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Introduction:

Some of these events actually happened. Some might have happened. Some could have happened and the rest I wish had happened. Happy reading!
The Centerville Warriors won the first two games of the season with little struggle. I didn’t play a down. I stood on the sideline while everyone else got into the game. What made it even more embarrassing was the rain and mud. All of our games were on grass fields, so when people played, they got dirty. If you stood on the sideline without getting in the game, you were easy to spot because you were the only one clean. I was the only one clean, in my all white uniform with black numbers and the twin black stripes on the side seam of each leg. My family came to every game and cheered for everyone else, but they couldn’t cheer for me because I hadn’t played a down.

It was puzzling to me, because as the two weeks had progressed, I seemed to be getting more and more reps in practice. At the beginning of the second week, I’d switched places in the kick return team with the primary deep man and now I was the one fielding all the kicks and punts in practice. All those reps paid off, I was finding it easier and easier to see the seams develop as I learned to read the blockers at full speed. I was also playing a lot of wide-out, and Jack Baldwin and I had developed a few hand signals that allowed him to adjust my routes, or for me to signal him that I was going to break off the route at a given point. Even without playing, I was having a ball. Winning can do that for you.

After the second game, my folks took my sister and I down to the A&W Drive-In and we celebrated my fourteenth birthday with Papa Burgers and Root Beer Floats. We also invited along my girlfriend, Katie Schultz, who sat with me in the back seat of my family’s new used car, a 1967 four-door Impala. My dad told corny jokes and Katie laughed, because she thought they were funny. Becka and I just rolled our eyes and groaned, which was just the cue that told my dad that we hadn’t heard enough and he kept right on telling bad joke after bad joke.

“Why are elephants gray and wrinkly?” he’d ask. “Have you ever tried to wash and iron an elephant?” Katie laughed and my sister and I groaned.

“One more like that dad, and I am going to lose my burger,” I warned.

“Why do elephants paint their toenails red? To hide in cherry trees of course. Have you ever seen an elephant hiding in a cherry tree? See how good it works?” I opened the back door and pretended to get sick until my mom told me ‘that’s enough’ in that no nonsense voice every mother has. A lot of the team and their families came to the drive-in. After a while, it was time to go home. We drove Katie out to the Schultz Farm and I held her hand as we walked to the door. If my parents hadn’t been sitting twenty yards away, I might have tried to kiss her good night, but no luck.

Back at home, I took a hot bath and got ready for bed. Becka had already gone to bed when I started joined her in the room we share. But before I went to bed, my father wanted to talk to me.

“Grant High is next Friday, up in Wood Ridge. This is your week son. Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth closed. Things are going to heat up for you this week,” he warned. “Judging by the number of reps you’ve been getting in practices this week, I think you are a good bet to start next week.”

“Start?” I asked incredulously. “I haven’t even played yet, Dad. Coach Kennedy won’t play me against a team like Grant. They are undefeated and defending sectional champions. I may not even get to suit up.” I didn’t really think I wouldn’t get to suit up, but I wasn’t sure I’d get a chance to play either. And I had heard that Grant lead the state in felons on the defensive line and most post-game fights. They were mean and dirty and fast. In other words, they were ideal football players.

“You’ll play Paul. You’ll play. Just catch the ball and do what you know how to do. Trust your blockers and keep your feet moving.”

“Yes sir.” I was half hoping he was right and half hoping he was wrong. Here I was the first freshman to ever play for legendary Coach Kennedy at Centerville High, and my dad thought I was going to play in the most important game of the young season. It thrilled me and scared me at the same time. I would hate to let everyone down and look like a spaz out there.

As I climbed into bed, my mind was racing. I didn’t realize that Becka had come over and joined me until she slipped into bed behind me and reach around my waist, seeking my hard cock. This had become a nightly thing. We always used my bed because it was under the open window that brought in the crisp cool fall air and it was also farther away from the wall we shared with our parent’s bedroom. We didn’t want to take the chance they could overhear us.

Becka’s touch brought me to the present. I rolled on my back and slipped my arm around her neck, pulling her sweet face up to mine. We kissed. Her hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and she grabbed my stiff rod with her tender little hand. It was such a welcome sensation. I dropped my hand down the back of her baby doll panties and caressed the smooth globes of her ass. She used this as encouragement to mount my stomach and start riding my cock like a stick pony, rubbing it through our clothes against her warm slit. As usual, it felt fantastic. She put her hands on my chest and sat up. She spread her legs wider until her knees came off the bed and her entire weight was carried by her hands on my pecs and her tender cunt on my shaft. This magnified the pressure and the pleasure of our dry humping. When I got close, I gripped her hips and started really rubbing her against me. And when I felt her about to climax, I slipped both hands under the baby doll top and gripped her nipples and pinched. She put a lot more grind into her bump and grind when I pinched her eraser sized nipples. We came in a flood. After we caught our breath, she pulled my shorts down and licked my shaft clean. I pushed her panties aside and did the same for her damp pussy. Instead of finishing our night and letting us drop off to sleep, tonight it made me even hornier. My hard cock refused to abate. It pulsed and twitched with my heart beat. I was contemplating breaking my rule about fucking my little sister when I heard the first moan. We both froze. Then we heard another. And another. And then a grunt. Our parents were having vigorous sex in the next room. Picturing my attractive mom laying on her marital bed with her legs spread wide in wanton desire made me tense with Oedipal jealousy.

I scooped Becka up and carried her back the her bed. I put my finger over her lips with the universal sign for “shhhhh” and pulled her clothes off. She lay there stark naked, knees up and slightly apart, one hand at her side and the other lightly rubbing her breasts. I kissed her once, deeply and then crept into bed between her legs. I picked her knees up and put them by her chest, spreading her tender cunt in the process. I put the head of my swollen dick against her once-fucked hole and slid it in till our pelvises were matted together. Then I started to fuck her in time with the grunts and moans coming through the wall. Becka bit her pillow and then her fist, all in an effort to keep from crying out with passion. My balls were slapping her ass with each thrust. I carried all my weight on my forearms, so as not to crush her. My ass was pushing my cock deep into her. I wasn’t going to last long, the tight slick channel of my baby sister was going to guarantee that.

As our parents reached their crescendo, so did we. I didn’t care about the consequences, I dumped a huge amount of cum into my sister, instantly lubing up her pussy for even faster and deeper strokes. She came and came and came, squeezing my waist with her knees. We collapsed in a pile, totally sated.

I heard a noise in the hall and froze. I grabbed my shorts and covered the distance across the room in two steps, sliding into bed half a second before out bedroom door opened. I never looked to see who was checking on us, I just played possum and prayed my sister had the good sense to lay still. Then they were gone. Had they heard us like we heard them? Or had they feared we heard their passion cries and come to check to see if we needed some kind of an explanation.

“Good night, Becka. I love you!” I whispered across the darkened bedroom.

“I love you too Pauly. So much.”

We both went to sleep. I spent the weekend working for Mister. There weren’t many harvest chores left for us to do, so we started getting the various fields and farms ready for winter. We hauled hay to the calving barns for the next winter when the new crop was born. We cleaned and serviced the harvest equipment and put it away in the big metal storage shed. Then Rusty and I hitched the flatbed trailer up to the pickup and headed down to the big barn to load up some hay to cart over to the Bradley place. This was the best part of my day. The Bradley place was right next to the Schultz Farm. I should get a chance to see my girlfriend.

We drove slowly by the Schultz Farm and to my great pleasure, Katie was out in the huge front yard playing with her younger sister Kim. We rolled to a stop and I leaned out the window. “Do you lovely young ladies want a genuine hay rack ride?”

“Sure!” chirped Kim running across the yard.

“Let me go ask my mother. Where are you taking the hay?”

“Bradley’s. Right next door.”

“OK, let me check.” She disappeared into the house and almost immediately reappeared. She ran down the lawn and helped her sister climb up the stack. Then she climbed up herself.

“Don’t drive fast, Rust,” I said as I climbed out of the cab. I launched myself up the stack and took a seat on one side of Kim with Katie sitting on the other. As much as I wanted to sit with Katie, I thought it more prudent to keep an eye on her kid sister. Rusty took it slow and we got to the barn with no incidents. We didn’t have to load this hay up in the loft, it was being stored in one of the stalls on the ground floor behind a panel gate. The girls helped a little, kicking bales down to us. Already smitten to the bone by Katie, her willingness to go to work and get a little dirty just raised her up in my esteem. Both girls. I had long since forgiven Kim for telling on me to her parents when I kissed her older sister on the back of the school bus.

Katie brushed the hay off of her shirt and jeans, rubbing her hands down her more than ample breasts. Oh how I wished she had asked me to do that. Kim did the same and I could see Kim had caught the horn-dog eye of my good friend Rusty. Kim was barely developing at 12. But she seemed to sense that Rusty had his eye on her and I’ll be damned if she didn’t flirt with him just a little. Since we had a little time to kill, I gave Rusty a nod and head fake. He got the signal.

“Hey Kim! Race you to the top of the loft!” He took off up the supports on the inside of the barn while she went flying up the ladder. We could hear them jumping around two floors above us. I took the opportunity to pull Katie close and kiss her with all the passion I could muster. I lifted her down off the trailer and led her up and over the stack of hay bales we had just placed in the stall. On the back side was enough room for us to have a little privacy. We were all over each other, kissing and groping. I worked the hem of her shirt out of her jeans and slipped my hands inside, feeling the smooth shape of her waist and back. As we kissed, I explored ever higher until I felt her bra strap on her back. I broke off our kiss with a questioning look. I had never even thought about learning to unhook a bra strap before.

“I don’t know how it unlatches,” I confessed.

“It hooks like this,” she explained crooking two fingers and slipping them into a hole she created with her thumb and forefinger on her other hand. “You unhook it like this.” She pushed her hands together and her crooked fingers slid out of the hole. I felt the bra strap until I found the hooks and eyes and on my third try got one hook undone. I completed the job on my fourth try. Now her breasts were free, though hidden behind her shirt. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it off in one smooth movement. Then she rolled her shoulders forward and I got to see her grown breast for the first time.

At the time, they seemed gigantic. And perfect. In reality, they were hardly larger than a B cup. But they were perfectly shaped, a little rounder on the bottom than the top, with light pink nipples that came to points as hard as thimbles. I didn’t know what to do, so I stared. Then I got brave and pulled her a little closer, so I could brush my fingertips against the sides of her breasts. She tugged on my t-shirt, and I got the hint. I pulled it over my head. She straddled my lap and we kissed, her warm globes pressed against the muscles of my chest. Second base on a stand-up double. We continued to kiss and rub each other and I finally moved my palms around to the front of her chest, cupping each breast with the nipples rubbing holes in my palms. I thought about trying for third when I could hear voices getting closer. Katie slipped into her bra and shirt, standing to tuck the latter back in. I put my t-shirt on and we climbed over the hay bales and were sitting on the side of the trailer when Kim and Rusty made it back to the ground.
“Hey, your shirts on backwards!” pointed Kim, giggling. “Don’t you know how to dress?” Sure enough, my tag was sticking out the front.

“I took it off to shake the hay out of it, I must have slipped it back on wrong.” I took my shirt off, inverted it, and put it back on the right way. “Ready to head back?” Rusty drove us back on the trailer. When we got to the Schultz’s, the girls climbed off the trailer and I climbed back into the cab with Rusty.

“Shook the hay off, huh?” We both had a good laugh.

“You sure spent a lot of time in the hay loft with Kimmy. What’s THAT story?”

“Pauly, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“She told me that if I wanted to, I could kiss her and rub her under her clothes.”

“She did not.”

“She did, I swear!” vowed Rusty.

“Well?”

“Well what?” he asked innocently.

“WELL DID YOU KISS HER AND RUB HER UNDER HER CLOTHES?”

“No,” he laughed. “Not much.” I punched him in the arm. Hard. We both laughed. I knew from my own experience, that given the right circumstances, love could blossom between a young woman and an older boy. I wasn’t about to give him advice to stop.

“Just be careful. She’s awfully young to be messing with. You are sixteen and she’s twelve. Don’t get carried away. You know you can always get your dick sucked by someone older.”

“You mean like by a thirteen year old?”

“Fourteen,” I corrected him. We both laughed.

On Monday practice for Franklin began in earnest. What little frivolity we had shared in previous practices was abandoned. It was all business and woe to the player that wasn’t 100% focused all the time. I got nearly all the reps at wide receiver and for a couple dozen plays, I even played tailback. The only sounds were coaches barking, whistles chirping, and pads popping as we slammed into each other over and over. Tuesday and Wednesday were the same. As Friday night got closer, people in the hallways that I didn’t even know would wish me luck, telling me to take it to Franklin.

On Thursday, the rosters went up for Friday night. Starting on special teams and at wide receiver, for the first time in the history of Centerville High, was freshman phenom Paul David, legacy of local football hero Pete David. My head started to spin, seeing my name on the wall for the first time. I was still in semi-shock when Coach Lenning slapped me on the shoulder.

“If ever there was a young man ready to take on the game of football, it’s you. You are going to do great things, starting tomorrow night.” He slipped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a reassuring hug. “Keep your head on a swivel. After you carry the ball a couple times, every kid on that collection of penal institute refugees is going to try and separate it from your shoulders.”

I confessed to Katie the next morning on the bus that I was supposed to start that night. She hugged me with more excitement than I had shown when I got the news.

“If you win tonight,” she said leaning in, “I am going to…..” Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “do whatever you want. What. Ever.” Then she straightened up, looked me square in the eye and mouthed “Anything you want. Anything.” Of course my dick immediately got harder than Chinese arithmetic. I could barely focus in my classes all day. Even at lunch I was distracted, which my buddies on the pipe crew took advantage of. They tortured me harshly with their jibes. But I didn’t even register them, let alone hear them. They stopped after a while, giving me the space I needed to get my head around the upcoming game.

The bus ride with the team up to Wood Ridge went by quickly. Before I knew it, we were on the field for our pregame warm-ups. Then we headed back into the locker room for our last minute instructions and pep talk. Really, the time was for us to go to the bathroom if we needed to. I needed to. I ducked into one of the stalls and puked my guts out. Nerves. Once I puked I felt much better. I rinsed my mouth out with sink water and rejoined the team.

“Better?” asked Jack. “You were looking a little green when we came in.” I nodded. “Don’t sweat it. I used to puke before every game. Perfectly normal.”

Once we got on the field, Jack and the other captains went to the center of the stadium for the coin toss. As luck would have it, Franklin won the toss and elected to receive. I felt real relief. Our defense held them to three and out and then their punting team trotted on the field.

“Paul David!” I heard the head coach bark. “Get in there; catch the ball, run like hell! You got that? Roscoe 44 on the return. Got that? Now GO!” I sprinted out onto the field and the fans that had followed us up from Centerville cheered. I dropped 40 yards off the line of scrimmage and waited for the ball. But the Franklin punter shanked the punt. Instead of rising majestically into the air, it went wobbling off his foot headed for the sideline twenty yards in front of me. I took off like a shot, timing the bounce of the ball. I was at full speed on the sideline when the ball fell out of the sky and into the basket I made with my arms. I tucked it up under my outside arm and the race was on!

None of the Franklin players expected me to cover the punt. They had let up; certain it was going out of bounds. As a result, they were a step too late in trying to catch me. I flew up the sideline, right in front of the Franklin head coach, Bo Spencer. I was so close I could hear him yelling “Catch that sonofabitch! Catch that sonofabitch!” But they could not. Centerville 6, Franklin 0. I trotted over to the official and handed him the ball and then ran back to our sideline where my team was whooping and hollering. We added the extra point and it was 7-0 with less than two minutes gone in the game.

We kicked off again, and again the defense held and the punt team headed back out onto the field. This time the punter did his job right and the ball fell into my arms on our own 45 yard line. Coach had called for a right side return again so I sprinted to where my wall of blockers had started plowing me a road. I could sense a hole about to open up, took two steps towards the back of my blocker and there it was, pretty as you please. With only their punter to beat, I ran straight at him. He lowered his right shoulder to tackle me and when he started forward, I swiveled my hips and ran around him to the left. Five seconds later I was in the end zone handing the ball over to the officials.

After that, Franklin refused to kick it to me. I could tell that made Coach Kennedy happy. We got the ball on our 35 and started our first drive of the evening. First play was Z-Slot All Go. We’d send every eligible receiver down field and let Jack Baldwin find a target. As I approached the The Centerville Warriors won the first two games of the season with little struggle. I didn’t play a down. I stood on the sideline while everyone else got into the game. What made it even more embarrassing was the rain and mud. All of our games were on grass fields, so when people played, they got dirty. If you stood on the sideline without getting in the game, you were easy to spot because you were the only one clean. I was the only one clean, in my all white uniform with black numbers and the twin black stripes on the side seam of each leg. My family came to every game and cheered for everyone else, but they couldn’t cheer for me because I hadn’t played a down.

It was puzzling to me, because as the two weeks had progressed, I seemed to be getting more and more reps in practice. At the beginning of the second week, I’d switched places in the kick return team with the primary deep man and now I was the one fielding all the kicks and punts in practice. All those reps paid off, I was finding it easier and easier to see the seams develop as I learned to read the blockers at full speed. I was also playing a lot of wide-out, and Jack Baldwin and I had developed a few hand signals that allowed him to adjust my routes, or for me to signal him that I was going to break off the route at a given point. Even without playing, I was having a ball. Winning can do that for you.

After the second game, my folks took my sister and I down to the A&W Drive-In and we celebrated my fourteenth birthday with Papa Burgers and Root Beer Floats. We also invited along my girlfriend, Katie Schultz, who sat with me in the back seat of my family’s new used car, a 1967 four-door Impala. My dad told corny jokes and Katie laughed, because she thought they were funny. Becka and I just rolled our eyes and groaned, which was just the cue that told my dad that we hadn’t heard enough and he kept right on telling bad joke after bad joke.

“Why are elephants gray and wrinkly?” he’d ask. “Have you ever tried to wash and iron an elephant?” Katie laughed and my sister and I groaned.

“One more like that dad, and I am going to lose my burger,” I warned.

“Why do elephants paint their toenails red? To hide in cherry trees of course. Have you ever seen an elephant hiding in a cherry tree? See how good it works?” I opened the back door and pretended to get sick until my mom told me ‘that’s enough’ in that no nonsense voice every mother has. A lot of the team and their families came to the drive-in. After a while, it was time to go home. We drove Katie out to the Schultz Farm and I held her hand as we walked to the door. If my parents hadn’t been sitting twenty yards away, I might have tried to kiss her good night, but no luck.

Back at home, I took a hot bath and got ready for bed. Becka had already gone to bed when I started joined her in the room we share. But before I went to bed, my father wanted to talk to me.

“Grant High is next Friday, up in Wood Ridge. This is your week son. Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth closed. Things are going to heat up for you this week,” he warned. “Judging by the number of reps you’ve been getting in practices this week, I think you are a good bet to start next week.”

“Start?” I asked incredulously. “I haven’t even played yet, Dad. Coach Kennedy won’t play me against a team like Grant. They are undefeated and defending sectional champions. I may not even get to suit up.” I didn’t really think I wouldn’t get to suit up, but I wasn’t sure I’d get a chance to play either. And I had heard that Grant lead the state in felons on the defensive line and most post-game fights. They were mean and dirty and fast. In other words, they were ideal football players.

“You’ll play Paul. You’ll play. Just catch the ball and do what you know how to do. Trust your blockers and keep your feet moving.”

“Yes sir.” I was half hoping he was right and half hoping he was wrong. Here I was the first freshman to ever play for legendary Coach Kennedy at Centerville High, and my dad thought I was going to play in the most important game of the young season. It thrilled me and scared me at the same time. I would hate to let everyone down and look like a spaz out there.

As I climbed into bed, my mind was racing. I didn’t realize that Becka had come over and joined me until she slipped into bed behind me and reach around my waist, seeking my hard cock. This had become a nightly thing. We always used my bed because it was under the open window that brought in the crisp cool fall air and it was also farther away from the wall we shared with our parent’s bedroom. We didn’t want to take the chance they could overhear us.

Becka’s touch brought me to the present. I rolled on my back and slipped my arm around her neck, pulling her sweet face up to mine. We kissed. Her hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and she grabbed my stiff rod with her tender little hand. It was such a welcome sensation. I dropped my hand down the back of her baby doll panties and caressed the smooth globes of her ass. She used this as encouragement to mount my stomach and start riding my cock like a stick pony, rubbing it through our clothes against her warm slit. As usual, it felt fantastic. She put her hands on my chest and sat up. She spread her legs wider until her knees came off the bed and her entire weight was carried by her hands on my pecs and her tender cunt on my shaft. This magnified the pressure and the pleasure of our dry humping. When I got close, I gripped her hips and started really rubbing her against me. And when I felt her about to climax, I slipped both hands under the baby doll top and gripped her nipples and pinched. She put a lot more grind into her bump and grind when I pinched her eraser sized nipples. We came in a flood. After we caught our breath, she pulled my shorts down and licked my shaft clean. I pushed her panties aside and did the same for her damp pussy. Instead of finishing our night and letting us drop off to sleep, tonight it made me even hornier. My hard cock refused to abate. It pulsed and twitched with my heart beat. I was contemplating breaking my rule about fucking my little sister when I heard the first moan. We both froze. Then we heard another. And another. And then a grunt. Our parents were having vigorous sex in the next room. Picturing my attractive mom laying on her marital bed with her legs spread wide in wanton desire made me tense with Oedipal jealousy.

I scooped Becka up and carried her back the her bed. I put my finger over her lips with the universal sign for “shhhhh” and pulled her clothes off. She lay there stark naked, knees up and slightly apart, one hand at her side and the other lightly rubbing her breasts. I kissed her once, deeply and then crept into bed between her legs. I picked her knees up and put them by her chest, spreading her tender cunt in the process. I put the head of my swollen dick against her once-fucked hole and slid it in till our pelvises were matted together. Then I started to fuck her in time with the grunts and moans coming through the wall. Becka bit her pillow and then her fist, all in an effort to keep from crying out with passion. My balls were slapping her ass with each thrust. I carried all my weight on my forearms, so as not to crush her. My ass was pushing my cock deep into her. I wasn’t going to last long, the tight slick channel of my baby sister was going to guarantee that.

As our parents reached their crescendo, so did we. I didn’t care about the consequences, I dumped a huge amount of cum into my sister, instantly lubing up her pussy for even faster and deeper strokes. She came and came and came, squeezing my waist with her knees. We collapsed in a pile, totally sated.

I heard a noise in the hall and froze. I grabbed my shorts and covered the distance across the room in two steps, sliding into bed half a second before out bedroom door opened. I never looked to see who was checking on us, I just played possum and prayed my sister had the good sense to lay still. Then they were gone. Had they heard us like we heard them? Or had they feared we heard their passion cries and come to check to see if we needed some kind of an explanation.

“Good night, Becka. I love you!” I whispered across the darkened bedroom.

“I love you too Pauly. So much.”

We both went to sleep. I spent the weekend working for Mister. There weren’t many harvest chores left for us to do, so we started getting the various fields and farms ready for winter. We hauled hay to the calving barns for the next winter when the new crop was born. We cleaned and serviced the harvest equipment and put it away in the big metal storage shed. Then Rusty and I hitched the flatbed trailer up to the pickup and headed down to the big barn to load up some hay to cart over to the Bradley place. This was the best part of my day. The Bradley place was right next to the Schultz Farm. I should get a chance to see my girlfriend.

We drove slowly by the Schultz Farm and to my great pleasure, Katie was out in the huge front yard playing with her younger sister Kim. We rolled to a stop and I leaned out the window. “Do you lovely young ladies want a genuine hay rack ride?”

“Sure!” chirped Kim running across the yard.

“Let me go ask my mother. Where are you taking the hay?”

“Bradley’s. Right next door.”

“OK, let me check.” She disappeared into the house and almost immediately reappeared. She ran down the lawn and helped her sister climb up the stack. Then she climbed up herself.

“Don’t drive fast, Rust,” I said as I climbed out of the cab. I launched myself up the stack and took a seat on one side of Kim with Katie sitting on the other. As much as I wanted to sit with Katie, I thought it more prudent to keep an eye on her kid sister. Rusty took it slow and we got to the barn with no incidents. We didn’t have to load this hay up in the loft, it was being stored in one of the stalls on the ground floor behind a panel gate. The girls helped a little, kicking bales down to us. Already smitten to the bone by Katie, her willingness to go to work and get a little dirty just raised her up in my esteem. Both girls. I had long since forgiven Kim for telling on me to her parents when I kissed her older sister on the back of the school bus.

Katie brushed the hay off of her shirt and jeans, rubbing her hands down her more than ample breasts. Oh how I wished she had asked me to do that. Kim did the same and I could see Kim had caught the horn-dog eye of my good friend Rusty. Kim was barely developing at 12. But she seemed to sense that Rusty had his eye on her and I’ll be damned if she didn’t flirt with him just a little. Since we had a little time to kill, I gave Rusty a nod and head fake. He got the signal.

“Hey Kim! Race you to the top of the loft!” He took off up the supports on the inside of the barn while she went flying up the ladder. We could hear them jumping around two floors above us. I took the opportunity to pull Katie close and kiss her with all the passion I could muster. I lifted her down off the trailer and led her up and over the stack of hay bales we had just placed in the stall. On the back side was enough room for us to have a little privacy. We were all over each other, kissing and groping. I worked the hem of her shirt out of her jeans and slipped my hands inside, feeling the smooth shape of her waist and back. As we kissed, I explored ever higher until I felt her bra strap on her back. I broke off our kiss with a questioning look. I had never even thought about learning to unhook a bra strap before.

“I don’t know how it unlatches,” I confessed.

“It hooks like this,” she explained crooking two fingers and slipping them into a hole she created with her thumb and forefinger on her other hand. “You unhook it like this.” She pushed her hands together and her crooked fingers slid out of the hole. I felt the bra strap until I found the hooks and eyes and on my third try got one hook undone. I completed the job on my fourth try. Now her breasts were free, though hidden behind her shirt. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it off in one smooth movement. Then she rolled her shoulders forward and I got to see her grown breast for the first time.

At the time, they seemed gigantic. And perfect. In reality, they were hardly larger than a B cup. But they were perfectly shaped, a little rounder on the bottom than the top, with light pink nipples that came to points as hard as thimbles. I didn’t know what to do, so I stared. Then I got brave and pulled her a little closer, so I could brush my fingertips against the sides of her breasts. She tugged on my t-shirt, and I got the hint. I pulled it over my head. She straddled my lap and we kissed, her warm globes pressed against the muscles of my chest. Second base on a stand-up double. We continued to kiss and rub each other and I finally moved my palms around to the front of her chest, cupping each breast with the nipples rubbing holes in my palms. I thought about trying for third when I could hear voices getting closer. Katie slipped into her bra and shirt, standing to tuck the latter back in. I put my t-shirt on and we climbed over the hay bales and were sitting on the side of the trailer when Kim and Rusty made it back to the ground.
“Hey, your shirts on backwards!” pointed Kim, giggling. “Don’t you know how to dress?” Sure enough, my tag was sticking out the front.

“I took it off to shake the hay out of it, I must have slipped it back on wrong.” I took my shirt off, inverted it, and put it back on the right way. “Ready to head back?” Rusty drove us back on the trailer. When we got to the Schultz’s, the girls climbed off the trailer and I climbed back into the cab with Rusty.

“Shook the hay off, huh?” We both had a good laugh.

“You sure spent a lot of time in the hay loft with Kimmy. What’s THAT story?”

“Pauly, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“She told me that if I wanted to, I could kiss her and rub her under her clothes.”

“She did not.”

“She did, I swear!” vowed Rusty.

“Well?”

“Well what?” he asked innocently.

“WELL DID YOU KISS HER AND RUB HER UNDER HER CLOTHES?”

“No,” he laughed. “Not much.” I punched him in the arm. Hard. We both laughed. I knew from my own experience, that given the right circumstances, love could blossom between a young woman and an older boy. I wasn’t about to give him advice to stop.

“Just be careful. She’s awfully young to be messing with. You are sixteen and she’s twelve. Don’t get carried away. You know you can always get your dick sucked by someone older.”

“You mean like by a thirteen year old?”

“Fourteen,” I corrected him. We both laughed.

On Monday practice for Franklin began in earnest. What little frivolity we had shared in previous practices was abandoned. It was all business and woe to the player that wasn’t 100% focused all the time. I got nearly all the reps at wide receiver and for a couple dozen plays, I even played tailback. The only sounds were coaches barking, whistles chirping, and pads popping as we slammed into each other over and over. Tuesday and Wednesday were the same. As Friday night got closer, people in the hallways that I didn’t even know would wish me luck, telling me to take it to Franklin.

On Thursday, the rosters went up for Friday night. Starting on special teams and at wide receiver, for the first time in the history of Centerville High, was freshman phenom Paul David, legacy of local football hero Pete David. My head started to spin, seeing my name on the wall for the first time. I was still in semi-shock when Coach Lenning slapped me on the shoulder.

“If ever there was a young man ready to take on the game of football, it’s you. You are going to do great things, starting tomorrow night.” He slipped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a reassuring hug. “Keep your head on a swivel. After you carry the ball a couple times, every kid on that collection of penal institute refugees is going to try and separate it from your shoulders.”

I confessed to Katie the next morning on the bus that I was supposed to start that night. She hugged me with more excitement than I had shown when I got the news.

“If you win tonight,” she said leaning in, “I am going to…..” Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “do whatever you want. What. Ever.” Then she straightened up, looked me square in the eye and mouthed “Anything you want. Anything.” Of course my dick immediately got harder than Chinese arithmetic. I could barely focus in my classes all day. Even at lunch I was distracted, which my buddies on the pipe crew took advantage of. They tortured me harshly with their jibes. But I didn’t even register them, let alone hear them. They stopped after a while, giving me the space I needed to get my head around the upcoming game.

The bus ride with the team up to Wood Ridge went by quickly. Before I knew it, we were on the field for our pregame warm-ups. Then we headed back into the locker room for our last minute instructions and pep talk. Really, the time was for us to go to the bathroom if we needed to. I needed to. I ducked into one of the stalls and puked my guts out. Nerves. Once I puked I felt much better. I rinsed my mouth out with sink water and rejoined the team.

“Better?” asked Jack. “You were looking a little green when we came in.” I nodded. “Don’t sweat it. I used to puke before every game. Perfectly normal.”

Once we got on the field, Jack and the other captains went to the center of the stadium for the coin toss. As luck would have it, Franklin won the toss and elected to receive. I felt real relief. Our defense held them to three and out and then their punting team trotted on the field.

“Paul David!” I heard the head coach bark. “Get in there; catch the ball, run like hell! You got that? Roscoe 44 on the return. Got that? Now GO!” I sprinted out onto the field and the fans that had followed us up from Centerville cheered. I dropped 40 yards off the line of scrimmage and waited for the ball. But the Franklin punter shanked the punt. Instead of rising majestically into the air, it went wobbling off his foot headed for the sideline twenty yards in front of me. I took off like a shot, timing the bounce of the ball. I was at full speed on the sideline when the ball fell out of the sky and into the basket I made with my arms. I tucked it up under my outside arm and the race was on!

None of the Franklin players expected me to cover the punt. They had let up; certain it was going out of bounds. As a result, they were a step too late in trying to catch me. I flew up the sideline, right in front of the Franklin head coach, Bo Spencer. I was so close I could hear him yelling “Catch that sonofabitch! Catch that sonofabitch!” But they could not. Centerville 6, Franklin 0. I trotted over to the official and handed him the ball and then ran back to our sideline where my team was whooping and hollering. We added the extra point and it was 7-0 with less than two minutes gone in the game.

We kicked off again, and again the defense held and the punt team headed back out onto the field. This time the punter did his job right and the ball fell into my arms on our own 45 yard line. Coach had called for a right side return again so I sprinted to where my wall of blockers had started plowing me a road. I could sense a hole about to open up, took two steps towards the back of my blocker and there it was, pretty as you please. With only their punter to beat, I ran straight at him. He lowered his right shoulder to tackle me and when he started forward, I swiveled my hips and ran around him to the left. Five seconds later I was in the end zone handing the ball over to the officials.

After that, Franklin refused to kick it to me. I could tell that made Coach Kennedy happy. We got the ball on our 35 and started our first drive of the evening. First play was Z-Slot All Go. We’d send every eligible receiver down field and let Jack Baldwin find a target. As I approached the liThe Centerville Warriors won the first two games of the season with little struggle. I didn’t play a down. I stood on the sideline while everyone else got into the game. What made it even more embarrassing was the rain and mud. All of our games were on grass fields, so when people played, they got dirty. If you stood on the sideline without getting in the game, you were easy to spot because you were the only one clean. I was the only one clean, in my all white uniform with black numbers and the twin black stripes on the side seam of each leg. My family came to every game and cheered for everyone else, but they couldn’t cheer for me because I hadn’t played a down.

It was puzzling to me, because as the two weeks had progressed, I seemed to be getting more and more reps in practice. At the beginning of the second week, I’d switched places in the kick return team with the primary deep man and now I was the one fielding all the kicks and punts in practice. All those reps paid off, I was finding it easier and easier to see the seams develop as I learned to read the blockers at full speed. I was also playing a lot of wide-out, and Jack Baldwin and I had developed a few hand signals that allowed him to adjust my routes, or for me to signal him that I was going to break off the route at a given point. Even without playing, I was having a ball. Winning can do that for you.

After the second game, my folks took my sister and I down to the A&W Drive-In and we celebrated my fourteenth birthday with Papa Burgers and Root Beer Floats. We also invited along my girlfriend, Katie Schultz, who sat with me in the back seat of my family’s new used car, a 1967 four-door Impala. My dad told corny jokes and Katie laughed, because she thought they were funny. Becka and I just rolled our eyes and groaned, which was just the cue that told my dad that we hadn’t heard enough and he kept right on telling bad joke after bad joke.

“Why are elephants gray and wrinkly?” he’d ask. “Have you ever tried to wash and iron an elephant?” Katie laughed and my sister and I groaned.

“One more like that dad, and I am going to lose my burger,” I warned.

“Why do elephants paint their toenails red? To hide in cherry trees of course. Have you ever seen an elephant hiding in a cherry tree? See how good it works?” I opened the back door and pretended to get sick until my mom told me ‘that’s enough’ in that no nonsense voice every mother has. A lot of the team and their families came to the drive-in. After a while, it was time to go home. We drove Katie out to the Schultz Farm and I held her hand as we walked to the door. If my parents hadn’t been sitting twenty yards away, I might have tried to kiss her good night, but no luck.

Back at home, I took a hot bath and got ready for bed. Becka had already gone to bed when I started joined her in the room we share. But before I went to bed, my father wanted to talk to me.

“Grant High is next Friday, up in Wood Ridge. This is your week son. Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth closed. Things are going to heat up for you this week,” he warned. “Judging by the number of reps you’ve been getting in practices this week, I think you are a good bet to start next week.”

“Start?” I asked incredulously. “I haven’t even played yet, Dad. Coach Kennedy won’t play me against a team like Grant. They are undefeated and defending sectional champions. I may not even get to suit up.” I didn’t really think I wouldn’t get to suit up, but I wasn’t sure I’d get a chance to play either. And I had heard that Grant lead the state in felons on the defensive line and most post-game fights. They were mean and dirty and fast. In other words, they were ideal football players.

“You’ll play Paul. You’ll play. Just catch the ball and do what you know how to do. Trust your blockers and keep your feet moving.”

“Yes sir.” I was half hoping he was right and half hoping he was wrong. Here I was the first freshman to ever play for legendary Coach Kennedy at Centerville High, and my dad thought I was going to play in the most important game of the young season. It thrilled me and scared me at the same time. I would hate to let everyone down and look like a spaz out there.

As I climbed into bed, my mind was racing. I didn’t realize that Becka had come over and joined me until she slipped into bed behind me and reach around my waist, seeking my hard cock. This had become a nightly thing. We always used my bed because it was under the open window that brought in the crisp cool fall air and it was also farther away from the wall we shared with our parent’s bedroom. We didn’t want to take the chance they could overhear us.

Becka’s touch brought me to the present. I rolled on my back and slipped my arm around her neck, pulling her sweet face up to mine. We kissed. Her hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and she grabbed my stiff rod with her tender little hand. It was such a welcome sensation. I dropped my hand down the back of her baby doll panties and caressed the smooth globes of her ass. She used this as encouragement to mount my stomach and start riding my cock like a stick pony, rubbing it through our clothes against her warm slit. As usual, it felt fantastic. She put her hands on my chest and sat up. She spread her legs wider until her knees came off the bed and her entire weight was carried by her hands on my pecs and her tender cunt on my shaft. This magnified the pressure and the pleasure of our dry humping. When I got close, I gripped her hips and started really rubbing her against me. And when I felt her about to climax, I slipped both hands under the baby doll top and gripped her nipples and pinched. She put a lot more grind into her bump and grind when I pinched her eraser sized nipples. We came in a flood. After we caught our breath, she pulled my shorts down and licked my shaft clean. I pushed her panties aside and did the same for her damp pussy. Instead of finishing our night and letting us drop off to sleep, tonight it made me even hornier. My hard cock refused to abate. It pulsed and twitched with my heart beat. I was contemplating breaking my rule about fucking my little sister when I heard the first moan. We both froze. Then we heard another. And another. And then a grunt. Our parents were having vigorous sex in the next room. Picturing my attractive mom laying on her marital bed with her legs spread wide in wanton desire made me tense with Oedipal jealousy.

I scooped Becka up and carried her back the her bed. I put my finger over her lips with the universal sign for “shhhhh” and pulled her clothes off. She lay there stark naked, knees up and slightly apart, one hand at her side and the other lightly rubbing her breasts. I kissed her once, deeply and then crept into bed between her legs. I picked her knees up and put them by her chest, spreading her tender cunt in the process. I put the head of my swollen dick against her once-fucked hole and slid it in till our pelvises were matted together. Then I started to fuck her in time with the grunts and moans coming through the wall. Becka bit her pillow and then her fist, all in an effort to keep from crying out with passion. My balls were slapping her ass with each thrust. I carried all my weight on my forearms, so as not to crush her. My ass was pushing my cock deep into her. I wasn’t going to last long, the tight slick channel of my baby sister was going to guarantee that.

As our parents reached their crescendo, so did we. I didn’t care about the consequences, I dumped a huge amount of cum into my sister, instantly lubing up her pussy for even faster and deeper strokes. She came and came and came, squeezing my waist with her knees. We collapsed in a pile, totally sated.

I heard a noise in the hall and froze. I grabbed my shorts and covered the distance across the room in two steps, sliding into bed half a second before out bedroom door opened. I never looked to see who was checking on us, I just played possum and prayed my sister had the good sense to lay still. Then they were gone. Had they heard us like we heard them? Or had they feared we heard their passion cries and come to check to see if we needed some kind of an explanation.

“Good night, Becka. I love you!” I whispered across the darkened bedroom.

“I love you too Pauly. So much.”

We both went to sleep. I spent the weekend working for Mister. There weren’t many harvest chores left for us to do, so we started getting the various fields and farms ready for winter. We hauled hay to the calving barns for the next winter when the new crop was born. We cleaned and serviced the harvest equipment and put it away in the big metal storage shed. Then Rusty and I hitched the flatbed trailer up to the pickup and headed down to the big barn to load up some hay to cart over to the Bradley place. This was the best part of my day. The Bradley place was right next to the Schultz Farm. I should get a chance to see my girlfriend.

We drove slowly by the Schultz Farm and to my great pleasure, Katie was out in the huge front yard playing with her younger sister Kim. We rolled to a stop and I leaned out the window. “Do you lovely young ladies want a genuine hay rack ride?”

“Sure!” chirped Kim running across the yard.

“Let me go ask my mother. Where are you taking the hay?”

“Bradley’s. Right next door.”

“OK, let me check.” She disappeared into the house and almost immediately reappeared. She ran down the lawn and helped her sister climb up the stack. Then she climbed up herself.

“Don’t drive fast, Rust,” I said as I climbed out of the cab. I launched myself up the stack and took a seat on one side of Kim with Katie sitting on the other. As much as I wanted to sit with Katie, I thought it more prudent to keep an eye on her kid sister. Rusty took it slow and we got to the barn with no incidents. We didn’t have to load this hay up in the loft, it was being stored in one of the stalls on the ground floor behind a panel gate. The girls helped a little, kicking bales down to us. Already smitten to the bone by Katie, her willingness to go to work and get a little dirty just raised her up in my esteem. Both girls. I had long since forgiven Kim for telling on me to her parents when I kissed her older sister on the back of the school bus.

Katie brushed the hay off of her shirt and jeans, rubbing her hands down her more than ample breasts. Oh how I wished she had asked me to do that. Kim did the same and I could see Kim had caught the horn-dog eye of my good friend Rusty. Kim was barely developing at 12. But she seemed to sense that Rusty had his eye on her and I’ll be damned if she didn’t flirt with him just a little. Since we had a little time to kill, I gave Rusty a nod and head fake. He got the signal.

“Hey Kim! Race you to the top of the loft!” He took off up the supports on the inside of the barn while she went flying up the ladder. We could hear them jumping around two floors above us. I took the opportunity to pull Katie close and kiss her with all the passion I could muster. I lifted her down off the trailer and led her up and over the stack of hay bales we had just placed in the stall. On the back side was enough room for us to have a little privacy. We were all over each other, kissing and groping. I worked the hem of her shirt out of her jeans and slipped my hands inside, feeling the smooth shape of her waist and back. As we kissed, I explored ever higher until I felt her bra strap on her back. I broke off our kiss with a questioning look. I had never even thought about learning to unhook a bra strap before.

“I don’t know how it unlatches,” I confessed.

“It hooks like this,” she explained crooking two fingers and slipping them into a hole she created with her thumb and forefinger on her other hand. “You unhook it like this.” She pushed her hands together and her crooked fingers slid out of the hole. I felt the bra strap until I found the hooks and eyes and on my third try got one hook undone. I completed the job on my fourth try. Now her breasts were free, though hidden behind her shirt. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it off in one smooth movement. Then she rolled her shoulders forward and I got to see her grown breast for the first time.

At the time, they seemed gigantic. And perfect. In reality, they were hardly larger than a B cup. But they were perfectly shaped, a little rounder on the bottom than the top, with light pink nipples that came to points as hard as thimbles. I didn’t know what to do, so I stared. Then I got brave and pulled her a little closer, so I could brush my fingertips against the sides of her breasts. She tugged on my t-shirt, and I got the hint. I pulled it over my head. She straddled my lap and we kissed, her warm globes pressed against the muscles of my chest. Second base on a stand-up double. We continued to kiss and rub each other and I finally moved my palms around to the front of her chest, cupping each breast with the nipples rubbing holes in my palms. I thought about trying for third when I could hear voices getting closer. Katie slipped into her bra and shirt, standing to tuck the latter back in. I put my t-shirt on and we climbed over the hay bales and were sitting on the side of the trailer when Kim and Rusty made it back to the ground.
“Hey, your shirts on backwards!” pointed Kim, giggling. “Don’t you know how to dress?” Sure enough, my tag was sticking out the front.

“I took it off to shake the hay out of it, I must have slipped it back on wrong.” I took my shirt off, inverted it, and put it back on the right way. “Ready to head back?” Rusty drove us back on the trailer. When we got to the Schultz’s, the girls climbed off the trailer and I climbed back into the cab with Rusty.

“Shook the hay off, huh?” We both had a good laugh.

“You sure spent a lot of time in the hay loft with Kimmy. What’s THAT story?”

“Pauly, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“She told me that if I wanted to, I could kiss her and rub her under her clothes.”

“She did not.”

“She did, I swear!” vowed Rusty.

“Well?”

“Well what?” he asked innocently.

“WELL DID YOU KISS HER AND RUB HER UNDER HER CLOTHES?”

“No,” he laughed. “Not much.” I punched him in the arm. Hard. We both laughed. I knew from my own experience, that given the right circumstances, love could blossom between a young woman and an older boy. I wasn’t about to give him advice to stop.

“Just be careful. She’s awfully young to be messing with. You are sixteen and she’s twelve. Don’t get carried away. You know you can always get your dick sucked by someone older.”

“You mean like by a thirteen year old?”

“Fourteen,” I corrected him. We both laughed.

On Monday practice for Franklin began in earnest. What little frivolity we had shared in previous practices was abandoned. It was all business and woe to the player that wasn’t 100% focused all the time. I got nearly all the reps at wide receiver and for a couple dozen plays, I even played tailback. The only sounds were coaches barking, whistles chirping, and pads popping as we slammed into each other over and over. Tuesday and Wednesday were the same. As Friday night got closer, people in the hallways that I didn’t even know would wish me luck, telling me to take it to Franklin.

On Thursday, the rosters went up for Friday night. Starting on special teams and at wide receiver, for the first time in the history of Centerville High, was freshman phenom Paul David, legacy of local football hero Pete David. My head started to spin, seeing my name on the wall for the first time. I was still in semi-shock when Coach Lenning slapped me on the shoulder.

“If ever there was a young man ready to take on the game of football, it’s you. You are going to do great things, starting tomorrow night.” He slipped his arm around my shoulders and gave me a reassuring hug. “Keep your head on a swivel. After you carry the ball a couple times, every kid on that collection of penal institute refugees is going to try and separate it from your shoulders.”

I confessed to Katie the next morning on the bus that I was supposed to start that night. She hugged me with more excitement than I had shown when I got the news.

“If you win tonight,” she said leaning in, “I am going to…..” Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “do whatever you want. What. Ever.” Then she straightened up, looked me square in the eye and mouthed “Anything you want. Anything.” Of course my dick immediately got harder than Chinese arithmetic. I could barely focus in my classes all day. Even at lunch I was distracted, which my buddies on the pipe crew took advantage of. They tortured me harshly with their jibes. But I didn’t even register them, let alone hear them. They stopped after a while, giving me the space I needed to get my head around the upcoming game.

The bus ride with the team up to Wood Ridge went by quickly. Before I knew it, we were on the field for our pregame warm-ups. Then we headed back into the locker room for our last minute instructions and pep talk. Really, the time was for us to go to the bathroom if we needed to. I needed to. I ducked into one of the stalls and puked my guts out. Nerves. Once I puked I felt much better. I rinsed my mouth out with sink water and rejoined the team.

“Better?” asked Jack. “You were looking a little green when we came in.” I nodded. “Don’t sweat it. I used to puke before every game. Perfectly normal.”

Once we got on the field, Jack and the other captains went to the center of the stadium for the coin toss. As luck would have it, Franklin won the toss and elected to receive. I felt real relief. Our defense held them to three and out and then their punting team trotted on the field.

“Paul David!” I heard the head coach bark. “Get in there; catch the ball, run like hell! You got that? Roscoe 44 on the return. Got that? Now GO!” I sprinted out onto the field and the fans that had followed us up from Centerville cheered. I dropped 40 yards off the line of scrimmage and waited for the ball. But the Franklin punter shanked the punt. Instead of rising majestically into the air, it went wobbling off his foot headed for the sideline twenty yards in front of me. I took off like a shot, timing the bounce of the ball. I was at full speed on the sideline when the ball fell out of the sky and into the basket I made with my arms. I tucked it up under my outside arm and the race was on!

None of the Franklin players expected me to cover the punt. They had let up; certain it was going out of bounds. As a result, they were a step too late in trying to catch me. I flew up the sideline, right in front of the Franklin head coach, Bo Spencer. I was so close I could hear him yelling “Catch that sonofabitch! Catch that sonofabitch!” But they could not. Centerville 6, Franklin 0. I trotted over to the official and handed him the ball and then ran back to our sideline where my team was whooping and hollering. We added the extra point and it was 7-0 with less than two minutes gone in the game.

We kicked off again, and again the defense held and the punt team headed back out onto the field. This time the punter did his job right and the ball fell into my arms on our own 45 yard line. Coach had called for a right side return again so I sprinted to where my wall of blockers had started plowing me a road. I could sense a hole about to open up, took two steps towards the back of my blocker and there it was, pretty as you please. With only their punter to beat, I ran straight at him. He lowered his right shoulder to tackle me and when he started forward, I swiveled my hips and ran around him to the left. Five seconds later I was in the end zone handing the ball over to the officials.

After that, Franklin refused to kick it to me. I could tell that made Coach Kennedy happy. We got the ball on our 35 and started our first drive of the evening. First play was Z-Slot All Go. We’d send every eligible receiver down field and let Jack Baldwin find a target. As I approached the line of scrimmage, Jack gave me a look and a sideways nod of his head. He was telling me to cross the middle of the field, seven yards down field and look for the ball when I got right in front of him. Everyone else sprinted down field, drawing the d-backs, safeties and outside linebackers with them. The middle linebacker was staying home, he was the spy. The spy is the player whose job it is to always take the quarterback. When I got the midfield, Jack throw a rope at me that I was able to catch in stride. Whether he saw that middle linebacker or not, I don’t know. I do know that I didn’t see the middle linebacker until I was lying flat on my back under him. He hit me so hard I didn’t even feel the blow. One moment I am running with the ball, a split second later I am wondering what happened to the football field.

As soon as the linebacker climbed off of me, I popped tall. I handed the ball to the official and trotted back to our huddle. The next play was X-Cross-Dog Flip. I was supposed to be a decoy end around with Jack bootlegging the ball around the unguarded side of the line of scrimmage. The ball was hiked, I ran toward the backfield, I felt the ball go into my gut and wrapped my arms around it. No one witnessed Jack slipping the ball out of my folded arms and down along the side of his hip as he continued around the right side. He made a twenty yard romp before being brought down.

And that was how the game went. We were in control early and stayed in control late. Franklin didn’t score until late in the fourth quarter when their starters beat our third string defense. After the game, the third string defense got reamed for giving up a touchdown in a 49-7 rout of the defending sectional champions.

“Well men, the secret is out now. Centerville is a legitimate threat to win a State Championship!” We all roared in appreciation and agreement. We showered up and headed out to our waiting buses. All of the Centerville fans were waiting there for us, to give us congratulatory handshakes and hugs. My girl was among them. Even though I was lugging two giant bags of equipment (freshman!) and my own bag of gear, she hugged me close and whispered this reminder, “Anything you want, remember? I’ll be waiting for you in Centerville when the bus get there. There’s a victory party at Kellerby’s. My folks said I could go if I didn’t stay out past 1 am. Go ask your parents if you can go too.”

I threw my bags on the bus with the heap of everyone else’s gear. Then I weaved through the crowd to my family and gave them all hugs, even my dad. “Thanks pops! You made it easy for me tonight. By the way, there’s a victory party at Kellerby’s, can we go?”

“That party is just for high school kids, son. And you might be a little too young for something like that.” I didn’t try to argue or whine. My dad was always right. I glanced over to Katie and shook my head just enough to send her the message. “But you really did have a great game and your buddies will all want to tell you so. You’ve got work in the morning, and Mister expects an honest day’s work out of you. Be home by 1 and NO DRINKING.”

“Thanks dad!” He pulled me in close.

“And remember what I said about using a condom. If that look you gave Katie was the look I thought you gave Katie, you make double damn sure you wear a condom with her. Savvy?” I nodded yes, only a little embarrassed. Then I climbed on the bus and rode home in boisterous delirium with the rest of the Warriors. When we arrived back at Centerville High, all the players had to put their gear away before they could leave. As they emerged from the building, they would greet their girlfriends with hugs or their buddies with handshakes. Everyone was headed out to Kellerby’s. My family wasn’t there, but the Schultzes were.

“Daddy, can we give Paul a ride to the party?” He said he was glad to. I thought for a moment that the whole Schultz clan was going to stay, but instead Katie was given orders to telephone home when we needed to be picked up. Under no circumstances were we to drink and other new circumstances were we to get in a car with someone who had been drinking. We agreed to those rules and walked up to the front door, which was standing wide open to let some of the noise and smell out and some cool, clean air in. Katie and I found a couple of icy cold bottles of Coca Cola and we found a quiet corner with one open seat. So I sat down and Katie sat on my lap, still wearing her freshman cheer outfit. People started coming over to shake my hand. It felt kind of weird to have so many people want to talk to me. The real hero of the game was Jack Baldwin of course. He was the winning quarterback. He threw for four touchdowns and ran for one. He scored five times to my two. But I seemed to be getting more attention. Finally I had enough. It was after 11 and in spite of the noise and excitement, I was dead tired.

“Do you want to go for a walk and get some fresh air?” I asked Katie.

“Sure. Let’s head down to Veterans Park.” We slipped out the back door and walked around the house, hand in hand. Veterans Park was only a block and a half from Kellerby’s. When we got there, we made our way to the very center of the park, where a thick stand of trees shaded half a dozen picnic tables. We sat on one of those tables and listened to the night sounds.

“I told you I’d do anything you wanted, if you won. You won, so you can tell me to do whatever you want.” My heart leaped. I leaned over and kissed her and she kissed me back. After a few heated moments, I reached down to the hem of her sweater and pulled it up over her head, revealing her bra covered breasts. I reached around her and unlatched her bra with far greater success than the first time. I could barely make out the features of her luscious tits but I leaned in and suckled each breast in turn. She pressed her chest against my mouth, eager to get more of her breasts into my mouth. It was driving me wild. I put my hand between her legs and started to scratch and stroke her inner thighs, each time getting higher and higher until I brushed against her pantie covered slit. She responded by opening her legs wider, allowing me easier access. It took a bit of fumbling on my part to get my hand down her panties to enjoy the fruits of a natural garden. She was already slick with anticipation. When my hand touched her button, her hand found my hardened cock. She rubbed it through my pants. I knelt down before her and slipped her panties down her legs and off of her feet. Then I buried my face in that sweet hairy teen box. She moaned and gripped my head with both hands, pulling it hard into her groin. I attacked her with my tongue, eager to get her juices to flow so I could drink them all up. Her slit was already on high alert and didn’t need much coaching to flood the gates for me. She bucked and moaned, pushing and pulling my head around to various angles, eager to cum and cum and cum again.

With a hard shove, she pushed my head away from her groin and then continued to spasm with aftershocks from my oral ministrations.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! That’s so incredible!” she panted while I grinned a stupid grin. “Let me do you next. But you have to be patient with me, I am nowhere near as good. I’ve never actually put a penis in my mouth.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. You can do it with your hand if you want.”

“No, I am going to give my first blow job to the first boy I ever loved.”

She wiggled off of the picnic table and pushed me back onto it. Then she nearly ripped my fly off of my jeans as she tried to access my package. She pulled my cock out, licked it once from root to tip, and then shoved it down her throat like she’d been sucking dicks her entire life. It was too much for me. She bobbed three times and I blasted off like a rocket to Mars. She coughed and sputtered but kept her lips sealed around my dick. She swallowed over and over, milking my cock with her throat as she did, sending more cum into her stomach. When I was completely spent, she stood up, scooping a little cum that had leaked from the corners of her lips. This she swallowed as well.

“Now are you ready for what comes next?” she asked as she climbed up onto my lap. “I know I am.”

The feeling of her hot tight pussy lips kissing my cock shaft was enough to return me to full glory. I remembered what my father had told me. “I don’t have a condom. We should wait.”

“I do. My mom insisted I start carrying them around as soon as she heard my cousin was having sex with that college guy. I’ve never used them before, but I sure would like to use a couple now.” She climbed off of me and picked up her small purse from the ground. She pulled out a string of five condoms. I was super hard again and had no trouble rolling the rubber sleeve around my cock as soon as I figured out how it unrolled.

“Are you sure you are ready for this? There’s no going back once it’s done,” I warned her.

“I am SO ready for this. Please make me into a real woman. Please Paul. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Katie Schultz. I love you too.” I laid her on her back on that picnic table and stood between her legs. I pressed the head of my cock against her hot and slick pussy and it found the natural entrance. I pushed in two inches and met resistance.

“That’s my maidenhead. You are going to have to just push through it. Do it!” she instructed. I pulled out and thrust in harder. Then harder yet. I felt her virginity yield and continued my strokes until I was well and truly buried. The condom made it easier for me to maintain some semblance of control. Without it, I am sure I would have climaxed in just a few strokes. I could feel her passion rising and it matched mine. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I shoved my cock deep into her womb and let fly a torrent of cum. So much cum poured out I was afraid it would overwhelm the condom and burst it. I needn’t have worried. Spent and shaking, I fell forward, kissing her face and panting as well.

“That was the best first time any girl could ever hope to have,” she assured me. “Bjorn Thorhammer. Any girl that tries to ride your lightning hammer has me to worry about. In a few days, when I am not so sore, I am going to want to ride it again. You have been warned.”
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