No way, no how...

You push yourself away from Michel, saying, “a little horse play is just fine, but let’s keep it friendly, hmm?”

Michael looks disappointed, but let’s you run back up to where the others are standing around.

“I’ll tell you what boys, you ever play 500?” you ask, and receive assenting nods “why don’t you guys go a ways away, and I’ll throw to you?”

“That sounds like a good time, but what does the winner get?” Mitch asks.

“What, Mitch, you’ve never played this game? The winner gets to throw the ball for the next game, come on, everybody knows that!” You quickly respond, playing dumb.

The guys gave a sigh and started jogging off a ways. You throw a couple of balls in to the air, calling out small numbers so that no one gets a big lead. You’re amused to see the frat boys really competing, each obviously wanting to demonstrate their superior fitness.

On one ball Steve has a clear advantage on a ball thrown in his direction, and rather than fight him for it, Michael decides to pants him to try to get him to drop it. Steve doesn’t even flinch, and manages to catch the ball. This gives you a good look what he’s working with, which isn’t bad at all.

You throw a few more balls, and the boys keep competing hard. Eventually, you’re tired of throwing and decide to call a number high enough for whoever catches it to win. Steve catches it, and starts strutting towards you as you move to switch places. As you pass him, you give him a look, and then make sure he notices your eyes drifting to his junk.

You and the boys are closely bunched together, and you can see everyone’s eyes drifting to you. You crouch down in to ready position, waiting for a throw, and you’re totally aware of every touch, as the guys start jostling for position. Steve throws up a lob, and the guys all start fighting for it, and instead of fighting, you pants each of them in turn, so that when they go up for the ball, their waggling units are bouncing all over each other.

“Hahaha, oh guys, that’s precious, you guys are clearly good friends, but I had no idea…” you let the sentence trail off as you bend over in laughter.

Dan looks pissed off, and starts to make a move towards you, but before he gets far Mitch stops him, saying, “Hey Dan, fair is fair, you tackled her earlier, she’s allowed to have a little ****, right?”

“Yeah, and now we can just keep playing with our shorts off, and who know what could happen next?” Michael chimes in.

So Steve throws again, and this time, you all move to the ball at the same time, you can feel Dan behind you, pushing you forward with his hips, his crotch rubbing up against your outer lips. You tried rolling around him to try to get back to where the ball was going to fall, but Mitch was standing right there, and you ran full in to him, slamming your chest in to his. Michael, who wasn’t struggling with the three of you, managed to jump up and grab it.

You play for a while, and Steve hands the ball off to Michael, who eventually hands it off to Dan. After an hour, everybody is sweating, and you’re now horny as hell from all of the naked sweaty contact. You decide it’s time to reward the boys for being relatively civilized.