Victory Lap

I try out for the team on a whim, a lark. I’m so bad, it’s almost a joke. Yet I make the squad somehow, barely, the defensive coach admitting I’m there only because they need extra bodies during practice. But barely on the team still means I’m on the team, so there I am on game day, kitted out, keeping the bench warm while my teammates on the field eke their way into yet another embarrassing third quarter.

Things are bleak, and then they’re bleaker. We’re behind even before the injuries rack up, players are pulled. I’m surprised the head coach even remembers my name. “Roth,” he barks, clipboard aimed squarely at me, “Wake your ass up! Helmet on! You’re going in. Stop giving me that deer-in-the-headlights look.”

I jump up, bite down on my mouthguard, survey the field. “Uh… any words of wisdom?”

He squints at the other college’s offensive line, the huge guards and tackles, the mean-looking quarterback. “Just try not to die, Roth. I’m running out of players.”

It’s easy to shatter expectations when what’s expected of you is nothing. First play, my fat head gets in the way of the ball, and I block a pass. Then I somehow block another, and on the third down the receiver catches it but only after I’ve run him out of bounds.

“Well, ho-lee fuck, Roth,” the coach shakes his head as I come back to the sidelines. “Keep it up and you’ll make second string.”

Next play, I not only keep it up, I somehow, someway, find myself actually intercepting a pass and running the fuck up the field. In the correct direction, even. My team turns it into a drive, and then a touchdown, and then a victory. Against all odds, we win. It’s a team effort, but in the locker room afterwards the guys for once are slapping me on the back, including me in the celebration. “Party after this,” Evans says to me, “You’re coming, right?”

“Yeah,” I nod, floating too high to admit I don’t know about the party, where it is. I’ll figure it out. “Just as soon as I can stand again, hah.”

“Eh,” he grins, shrugs, “Your knees’ll recover.”

I’m beat good, though, and take a minute to work the kinks out. I’m last to hit the showers, lingering in the soothing spray of hot water before returning to the now-quiet locker room to dry myself off.

“There you are!” “Was looking everywhere for you.”

I whip the towel over my crotch self-consciously. “Uh…” I stammer and stumble, “This is… uh… women aren’t supposed to be…”

“Nonsense!” says the perky platinum blonde, all bubbly and buoyant and buxom in her purple-and-gold cheerleader top and skirt, coming right up to my naked side with a grin that’s criminally flirty, “Other women maybe, but it’s just us.”

“Yeah,” says the raven-haired brat with hands right where bare midriff meets slender hips. Her skirt is set so snugly around her flat belly, royal purple fabric covering her ass with bright goldenrod showing through when the pleats spread. She walks right up into my face, lips curled with impish mischief and eyes glimmering with something even naughtier. “You should know that Portia and me, we’re a special exemption.”

“Special–” I falter, glancing between the two cute and coy cheerleaders, feeling incredibly self-conscious of my naked body, of the towel barely covering my cock, the way they’re both grinning at me like they know it, “Special exemption?”

“Mmm-hmm,” giggles and nods the one called Portia, resting her one hand on my shoulder while her other strokes my arm, “Me and Ronnie, we’re practically part of the team, wouldn’t you say?”

“We’re essential, actually,” says the one called Ronnie, “Our role is to cheer on the team’s successes, and to make sure those successes are properly rewarded.” Her shoulders are back, her chest out, pert tits stretching our school’s name tight.

I don’t trust my own senses. “Err… umm… rewarded?”

Portia’s pressing her rack into my side, her tits in her top squishing against my bare freshly-showered skin, her pixie grin so close I could lean my head over and kiss her. “What kind of reward would you like?”

Through my towel, I can feel my cock twitch. “I– I don’t know,” I stammer.

“Maybe he’s dumb,” giggles Ronnie, “You know how these football guys are.” She tugs on my towel.

But I cling to it, my only defense.

Portia clicks her tongue. “Doesn’t take much smarts to grab my ass, does it?”

“Who? Me?” Even I’m aware I’m probably being an idiot. But it’s all happening so fast.

She swings her hips back, pushes her thick bubble of a butt out, makes the pleats in her skirt flare wide. “Maybe you won’t like it, but if you want to give it a try…?” She drags her fingers so gently past the nape of my neck.

I peer over her shoulder at her ass, at how her uniform makes it even juicier. Fuck, it’s right there… Even I can be only so thick. I switch my towel to the other hand, grab her ass. I come up beneath her skirt, wrapping my hand around one of her round cheeks, fingers pressing against her thong, clinging on for dear life.

“I knew you’d figure it out,” she coos, bright blonde pigtails splaying against her collar, against the narrow straps of her top, “For a moment there, thought maybe my presence here wasn’t welcome.”

“No, it’s–!” I gasp. Portia’s sliding her hand over my bare hip, down between the towel and my skin, fingers heading for the only place that matters.

Ronnie laughs. “Relax, boy! You’re in good hands with us.” With a powerful yank, she tears the towel from my hand and tosses it away, far beyond my reach. My dick, already halfway stiff, springs out, my balls swing free.

I blush, hard, and choke on my own awkwardness.

“Hrmmm!” Ronnie makes a delighted hum, eyebrows raising as she studies my cock, “It likes us.”

Portia’s hand comes down, her index finger and thumb forming a ring around the base of my shaft. “Do you think he’s figured out yet what his reward is?”

“Look at him,” Ronnie giggles, “Dense as they come. I think we’re going to have to show him.” She comes up to my other side, and together the girls push me back and sit me on the bench, spreading my knees wide, making my stiffening cock bounce tall and free and exposed.

“Are you–” I gasp, unable to finish the thought.

“Am I what?” Ronnie giggles, “Going to do this?” And she wraps her thin little fingers around my red swelling shaft, dragging them to the tip and then down to the base and back, a lazy and carefree stroking that makes me whimper with pleasure nonetheless.

“Or this?” Portia says, taking my cock from her friend to cavalierly swirl her fingers around my glans, her soft touch making me moan without even realizing as precum oozes from me.

Independent of my direction, each of my hands has found themselves under skirt and grabbing ass, the right with fingers digging into Portia’s plump and plenty posterior while the left kneads the firm muscles in Ronnie’s tight, toned rump. Prodding and squeezing and playfully slapping, I explore the girls’ butts, my wandering fingers tracing their exact contours, delineating down their precise shapes, discovering how they respond to my caress.

And yet, fascinating and fantastic as these butts may be, they’re merely the sideshow. The centerpiece of all our attention remains my cock, soaring stiff under the teasing ministration of four hands. Twenty fingertips, soft and sensual and sliding like silk against my veiny shaft and swollen balls. The girls with their touch tickle and twirl and make my chest heave while they giggle to one another, goad each other on, dare each other into discovering new ways to titillate my dick and give me an erection so needy, so mean, so tall, that even as my brain melts my mouth opens, demands, “Lick it.”

“Now you’re getting greedy,” Ronnie laughs, stroking me hard, “What kind of girls do you think we are?”

Portia drags her long sky blue fingernails over my sac. “Yeah, only total sluts would blow a boy they barely know.” Then she scoots back and leans down and, starting with my balls resting on her tongue, licks me up from base to tip, blue eyes locked on mine as she goes.

Beyond the velvety wet heaven swirling up my bulging vein, just staring at this is so hot. The pleasure is palpable, the relief visceral. It washes through me in overwhelming floods, the tongue worshiping my fierce erection. My head lolls back, my vision goes fuzzy. And then my cock gets pulled towards Ronnie, a second tongue slathering up my meat.

The girls are clearly experienced at this, the way tips of tongues tease the tip of my dick, the way their tongues while sliding up and down my shaft meet momentarily in the middle, the way I’m methodically passed back and forth between them like a metronome of oral pleasure, the way my balls merit repeat attention, tips of finger and thick lips and soft tongues teasing and tugging on them. Sounds of wet slobbery licking fill my ears.

When I feel the unmistakable welcoming warmth of a mouth wrapping around my shaft and taking me in in in until I’m filling it full, I gasp, looking down, seeing Ronnie hunched over my crotch, her dark shimmering hair sliding down against her hoop earrings as she bobs over my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, rubbing her back, fingers running up the smooth tanned skin over the knots in her spine. The brunette sucks cock like she means it, a wet and gagging machine of unmatched dedication and electrifying rhythm, making me moan with pleasure even as I need more.

“My turn,” Portia declares, and she has to almost wrestle my cock from Ronnie, earning herself a dirty look from her friend in the process, and then I’ve got the blonde pigtailed girl thrilling me with her mouth, her tongue slithering like a sidewinder and curling and curving inside pursed lips.

“Bet I’m the one who’ll end up wearing your cum,” Ronnie brags, sitting back and through the fabric of her tight top flicking her nipples.

“May I?” I nod at her.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Her tits are perky and perfect and each one in turn fills my palm as I grope and squeeze her through her top.

“Hey!” Portia says when she glances up, voice muffled by the dick in her mouth. She pulls off. “I’m the one with the tits!” And no sooner does she yank her top up and let swing free her massive rack then do I feel the incredibly tight warmth of Ronnie’s mouth again on my cock.

I fondle pink nipples as the girls suck me off and tickle my thighs and delight my balls. Like a king, I sit back and bask in the pleasures the girls are giving me, my cock their dedication and focus and master. Ronnie’s lips purse around my sac as Portia takes another turn on my shaft, somehow finding yet another new and intriguing way to swirl her tongue past my glans.

“Yeah, baby,” Ronnie coos at me so seductively, “Cum for us. Empty these aching balls of yours. Show us what a stud you are. Teach us what your cum tastes like.”

With Portia’s tongue tickling my nuts and Ronnie’s lips once again around my shaft, I run my hand through the raven-haired girl’s scalp, holding her in place as I thrust with my hips into her mouth. Each shove inside is a mounting bliss, is an impossible pleasure as Portia’s sucking lips tug my balls. And I thrust and thrust and thrust until the ecstasy bursts free inside me, my cock the hardest and fullest its ever been as I shove Ronnie down on it, make the brunette gag and splutter and cough.

My cock throbs, and I cum. Right down Ronnie’s throat.

By the time I realize, it’s already too late, yet I keep holding her down as more and more spunk pumps from me, a load more massive than even my usual coursing through my cock and into this cheerleader. Even at its peak, the pleasure lasts and lasts, seemingly rolling on forever.

An era passes, and “Fuck,” I eventually grunt, collapsing backwards against the cold metal lockers, limbs weak, ears roaring, vision soft.

Portia sits up, looking pleased with herself while Ronnie catches her breath, wiping off her face with the back of her hand all the collected spit and semen and tears before grinning over at me. “Holy hell, that was hot.”

“Did you swallow it all down?”

“Well, it’s not like you gave me any choice, is it?” she giggles, then turns to Portia, “I love it when they face-fuck me, don’t you?”

“C’mon, Ronnie,” says the blonde, “Let’s get to the party. I got more cocks I want to suck.”

I’m in a daze, floating a mile high, a smile I cannot wipe from my face. “No,” I say.

They both turn to me. “No?”

“Come with me to my place. I’ve got enough party for the both of you. For the three of us.”

Ronnie looks at my cock, only barely beginning to go limp, still mostly slick and hard. “You think you can handle us?”

Portia looks skeptical. “You think you’re that good, huh?”

But my confidence is unshakable, at the moment at least. I grab both their asses. “Try me.”