Big Fat Slime Ball

It was easy for him to pick on someone like Jared.

Years of sports and good genetics had provided him with a sculpted body.

Over 6 feet tall, carved and muscular, the boyishly handsome face and cruel smile.

He'd taken extra time today making Jared miserable.

So as the rest of the guys finished dressing and shuffled out of the locker room, Bryce

remained to finish up alone.

He was still wet from the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, a cup, two round globes

and a meaty cock.

Bryce turned to fiddle with the bag in his locker, searching for a comb when a slippery

wet noise echoed faintly from behind him.

He turned, startled, and saw nothing before returning his focus to the locker.

Beyond his vision, a thin ******** of green slime was slithering its way up past a drain

on the floor.

It ventured across the tile floor and turned up beneath Bryce's towel.

Stared up, writhed slowly at the sight of Bryce's warm and wet, half-a-wet cock hanging

heavily between his thighs, resting gently atop a fat ball sack full of fertile seed.

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