Jeff drops you into the front of his briefs. You land in front of his crotch with his massive member right in your face. "Don't worry little guy. It's just for a little while." Jeff snaps his waistband shut trapping you in a dark, musty prison. You are jiggled around Jeff's crotch as he jogs up and down the field. His cock is about the size of your body.
At one point in time he falls down, and you are sent under his balls. His warm sac rests on you for the rest of the practice.
When Jeff finally walks off the pitch, you are drenched in sweat. He climbs into his car, then reaches inside his pants to pull you out. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" you just pant. "Sorry little guy. It was for your own good. How about we go get something to eat."
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