TASTES LIKE TEAM SPIRIT
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Gordon sat on the bench while his teammates showered, changed and started leaving. That was the hardest part, them saying good-bye. Several of them came over and patted his back, saying, "Good game, man!" That one really hurt, on account of he had totally sucked out there!
"Tough luck, dude!" That one fit better, if still stinging.
"Hey, Gordo, what happened out there?"
That gave him the opportunity to lash out. "What happened?" he assaulted Eric, the hapless victim of his pent-up rage. "I got blitzed, is what happened! That halfback from Benton had me covered worse than a bad hairdo! Where the hell was my defense out there tonight?"
"We tried!" Eric was a defense lineman, he ought to know. "That new guy is one tough sonofabitch! He had his own linemen blocking us and he could squeeze through a hole in the line a flea couldn't have gotten through!"
"I can't throw a pass if I'm too busy dodging the bastard!" Gordon groaned. "We didn't just lose out there. We got trashed!" And he was the quarterback and bore the brunt of the defeat! He should have adapted his tactics to this halfback, concentrated on running the ball himself or making hand-offs instead of passes. But damn it, his pass was his strongest feature, he could land a football in the arms of a man from fifty yards away and get within a few feet of a man from even further.
So they'd lost this game, and lost it big-time. 37-7! A thirty-point spread! And he was the quarterback of the team on the losing end of that number! God! How was he going to get any kind of college scholarship with that sitting on his record in his senior year? How was he going to even face people in his classes in the morning? Face the coach tomorrow afternoon? God, he'd figured Coach would have been waiting for him to get in the lockerroom! Where the fuck was Coach? He'd been waiting for Coach to come ream him out but good about the loss. Instead, the man had been conspicuously absent.
So he sat on the bench until Coach could come get him. Facing him was a mirror, he looked up into the grimy figure that he was, slumped on the bench in defeat. A large youth on the cusp of true manhood, the sheath of dark brown hair, with his powerful arms, broad chest, muscled legs...none of which had done him a lick of good in the game today.
"I should have plowed through that asshole, knocked him on his ass!" he growled to himself, flexing his arms. "I could have done that, maybe a penalty, but taken his ass out of there!" Would'a, Could'a, Should'a, his grandma had always said, put them all together and they're not worth a hill of beans! You got to work with Will, Can and Do!"
"God, what a lot of tripe!" Gordon said to himself when he thought that. "I stunk out there today and that's all there is to say." He dropped his face into his hands again, God, when was Coach going to get here and chew him out like he was supposed to....
"Hey, Gordon!" came the cheery voice.
Oh, Jesus! "Hey, Bradley." Gordon said. He didn't have to look up to identify that voice, it had reverberated through a megaphone at football games for the last two years or more. Bradley Iverson, head of the cheerleading squad. Cheerleaders were supposed to be girls, but Bradley had worked his way onto the squad somehow. True, he could outcheer any of them, and was strong enough to let them work some pretty strenuous routines. Like a diamond, one girl's foot on each of his shoulders, and a fourth atop those two. But...wasn't a guy who wanted to be a cheerleader usually a sissy?
"Come on, man, turn that frown upside down!" Bradley urged him. The problem was, Gordon though ruefully, that wasn't fake enthusiasm Bradley was giving him, the guy was just that unreservedly cheerful. Did the guy ever have a bad day? Ever?
"Why the fuck should I?" Gordon answered.
"So you had a rough time out there today." Bradley said. "We all end up on the down side of things sometimes."
"I should have concentrated on hand-offs and plowing the line myself." Gordon said. "I just kept trying to dodge him and throw passes, and he kept right on sacking me."
"So you'll know how to win the game next time." Bradley said. "Come on, that's the ticket to being a winner!"
"I'm not a winner, I'm a loser!" Gordon snarled at him. "And because I'm a loser, the whole team's a loser! Which means you're a cheerleader for a losing team!" He was looking up, now, seeing Bradley, the dark black hair, the too-handsome face which bordered ever so slightly on the feminine somehow, though no one feature was there he could point at and declare it female. Just the overall pattern...or maybe it was because Bradley was the sole male student on the cheerleading squad.
"Hey, come on, where's your team spirit?" Bradley said. "You got to shuffle this off and stand up and show your pride!"
God, this guy was really getting on Gordon's nerves! He liked feeling angry about it, that was better than the self-loathing he'd been wallowing in. "You want me to show my pride! I'll show you my pride!" It's no fun getting your pants down with that stupid girdle of pads that cover your hip bones and buttcrack, not to mention the pads at the knees further balking him, but in his anger, he managed it, and he waggled his cock at the too-cheerful team-booster. "Here's my pride! Let's see you cheer that!"
Bradley looked down at Gordon's dong, and up at Gordon's face. Then he took a step foward and Gordon gasped. Bradley had just grabbed hold of his pud! His dick was being held, and now it was being pumped while that too-cheerful face was grinning into his!
"Is this cheering you up?" Bradley asked him.
"Guh!" was all Gordon got out.
"You're the team's quarterback." Bradley went on as he pounded Gordon's prick. "Everyone depends on you. If you're down, the team's down. We have to get a grin back on your face. Come on, buck up!"
"Uh, uh, guh!" was all Gordon managed. Shit, this was so fucking hot! He put on the football gear, he always felt like some sort of fucking Norse god, and all he needed to complete that was a worshiper! And he had one now.
"How about letting one of your biggest boosters help himself to some of that pride of yours?" offered Bradley.
"Guh, uh, aw, yeah, fuck, yeah!" groaned Gordon. His hand came up, a slab of beefy paw he slapped onto Bradley's shoulder and shoved him downwards. Bradley obediently buckled to his knees. His hand had never left Gordon's pud and Bradley leaned in and lifted the schlong up to his lips and scarfed it down.
Oh, Jeez, but that felt so fucking good! Better than the blowjobs he'd gotten from the silly girls that giggled at him in the halls when he'd take them out on the town, eat a burger and fries, then to a movie, and afterwards, into the park on the hill overlooking town, and the girl would be more than glad to lean over and ply her lips on his love-pole. But God, Bradley had them beat from the very first, that male mouth was shoving his prod down the deep, dark, warm, moist throat, and he didn't stop until the entire length was inside, and greased with hot saliva, and then, only then, did he release the now-slimy prick as he slid back up again. Fuck, yeah, better than any girl he'd ever had! With his pud all slicked up, now Bradley could, and did, send that dong all the way down and all the way up with each athletic stroke of that cheer-laden face.
"Aw, fuck, yeah, God, yeah!" Gordon grunted as those lips stroked him into that warm delight of increasing passion. "Come on, you little pom-pom shaker, suck that quarterback cock, love my football muscle, fuck, yeah!"
That spurred Bradley to move faster, now he was steaming up and down Gordon's shaft, he was milking that joy right out of Gordon, the passion was now a palpable presence in his pud, he wanted to cream, shoot right into that hot little happy-happy, joy-joy mouth, really choke that voice once and for all. It had grated on him so much in the game tonight, urging him to fight, fight, fight, and him weary and trying to figure out some way to avoid that halfback steamroller that seemed to unerringly zero in on him no matter how he bobbed and weaved. Falling yet again, hearing that voice, it had combined into the self-hatred that had consumed him, well, now he had that voice stifled, it was stuffed shut with his cock, he could drench it with his come and shut it up forever!
His balls were boiling now, he could feel the spunk churning in there, he was going to shoot a thick, hot, large load for sure! "Here it comes, you fucking cocksucker, here it comes!" he grunted as his climax built up from within. "Take it, take it all, take it, uh, uh, FUHH--FUHH-FUUU-FUCKKKKKHHHHH!"
His load was as hard as he had expected it to be, he never whacked off the day before a game, over forty-eight hours worth of teenaged jism was built up in his testicles, and he unloaded the whole fucking lot into Bradley's mouth. As he'd expected, courtesy of his carseat experience with the girls, Bradley wasn't able to handle it all, he caught the first couple of squirts, then he had to let go of it, and like those dumb bimbos in his car, he spurted his wads right into Bradley's hot little, dark little, pretty little face, Bradley got it in his face, he got it on his eyes, on his nose, on his cheeks, on his lips, on his chin, and from there it dripped liberally onto Bradley's chest, smearing white jizz over the school logo across Bradley's chest.
Bradley's face was soft in a rapture of his own, and Gordon saw how Bradley was panting.
"Oh, no, you don't, fucker!" was all he got out, and then Bradley's pud, which he'd been whacking while he sucked on Gordon, sprayed onto Gordon's legs and shoes. Gordon felt the hot spunk soak his socks, wet his legs beneath.
"God damn it!" Gordon snarled. "I didn't tell you that you could come on me, did I? Did I?"
Bradley grinned up at him, irrepressible even when splattered with come. "I just assumed you didn't mind." he said. "Point is, are you feeling better now?"
Gordon considered this. "Well, I'd feel better if I didn't have your cream on my legs, but yeah, I feel better now."
"You ready to lead our team to victory next weekend over Gadsen?"
Gadsen? Sure, he could do that. "Yeah, yeah, I think I can take them. Their defensive line sucks." He'd use those Gadsen boobs to work on his line drives. Plow through them until they broke down crying. Hell yeah!
Bradley saw the mean grin on his face and grinned back with a good-natured one of his own. "Well, then, I guess my work here is done." He said. He reached up to his face with a forefinger, wiped the big blob of Gordon's come off one cheek, and stuck it in his mouth, closed his eyes in bliss. "Mmm, tastes like team spirit." he said.
Gordon had to laugh at that. "God, Bradley, I wish I'd figured out you were a cocksucker long ago. I'm going to expect this after every game from now on."
"You didn't know?" Bradley said. "My God! Which part of male cheerleader did you not get?"
Bradley left, still sweeping Gordon's come off his face and licking it off his fingers. Gordon for his own part stood up and began to get undressed. Time for a shower and then to bed.
He got his shoes off and looked at them. One huge pearl of Bradley's come was perched on the top of the tongue. He skimmed it off with his finger, looked at it, shrugged, and stuck it in his mouth.
Smacked his lips. "Yep." he agreed. "Tastes like team spirit."
THE END
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