I became a better football player when I started visualizing raping the guy across the line of scrimmage. You see, football is all about aggression, and I'm definitely at my most aggressive when I'm fucking.
There was this sexy, lean blond running back on my team named Peanut. Odd for a white guy to play running back, but he was, indeed, fast and agile. They way he could twist and turn, I knew he'd be a good fuck. On the rare occasion that I tackled him, I gave him a crotch pump, a head butt and called him bitch. He probably thought I hated him, but that wasn't the case.
Underneath that blue jersey was a lean, mean, football machine. He had such focus, as if he had no point in life other than to play football. And he was hot. I've seen him in the showers. Washboard abs and the most perfect nipples that I could lick forever and drive him crazy, if only he would learn that's what he wanted. Tightest body imaginable.
After one practice, the team was drinking at a bar and I noticed Peanut was looking a little out of sorts, He had a head cold and quite a bit of liquor and was standing by himself.
"Are you OK?", I asked.
"Yeah," he said.
"I don't hate you, you know? I think you're pretty kick ass on the field for a white guy."
Peanut smiled.
"Can I buy you another drink?"
"Sure", he said.
We chatted about nothing. Man is that guy dumb. Pretty, but dumb. When he went off to the bathroom, I replaced his drink with a fresh one. He didn't seem to notice. I did it a second time, too. Got him fucked up for sure.
"How are you getting home?", I asked. He just looked at me blankly and shrugged.
"OK, let's go," I said, turned him towards the door and gave him a little shove.
We went out to my car and I put him in the passenger seat, pushing his head down like you see on cop shows so that he wouldn't bang his head.
"Where do you live?", I asked. He hesitated. I just smiled. Dumb but so sexy. We finally figured it out and I got him home. I got him to his door and he was having trouble with the keys.
"Give me the damn keys!", I said. I took the keys from him and opened the door. The stairs were in front of us, so I pushed him up the stairs with my hand firmly on his ass. That made me hard right then and there.
He went right to his bedroom. I followed behind him, picked him up and hurled him onto his bed. He laughed.
"Time to get the shirt off," I said, as I pulled his shirt off. He willingly complied. "Time to get the pants off," I said. He lay there like a rag doll. Seeing him lie there, I had a raging hard-on.
I went to his bathroom and found a jar of Vaseline. Peanut had already fallen asleep, so I came back to the bed and took my clothes off and lubed up my dick.
I pulled his underwear off him. He barely stirred. But then I mounted him--pushed his legs up and slid my dick in his ass. It was amazing to see Peanut impaled on my cock. Pushing the head of my cock through his tight hole just flipped some switch in me and I went off like a jackhammer, just drilling his ass.
Now THAT woke him up. "Dude, what are you doing?", he whimpered helplessly and tried to squirm away. I pinned him to the bed with my right forearm and got right in his face. "I just thought you might want to know what my dick felt like, Peanut! So tell me! How does my dick feel Peanut? How does that feel?"
He looked terrified and didn't say anything, but he grabbed onto my ass and kept pulling me into him. I now knew they boy liked dick.
"That's right bitch! Don't say anything." His warm, wet ass felt so good. "I'm going to dominate your ass whenever I want. Just this time it's not in pads."
I wanted this for a long while and now I was just crazy. For no reason I just slapped him across the face. Seeing this tough football jock accepting my cock just drove me on. It wasn't long before I shuddered and jizzed in his ass. I waited about a minute, just enjoying my dick parked in his ass.
Then I got up, flipped him over and slapped his ass. "Your ass in mine, now, Peanut. I marked my territory and I'm coming back for it. Have a good night."
And with that I left.