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Football Hero
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

The third-string quarterback wins juicy rewards for 
his scores. (mf-teens, youths, 1st)

***

A lot of people were surprised that I made the team 
since I was young, fourteen, and kind of scrawny, 5-
10, 145 pounds, but I was quick and had a good arm, 
and I was smart. I have to admit that. I'm carrying a 
4.0 GPA and I'm in three advanced courses as a 
freshman. Anyhow, I made the team, got a uniform with 
number 12 on it, Brady's number, and got ready to do a 
lot of bench sitting. 

In our first regular season game after three 
scrimmages in which I guess I was in for maybe ten 
plays, all simple hand-offs, our senior QB, last-
year's All-Met star, got knocked silly on the first 
series and was toted off to the hospital, more or less 
unconscious, babbling they told me later. 

Bobby Harrison, the tall junior, was doing a good job 
as his sub until he ran that sweep and got sandwiched. 
I actually heard his leg snap, and they hauled him off 
whimpering and crying. That left me. I don't remember 
much of the game, but I got lucky, passed for two TDs 
and ran a keeper for another, and we won with seconds 
to play.

When I came outside after showering there was Melissa 
Johnson, captain of the cheerleaders, and the hottest 
blonde anybody knew. She was, she said as she took my 
arm and held it firmly against her jutting breast, 
waiting for me. Her smile would melt steel and her 
body was enough to give a palm tree an erection.

She kind of dragged me off behind the gym where there 
was an alcove and some scrubby trees, hugged me and 
rubbed her luscious body on me as she worked on my 
belt and said, "I'm your reward. Three scores gets you 
three girls, understand. Juney tomorrow and little 
Julia on Sunday." By then she had my pants open and 
falling to my ankles and her hand on my swelling cock, 
the first person other than me to touch the big thing.

She backed off a bit, blinked and looked at me and 
shook her head. "Isn't possible," she gasped as my 
pole filled and rose like a derrick or something. I 
still had my boxers on, but there it was, pointing at 
the sky and dripping, thick as a beer can, the head 
turning purple and helmet-shaped, glistening.

My erections, I guess I should explain, are kind of 
peculiar, I mean not fully unusual but a bit strange 
in that they don't just stick out or curve like a 
banana. My cock, which is now about eight-plus inches 
long but hard to measure except on the underside, when 
it is ready for action, the thing stands upright, 
straight up, pointed at the roof, and it's thick, a 
real handful, and incredibly hard, like wood, honest 
it is. When I push it down, it jumps back up like it 
has a spring inside.

"Don't hurt me," she begged as she lifted one long leg 
up on my hipbone, pressed my ram downward with both 
hands, tilted up her belly and impaled herself on it, 
closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as I grasped 
her buttocks and sank six inches or so of thick meat 
into her. She whimpered as her other leg came up and 
she crossed her ankles behind me and mashed her 
breasts to my chest, her arms around my neck. I leaned 
back to the wall, locked my hands behind her, and she 
started bouncing, gasping as she did, and on the third 
or fourth up and down or in and out, the rest of my 
ram seated itself in her, and she had nearly nine 
inches of rigid prick tearing her open and throbbing 
like crazy, right to the balls she was, fully sundered 
and well mounted. I've never really measured the thing 
when it's ready to ejaculate, but I know it's big, 
bigger than when it is just hard.

She moaned and climaxed almost at once, gasping and 
shuddering as her vagina spasmed on my pulsing ram and 
became hotter and slicker, actually rippling and 
vibrating. I think my brain kind of shut down, and I 
really don't remember much. I was awfully glad she was 
not a big girl, just about my size I'd guess, and 
wonderfully warm and wet.

I turned us around, pushed her up against the brick 
wall and enjoyed myself with both hands kneading her 
butt and most of her weight on the wall. That's how I 
lost my cherry, balls deep in a beautiful blonde who 
was almost four years older than I was. I pummeled and 
pronged and mauled her until my thighs were cramping 
and my back was sore, and she was begging and mewling 
, and then I thrust really deep, held it there with 
the girl arched back on it squealing like crazy. And I 
pumped out my semen, five or six ejaculations as she 
sobbed, "No, no, don't, don't." I think I whimpered; I 
usually do when I come; a combination of pleasure and 
relief.

I eased her down to get her feet on the ground and 
then extracted my huge shaft very slowly. When it 
emerged, popped out really, dripping, it jumped right 
back up, bouncing off my belly, ready for action.

Gasping for breath, her hands on my chest, she stared 
at it and shook her head, 'No, no more, I can't."

I smiled and turned her around so she faced the wall, 
kicked her feet apart and screwed the big, sloping 
head of my slimy prick into her slot which was, by 
then, bubbling out various fluids. It slicked in 
easily and filled her completely, lifting her right 
off her boots. I pistoned out what I had put in her, 
got my paws up on her jutting boobs and humped her 
until she crumpled down on her knees in the grass, 
hands still on the wall, but head down in the dirt. I 
gave it to her, hard and fast, knees bent, on my toes, 
until I came again, gritting my teeth and pumping out 
my thick jism while I stretched out her tits and 
ignored her sobs. I had never felt so good.

A few more thrusts and I started to relax and eased it 
out, pulled up my pants and helped the luscious girl 
to her feet. She collapsed in my arms, sobbing and 
kissing my mouth, her tongue busy lapping. 
"Wonderful," she sobbed. "Juney will come pick you up 
about two, OK? Tomorrow." She stumbled away, kind of 
weak in the knees, semen oozing down her legs.

I just stood there, getting my breath and trying to 
make sense of it, feeling my big cock pulsing, wanting 
more. I wasn't a virgin anymore, and I was going to 
get another piece of prime pussy Saturday and the next 
day too. I headed home. I wouldn't have to jerk off 
this night.

I slept well, did my chores, got most of my homework 
out of the way and about two that afternoon a dark 
blue Jaguar roadster pulled into our driveway and a 
long-legged beauty in skintight jeans hopped out and 
came to the front door. I hurried down to meet her, 
and she led me to her car, babbling about something. 
Juney Miller was generally called the "Assey" by most 
guys because it was so big and round and mobile. When 
she walked, her buttocks were in rolling motion in 
several directions at once, and she had the reputation 
of being insatiable. No guy ever claimed he brought 
her off or really satisfied her.

I buckled myself in and she smiled and said, 'I'm 
looking forward to this. Melissa said you're really 
something special."

I laughed kind of weakly and felt my member tense.

She drove to the park, took a blanket out of the boot 
and grasped my hand and led me down to the creek, 
spread out her blanket and wiggled out of her jeans 
and minuscule thong. Her pussy was bare, smooth and 
hairless, like a pair of pursed lips.

"Come on, get ready," she said with a laugh, "I've 
been here a lot. It's safe."

So I quickly stripped as she knelt and pulled her 
sweater over her curly head. Then she looked at me and 
screeched, pointing at my swelling male member, which 
was filling and rising, still sore from Friday's work, 
right in her face, inches away.

"Oh no," she cried, quickly pulling her sweater back 
on, "Oh no, I couldn't. I thought she was kidding. I'm 
sorry, Bill, but, ohgawd, look at it. You'd kill me."

I knelt down facing her, pulled her to me and kissed 
her, pushing her down on her back. She begged and 
pleaded as I spread her legs and made her lift them up 
on my shoulders and even cried until I was buried in 
her and then she went wild, bucking and heaving, 
gasping, "More, more, more," as I hammered into her, 
full length thrusts that lifted her butt from the 
blanket. She snapped her head from side to side, 
biting on her lower lip, eyes wide open as I enjoyed 
myself, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

Eventually, I was on my back, still erect, and she was 
mounted atop me, smiling down at me and gasping for 
breath. She gave me a good ride before she collapsed 
on me, and I rolled her over and finished us off, 
bringing her to a third climax, and exhausting both of 
us. We stumbled back to the car and she drove me home, 
wordlessly.

Juney Miller called on Sunday afternoon, said she was 
grounded and asked me to come to her house. I told her 
about thirty minutes after she said where she lived.

She was waiting for me by the big garage wearing baggy 
sweatpants and a Stanford hoodie. She led me inside 
where there were three gleaming cars, pushed me to the 
wall and said, "Sorry, Daddy's got the whole house 
wired, cameras and everything." She kissed me and 
mashed her luscious little body to mine. I pulled her 
hoodie over her head, and she wiggled out of her gray 
pants and stood there naked, perfect. My cock filled 
and jumped as I dragged off my clothes and then she 
screamed and gasped.

I turned her about, got her feet spread and her hands 
on the deck of the nearest car and stroked her slot 
with my immense girl-pleaser and then, while she 
begged and shivered, eased it into her, sll the way up 
into her, captured her soft breasts with my big paws, 
lifted her feet from the floor and got to work, 
earning my reward and ignoring her gasps and cries. 
When I was done, pumped out, and she was begging for 
more, we crawled into the backseat of the big Caddy, 
and she introduced me to fellatio and cunnilingus. An 
hour later, leaving her sobbing on the leather seat, I 
peddled home, well satisfied and a lot more 
knowledgeable.

Monday the word spread through the school, I had 
satisfied three prime pieces of ass including one that 
had never cried uncle. I was very popular, but the 
coach begged me to stay away from girls until after 
the next game. I tried, I swear I tried, but I got 
laid three times after school that week and then, 
after Friday night's game in which I scored twice, I 
had two more cheerleaders in some girl's basement, 
both at once most of the time as I practiced what 
Juney had taught me and ate out one who was sitting on 
my chest while the other fucked me reverse cowboy she 
said it was called.

The fifth cheerleader I boned, the one I had licked 
until she creamed, was by far the best of the bunch. 
We fit together like puzzle pieces, and she was as 
eager to give pleasure as I was. They eventually had 
to pry us apart and lead her off to the bathroom while 
I sat there trying to remember how to breathe. Her 
name was Sandy Fox, and on Monday I cornered her in 
the hall and begged her to hook up with me sometime. 
She laughed, tossed her curls and stalked away. 

I sure don't understand girls. But I'm learning.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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