Date: Tue, 14 Sep 1999 01:19:13 PDT
From: Football Joe <footballfet@hotmail.com>
Subject: Football Team Fantasy

This story details out one of my fantasies.  I have actually been seeking
out someone to enjoy such a fantasy with me, so if it really interests you
then e-mail me.  This story only represents fantasies between consenting
adults!  The story needs to give you some background, but it does get
interesting.  E-mail me and let me know what you think.  If response is
good then I'll tell you about others.
 
I had often fantasized about dressing up in football gear and having some
fun; but my thoughts were pale compared to what would soon happen.  Seeing
young men in football gear was an instant turn on for me.  Separately but
never in the same thoughts I would often find myself aroused by pictures of
men in rubber, wetsuits, hockey gear and bondage.  Pain, torture and
anything unsafe just isn't my ball of wax, however being in gear....oh
yeah.

For as long as I can remember the thought of being in the locker room made
me hot and yet a little scared.  Scared that my most secret of desires
would come out in the open to those that couldn't accept it.  My high
school locker room during my senior year was of particular interest to me.

There were rows of lockers with a bench down the middle of each row, your
typical locker room.  Except for one main open section which was caged off
with a square steel section.  You could see through the mesh like steel
structure revealing individual lockers each stuffed with football gear.
Now the site of this was always a real turn on!

Now being in the closet P.E. class was not fun for me.  I was not too
athletically active and being smaller (in height!) that most in my class, I
was a bit intimidated to partake in P.E. activities with my classmates.
Now some of the football team had heard rumors about me.  In fact I think
they may have been jealous in a way; because I was getting some and they
were not.

Each day after P.E. class, which was the last period, I always was kind of
slow to change back into my street clothes.  I kind of just wanted to stay
apart from any trouble.  I knew that some number of the coaches were gone
for some teachers activity and the football team started coming in to
change for practice about the time I was done changing.  I was kind of slow
on one particular day, I am not sure why.

Two of the players came into the locker room. One acknowledged my presence
and I nodded in reply.  I didn't notice anything more until I realized that
they had come around the locker room and were standing right behind me, too
close for comfort.  I immediately proclaimed, "What's up?" to which they
responded with a grin and took a strong hold of me from behind.  Being
pointless to struggle and petrified with fear they quickly shuffled me
along into the inner cage releasing me and closing the steel mesh gate
locking me in the cage by myself.

T.J. (one of the two who was in several of my classes) told me that the
rest of the team would be there soon, so I had better listen and follow
their instructions.  He told me that they knew how I liked to watch them
and that I was a fag.  If I did what they said, they would let me out.  I
said ok, not having any idea what they were talking about.  I did notice
that two of the lockers were open each with complete uniforms and gear
inside.  T.J. told me to strip to which I immediately refused and they said
fine, they would deal with me when the rest of the team was there.

Thinking that I was better of complying, I took off my shirt, socks and
pants.  The other player told me to keep going, so I did.  Much to my
surprise in hindsight, my dick was not aroused, probably due to fear.  They
instructed me to put on the jock with the hard cup.  They went on to have
me put on the football girdle from one of the lockers.  It was obvious that
it had not been washed since a previous practice and already had the firm
hip pads and butt/tail pad securely in the girdle.  Now the cup and the
girdle securely held my dick in place over it.  I was feeling kind of happy
in a way.  I ran my hand over it, which they both saw and watched closely.

T.J. told me to take the shoulder pads from the locker on the left and put
them on.  I complied and secured both straps on each side.  The pads where
big for me. They were very bulky defensive style pads and it had a kind of
built on neck roll which really restricted my head movement.

In the back of the pads there was a connected rib protector which wrapped
around abdomen and secured in the front.  I was really protected from the
oversized gear from my neck all the way to my belly button.

I continued to dress as instructed.  The game pants where shinny dark blue
and had knee pads and thigh pads in place.  Suddenly I knew I was in
trouble, my dick was getting hard pressing against the jock and against the
hard cup.  I laced up the pants and continued on placing an elbow & forearm
pad on each arm.  They felt GREAT!

My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it.  I was hot, my dick was and
mind was racing.  And then, in walked two more players.  I knew their
faces, and they were both fucking hot!  I felt a large lump in my stomach,
as I was a bit scared.

As instructed I put on the cleated shoes without socks after being told to
smell them.  The odor was strong and had a small hint of dirt too.  I tied
them normally.  They never said anything about putting on a jersey and at
that point it was ok, since I really liked the concept of seeing the bulky
pads.  I put on two gloves with open fingers.  To complete the uniform I
placed one of the helmets on my head securing the soft cup chinstrap.
T.J. said that I was doing great and now to eat that mouthpiece which I
did.

So there I stood in front of four players separated only by a gate that
they controlled.  One of the players began to whisper to T.J. as the others
grouped around in a huddle like fashion listening.  After such a moment
T.J. told me that if I wanted out, all that I had to do was pull my dick
out and beat off into jock cup.
 
Fearful of more players appearing, I reached down and pulled the lace from
the game pants, relaxing them a bit.  I moved my left hand down under the
girdle and under the jock and tried to remove the cup.  It was very
difficult to do.  I had to pull the pants down in the front, pulling down
even harder on the girdle so I could remove the cup.  With my right hand I
took the cup out and my dick was at full attention.

Just as I was about to release my left hand which was pushing the game
pants, girdle and the strap from the jock down, I was told to stay just
like that and beat off.  So I held my left hand in place leaving about 75%
of my dick peeping out.  I put the cup down on the bench in the middle of
the cage and grabbed my dick with my right hand.  I was stroking pretty
hard and fast, almost enough not to notice that T.J. and one of the other
players had hard ons.  T.J. wasn't wearing any shirt and fuck he had a
great upper body.

I worked my dick as quickly as I could really enjoying every minute of it,
yet overwhelmed by fear my heart was racing and I was sweating.  I moved
closer to the cup on the bench and as I moved the gear made that 'gear-rub'
noise which just sent me shooting into the cup.  I had behaved myself for
about two weeks so the load was impressive; and I had no reason to be shy
about my dick size or performance.

I was spent, and on my knees.  T.J. and the other players came into the
cage rather quickly and forcibly moved me onto the bench lying on my back.
Before I had collected myself from my explosion of satisfaction they were
taping my helmet using duct tape securely to the bench.  My feet were
secured by rope along with at least eight other points along my torso,
hips, chest, and arms.  I wasn't moving much.

They stuck a sock or two down under the helmet face bars at the point of my
eyes blocking not all light but all my vision.  My sense of sound
immediately began to enhance, as I was aware of them moving around.  I felt
a drop of something on my upper lip as a hand also reached in a removed my
mouthpiece.  Almost at the same time, a gentle hand pinched my nostrils and
as soon as I opened my mouth, I could taste cum flowing into it.  Based on
the temperature of it and in no small part my direct knowledge of it, I
knew that it was my cum.  As soon as the majority of the load was dripped
in, the mouthpiece went back into my mouth and my nose was free.

Now I could feel the presence and warmth of those around me; but I wasn't
sure what they were doing.  Based on a few moans I knew they had to have
their dicks outs.  The socks were removed revealing the four standing two
by two on either side of me.  One by one each moved close to my helmet and
shot their load on my face.  By this time, I was almost shaking a bit in
fear of the unknown.  Mind you my dick was hard again.

They left me in there bound to the bench with their white jizz all over my
face and some down my chest.  I lay there and pondered what just happened.
Why had I been so scared?  One of my fantasies had come true.  I kept my
eyes shut as other players came in to dress for practice.  Each looking at
me in amazement and great detail.

The next couple of weeks were a bit rough.  News travels fast in a high
school and is sometimes not pleasant.  Funny thing though, the football
team was always nice to me not saying much of anything and even defending
me to a degree with other classmates.  Now, T.J. obviously had enjoyed it a
lot.  But that is another fantasy.

Please forward me your comments about the story!  footballfet@hotmail.com