says in my ear, low and husky. I freeze.
After a moment of silence, I get, “Hello?” His normal voice.
“Hi,” I say, finally.
He chuckles.
“Surprised?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll make this quick. I just wanted to remind you what you can do. I’m looking forward to being impressed today.”
“You’re coming?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll wear your favorite outfit.”
I smile. The last few preseason games, he’s shown up in his regular clothes, with friends. “Coming alone?”
“No, actually.”
“Okay.” I don’t ask him to explain why his friends won’t care if he dresses like a woman in public. If anyone can explain, Lee can. “I’ll see you there, then.”
“Make me proud.” For that, he goes back to the husky feminine voice, and I’m shivering just a bit as I hang up.
I’m all ready to explain to Randy that it was a friend of mine from out of town, but he’s still holding his head and moaning, and doesn’t seem to care.
Game time is crazy, the stadium’s packed and fans going nuts, but I spot Lee in the stands almost immediately. He’s halfway up the student section, in blouse and skirt, talking with friends. We don’t acknowledge each other, but I know he sees me see him. With that done, I turn my full attention to the game.
I’ve been getting better through the preseason, but this game is something else. I can’t even say for sure what’s different, not until later. All I know is I’m remembering everything and I’m hungry for the ball. I understand for the first time what they mean when they say that the game comes to you. It’s an amazing feeling.
I pick off three passes before they stop throwing to my side, and bust more plays than I can count. I even save a touchdown when I force a fumble from their running back. Mike gets torched twice for scores, but we win by a field goal anyway.
Coach gives me the game ball—my first one ever. I take it with me that night even though it’s stupid, I could be recognized, but I don’t care. I want him to see it.
Of course, when I get to the apartment, there are a couple other balls that demand my attention. Our clothes don’t last long, and pretty soon we’re on the bed and playing and talking a bit like we do. He makes some remarks about me getting lucky, and finally I say, “I’m not lucky, I’m good.”
His foxy, cocky grin stretches from ear to ear. “I told you you were,” he says.
“So, what,” I ask, still capable of speech because although we are naked and nibbing pretty heavily against each other, he hasn’t yet reached over for the lube to finish off our little play. I’m so jazzed inside I almost don’t need it. “You got some Bull Durham thing goin’ on here?”
He laughs. “I’m not that old. Do I look it?” His paw reaches to the side table.
There goes my speech center. I just shake my head. Something cool slides along my cock. Anticipation and arousal have me twitching and squirming, so I take it out on his erection, since he’s takin’ his sweet time. He squirms a bit, then leans in and says, “Do I feel that old?” as he sits back on me and oh dear god everything just melts away for those glorious few minutes.
When I finish my shower, he’s lying under the covers, and I grab my football before joining him. He raises an eyebrow. “I’m not that loose,” he says.
I flip if to him and he bobbles it, catches it against his chest. “Game ball?”
“Yeah.” I scoot under the covers and grin. No, more than a grin; I can’t stop my teeth from showing.
He looks shrewdly up at me. ‘Your timing was off for most of the third quarter. When you thought they weren’t going to throw to your side, you got lazy.”
“They weren’t throwing to my side,” I point out.
“Doesn’t mean you can take plays off.”
My ears go back, just a little. “It was hot out there.”
He turns the ball over in his paws. “Hot on both sides of the field.”
I slump back against the
After a moment of silence, I get, “Hello?” His normal voice.
“Hi,” I say, finally.
He chuckles.
“Surprised?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll make this quick. I just wanted to remind you what you can do. I’m looking forward to being impressed today.”
“You’re coming?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll wear your favorite outfit.”
I smile. The last few preseason games, he’s shown up in his regular clothes, with friends. “Coming alone?”
“No, actually.”
“Okay.” I don’t ask him to explain why his friends won’t care if he dresses like a woman in public. If anyone can explain, Lee can. “I’ll see you there, then.”
“Make me proud.” For that, he goes back to the husky feminine voice, and I’m shivering just a bit as I hang up.
I’m all ready to explain to Randy that it was a friend of mine from out of town, but he’s still holding his head and moaning, and doesn’t seem to care.
Game time is crazy, the stadium’s packed and fans going nuts, but I spot Lee in the stands almost immediately. He’s halfway up the student section, in blouse and skirt, talking with friends. We don’t acknowledge each other, but I know he sees me see him. With that done, I turn my full attention to the game.
I’ve been getting better through the preseason, but this game is something else. I can’t even say for sure what’s different, not until later. All I know is I’m remembering everything and I’m hungry for the ball. I understand for the first time what they mean when they say that the game comes to you. It’s an amazing feeling.
I pick off three passes before they stop throwing to my side, and bust more plays than I can count. I even save a touchdown when I force a fumble from their running back. Mike gets torched twice for scores, but we win by a field goal anyway.
Coach gives me the game ball—my first one ever. I take it with me that night even though it’s stupid, I could be recognized, but I don’t care. I want him to see it.
Of course, when I get to the apartment, there are a couple other balls that demand my attention. Our clothes don’t last long, and pretty soon we’re on the bed and playing and talking a bit like we do. He makes some remarks about me getting lucky, and finally I say, “I’m not lucky, I’m good.”
His foxy, cocky grin stretches from ear to ear. “I told you you were,” he says.
“So, what,” I ask, still capable of speech because although we are naked and nibbing pretty heavily against each other, he hasn’t yet reached over for the lube to finish off our little play. I’m so jazzed inside I almost don’t need it. “You got some Bull Durham thing goin’ on here?”
He laughs. “I’m not that old. Do I look it?” His paw reaches to the side table.
There goes my speech center. I just shake my head. Something cool slides along my cock. Anticipation and arousal have me twitching and squirming, so I take it out on his erection, since he’s takin’ his sweet time. He squirms a bit, then leans in and says, “Do I feel that old?” as he sits back on me and oh dear god everything just melts away for those glorious few minutes.
When I finish my shower, he’s lying under the covers, and I grab my football before joining him. He raises an eyebrow. “I’m not that loose,” he says.
I flip if to him and he bobbles it, catches it against his chest. “Game ball?”
“Yeah.” I scoot under the covers and grin. No, more than a grin; I can’t stop my teeth from showing.
He looks shrewdly up at me. ‘Your timing was off for most of the third quarter. When you thought they weren’t going to throw to your side, you got lazy.”
“They weren’t throwing to my side,” I point out.
“Doesn’t mean you can take plays off.”
My ears go back, just a little. “It was hot out there.”
He turns the ball over in his paws. “Hot on both sides of the field.”
I slump back against the
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