Pigskins

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*This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit

sexual acts between males both above the age of 18 and below the age of 19 some of whom may be related to each other – the person telling the story changes each chapter.

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PIGSKINS 3

So you wonder how it all began. It was all completely innocent. I was born into a reasonably normal family with very average expectations. My parents taught me right from wrong and I had very little problems growing up besides the average bumps and bruises of adolescence. By the time I got to high school, I found my true passion – sports.

I loved to watch all of them, but I found that football was the center of my world. I would spend time when I wasn't doing schoolwork or working my afterschool job catching Big 10 ball on the television. My eyes were drawn to the larger than life jocks that rammed and pounded their way past other huge and hulking monsters week after week to make the winning touchdown or make that amazing line of defense that would have taken a missile to get through. As a teen dude, I also found that I would find myself admiring the strong, muscular frames of the guys that played my favorite sport. The large heads that flowed into their thick, veiny necks. The strong shoulders that topped huge boulder biceps and triceps that stretched and pulled at the college jerseys. The players tight and not so tight at times stomachs and waists were the beginning of legs that no matter the size or shape of the player were bull strong. One day, out of the blue, while watching a U of Michigan game, my eyes were fixated the quarterback and the center during the beginning of the play. It seemed as if the carmera angle and focusing was extra sharp that afternoon. I could see the rounded outline of the center's strong and firm ass as he leaned over and the quarterback reached underneath in anticipation of catching the ball for the winning throw. The quarterback would make the call and the ball was quickly exchanged and left his hands like a rocket heading down towards the other end of the field.

I found myself sitting that afternoon in my room with the door closed and watching the game. I had worked out at the gym a little after practice and was slightly sweaty still. I had taken off my shirt and jock and simply wore my nylon gym shorts without socks. I was sitting on my bed in the room that my brother and I shared. The room was cluttered with clothes, socks and other crap since neither my brother and I were not the neatest. My left hand laid on the top of my bed sheets while my right hands had some how found it's way into my black nylon shorts and gently held my still sweaty, hairy balls. The rest of the game was uneventful and eventually it looked like U of M was going to win yet again against sorry ass Notre Dame.

I must have dozed off because later when I awoke, it was slightly darker outside. The game was still on the television. I wondered if I had fallen into a time warp, but then remembered that the BTN station would routinely re-play games if there wasn't any other major games afterwards. I stared at the television and looked down at my body. People called me a gym-jock, but I was a real jock. I used my body not only at the gym to lift barbells dumbells, I actually used it in the real world. On my highschool football team, I was one of the better linebackers, although I got teased endlessly, by being the leanest on the LB string. It seemed like no matter what I did, I just didn't get overweight like the other guys, one of them being my brother. I wish I could lie and say that he was a fuckin' fat slob, but he was 200+ lbs of solid muscle and at 5"10, just a little shorter than I, was considered one of the most valuable linebackers on the team. I ran my hands down my semi-hairy chest and stomach. I could feel the outlines of what would be abs, if I leaned down just a little bit, but it was still noticeable, if you rubbed your hands down my body. I slowly slid my hands into my shorts and could feel the crinkly pubic hair that surrounded my thick, uncut dick. Uh-oh, I thought to myself – not again!?!? It seemed like lately my dick was always hard no matter what the hell was going on. I continued to watch the replay of the game and just like before, the camera seemed to linger on the ass of the center and the quarterbacks hands hovering there on almost every play. My imagination must be running away from me, but I continued to watch the game and no, it was true, the cameraman definitely kept the camera on the center's ass each and every time.

I could feel the heat coming off my hard dick in my shorts. The front of my shorts were now tented up slightly. I reached down further and grabbed the shaft of my still slightly sweaty uncut, thick dick. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and laid back on my pillow. My mind instantly went back to what I had been watching in the game – the center's ass and eventually I drifted off to sleep and began to dream.

In my dream, I was the star quarterback instead of being a lineman, loved by everyone and a seriously competitive athlete. As my mind continued to play out my dream, I saw myself on the field on game day standing behind the center who stood talking to other players. His body was amazingly compact and strong looking as he stood talking to other players and stared out at the crowd. Eventually he came back to me and gave me dap and we just stood there face to face not saying a word. He eventually asked "Are you ready?"

I responded, "Let's do this shit, dude!"

We walked a few steps back and began the play, as he leaned over I could see sweat on his neck and could feel the heat coming off of his body along with a distinct smell of sweat and natural musk/funk. I inhaled deeply and instantly got a buzz from his scent. I put my hands underneath him near his crotch. His thighs were giving off an amazing heat. Everything suddenly seemed to slow down to the point where everyone almost looked like statues, but I wasn't slow at all. I stood up straight and stared around the stadium. Not a single fan or player moved – they all seemed frozen in place. Eventually my eyes went back to my center's ass and I walked around to the front of him. He was completely still in passing position. I walked back to his back and slowly touched his shoulder. He didn't move. I layed my whole hand on his shoulder and then his back. I could feel the muscle beneath the tight jersey material and eventually ran both hands down his solid back to his slightly tapered waist. He didn't move an inch. My hands eventually found their way to the space above his completely round bubble ass cheeks. I took a deep inhale and caught his sweaty aroma yet again. I felt instantly stronger and more turned on. My dick had begun to throb in my uniform pants. I slowly pulled at his waistband and undid his uniform pants at the waist. Instead of pulling them down I lowered myself so that I was face to ass with him. I pressed my face into his sweaty field pants. I took a deep inhale and there it was again – his scent, which made an explosion in my mind. I took another whiff and could feel the sweat trapped in his pants on my face. I began to rub my face around the area that his ass crack and jock strap covered and continued to inhale and huff his sweaty ass scent. I had to have more. I quickly finished opening his pants and pulled them down until they rested right underneath his globe-shaped ass cheeks. He was covered in light hair and I could see the sweat on his ass still from his pants. I grabbed his right ass cheek and pulled it away from the left cheek and looked inside. I could clearly see his sweaty hairy hole in the bright sunlight.

I held his cheek for a moment longer and slowly let go so that it was back together with his left. I didn't feel like myself for some reason and I had this urge to do something that I had never done before or ever expected to want to do. I leaned in closer to him and grabbed his ass with both hands. I kneeled on the astroturf of the field and pushed my face into his ass taking deep inhales and kissing his sweaty ass crack. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and dove in again. My tongue involuntarily darted out of my mouth and made contact with my teammate's sweaty hairy ass and began to slide up and down the hot hole. My tongue slid and circled his hole over and over again, while I inhaled his strong scent. The scent seemed to have been born right where my face was and I tried hard to dig deeper with my tongue, playing and teasing his hole. Eventually it seemed like his hole opened a little more until I could push the tip into his damp, pungent hole. My tongue darted as deep as it could go then I would pull out and do it again over and over. My tongue was fucking the star center's ass in front an entire high school stadium of people who were frozen – what was going on? My mind only briefly questioned until I felt the hypnotic urge to continue eating my team mates hairy ass. I licked and slurped until I could no longer feel my face. I reached down and undid my field pants letting my big dick free and hanging in the air. I had already begun to drip precum which had made the head slick and slippery. I held open his ass with my left hand and grabbed my dick with my right and started pumping. I reached up and spit a huge glob of spit into my hand and went back to pumping my uncut dick up and down hoping to shoot my load before what ever power had made it so that everyone was frozen. My dick felt hot and wet as it throbbed in my stroking hand as I continued to bite, lick, suck and probe the open ass in front of me.

I started to feel the tell-tale signs of my urge to shoot my nut from my dick. My head was spinning and I felt like I did when I had too many beers or a shot of whiskey with my dad on holidays. My dick seemed to get even thicker as I could tell my balls seemed like they were boiling with my high school boy cum load. I needed to stand, but didn't want to take my mouth of his hole, but my legs involuntarily straightened and I stood pumping my dick and grabbing at my hairy ball sack. I closed my eyes and leaned back as I felt the surge of electricity as rope after rope of hot, salty cum shot from my uncut cock onto the back and ass of the center. It seemed like I was just flowing like a river until his back had a large amount of jizz coating his hairy ass cheeks. I had to get rid of what had just happened – whatever it was. I scooped up my hot cum from his back and his ass. A lot of it was in my hand, but some of my jizz slime just moved closer to the boy's crack. I opened up his ass to see if I could scoop out more – his ass crack now still glistened in the sun now with a light coating of my hot sperm. I stood for a minute looking down at his hot, open hole coated with my boy slime and instinctively knew what had to be done. I leaned over and dropped to my knees and pressed my face to his crack feeling my cum on his ass now coat my nose, cheeks and chin. I pushed my tongue out and began to slurp up all the cum that I could see. His body felt unusually warm at this point and I felt slightly lightheaded. I kept looking and licking until I felt that I had gotten at least enough up that it looked more normal than it did a second ago when he was covered in my cum.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flicker and the stands seemed to vibrate and people began to move very slowly like a wave during a game. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I was lying in my bedroom on top of my sheets – looking down at my jock body I could see the ropes of cum, now drying on my stomach and chest.

Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, a wet fucking dream – and hit the showers.

The rest of my teen and college years were generally routine and very mundane. I did well in college and after graduation, worked my way up the corporate ladder. My father, brother and I remained close – even so when my mother decided that she would leave us while I was still in high school. My brother and I went into business together and I eventually got married. The marriage didn't work out but I got two amazing sons from the relationship. My boys are my world – they are now high school age, linebackers on the team and are built like two shit brick houses. I didn't have much action outside of girls in high school and college and my marriage was basically just to have kids. Every now and then I find my mind wandering back to that day where I had the best wet dream of my life. I also discovered something else about myself. I am a fucking sex dominant sex pig – I like hardcore, raunchy, wet, funked up hot action with other sex pigs – now what does this have to do with my family, you ask? Who do you think I have the most nasty man-to-man sex other than my brother and my boys?