The Touchdown

by Bishop, K. M.

  He nodded and removed the boxer shorts dropping them to the floor. He was now lying there completely naked. I was happy to see he already had a hard on. It wasn’t quite at its top level, but it was growing by leaps and bounds. He must have been loving what he saw. That was good. It told me I was doing something right.

  I paced back and forth for a few moments, keeping my eyes glued to him as if I was trying to decide what to do next. “Ok, I’m going to need to check a few things to see what is causing that fever.”

  “Oh, I have an idea,” Bobby said.

  I looked at him with mock contempt. “You have an idea? Who is the nurse here? You or me?”

  “Well, you but—“

  “That’s what I thought,” I snapped.

  “I really think you should hear me out on this.”

  I sighed pretending to be annoyed. “Ok, what is it?”

  “I was just thinking that if you touched me down there, and tugged on it, that it might give you a better indication of what the problem is.”

  I laughed. “Why would that help?” I was curious to see where his reasoning was headed.

  “Well, I haven’t climaxed in almost three weeks. Don’t you think it could be backed up?”

  I nodded and took a good look at him. “Wow, three weeks. Well, that definitely could be the problem. I think we will start there. You should have told me this to begin with.”

  I grabbed his length in my hand and began to rub him softly, tightening my grip little by little. He moaned and closed his eyes as he let out a long, sighing breath. Yeah, he was enjoying this. He was getting harder by the second and his length was growing ever longer. I loved the feeling of holding his majestic tool in my hand. Somehow it made me feel safe and also a bit powerful.

  “You like that? Yeah, I think you are getting better already.”

  “Yes, it feels great… keep doing that baby…”

  I smiled. I loved it when he called me baby.

  My hands were both full of his luscious member now. I was holding him, caressing him, massaging him, and squeezing him. No matter what I did he seemed to find it utterly pleasurable. His sack was tight below, resting right up against his shaft. I reached down with my other hand and gently caressed his marbles, holding first one and then the other. It was amusing to go back and forth and to watch the look on his face going from pleasure to concern and then back to pleasure.

  He was starting to get louder with his vocalizations. I wondered if anyone else could hear us on either side of this room. The idea kind of made me feel a bit hot. I would love to know that someone was listening, maybe even watching us by some miracle. I wondered if Bobby ever thought about such things. Did he have any exhibitionist qualities to him? There was still so much about him that I just didn’t know.

  “Ok, I think you should take over while I peel out of this uniform. It’s proving to be ultra-restrictive,” I said.

  I stepped back and watched Bobby stroking himself. It was interesting to see how he did himself in contrast to the way that I’d done him. It was fascinating to watch it all. Bobby grabbed himself by the base and slowly worked his way up to the tip and then he slowly stroked himself back down. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to turn me on with this method, or if it was how he preferred to be touched. I was taking mental notes, though.

  I removed my uniform slowly, first starting with the top half. I unzipped the bottom portion and then let my large breasts plop out of the cleavage opening. Bobby’s smile grew wild. Oh, he loved the breasts. I’d been very blessed that way, though when I was younger I felt they were in the way and had toyed with the idea of getting them reduced. But I was glad I’d kept them around.

  “Do you like what you see?” I asked playing with him.

  “Oh, yes,” he grunted. His movements intensified as he stroked himself harder and harder. I hoped he didn’t get too carried away. He had to save quite a bit for me…

  I stepped out of the uniform and let it fall to the floor. Then I removed the small pair of thong panties I was wearing. Now I was fully nude, standing there with my hands on my hips. Bobby was so hard now. His cock looked delicious.

  I licked my lips and readied my mouth for what might be a bit of work ahead of me. And I’d never been afraid of a little hard…work.

  I stepped forward and stroked him. He flopped forward, his stalk hard as could be. I could see the skin stretched tightly over him. Yes, that was what I wanted to see. That was wonderful.

  My fingers slid along the tip, wrapping around the head as Bobby continued to stroke himself. “Wow, you are in a really bad shape, aren’t you?”

  I smiled as I stroked him. “This looks almost painful. I wonder if I should give it a kiss? Would that make it feel better?”

  Bobby smiled. “It couldn’t hurt.”

  “Ok, I’ll try that.”

  I bent over and kissed the head of his rigid shaft. He smelled intoxicating. It was like the essence of his entire masculine aura was located right there on that one spot in his body.

  I leaned over him and kissed him again, this time letting my mouth go down just enough to allow the very tip inside. I could feel his whole body undulating with the response. He wanted to enter all of himself inside of me. That was a welcomed thought.

  “How is that?” I asked. “Is that any better?”

  “Yes, keep going baby…”

  I obliged him and this time opened my mouth to take him all the way inside of me. He tasted immaculately beautiful. I felt my whole body going way past turned on. I loved the taste, the feel, and the scent of him all wrapped up in this thick appendage that I was currently savoring. With my hand I cupped his sack. It was tight and rigid as well to match the stalk that jutted out above it to create a total package of beauty.

  “Do you like that?” I asked. “Is that making it better?”

  Bobby was trying to speak as I went back down on him, his body crying out for release. I could see the tension in his face and his being as he tried to hold on. He wanted so badly to just let it all go. He had been thinking of this since our last time together, I could tell.

  “Yes… oh… yes…” Bobby cried out softly.

  I swallowed down on him once again, closing my eyes and really just enjoying the way I was making him feel, and the overwhelming lust he was stirring up inside of me. Wow, he was so good…so sweet. I wanted to devour every single inch of him in every possible way that I could. He knew that I was going to ride him until he dropped, until he begged me to stop. I could feel the apprehension and the want in his body as he bucked his hips and fed his enormous member to me.

  I could barely contain all of him. He was just too large, almost superhuman, but I did the best I could and I believe Bobby was very happy with the pleasure he was receiving.

  “Ok, I think it’s time for you to take some oral medication,” I said. “I just happen to have the perfect thing.”

  Without another moment of hesitation I straddled Bobby’s face and sat down on him. He instantly knew what to do and his tongue shot up inside of me, wiggling, licking, tasting, and consuming me. Bobby was practically inhaling my womanhood, tasting my sex like it was the last food he would ever eat after being stranded in the desert for days.

  I rubbed myself back and forth across his mouth, resting on his chin, and then repeating the cycle. He let his tongue do most of the work as he buried his face into my crotch and tasted me, lapping up every drop with the kind of vigor that I had always wished I could find in a man. I loved to be eaten out. It just made me feel so taken care of, almost as if I was being worshipped. I enjoyed the attention and the care. And with Bobby, I could feel that it was truly being done out of love.

  Love…? Were we in that place yet? Were we in the place where we could actually start to talk about or acknowledge that we were feeling real love for each other? It had to be too soon. This didn’t really happen this quickly except in made for TV movies, right?

  But I felt it. I knew I did. And I could tell that he fe
lt it for me as well. The way he was always trying to take care of me and worried about how I was and how I was feeling. In bed and just in general, he was always trying to take care of me. I needed that in my life. I think everyone does at some point. And I hadn’t realized it was missing in my life until it happened. And there it was. I couldn’t imagine my life without it now.

  I decided that I had to have Bobby inside of me. The foreplay was almost too much. I was so wet, so primed and ready to go that I leapt off him and slid down over his girth, where I straddled myself down on top of him.

  “Shit…yeah…” Bobby sighed with sweet relief, almost as if he’d been in pain that I had just alleviated by him sliding into my secret entrance.

  I smiled and leaned forward where I wrapped my arms around his neck. Then I kissed him on the lips, a soft smooch, then I kissed him again, this time applying more pressure to breathe into the passion of the kiss. All the while Bobby moved his hips up and down, sliding his hard appendage deeply up inside of me.

  I shuddered my hips with his, enjoying the full force of his under thrust and watching his eyes rolling around in his head as he experienced the most exquisite pleasure. I was feeling the same thing. I was so tight around him, wrapping him up, almost as if my body was trying to suck him into me farther and deeper. I was aiding the movement now and adding to my sensations as I humped hard back against him. I wanted to feel him coming inside of me like a hot spring being released into my body.

  My breasts were bouncing in his face. I pressed my chest closer against him so that he could effectively drown in the flesh of my bosom. He enjoyed it thoroughly, moaning with pleasure and total glee. I continued to ride him hard, grinding my chest into his face and my pelvis against his. He was buried so deeply inside of me now.

  I was going to finish soon. I wanted to remain in control though. I loved to ride him. The power over his body and his orgasm, his pleasure—this was where I felt that I thrived. And this was also where a lot of the trust and love for this man came from for me I felt. He allowed me to take what I needed from this relationship and it turned out to be the same thing that he needed as well. Wasn’t that the way it was supposed to be.

  Bobby grabbed my hips and legs just then. I was confused as to what he was doing until I suddenly found myself turned around facing the other way and I was now riding him reverse cowgirl. I’d never actually tried this position before I met Bobby. It was interesting. And I felt the benefits immediately. It was just like doing it doggy style only with me on top. The head of his length was striking right against my sweet spot, hitting me directly on point.

  I was going to spring forth my release any moment. I just had to tweak one thing…

  I leaned forward, my chest now almost touching the bed as Bobby held onto my hips to keep me on him. I heard him grunting louder and louder with more intensity. He was almost there too. Could we finish at the same time? I hoped so. That would have been perfect.

  Bobby humped in and out of me with expert precision and poise. He was almost coming inside of me now. Oh, I could feel him twitching, growing thicker still, his part shivering with anticipation and ratcheting up against my inner walls.

  And then I released my climax hard on top of him. My throat almost burst with the outpouring of emotion that came out in a loud cry of total pleasure. My whole body was affected by this shift in awareness and I continued to come hard on top of his hard package, squeezing him, as if my body was beckoning his to give me the good stuff. I needed his essence, his seed, his electric juice.

  And then he released within me. I felt the sweetness erupting inside of me. I thought that I had released again at first, but then I realized that the extra surge of wetness was Bobby’s. He had come hard inside of my waiting entrance, and my womanhood had enveloped his manhood to create something else beautiful, almost surreal.

  And as we lay there afterwards, both of us allowing our bodies and hearts to slow down, I think we both realized that our love was real and it would last. As I fell asleep in his arms, the sweetest feeling of inner peace washed over me.

  And I knew that I was right where I belonged.

  Chapter Eleven

  Bobby

  One Month Later

  Ro and I had been together for a month, but it felt like so much longer. From the moment we met, it seemed that we had been together so long already, like we were just clicking on every single level. We didn’t need that beginning awkward phase, or the taking things to the next level stage, or anything else. We just realized that what we had was there already and I could have guessed that within a few weeks I was already thinking of marriage and a real future with her.

  Of course, I did not tell her that. As close as we were and as swiftly as things were coming along, I was still apprehensive about getting too close, too soon, or at least about declaring my love and undying affection for her right away. But then again, what if?

  These thoughts were wrestling in my mind back and forth the entire first month that we were together. It had been such a rush, an intense, wild ride, and I saw that things would only get better and continue to advance with us. We were both happy with our academic and sports careers. Ro had finally been made head cheerleader. And apparently there was another girl there who hated her guts and felt it should have been her, so Ro was making some solid friends…

  I had to laugh about it, because the same sort of stuff happened on the football field. There were so many guys who felt they should be the top spot or the star and it was some unfair bullshit keeping them down. Like Ricky Johnson. That troll. The guy would not stop gunning for Chance, or me for that matter. He hated Chance because he wanted to be quarterback, and he hated me because I outshined Ricky as a wide receiver. The guy was just a snake, but we all had his number and knew that he would try to strike at us whenever he could. He could come and try his luck with me any day. I’d bury him where he stood. The chump.

  Meanwhile, Ro and I had become almost inseparable. Well, we’d become as inseparable as we could be while still living two hours apart. But we saw each other every free evening we had and so far we’d done a pretty good job of keeping our relationship a secret from our teammates and schools. I didn’t put too much stalk in it, but Ro was really frightened of how people might treat her if they found out she was dating a football player from Indiana.

  It was fine though. In fact, it made everything kind of exciting. I enjoyed the sneaking around, the going to other towns to have dinner, the parking out in deserted parking lots to have sex in the back of the car like some high schoolers. It was all good fun. Anything with Ro was fun.

  Our sex was mind blowing. I thought I knew what sexual pleasure was, but until I met her I didn’t really know anything. She was amazing.

  With everything going so well, I had finally decided to introduce Ro to my parents. They’d recently moved to just outside of Indianapolis, which was about a mile north from Bloomington, where the main campus of Indiana University was located. I figured this was the next step. I had a woman in my life that I cared about so much, I definitely wanted them to get to know her.

  Ro seemed surprised when I suggested it. We had just finished an epic session of lovemaking and were relaxing on my bed. “Would you like to meet my parents? I’m going up to visit them at their new house they just bought. There is no game this weekend, so I thought you’d want to come along.”

  I wished I had phrased the question differently, but I was a little bit nervous. This was a big step, wasn’t it? Or was I being too old fashioned in my ways? Sometimes, I could get that way. My father had always told me I was an old soul in a young body. I didn’t really ever know what he actually meant by that when I was growing up, but now I was starting to get the picture as I matured into the old age of my early twenties.

  Ro looked at me a moment with curiosity in her eyes. I wasn’t quite sure what she was thinking but after a few minutes she said, “Sure. That sounds great. Do you think they will like me?”

  “Of course, I
’m not sure why they wouldn’t.”

  And that had been almost a week prior. Now we were pulling up to the new house my parents had just bought. It was a nice two story home. My father had recently taken early retirement and was trying to find something to do with himself. Someone suggested he start a YouTube channel and share his expertise. My father was very knowledgeable about a great many things. And so he did. He had several channels. One was about dog training, one was about gardening, starting with the basics, another was about cooking (low carb, vegan, keto—he did it all) and he even had a channel about weight lifting after the age of fifty. My father had always kept himself in phenomenal shape. This had all started three years before as a hobby, and had now turned into a full time income. So he was now making more than he ever had producing content that he loved creating.

  The man was an inspiration. And I’d never seen him without a smile on his face. He was just one of those guys who never let anything stress him out or get him down. I wasn’t sure if it was that he didn’t feel stress like most people did or if he actually enjoyed it and somehow fed off it. If you put his nose to the grindstone he would work around the clock until he finished what he set out to do and it would be awesome when he was done.

  Yes, I loved my father very much. I always strived to make him proud. And I knew from the moment the idea came to me that he would love Ro and accept her right into the family. I just hoped he didn’t come on too strong. We were still very early into things.

  “Welcome home!” My father cheered as Ro and I stepped up onto the porch. He quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. My father is a big, bear of a man. He should have played pro football, if it wasn’t for that damn injury to his knee. I hoped one day to be a tenth of the athlete he was.

  “Hey, pop,” I said as he squeezed me against his burly chest.

  My mother was right beside him shaking her head. She knew that my father could get carried away when they had company. And he hadn’t actually seen me in about six weeks, so he was going to aim for some catching up.