“I need your cock inside me, Dan,” I whisper.
Dan’s cock is hard and ready. His pants come off, thrown onto the floor in a frenzy.
“I need you right now, Dan,” I moan. “I can’t wait any longer.”
His fingers move aside and the thick head of his cock presses against me in my most delicate area, right up against my outer lips.
“I need you!” I cry out, and Dan finally obeys, done with teasing me.
The head of his immensely thick cock slides into me easily. Soon, the rest of it follows, ever so slowly.
I cry out as I take the entire length into me. It’s never felt this good before.
The covers fly off onto the floor as Dan flicks it off with a single throw from his arm, a single powerful movement. It was becoming uncomfortably hot, and now we’re going to fuck in the open air of the bedroom, slightly cool, but we’re generating enough heat.
Dan’s moving into me slowly, in and out, his strong hips rocking against me gently.
His hands are on my breasts, now cupping my face. He looks me directly in the eyes.
“Faster!” I cry out, desperate for the entire experience.
Dan obeys, and increases the speed that he’s thrusting into me with.
The pleasure is intense. It feels like an intense ache and desire that’s finally once and for all being fulfilled. Nothing has ever felt better than this, and it’s hard to imagine that anything else ever could, not in a thousand years.
But I suddenly realize I want to be with Dan. And this isn’t like before, but I realize that I really, really want to be with him… for a long, long time, forever perhaps.
He’s staring deep into my eyes and I’m staring back, biting my lip, trying to keep relatively silent, but the moans escape from me no matter what I try to do.
Dan’s grunting softly in pleasure, deep masculine grunts as his cock fills me over and over.
“On your back,” growls Dan, and he helps me onto my stomach, since he knows I like it like this.
His cock is pressed against my ass, which suddenly feels sexy for the first time in a while. Sometimes it takes the strong desire of a real man to make you feel sexy again, and that’s exactly what he’s doing to me.
I see him staring at the side of my breast that’s pushed into the mattress, which feels pleasurable and comfortable to me, the soft padding enveloping my body the way only a foam pad can. But what really feels good is when Dan presses down his torso onto my back, and again I feel that my back is sexy and slim, curved in just the right way. Dan’s running his fingers down my back, tracing my spine.
A moment later, his cock is against me, and now it’s entering me, filling my pussy deliciously.
“Oh my God!” I cry out as his cock his a completely new spot. Before Dan, I never suspected I could have vaginal-only orgasms, without any extra stimulation, but trust me, once you feel the real thing, the real deal, with a real connection with the guy, there’s no going back, and there’s no more doubting. I feel it and I know it. There’s nothing else to compare it to.
He’s pounding into me fast now, letting his body rest on me. He’s holding onto me with his hands, pulling my body down onto his cock as he slams into me. His body makes a sound as it hits my ass, my legs.
“Oh Dan!” I cry out, oblivious to how loud I am. (It’s a good thing the walls are very sound proof, and no sound can escape.)
“You’re so fucking sexy, Chloe,” growls Dan.
I’m getting close to coming now.
It floods me unexpectedly, just like the last time, hitting me suddenly as if something inside me suddenly pops, the orgasm breaking forth from its shell where it was lying dormant, hidden away.
Just after it breaks, Dan increases his pace.
“Oh my God!” I cry out, my hands wrapping around Dan’s strong huge back, clutching him as if for dear life, as he slams into me. I need him inside me, constantly, quickly, thrusting into me with all his power.
“I’m not going to let you get away with just two,” growls Dan, his cock still raging hard, as he pulls me up and guides me gently to the edge of the bed.
He pulls my legs down to the floor so that my feet are resting on the ground, with my body lying on the bed. I’m face down, my ass facing up right on the corner of the bed.
Dan stands behind me, sliding his cock into me greedily, grunting as he fills me again.
He doesn’t waste any time this time. He’s got his hands on the sides of my back, gripping me tightly, his cock piercing me in a complete fury.
I cry out and Dan grunts and we fall into the most intense fucking I’ve ever experienced, Dan moving in a blur of speed and power behind me. My face is down into the bed, and I turn it now so that I look back and see Dan behind me, out of the corner of my eyes. He’s standing, his muscles tensed, the look of compete desire and concentration on his face, in his eyes, down to his pupils.
There’s no breaking his concentration. He thrusts into me with such power that it hurts a little, but that’s it, the orgasm breaking again, easily this time.
It’s even more pleasurable than the last one, if that’s even possible.
“Don’t stop!” I cry out, even though Dan’s not showing any signs of stopping. I guess I’m just becoming frantic at the idea that he might suddenly stop.
Dan’s breathing heavily. I can tell that he’s close to coming, but I know that he can hold off for me. That’s the type of man he is. He’s a real man. He can do it. He’s strong enough, with an iron clad will that can surpass all other obstacles, even though his body is already steel-tough strong, his muscles like iron bands, thick and hard and with an incredible tensile strength.
Dan slams into me repeatedly as the orgasm overtakes me completely. I’m crying out and screaming and moaning and I lose track momentarily of where I am. The only thing I know is that Dan’s thrusting hard into me. The only thing I know is his body and his thick cock.
Finally, the brunt of the orgasm is over. I want more. I want to keep his cock inside me forever. But this one was so deeply satisfying that I’m OK for now.
It’s time for Dan to come. He grunts as he removes his cock from me. I instantly miss it, but I’m also satisfied already.
I sit up on the bed, kneeling before Dan, my knees sinking into the mattress. Dan stands in front of me, his hand on his cock, moving it back and forth furiously.
I take his cock in my two small hands, and use both of them to milk his cock, pulling the come from it. Dan grunts as he comes, his cock spurting its thick load in ropes and ropes that shoot out at me, landing on my breasts.
Dan strokes my hair gently as his breathing slowly starts to slow down.
“Wow,” he says.
“Wow is right,” I say.
Dan helps me clean off with a tissue, and the two of us crawl into bed, completely naked.
I curl up in the crook of Dan’s arm, placing my hand on his strong chest. His skin feels warm and wonderful. As we start to cool off, Dan pulls the thick blanket off from the floor where he tossed it, and places it gently over the two of us. I’ve never felt so calm or at peace. Dan’s arm is around me and it’s thick and strong, powerful and muscular, and I’m safe.
Dan
Well, I didn’t exactly follow Coach’s recommendation to avoid sex, or to go easy. Not in the least bit. Chloe nearly took everything I had, but despite all that, I’m feeling unusually clear headed and limber in the morning.
I head over to the stadium bright and early, letting Chloe and her daughter Scout sleep in. I don’t want to wake them up so early, so I grab coffee and a couple breakfast sandwiches on the way to the stadium, rather than cooking. Unlike other athletes, I’m not too picky about my food, and I don’t have any kind of special dietary requirements or weird rituals that I follow in terms of food or anything else. I’m just not that kind of person. I’m more practical. I figure I just need calories and protein and carbs before a game in order to perform well. Coffee helps too, but I don’t o
verdo it. Don’t want to be jittery with a ball in your hands sprinting through defensemen.
The city skyline looks strangely gorgeous in the morning sun. I normally don’t think it looks like much, but I feel like Chloe and Scout have given it a new perspective for me in a way, in that I’m able to somewhat see it through their eyes.
I arrive again before everyone. Only Coach is here.
“Step into my office,” he says, gruffly.
“What’s up, Coach?” I say, sitting down heavily into the rickety chair in front of his dusty desk, full of old battered trophies that for some reason look like they’ve fallen off a truck, or been run through the dryer. He’s a weird guy, Coach, and a bit of a slob, the kind of person who has a way of half-destroying everything he touches, everything in his possession.
“This is the big one,” says Coach, following his words with a pregnant pause that seems to go on for eternity.
“Yup,” I say, nodding my head. I don’t know where he’s going with this. So far, it just sounds like some generic movie stuff. I mean, come on, football is important to me, but really it’s a business, above all else. And Coach knows this.
“This is a real important one for us,” says Coach.
I nod my head, not bothering to say anything this time. How can I respond to all these clichés?
“Look, Coach,” I say. “With all due respect, I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s some straight talk right there,” says Coach.
I nod my head.
“It’s just that I’m under a lot of pressure from the sponsors to win today’s game. And I know you’ve been working on your footwork and everything, I just wanted to say that I’m really… pleased with the effort you’ve been putting in, even if you did take those days off.”
That sentence could have gone, “take those days off to care for your sick and elderly mother,” but this is probably the first compliment I’ve ever gotten from Coach, so I’m just going to let it exist as it is.
“Thanks, Coach,” I say. “Are we done here?”
Coach nods stiffly. Even in his compliment, he was gruff and displeased, his eyebrows perpetually thick and pointed together, painting his face into a frown.
Conversations between me and Coach never go like they do in the movies, where the coach is either a tough guy but caring underneath. No, it’s nothing like that. He’s really just an asshole who’s taken years to recognize the hard work and effort we’re all, including me, putting into the team.
I shake my head as I walk from the room. I didn’t even need to work on my footwork, and Coach should know that. But, hell, he might just make us win, though, with all the work he’s been putting us through. And he’s a real master of strategy, coming up with plays that no one else can, always able to surprise the other team, no matter what, no matter who we’re playing.
I head into the locker room where I’m the only one there.
I strip off my clothes, and stand here naked, looking down at my muscles. Being naked makes me think of Chloe, who might still be asleep right now, or she might just be waking up, thinking about the night we spent together last night.
She was so hot, so inspiring, so naked and so raw. There’s nothing that’s ever compared to her, and that experience last night. I could spend the rest of my life with her naked in bed, my cock buried inside her.
I look down and see my cock growing. I feel the warmth spreading up from my groin into my body as my breathing grows hotter and heavier. The images of her naked breasts flash before my eyes. The feeling of her pussy gripped around my cock, her tight warm tunnel… I can almost still feel it wrapped around my cock. My cock is rock hard now, the head massive, the sides full of veins, hard as a rock and hot to the touch.
My fingers wrap around it almost instinctually. I wonder if I shouldn’t have woken Chloe up this morning and given her a morning fuck. That would have given me some good luck for the game.
I know this erection isn’t going to go away, not with last night’s performance from Chloe. Not that it was a performance. It wasn’t like she was acting at all. That was the real thing, raw and passionate, unbridled and sexy as hell.
There’s no one here, and no one’s going to be coming into the locker room for a while, so I just stand here in front of my locker, slowly moving my fist around my cock.
I straighten my legs, tightening my muscles. My abs contract as I concentrate on what she looked like last night. I imagine that she’s straddling me as I stand up here, her tight tunnel gripping down on my cock, her hands holding each other around my broad back. I imagine that she’s moaning and screaming here in the locker room, and I imagine the way she would feel, her flesh naked. For some reason, I imagine that she’s still wearing her bra, a sports bra to be exact, since I’ve always found those really hot on women, the way they make their breasts look, and the sleekness of the material, the tautness. I imagine that material, with her breasts inside them, soft and plush, pressing against my chest.
My fist is moving fast now, almost in a blur, as I close my eyes and I star to come, thick ropes of come shooting out of my cock, flying all the way over to my locker, where it sticks.
I breathe out a big sigh of relief. But I know I won’t really be satisfied until I’m deep inside her again, inside my precious Chloe. There’s something incredibly special about her, incredibly sexy and almost impossibly hot. She can make me think thoughts and feel ways that no other woman ever could, not in a thousand years.
I grab some toilet paper and wipe down the locker. Now I head into the shower, where I spend at least twenty minutes with the hot water hitting my back, just thinking about… well, about Chloe. I don’t “have my head in the game,” as they say. Not in the least bit. I normally like to think in a meditative way about the upcoming game, the way an ancient warrior would meditate before a battle. After all, football is the modern battlefield, and we’re almost like warriors, in a way. That’s how some people look at us. Me, I’m a little more practical. It’s just a job, really, albeit an interesting and athletic one, one that happens to require a lot of strategy and intelligence, as well as good physical conditioning.
Finally, I get out and towel off. And, finally, the rest of the team shows up.
“Finally you guys are here,” I say, not bothering to cover up my naked body as I towel off. That’s typical of the football locker room. A lot of nudity, and we all make jokes about each other’s cocks and how big or small they are.
“There he is, the running back with the monster cock,” says someone, and everyone laughs.
“It’s what keeps us winning,” I say. “The lucky cock.”
“They’re just scared of what you’re going to do to their girlfriends.”
“I don’t do that anymore,” I say. Not that I fucked anyone’s girlfriend, at least not that I know of… Anyway, I’ve got Chloe now. I don’t need anyone else. I just have to tell Chloe how I feel about her… There does seem to be a bit of hesitation deep inside her, and I wonder again what that’s about, but the thought quickly fades away. After all, now that the football team is here, with everyone stripping down, joking, and shouting, and generally getting pumped up for the game, it’s easy to let football start to overtake my thoughts again. And I want it to, since I need to try to get my head in the game as much as possible, considering how much I’ve been thinking about Chloe. I hope the game goes OK without my concentration at its peak…
“No more?” says someone.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“I’ve got someone new,” I say. “Someone special.”
“I heard she’s already got a kid.”
“Damn, man, you move fast, Dan. You already got her pregnant?”
“It’s not mine,” I say, pulling on my jock strap and doing my best to tuck my soft but big cock into place.
“I thought you said she’s a girl from your past? You hooked up with her before right?”
“Damn, so this is
your kid from before?”
“What?” I say. “No…”
But…
But doesn’t the timing add up?
I’m lost in my own thoughts for the hours leading up to the game. Could Scout be my daughter? The thought, the seed coming from a casual comment, a joke really, won’t leave me, and it hits me like a concrete mixing truck smashing a squirrel on the highway.
Before I know it, the game is about to start. I’m lining up on the field, and we’re all in position, wearing our gear, the sun breaking through the clouds right in time for the start of the game. I’ve been lost in my own thoughts, thinking about Chloe and her daughter Scout, and the strangeness of the timing…
I hope I can concentrate on the game enough to make it through.
I stare at the stands somewhat absent mindedly, as if I’ll be able to pick out Chloe and Scout from the crowd, but obviously there are so many people there’s just no way. Even with good seats, you’ll never see anyone. Especially with the lights, the camera in the way, and everyone yelling at you.
The crowds always blend into a dull roar, becoming nothing more than background to the game at hand. But this time I know that Chloe and Scout are out there, two very special people to me.
The game seems to go by in a blur.
“Get your head in the game, asshole,” more than one teammate yells at me.
“Shit,” I say, muttering under my breath.
The ball is snapped.
The crowd is roaring. But this time I can hear them. This isn’t good. They’re supposed to be fading into the background. I’m not supposed to be aware of them at all.
This isn’t supposed to be happening.
I can’t remember what play we’re in.
But all I can think about is Chloe and Scout. Is she my daughter?
Is she my daughter?
Is she my daughter?
The question pierces my skull and distracts me, rips my concentration away from football.
The quarterback hands me the ball, a clean hand off, but I’m barely paying attention. I almost fumble the ball.
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