Jason nearly fell over as hands hit him again and again. Even with the padding the force of their hits hurt. He didn't care. His Adrenaline had pumped through him since it all began.
He wasn't even supposed to be on the field, he rarely was. And when he was, it wasn't critical.
For some reason the coach yelled his name with only ten minutes left to play.
The score was tied and Jason was the last person anyone expected to be put out there. Strady was injured, Collins was so tired the Coach had to pull him out.
And so Jason was there, the last huddle was so quiet it was like church on Easter Sunday. Even the remaining crowd was quiet.
Then all hell broke loose as shoulders hit gut, arms grappled, the ball was snapped, then thrown and tossed again. Blue helmets and White helmets were everywhere. Jason didn't know where to go or what to do. He stared hoping he didn't look like a dork on the field. His parents were there so was his older brother a former player on the same team.
Then something happened Jason didn't expect. The brown spiraling pointed sphere was coming at him and before he knew it, his arms pulled it into his belly now bared by his flying jersey. And he ran, gratefully the correct direction until the horn sounded and the crowd roared.
Nobody waited for the obligatory field goal. They rushed the field and Jason was suddenly a star player.
Screaming teammates rushed from the field, continuing their yelling in the odorous locker room. Jason loved the locker room. It was the only safe place to see other guys in school naked; parading about showing off their dangling god's gifts and not caring if each other saw them hard or soft.
His jersey was stripped off as hands patted his bare back continuing congratulations.
The Coach appeared smiling and throwing around a foaming bottle of beer. The players all underage opened their mouths to catch whatever fluids the bottle threw their way. He said good job and left saying he knew they had a ceremony to do.
Jason laughed, smiled, and looked forward to seeing his parents and brother outside.
He had always been in Sammy's shadow...Grateful he had graduated two years before leaving him behind. But his memory at school kept haunting him.
"Come on Jason it's time" one of the guys yelled pulling him from the bench where he sat wearing only his jockstrap.
"What?"
"First touchdown ceremony" Collins yelled pulling Jason by his jockstrap now.
They stumbled into the shower room followed by team members who rushed around turning on nozzles letting the steam begin to fill the room.
Next to the locker room itself, Jason loved the shower room. The bodies he coveted moved around, sometimes moving against each other, bumping, pushing, and horsing around.
Collins pushed him to the floor.
"You get to pick who does it" he said "Hell I had your brother for mine" he laughed.
"Who what?" Jason was still confused even though he saw his team mates surrounding him holding their cocks and stroking.
"They get to shoot on you and you pick any one of them to jack you, it's your first touchdown" Collins explained.
"Shelby" Jason stammered making everyone laugh. Shelby was one of the larger members, used to push through most any defensive line they encountered.
He sauntered through the crowd and knelt by Jason. "Me huh? Why me?"
"You got big hands, you'll need em" Jason said by that time displaying what he meant.
"Shit the way you've been looking at my cock I thought you'd want something else" Shelby said "maybe you do"
Shelby smiled as he surrounded the stalk of flesh now and began to stroke, adding a second hand as well.
Jason couldn't believe he was lying naked surrounded by his teammate's intent on showering him with their sperm, or that Shelby was kneeling there engrossed on giving him a homoerotic orgasm.
Thoughts of the first touchdown were furthest from his mind as he watched the ballsac rise and lower, the thighs tense and the hard cocks aimed at him being to spurt. Stream after stream shot at him like some 3D porn movie.
His own body was on fire and his back hurt as the muscles tensed, each release felt fantastic. At first Jason closed his eyes, then he opened them to see his teammates staring at his cock spitting out stream after
They applauded as the third stream arched into the air landing on Jason's cum splattered body.
And then their streams washed him off. Jason was shocked to see and feel the almost twenty team mates jostle for position to add their urine to his body.
The applause and laughter continued as someone helped Jason to his feet for the usual after game hot shower.
"So congratulations son" His Dad cheered as Jason left the building jogging to them. "Sorry it took so long, kind of a ceremony thing" he explained.
His mother kissed him. "How was it son making your first touchdown?"
"Yea" his brother had a grin that went year to ear. He pounded Jason's back. "Yea little brother how was the ceremony?"
Jason stared at his brother for an instant. He knew what went on. He had been there himself once. But did he know more?
Jason laughed. "Cool" was all he could say.
They were still laughing when Shelby walked up.
"Come on bro, we're all going to Ed's for pizza, Big Al, come along" he said to Jason's brother.
Jason was thrilled to hear "Naw you guys go on, it's Jason's celebration not mine" he watched Al and his parents head to the car. He was no longer Al's little brother. He was finally on his own.
"I'll get a ride home" he called after them.
"Don't count on it" Shelby surrounded Jason's shoulders with his big arms "We're going to my house afterwards. Parents are gone and tonight you get what you want." His big hand grabbed Jason's right buttock "So will I".
Jason wasn't a little brother anymore.