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Football is my Life
Transgender fiction by talltslover@yahoo.com
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 area where sexual fiction between men and transgendered
men is illegal or immoral, please stop now. Otherwise, enjoy this
little work of mine.
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 talltslover@yahoo.com
with some feedback. Only when I get feedback do I know if people are
actually reading my stories!