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Originally published in PlayGuy magazine November, 1999

 

Usually, my Dad doesn't bug me because I'm 18, get straight A's, and mind my own business, but this one day, he interrupts my game-playing to say that he'd seen this thing on TV about college boards favoring students who're joiners. He wants me to get into some activity and I agree to try because he's an okay guy and I know it's too late to really get on a team.
 

The Assistant Coach seems real glad to see me and tells me that the only position available is towelboy.

 
 

Sounds good to me, I get the yearbook credit and avoid being clobbered on the field. Hanging around with the horny big-dicked jocks proves to be much more exciting than video games and pretty soon I'm sampling cock. My Father's advice to join a team was the best advice he ever gave me. I saw no reason to tell Dad that the real team I'd become a player for was "Cocksuckers International."

 
 

 

 

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