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Football is my Life
Transgender fiction by [email protected]
The following is a work of adult erotic fiction, intended for consumption
by adults. If you are too young to be reading such things, or live in an
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I was always immersed in football. My father played as part of the famous
"fireplug line" at his University in Texas. Football was on TV constantly.
We went to games. My mother, a petite woman, was a football cheerleader.
She was the one that was always flying in the air, tossed by the male
cheerleaders. When I was old enough, my father put me in pee-wee football.
I was kind of small for my age, but the teams were broken down into weight
classes, and I was a decent running back. When I reached High School, I
was a great running back, but still kind of small. As a Freshman, the
coach played me several times. I was clobbered every time I was tackled.
The last game I played in High School put me in the hospital emergency
ward with a broken collar bone. The coach offered to let me stay on the
team, but as "equipment manager" instead of as a player. My father was
beside himself, but it was ok with me. As part of the staff of the team, I
got the varsity letter that all the players got, but, more importantly, I
got to hobnob with the coaches and help out on the field. When it came
time for College, my father made a call and I was accepted into his Alma
Matter. Even better than that, I was invited to be equipment manager for
the team!
The first day I showed up, I realized how different College football is
from High School ball. The players are a LOT larger. They also don't know
you. I didn't know them either, so I did my best to keep my head down and
just go with the flow. One day the coach assigned me to help the offensive
coach train the offensive line the plays. After a day or so, I knew them
all. Very nice guys, all very friendly.
Soon enough, it was time for the home opener. Our quarterback, a tall
black guy named Shawn, with the biggest hands I have ever seen, was a
returning All-American and now a senior. We had high hopes when we stepped
on the field. But, Shawn played very badly. The coach yelled at him the
entire game. It was if his mind was on something else.
The following day, the coach told us that Shawn had broken up with his
girlfriend, Therese, an hour before the game, and it threw him completely
off. Each of us was to watch for Shawn throughout the week, and make sure
she stays away from him. He even passed out her picture. Throughout the
week, Shawn was not alone, until he went to bed. As a senior, and the
quarterback, Shawn got his own apartment, which was actually like a suite
(living room, bedroom, den) than what the rest of us had (one small room
with 2 large players).
The next game was an away game. We left on Friday night. The coach told me
that I was bunking with Shawn. Ordinarily, the quarterback would get his
own room. When I asked, I was told that I was Shawn's body-guard, and no
Therese visits or calls should reach Shawn until after the game. The coach
also told me that Shawn had his pick of body-guards, and asked for me
specifically because I was "smarter than all the other choices combined."
That night Shawn and I went over the plays until the assistant coach
knocked on the door at 10:45 and announced "lights out in 15 minutes." I
went into the bathroom to change into some sleeping shorts. When I came
out, Shawn had produced a bottle of Jack Daniels and was pouring a second
glass.
"Tracey, I find this calms me down before a game, and makes me fall asleep
easier. Join me in a drink." Shawn said.
We toasted the team, and I drank down the whiskey. It was smooth. I laid
down and fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning I woke up with an odd taste in my mouth, probably from
the whiskey. I felt very relaxed. Shawn remarked that he felt "relaxed and
focused." That afternoon, Shawn was back to his former glory. We trounced
the other team. After dinner, the coach pulled me aside and congratulated
me on my good work. We weren't going back home until Sunday morning. When
Shawn and I were ready to hit the sack, he poured us another pair of
drinks which we toasted to celebrate the days' victory. I laid down and
fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning I awoke with the same odd taste in my mouth. It was
definitely from the whiskey.
The next weekend we were on the road again, and I was bunking with Shawn
again. Only one overnight stay, before the game. Same drinks. Same odd
taste. I was getting used to it by now.
The next weekend we were at home. The coach didn't think Shawn needed a
bodyguard any longer, since Therese had not been heard from. The game was
a disaster. Shawn told the coach that he was "anxious" and didn't sleep
well the previous night.
The following weekend, we were back on the road. To my surprise, I was
bunked with Shawn. The coach was a superstitious guy, and figured
something about me being in Shawn's room was causing Shawn to play better.
The night before the game, Shawn was uneasy. But, we had our Jack Daniels
and went to bed. I fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning I woke up kind of sore, but no odd taste in my mouth.
Shawn told me that I tripped over the bed in the middle of the night on my
way to the bathroom. Of course, I didn't remember it. That afternoon,
Shawn played great. The coach pulled me aside and said I was "the charm".
That night, Shawn and I toasted the win. I went to sleep almost
immediately. The next morning, I woke up kind of queasy and not well. When
I went to the bathroom to take a shit, my ass hurt. I mentioned it to
Shawn, who said that he had the same problem, and it was probably from the
spicy mexican food we had the night before.
The next weekend, we were at home. Shawn played badly. The coach told me I
was moving into Shawn's apartment, and the University's crew had already
converted the den into a bedroom. This was majorly good news for me, since
that meant I'd have my own private room, and wouldn't have to continue to
bunk with my current roomie, a 300 pound center with questionable hygiene.
Shawn told me that I was more than welcome to the room, in light of how
well we got along. Of course, he couldn't say anything else, because the
coach demanded it.
When I moved in, Shawn and I had a toast of Whiskey that first night. I
fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. I woke up the next morning
with a blanket thrown over me, and that odd taste in my mouth from the
whiskey. The next day was a road trip. Shawn and I bunked together. We had
our Jack Daniels before going to bed. Shawn woke up the next morning fresh
and focused. I woke up with both of my legs and my ass kind of sore. He
said I fell out of the bed again, and spent most of the night in the
bathroom. Of course, I didn't remember much of it. We won the game. Shawn
played great.
That night we were back to our apartment. We toasted the win with some
Jack Daniels. I had some strange dreams, which was unusual for me. I awoke
on the floor next to my bed. I was naked, and had shit on the floor. Very
embarassed, I quickly cleaned up the mess and said nothing to Shawn.
During the week, we did our own things. I got someone older to buy me a
replacement bottle of Jack Daniels as a gift to Shawn. When I gave it to
him, he gave me a big hug. He's affectionate that way.
Towards the end of the week, I found Shawn's digital camera on the living
room floor. Figuring there would be some pictures from the recent trips, I
turned it on to see them. The first picture showed Shawn getting a blow
job from someone with dark hair, which might have been Therese. It was
shot from his point of view, looking down. I had never actually seen
Shawn's cock erect in person. In the picture, it was obviously HUGE. at
least 8" of it was outside of her mouth. There were more pictures, and
then a video of the same dark haired girl giving him a blow job.
At the end of the video Shawn pulled back, told her to stick out her
tongue, and then coated her tongue with his come. His cock was over 10"
long, and his come came out like a firehose. When he was finished coming,
he tilted back her head so the camera could see her face. It wasn't
Therese. She looked like my sister, but with long dark hair. Come covered
her lips. She pulled her tongue back in, then curled it around her lips,
licking off the come. She smiled broadly, then began to lick Shawn's cock
clean of the last few drops of come on the end. It was very erotic.
My cock was rock hard in my pants. I pulled it out and began to stroke it
as the video ended. The next picture series was more of the same girl
giving him another blow job. This time she was laying down, and he was
thrusting it into her mouth. She jerked his cock forcefully with her hands
as he sprayed her open mouth with his love juice. Again, she licked him
clean, this time squeezing his cock to get every drop. My hand was
stroking my own cock, and I was close to coming when I got to the next
video. Same girl, wearing a red teddy. This video was shot from the side.
Obviously Shawn had put the camera on a table or something. She was on her
knees in front of him, sucking his huge cock. She was a small girl, not
much in the breast department, but she obviously enjoyed sucking his cock.
At one point, he held her head in his big hands and slowly forced his
massive cock into her mouth. I swear I could see her throat swelling up
with his cock in it. I couldn't take any more, and came on the floor. I
turned off the camera and cleaned up my mess.
That Friday night, Shawn and I had our usual Whiskey drinks, the night
before the game. I slept soundly. The next morning, I felt pretty good,
and Shawn obviously did too. We won our first home game of the season!
That night, we had a winning toast, and went to our respective bedrooms. I
woke up the next morning in the living room on the floor, a blanket over
top of me. Shawn said I came into his room, spoke jibberish, and then fell
to the floor and crawled out to the living room. My knees were sore, so it
sounded plausible. I apologized to Shawn for my sleep walking.
During the week, I searched for Shawn's camera, eventually finding it in
his dresser drawer. The next video in the series was shot from Shawn's
point of view again. It began with the dark haired girl bent over a bed
and Sean's cock at the entrance to her asshole. He said "Here's your
lover" and I watched the huge purple head spread the girl's sphincter. She
was holding her ass cheeks apart, and I heard her cry out over Shawn
saying "Relax" over and over. Eventually the head popped inside. Then, I
heard the girl breathe a huge sigh of relief. Shawn began to push more of
his cock inside, slowly. Eventually you could see he hit the end, with
about an inch outside. He held her thin hips tightly and began to pull
out.
She wiggled her ass. Shawn thrust back in. I heard her grunt. He began to
fuck her. I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it. Shawn kept saying
"So tight." and then, obviously, he couldn't take any more. He grabbed her
hips tightly and thrust hard and screamed "I'm coming." It was very
impressive to watch. His cock split her thin ass, her sphincter was
stretched to the breaking point, yet she continued to wiggle her ass and
thrust back at him, grunting the entire time. When he finally pulled out,
her ass gaped open, red and bloody, for a moment, then winked shut. My
cock was throbbing hard as I pressed the buttons to get to the next video.
This time the girl was on her back, her feet up over Shawn's shoulders,
his big hands holding her thighs. The video was shot from the side. You
could see his big cock working in and out of her, although you couldn't
tell if it was her ass or her pussy he was plowing. And plow he did! He
fucked that little girl's body with suck force that she literally moved
across the bed. When she turned to the camera, she seemed to have her eyes
closed, but had a huge smile on her face. Again, Shawn came quickly. My
cock throbbed. I was close to coming. I pressed the buttons to get to the
next video, but there was no video, just still pictures. I started to
rapidly cycle through them. One was a close-up of the girl's asshole,
stretched open with Shawn's fingers. Another one of it closed, red but not
bloody. Then there was a close-up of come on her tongue, and another of
her licking her lips. I came. This time, I was ready with a paper towel to
catch my mess. I turned off the camera and went to return it to the
dresser drawer.
But, when I got back to Shawn's room, I couldn't remember which drawer it
went into. So, I began to open all the drawers to see if anything would
jog my memory. When I opened the bottom drawer, I found the red teddy the
girl in the videos had worn. Next to it was a black wig and a bottle of
pills. The pills were not marked. I took one, to give to a chemistry major
I knew. If Shawn was taking steroids or illegal drugs, it would be better
for the team to know now, not after our whole season is disqualified!
It took a couple of days, but my chemistry friend told me that the pill
was illegal, but not for sports. The pill was a date rape drug. Ho boy,
now THAT was a shocker. I couldn't imagine Shawn ever needing that. Girls
were always flirting with him.
The next afternoon, I pulled out Shawn's camera again, to see the
remaining pictures. There were more than 100. I stroked my cock feverishly
for the first 25, which had the girl giving Shawn another blow job. She
was obviously enjoying his cock, and especially the come, which she licked
from her lips and fingers. Her eyes always seemed to be closed. The next
group were stills of Shawn kissing her. My cock was ready to explode when
I got the shock of my life. The pictures that followed, obviously shot
using a time delay feature, began with Shawn sitting next to the girl on
the bed, then having her lay back.
Shawn was closer to the camera and blocked the view of her as he climbed
over her to undo the snap crotch of her teddy. When he got out of the way,
and over on the other side, he reached into her crotch and pulled out what
I initially thought was a feminine napkin. But, feminine napkins aren't
flesh colored and don't get larger as you stroke them. The girl had a cock
between her legs. Shawn sat up and swung his knee over her head, allowing
his cock to dangle to her lips. You could see her eagerly licking his cock
head. Shawn began to do the same to her cock. She came first, come arching
onto Shawn's face. He continued to stroke her cock, then licked his
fingers. The next group had Shawn holding the camera while he fucked her
from above, missionary style. Her cock bounced around as he pounded her
ass. My own cock exploded like it never exploded before. While it was
shocking to see Shawn with a guy-girl, I found it to be very erotic. After
I cleaned up my mess, I casually looked at the last few pictures. Shawn
was again kissing the girl, her lipstick smeared, her mascara running.
Then, he showed himself putting her into bed. She seemed drunk, moving
around kind of awkwardly. He showed himself wiping off her makeup, then
removing her wig. The final shot was me laying in bed.
It took a moment to realize what I had just seen. Then, all of the pieces
came together. I pulled the memory card from the camera, and made a copy.
Then, I switched the date rape drugs with aspirin that was about the same
size. I put his camera back where I found it. That night, Shawn pulled out
the Jack Daniels, because we had a game the next day. I drank it, made my
way to my room, and waited for Shawn.
Twenty minutes later, Shawn appeared in my doorway. "Ready Lover?" he
said.
I moaned.
Shawn helped me up. I pretended to be drunk, like I saw on the video. He
brought me to the bathroom and leaned me over the tub. My pants quickly
came off. I felt his big finger feeling around my asshole. I leaned back
into it, forcing it in slightly.
"Oh, we'll get to that," he said as I pulled his finger out, coated it
with lube, and slipped it in. "Great. Nice and clean tonight," he said.
He lifted me up, and had me sit on the tile floor. He removed my shirt,
dropping the teddy over my head. Then, he reached between my legs and
pulled my cock underneath, snapping the teddy closed. "Ok, Tracey. Now for
some make-up," he said, letting me sit on the tile floor. He produced some
lipstick. "Just red lips tonight. We'll skip the mascara, eye liner, and
rouge," he said, as he applied the lipstick to my lips.
I puckered for him and giggled when he finished with the lipstick. He
helped me up, guiding me towards his bedroom. I purposefully tripped in
the living room and fell to the ground. As he leaned over to help me up, I
reached up and grabbed his cock, which was visibly semi erect in his
pants. He stopped as I stroked it. I sat there on the floor smiling and
stroking his cock through the pants until he finally pulled them down,
giving me free access to it.
It was, in a word, magnificant. The head was huge. The balls were huge.
The shaft was as thick as my arm. As I pumped it, pre-cum began to ooze
from the tip. I got to my knees and began to lick the head. The feel of
his cock on my tongue was getting me hard, myself. The taste of his pre-
come was delicious. I opened my mouth and took the end of it in. Then,
more. The head filled my mouth and tickled my throat. I pumped the shaft
with my hands and made some rather rude "Yumm" noises as I ran my tongue
over the huge piece of meat in my mouth.
"Tracey, you're really horny tonight!" Shawn said as I began to move my
mouth up and down on his cock. Then, Shawn could not say anything more
that made sense, as the sensations of my fervent cock sucking took over.
About a millisecond before he came, the head expanded in my mouth. I
pressed his cock deep, slamming it into my throat, just as he blew his
load. His hands held my head tightly. I gasped for air, and pulled back
enough to get a quick breath before his cock coated my airway with more
come. I pumped his cock, holding the head against my lips and sucking hard
to get every tasty morsel. Finally he was done.
"Wow, you've come a long way since your first time," Shawn said.
I looked up, smiled, and said, "Hmmmm," as I licked my lips.
Shawn helped me up, giving me a long lasting french kiss when I was
finally standing. We must have been there at least 15 minutes. His tongue,
like his cock, was long. And, he used it like a snake, licking the entire
inside of my mouth.
"To the bed!" Shawn bellowed, and picked me up, carrying me to the
bedroom. He gently put me down on the bed, kissing me again on the lips
that so recently had been coated with his come. I felt his hands touching
my chest, then move lower to my crotch. He found my cock hard. He broke
the kiss. "And what's this hard little thing?" he asked jokingly. "It
bears some investigation." he said, as he deftly unsnapped the crotch,
allowing it to spring free. He got off me, and began to move between my
legs.
I lifted my knees up, holding them with my hands. I squeezed my ass
muscles, sure to make my lubricated hole wink at him.
"Oh, Ok. Cut the foreplay and fuck you? No problem. And I have just the
tool to do that!" he said.
He held my cock in his big hand. It felt small and insignificant. I felt
his huge cock at the entrance to my asshole. He pushed slowly,
deliberately. It glided in. I grunted as the head popped inside, then felt
all warm and tingly as the shaft followed. When the head passed my
prostate, my cock shot come over his wrist. When he finally hit bottom,
with nearly all of him inside me, my cock began to twitch uncontrollably.
Come began to dribbed out. Shawn stroked my cock, pumping the thick white
juice out onto his hand. And then, he began to move his cock. I don't know
if an iron bar could have been any harder than Shawn's cock. Surely, there
was not an extra millimeter inside that wasn't taken up with his huge dark
tool. When he moved to one side or the other, no matter how slightly, my
body was forced to follow. When he pulled back, my body tried to follow,
to keep that beautiful cock deep in my ass. My cock continued to twitch,
dribbling come on us as Shawn switched his fucking into a higher gear. I
came, more or less continuously, for the next 10 minutes while Shawn made
love to me. And then, it was over. Shawn pressed his cock deep, yelled
"I'm coming" and blew his load deep in my ass. I held onto him, wrapping
my legs around his back, until he started to get soft.
After a few minutes, he said softly, "I should get off you now, Tracey."
"Shawn, why didn't you put the wig on me this time?" I asked.
He looked at me in horror.
"Shawn, this was great fun. I hope to do it again tomorrow night, and the
night after that, and the night after that. But, I think we can skip the
pretend date rape drug from now on. I'm good with this relationship. I
know I'm the girl. I live to suck and fuck your cock, and I'm on the team
and can bunk with you. Who else could be a better girlfriend?" I said,
pulling Shawn towards me.
Shawn smiled, and gave me a long kiss. His cock started to get hard again,
then he began to move it slightly. Soon enough, we were kissing and Shawn
was fucking my ass like mad. We changed to me on top, then doggie style,
then me on my side. Finally, he climbed back on top of me and fucked me in
long deep strokes. An hour of fucking later, he came. And a good thing
too, since I had no more come to come, an ass that had no muscle tone
left, and a sphincter that looked like a red wrist band and wouldn't
close. But, it's safe to say that I never felt more "fucked" than I had
been that night. We slept together that night in his bed.
The next morning I awoke to Shawn kissing me on the cheek, ever so
sweetly. I turned and kissed him back. My ass was super sore, to the point
that even sitting down was painful. I walked bow-legged for most of the
morning, exaggerating how much Shawn's cock had hurt me. Truth be told,
had Shawn said he wanted to fuck my ass that morning, I would have gladly
done it.
That afternoon, Shawn played his greatest game ever. That night, Shawn
fucked me again to the point of exhaustion. We both skipped classes the
next day, too tired to get out of bed, too excited to leave bed for fear
that the sex would be over. I realized that my love of football and the
spirit of teamwork associated with College-level ball really pushed me
towards a hidden part of my psyche, that of a girl. I LOVE being fucked by
a big cock. I LOVE sucking cock. I don't really care if my cock ever has a
regular orgasm. I get orgasms from being fucked, and that's why I'm really
a girl. And, I realized that I kind of knew that Shawn was using me while
I was unconscious, with flash-backs of Shawn being on top of me while my
ass was on fire and thinking that the odd taste was like come, although I
hadn't ever tasted come before Shawn fed it to me.
Eventually, we settled down to Shawn fucking me only once a day, down from
three or four. My ass is always ready to take him. My throat also got used
to his tremendous girth. His come is my morning drink of choice. I let my
hair grow long, wearing it in a pony tail when in public, loose when in
bed with Shawn. Over time, I even died it black for him.
When he was drafted by an NFL team, I was hired as his personal assistant.
Before I showed up for the first day of work, Shawn bought me breast
implants. I'm a very nicely proportioned woman now, 34B/24/34. I still
have my cock, although hormone therapy is decreasing the amount of come I
produce when Shawn fucks me. Shawn has told me, unequivicably, that I will
never have it removed. Of course, no one knows that I am the former
equipment manager Tracey. They just know me as Tracey, Shawn's white
girlfriend/assistant who wears tight clothing and screams loudly during
sex the night before the game.
Hey, what girl wouldn't scream, when their man is fucking them with
something as big as their arm?
If you liked this story, consider emailing me at [email protected]
with some feedback. Only when I get feedback do I know if people are
actually reading my stories!
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