular, athletic men entered the room. All of them kissed each boi as a hello. My chest compressed as they kissed Aven. This territorial feeling is unfamiliar to me, even so, fuck. I did not get such an intimate greeting. Only a, "Hey, bro. Hey, bro. Hey, bro, Hey, bro, What's up, bro," as they stood next to me. Aven joined his team when two more people entered the room.

One is an older Asian femboy who was shorter than my mom, and a bulky guy with a baseball cap on.

"Oh, goodie," the femboy said, "Everyone is here. My name is Ren, you will call me Coach Ren. As you all know, I am the head coach for the Relay team."

"Coach, coach, coach!" Lexis chanted while pumping his fist. We all snickered as Nova shook his head back.

"Yeah..." Coach Ren rolled his eyes at Lexis. "And the stud next to me is Coach Fitts. He is my assistant coach."

"Hi, Uncle," Paris said shyly, then cupped his hands to his mouth.

"What the fuck did he just say?" One stud gasped.

Coach Fitts suddenly said, "Shh, they were not supposed to... God dammit." Coach Fitts threw his cap to the ground, and his face turned red.

"Weird," Nova dully exaggerated.

"Everyone was bound to find out," Aven shrugged.

"Excellent start to the year, everyone!" I can't tell if Lexis was sarcastic or cheery.

Coach Ren's eyes went sharp and asked, "Does anyone oppose‌ this arrangement?"

Everyone shook their heads no.

Ren continued, "Good. Now, as you can all see, we have a team that not only can make the NCAA tournament but also win the whole thing. It is now 10 am. Per NCAA rules, our year starts now. Let's begin practice."

Aven bit his finger at me and I painted the floor with my cum.

"Jesus Christ, are you serious? Paris, get this stud some Gatorade!" Ren yelled, looking right at me as he snapped his fingers to start practice.