Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2011 12:54:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jason's Night Game

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.