A minute went past, and a desperate hope had just risen in my chest that I would get out of this when the door opened and a senior named Joseph stepped out, completely naked, dripping from the shower, and sporting a soft dick that hung six inches down his thigh. My brain exploded in my head. Nothing is that big! I wanted to cry.

Joe laughed at the dumbfounded expressions on most of our faces and leaned casually against the door, holding it open against the wall with his ass, his abs flexing as he crossed his arms and the hallway ringing with the soft but audible slap of his cock hitting his thigh as he shifted. His body was cut like mine, and he was one of the few players on the team who was definitively better than I was. All things considered, I felt somewhat outclassed.

“So, you all by now are familiar with what will take place next week during team-building, right?” He took our frozen silence for a yes. “Well, today is not team-building. In fact, none of you will remove your clothes. This event is the only occasion when anyone is allowed in our lockerroom without being naked, so remember that. Today isn’t about you, it’s about us. It’s a sort of demonstration of what you’re working for. You all know about the tradition of excellence in Raider basketball, and you’ve seen the trophies. Those are the rewards you’re working for on the court next week. But you’ll be working pretty hard off the court next week, too, and it’s an old tradition that we show you what the rewards waiting for you in that category are like, too.”

During this speech Joe’s dick had been visibly swelling, stretching longer and thickening. He had seen that we are all staring or trying not to stare at this sight and, with a laugh, reached down and started kneading the length of his dick.

“The Varsity team ranks itself based on cock size and then splits ties based on seniority. By that measure, I am the Fifth of the team. The job of the Fifth is to guard the lockerroom, so if any of you fuck up in here tonight – which includes speaking, touching anything, trying to jerk off, or doing anything else I dislike – I will personally kick your ass and then tell coach to cut you right now. You’ll have plenty of fun in here next week, even those of you who don’t make it through, so keep things kosher and we’ll all do good.”

We were having a little trouble focusing on this well-intentioned speech because his dick was getting bigger and we were most of us boggled by the sight. He realized this and laughed again, even as he switched his grip and started stroking in earnest, his breath coming faster.

“All right, boys, get in there and sit in the chairs waiting for you.”

We awkwardly filed past him as he closed his eyes, squeezed his left nut in his fingers, and started pounding his meat hard, moaning softly. I thought, as I twisted to avoid walking into his still-growing dick, that this was the perfect image of the freedom given to the boys on the team: Joe evidently saw nothing wrong with standing naked in a public hallway jerking off as a group of guys walked past.

We turned the corner and saw the locker room for the first time. There was a big open space at the front with two blackboards, where the team gathered before games and during halftimes for instructions. The rows of large, deep lockers started behind this space. In the back I could see an opening that led to the legendary communal showers, and the coach’s office was to the left of the lockers, with windows looking out on the whole locker room. The open space at the front was filled with thirty-five chairs, which we filled as ordered, hearing the door slam shut behind us. The silence was only broken by Joe’s noises from behind the barrier which concealed the room from prying eyes looking through the door: we could hear his balls slapping and his hand thrusting and his quiet moaning. Suddenly that cut off and Joe stepped around the barrier, fully erect.

“Just so you know, boys, I’m exactly eight inches long and five around,” Joe said smugly as he stepped in front of us and put his hands on his hips. His giant dick was so heavy with its own blood it hung down thirty degrees and visibly throbbed with his heart beat, the massive head glistening already.

“So why am I standing in front of you with a boner? For one thing, to get you used to this. We’re always naked in here and our lives are mostly devoted to sex, so you’re going to see your teammates with boners a lot. And from time to time you might even lend a buddy a hand as the spirit strikes you. You figure that out for yourself. The point is this: if you’re uncomfortable, get the fuck out because you’re not made for this team. For another, though, I’m here to perform one of the best jobs the Fifth gets to do: the demonstration.”

My tiny little dick was throbbingly hard, and I was dizzy with fear, so it was a nasty shock when Denise Lorette, the captain of the cheerleading squad who had tried to rape me in the bathroom three weeks earlier, walked from where she had been hiding in the first row of lockers to join Joe at the front of the room. She was completely naked and a vision of sex. The nipples on her huge creamy tits were already incredibly hard and her thighs were glistening with the juice from her shaved cunt, which accentuated the swell of her killing ass and the length of her legs. She was perfect, and without saying anything she sank to her knees and started blowing him. He casually took her head in his hand and kept talking, though he was blinking a lot.