Author: Hungry Guy
Title: VICTORY CELEBRATION
Summary:  Bill gets lucky after his first game of college football.   
Keywords: M/F oral rough het Mdom Fsub Mpov cheat ws caution  
Language: english

VICTORY CELEBRATION
By Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

    Little Billy lay in bed sound asleep cuddling a plush purple dinosaur toy in one hand and a dirty old football in the other.  His sheets were imprinted with a football gridiron, and his bedspread was all footballs and helmets.  Posters of football players adorned every inch of wall space.  

    The frequent sirens and noise from the traffic down in the Brooklyn streets below was deafening, but still no match for the elevated subway line that ran just feet from his bedroom window.  The fan in his window did an adequate job of exchanging the 98 degree inside air with the 98 degree outside air.

    Morning, and middle school, was still a few hours away as he slept through the night.  The vibrations of his bed from the passing trains every ten minutes or so never disturbed his sleep even slightly.  

    ****

    "You did real good for your first game of college ball," Coach Duffy said to Bill as the rowdy team headed into the hotel bar for a little after-game victory celebration.

    "Shit, man," said Steve, "you hadn't blocked that runner, we ain't have got that last touchdown.  You helped us beat Springfield Tech, man!"

    "Thanks, guys," said Bill.  "But it was a team effort."

    "Sure was!" said Carl.  "We whupped their pansy nerd asses!"

    "And hey," said Bill.  "The school sure put us up in a fancy hotel."

    "Not always," said Gary.  "Sometimes they put us up in real shit-holes."

    "They even put us up in empty dorm rooms when we played WMU last year."

    "Hey dudes!" shouted Jack as they entered the hotel bar.  "Check out all the hot babes!"

    "We's all gettin' fuckin' laid tonight fo' sure, man!" said Bob.

    _That'd be nice,_ thought Bill, though he doubted how likely that would be in a hotel in a strange city where he doesn't know anyone.  

    The team crowded around the bar in the already crowded establishment, and Bill eventually managed to order a Bud Light and a bowl of super hot chili.  He had mixed feelings about missing classes tomorrow, even though the school required the faculty to make allowances for when the team plays away games.  

    The team dispersed in the crowded bar, though Bill hung out at the bar.  After his third beer and second bowl of chili, he was feeling pretty relaxed after the stress of the game just a few hours ago.  

    _I'll have one more, then call it a night,_ he said to himself.  He waved a fiver at the bartender for one last beer.  The bartender put down the beer but waved off the cash.  "That lady over there bought it for you."

    _What lady?_ thought Bill.  _I don't know any women in this city._  He glanced over.  A super hot blonde in a sheer tank top was staring straight at him, smiling. She resembled that kinky girl he dated last semester.  He couldn't believe it when she blew him one night and then asked him to piss in her moth.  After she begged him enough times, he finally gave in and tried it.  What a rush it turned out to be--to use another human being as a urinal.  Alas, she eventually got bored with him and found someone even kinkier who was willing to do even more disgusting things to her than he was willing to do.  Bill cleared his mind, picked up his beer, and walked over to her.  "Thanks," he said.

    "My pleasure," she answered.  "You were great out there today!"

    "You were at the game?" asked Bill.

    "Sure was!" she said.  "You even waved to me."

    "Did I?" asked Bill as he let out a high octane fart.  At least it was one of those quiet ones and the bar was crowded, so it'd disperse.

    "I was sitting on the 20 yard line," she said.  "I waved to you during a down, and you waved back."

    "Oh, yeah," said Bill.  "I remember."

    Bill laughed.  "So you were rooting for the enemy?" 

    "Yeah," she laughed back.  "At first my husband and I were rooting for Springfield, but when you waved at me, I changed my loyalty."

    _Husband?_ thought Bill.  _Oh well._  He had hoped that he might get lucky with this hot blonde tonight, but realized that, instead, hanging out with her was hurting his odds of hooking up with someone available.  He didn't want to be rude after she bought him a beer, but he needed to unhook himself from her fast.

    Just then, someone jostled his elbow, making him slosh some of his beer on himself.

    "Hey," he said.  "I'm going to get away from the bar.  Just too crowded."

    "I was just going to suggest the same thing," she said.  "Let's go over there."

    _Shit!_  "Okay."

    As Bill started to force his way from the bar, the blonde grabbed his elbow and followed him to a less crowded corner.

    "This a good spot?" he asked as he glanced over at Lou sitting at a table with some chick in his lap, sucking face.  

    "Sure," she said.

    Again, he glanced at Lou, wishing that he got it on with women so easily.

    "You like what they're doing?" she asked.

    "I guess," he said.  

    At that moment, a guy got up from a nearby table, leaving a vacant chair.

    "You want to sit?" he asked her.

    "Why don't you first?" she said.

    He shrugged and sat.  Then, to his shock, she sat on his lap.  Immediately, they were swapping spit.

    After about a minute, Bill leaned back.  He didn't want to be the target of an irate jealous husband.  "What about your husband?  What if he walks in?"

    "Don't worry about him," she said.  "He and his buddies are up in our room partying."  She glanced at her watch.  "Right about now, they’re all puking their guts out."

    "Okay," he said.  "But wouldn't you rather be up there sucking your husband's face rather than mine?"

    She leaned back.  "What's the matter?  Don't you like me?"

    "Of course I like you!" he said.  "You're fucking hot!  I'm just wondering, is all."

    She leaned back into him.  "If I was upstairs, I'd be cleaning up all their puke right about now.  I'd rather be down here sucking face."

    "Got it," he said.

    "Actually," she said.  "I'd rather be up in your room sucking face."

    Bill laughed.  "Sounds like a plan.  Let's go."

    Bill was glad the elevator was empty except for the two of them.  He didn't want anyone she was with to recognize her and report back to her husband.  Just before the doors closed, he stuck his butt out and farted into the lobby--another silent hot one.  

    They resumed swapping spit the moment the elevator door closed, then she broke the kiss and leaned back.  "Listen," she said as the elevator rose.  "I've never done anything like this before.  Please don't think I'm a slut.  I love my husband more than anything.  This is just a once-in-a-lifetime thing.  I can't pass it up!"

    "Sure," he said as he took her hand in his.  Lifting her hand up, he glanced at her rings.  "Whooee!  Look at those rocks!  Your hubby's got bucks, eh?"

    "He's got money, yes," she said.

    Holding on to each other for dear life, they made it to his room.  Once again, he held her close and resumed kissing her.  After a moment, she said, "I don't mean to rush us, but I don't have much time.  If I don't get back to my husband in a little while, he's going to think something happened to me."

    "Okay," said Bill.  He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, pulled the bed-covers down, and sat her on his lap.  Kissing, he lifted her top up and off.  She reciprocated, pulling his shirt up and off.  Within moments, they had undressed each other and were madly groping each other.  "Want me to suck you off?" he asked.

    "Yes!" she said excitedly.  "Please!"

    Bill crawled down between her legs and placed his lips to her crotch.  A moment later, he had her clit sucked into his mouth with all the strength of his breath.  Slowly sucking it in and out, he drank her pussy juice while her orgasm slowly built.  It didn't take long before she exploded to his mouth music.  Her body quaked with each intake of his breath.  He continued to hold her clit still in his mouth as her orgasm slowly his plateau and then declined.  

    Lifting his head up, he said, "You really liked that, huh?"

    "I loved that!" she squealed.  "I wish my husband would do that?"

    Crawled up to face her.  "He doesn't do that for you?"

    "No," she said with a pout.  "He says it's dirty to put his mouth on the same spot that I pee from."

    "That's silly," he said.

    "So, go put on a rubber!  Quick!  I gotta go soon."

    Bill hesitated.  "I don't have any."

    "How can you not have any?"

    "I never expected anything like this to happen, away from home, just for a couple of nights."

    She laughed.  "Dude!  That's when something like this is _most_ likely to happen."

    "Oh," he said.

    "So you want a blow job?"

    "Actually, yeah," he said and grabbed her arms.  

    "What are you doing?" she laughed as he spun her around, pulling her head down under the covers with her legs splayed up against the headboard.

    "Hey!" she screamed.  "You're not about to do what I think you are?"   

    Before she could react, he swung a leg over her chest, straddling her.  

    "No!" she screamed.  "Don't!  I have a terrible gag reflex!  Please!"

    Without answering, he slid down under the covers, squeezing her head between his knees with his rock-hard cock dangling over her mouth.

    "No!" she screamed again.  "Don't hurt me!  Please don't hurt me!"

    He lowered his hips, sliding his cock through her lips and past her throat.  She immediately began bucking wildly under him, but she was no match for his 6-feet 4-inch frame and 260 pounds of pure muscle.     

    Before he started fucking her throat, he realized that he had to take a wicket piss.  So he relaxed his bladder and let his piss flow out the end of his cock directly into her throat.  She had no other option but to chug it as he flooded her throat with his bloated bladder.  No sooner than he had emptied his bladder into her throat, that he began pumping her face fast and furious.  He slammed his crotch against her lips again and again, feeling his rigid member slide past her gagging throat, as his orgasm welled up quickly.  Without much delay, he exploded into her throat, as his body went onto autopilot.  His orgasm continued on and on for a minute or more as his balls drained themselves.  

    Then, finally spent and exhausted, he collapsed upon her.  Before falling asleep, he let out another long silent fart that was so hot it stung his ass as it vacated his bowels.  He closed his eyes, and was in a deep slumber almost immediately, her feeble struggling as good as nonexistent.    

    * END * 


