Sacrifice
“If I make this shot, Miles and I will beer pong champs three years in a row.” I look at the end of the table, where the red solo cup sits, just three feet away from me. My eyes are focused. Miles is screaming. I kiss the ball and let it go.
Splash!
Nothing but beer. We did it! Beer pong champions for the third straight year. Miles starts yelling, “Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! We are the champions! Fuck yeah!” We run out from behind the table, jumping at each other.
“The trophy goes up on the mantle at the frat house with the other two, brother,” as we fist pump with an explosion at the end, which is kind of our frat thing.
Miles is my best friend, and has been since we were in middle school. We both grew up in a small town in south Jersey; when I say small, I mean small. We had one stoplight in the center of town, and entire the town was only two miles wide by two miles long. Everyone knew everyone's business, and always looked out for each other. Miles and I played pee-wee football, all the way up to high school football together. We were inseparable. Wherever I was, Miles was too. After high school, we both decided to take a football scholarship to Wesley Pine University in West Virginia.
After our freshman year at WPU, we had the bright idea to join a frat. We were actually recruited to a frat. Delta Iota Kappa, DIK for short. It was there that we became friends with Tweeter. What an odd name, right? Well, if you’ve ever seen Varsity Blues, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Tweeter in the movie was a beer drinking, smartass, ladies’ man. Our Tweeter, whose real name I really don’t even know, is just like him. Always drinking beer, always has a different girl with him every weekend, and is the biggest smartass you’ll ever meet.
The three of us were all starters on the WPU football team, and were well known on campus. Miles and I had steady girlfriends, which we both planned on marrying after college. Tweeter, on the other hand? Who the hell knew if he would ever settle down with a girl or not. But I will say, the five of us have created somewhat of a family.
My family still lives back home in that small town. My brother was a lost kid growing up, and right after high school, he joined the Army. Shortly after he finished boot camp, he was deployed to Iraq. Since his first deployment, he has been back twice, but he loves his job and I couldn’t be prouder of him. He finally has his head on straight and is serving his country. Something, deep down, I wish I did. I write him every week, something we both agreed on when he left. He tells me all about the crazy shit he does over there. Probably a lot of things he shouldn’t be telling me, but who gives a fuck. We don’t keep anything from each other. He’s actually coming home in a week, and the five of us plan on driving back to my hometown to visit him.
My parents have no clue he’s coming home—actually, they have no idea any of us are coming—so we decided to surprise them both, which should definitely make for an interesting week. The five of us will driving up to Fort Dix to pick him up, and then back down to my parents’ house. We’ve been looking forward to this trip for over a month now. I can’t wait to see my little brother, and I’m sure my parents will be more than excited to see him.
We’ll probably have to keep an eye on Tweeter, though; make sure his ass doesn’t get locked up. Knowing him, he’ll try to get on one of the planes on base. We may just leave him in the truck.
As we finish up at the party and get ready to head back to the frat house, I notice Tweeter has got himself yet another new girl he is talking to. This guy better watch it, or he’s gonna end up being a daddy.
“Tweeter, we’re heading back, bro. You good?” I slap him on the back and give his new girl a nod.
“Yeah bro, I’m good. I’m just hanging with…” He stumbles for a second, trying to remember this girl’s name.
“It’s Sara,” she says, with a bit of attitude.
“Yeah. Sara. I knew that.” Tweeter looks at me and rolls his eyes, then mouths, “I didn’t know her name.” Typical Tweeter. This dude is a train wreck waiting to happen.
“Aight bro, we’ll catch up with you back at the crib.” We bump fists, and I wrap my arm around my girl, heading out the front door. Our frat house isn’t but a couple of houses down from the house party where we just were, so it won’t take long to get home. Abby leans her head on my shoulder as we walk down the sidewalk to the house. Miles and Harper are close behind walking hand and hand. There is a light breeze whipping through the air, and about four inches of snow still covers the ground. It’s one of those nights where all you want to do is cuddle up in bed with your girl, listen to some music, and make sweet love to her. Or, in Tweeter’s case, get naked and fuck the shit out of his girl. Which I’m sure he is going to do, unless he forgets her name again.
As we walk the short distance back to the house, I can feel myself stumbling just a bit, and Abby holds onto me tightly.
“You okay, babe?” she asks, as she squeezes my hand.
“Yeah, I’m good, Abs. Just a little too much Bud Light, I guess.” I smile down at her and place a kiss on her lips.
We walk up the steps to the frat house, being careful, as the steps are kind of slippery. Miles and Harper take off for his room while Abby and I head into the kitchen to get a couple bottles of water before heading to the bedroom.
“What a night, babe.” I pull my shirt up and over my head, as she sits on the bed and watches me, and I can tell she wants more. Abby grabs my belt buckle, and pulls me close to her.
“I’ve been waiting all night for that big cock, Donnie. Now give it to me.” She goes to work, undoing my belt and unbuttoning my jeans, then makes quick work of my belt, throwing it to the floor. As I run my fingers through her hair, I hear my zipper go down. Reaching into my jeans, Abby grabs my semi-hard cock and starts rubbing it.
“Oh, there he is, and feels like he is ready for me.” She pulls my jeans down, and her eyes fill with lust as she stares at the outline of my cock through my Under Armor briefs. She continues rubbing her hand up and down the front of my shaft, getting me harder as she does.
“God, I want that hard cock in my mouth now.” Abby pulls my briefs down, releasing my cock. It flips up and almost hits her nose, and we both chuckle at the sight. Abby takes a hold of the base of my cock and sticks her tongue out to lick the tip of my head. She runs a circle around the tip, touching it ever so slightly. She knows that drives me crazy. She wraps her lips around the head, while her hand starts to stroke my shaft. Grabbing the back of her head, I pull her forward, and she takes my whole cock into her mouth. She starts to suck, slowly at first, then I feel her speed up, taking every inch into her mouth. I will say, Abby sure does know how to suck a cock, and I love it. Pulling it out of her mouth, she starts stroking it again, using her spit as a lubricant.
She looks up at me from beneath her long lashes. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Fuck yeah, it does!” I lean my head back and close my eyes while Abby takes my cock into her mouth, again taking every inch. As I continue to run my fingers through her hair, I reach down with my other hand and start caressing her tits. Abby doesn’t have the biggest tits, but they are a handful, which is plenty big enough for me. I’m more of an ass man anyway, so I don’t mind.
Abby reaches down to pull her shirt up, only releasing my cock long enough to pull her top off and chuck it to the floor. Then, she’s right back to sucking me off again. Damn, this girl likes to suck my cock. I look down at her and she is so into sucking and stroking it she has no idea I’m watching her.
“You look so fucking hot sucking my cock, babes.” I bite my lower lip in pleasure. She looks up at me and stops sucking but continues to stroke it.
“You gonna fuck me with this big cock?” stroking every inch.
Pulling my cock from her hand I push back onto my bed. Reaching down to remove her Uggs she wears all the time. After the Uggs come off I lean up to her face and start kissing her passionately. Our tongue intertwine together going deep into each other’s mouths. Reaching down I start unbuckling her belt, followed by the un doing her button on her jeans. Still kissing he I unzip her jeans and start pulling them down. The whole time thinking to myself please don’t get whiskey dick. I wanna fuck so bad right now, but the fear of losing my hardon is running through my mind. As I pull off Abby’s jeans I realize she was prepared for tonight and wasn’t wearing any panties. Reaching down between her legs I feel her wet warm pussy. She is soaking wet, and instantly the thought of getting whiskey dick is out of my mind. Starting to kiss her neck and work my way lower to her tits, she grabs my head and pulls me back up to her.
“Not tonight babe. Tonight is all about you. Now get that fucking dick inside me.” As she reaches down grabbing my cock and guiding it to her pussy. I can feel her pussy with the head of my cock. It’s so wet and ready for me. As I push inside her slowly Abby arches her back and head and lets out a pretty big moan. Pushing deeper inside her I can feel her tighten up around my shaft. Her pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. If I could leave it inside her all the time I would. That's how good Abby feels.
“Fuck me Donnie. Fuck me hard.” digging her nails into my back.
I speed up my motion and start pounding my cock inside her. Im filling every part of her pussy and it feels so good. Pulling her legs up I put her ankles up on my shoulders. Abby likes when I do this. I can get real deep inside her doing this. But by doing this she knows I am getting ready to cum soon. Deeper and faster as I fuck my girl nice and hard. Abby arches her back again and lets out a louder moan as she has an orgasm all over my cock.
Looking up at me she whispers in my ear. “Fill me up with your cum, baby.” Now Abby has never let me cum inside her. And at the moment it was a huge turn on. Looking eye to eye i asked her “Are you sure baby?”
“Yes, fill my pussy up babe.” as she digs her nails deeper into my back. Just hearing her say this made m ready to cum right then and there. I could feel it building up inside me. I was so ready to cum and for the first time I got to come inside my girl. I wasn't thinking of the consequences just thinking of cumming inside her. Taking a couple more deep thrusts I felt myself cum inside her. It is an unbelievable feeling. Thrusting my cock deep inside he I release all the cum I can.
When I finished, I looked up to her and she had one of the biggest smiles ever on her face. “I could totally feel it inside me” she says as she leans up to kiss me.
“That was a first baby.” rolling over onto my side.
“Yeah I know, I guess I just got caught up in the moment.” Pulling the covers up overtop of us. We both lay on our sides looking into each others eyes. She leans over and kisses me.
“I love you Donnie!”
“I love you too Abs.” Kissing each other and rolling over onto our backs to fall asleep.
It’s Friday, the day before our final game, and a week away from our big trip to go get my brother. Miles, Tweeter, and myself head to our last practice as seniors, where, today is a special day at the practice field for us. They have this whole big gathering with the alumni and coaches, and then tonight, we’ll have a big sports banquet. So glad I didn’t get too hammered last night. At least I’m not going to be miserable at practice today. As for Tweeter; well, he looks like a Mac truck ran him over.
“Rough night, bro?” I tease, lacing up my cleats for the last practice of my college career.
“Dude, you have no idea. That girl you saw me talking to last night…”
“Yeah, what was her name again?” I say with a smirk, looking over at Miles as he busts out laughing.
“I have no fucking clue what her name is, bro. But I know that after we left and went back to her dorm room, her roommate was there. Let’s just say it was a fucking wild night.” He opens a bottle of water and downs the entire thing.
“Bullshit!” Miles pipes up from the other side of the locker room. “Prove it, fucker!”
“Well fuck, Miles. How the hell am I supposed to prove it, dumbass.” Tweeter pauses for a moment, grabbing a can of Skoal from in his locker, and taking a pinch. “Oh wait, I do have proof, fuckers.” He wipes the chew from his fingers onto his shorts. Miles and I both look at him with looks of confusion.
“Yeah, that’s right, fuckers, I have proof. Like I said, those two were wild, and let’s just say, they aren’t camera-shy.” He spits into his empty bottle.
I glance over at Miles, and shit-eating grins spread across our faces.
“No fucking way, bro. You videotaped it all?” Miles gets up and walks over to our side of the locker room, and grabs Tweeter’s can of Skoal. “Bro seriously you videotaped it?”
“Fuck yeah, I did. I told you those girls were into some freaky shit.” He snatches his can of chew from Miles. “Get your own fuckwad. This is all I have for practice.”
“I’ll buy you a new can after practice, fucker. Gimme a pinch.” Miles holds out his hand.
“Fine, but you owe me.” Smiling back at Miles, he spits into his bottle again.
“Okay fuckers, enough about the can of chew. Get back to this videotape.” I butt right into their argument. “I want details, Tweeter.”
Tweeter stands up and throws his shoulder pads on, reaching around to tighten the straps. “Well boys, after practice, if I still like you two, maybe, just maybe, I’ll give ya a sneak peek of it.”
“You better, or I’m gonna hit you so hard today, I make you puke.” I stand up, getting in his face. “And by the way, your shoulder pads are on backwards, dumbass.” I walk to the bathroom to take a piss.
Tweeter yells back at me, “Yeah, well, how the fuck you gonna hit me? You’re the fucking quarterback. Now who’s the dumbass?” I glance back with a grin, watching as Tweeter unstraps his pads and turns them around, mumbling to himself the whole time, “I’m not a dumbass, I’m just still drunk. Assholes!”
Miles looks over at Tweeter, “Bro get your shit together.” as he throws Tweeter his practice jersey. “It’s the last practice of our football career. Let’s go out here and have some fun today.” Miles leans over and grabs Tweeters helmet, looks him dead in the eyes and drops a long, brown, juicy dip spit right into his helmet. Tossing his helmet back to him, he blurts out “See ya out there fucker”
Tweeter can’t do anything but look at his helmet. He looks at it, stares for a second, looks at Miles as he walks away and shouts out “DICK MOVE BRO!”
Sitting in the locker room, after a nice lengthy practice and then listening to coach speak about our futures, I am in desperate need of a beer. Not to mention, watching Tweeter puke every ten minutes out there was pretty amusing. I think the coach must’ve yelled at him the entire three-hour practice. Then, to make it better, he made him run gassers at the end for showing up to his last practice hungover. So, Miles and I stood out there and watched his dumbass run. Moral support or something, I guess. It put a smile on my face, but like I said, I’m ready for a nice cold Bud Light.
Tweeter finally comes in, sweating dripping off him, even though it’s something like twenty degrees outside.
“You good, bro?” I take off my practice jersey for the last time and throw it into the hamper. Tweeter can’t even get words out of his mouth, collapsing onto the locker room floor, chest heaving. He finally gets enough strength to gasp out, “Fuck that shit. If Coach only knew how many times I showed up to practices drunk or hungover.”
“Yeah, you’d probably be the most conditioned guy on the team,” Miles says, as he reaches down to pick his tired ass up and set him onto his locker room stool.
“Now get these pads off and shower. I need a beer.” I walk by him in my towel as I head to the showers.
“Ya know, bro. You were throwing that ball a hell of a lot harder to me than the other guys out there,” he grumbles, throwing his practice jersey in the hamper.
“Well Tweeter, it’s because I love you, bro. You’re my favorite tight end. And I mean that in more ways than one.” I laugh as I walk into the showers.
Tweeter starts laughing as well, and a few minutes later strolls into the shower. Now, Tweeter is known for having a pretty big dick, and everyone on the team has seen it. I must say, the rumors are true; dude is hung like a horse. Not sure how any girl can take that thing.
Tweeter walks in, towel slung over his shoulder instead of around his waist, because he is obviously not ashamed of his horse dick. He starts dancing and swinging his dick around in a circle.
“Helicopter, Helicopter, Helicopter!” he sings as he twirls his towel above his head. Just as the coach walks in.
“Tweeter!” Coach yells. Tweeter whips his head around, dick flinging as well. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Well, Coach, my mom says she dropped me on my head a couple of times. But honestly, I really don’t know.” He smirks as he throws his towel back over his shoulder and leans up against the shower room wall, striking a pose.
“For fuck’s sake, Tweeter, cover that fucking thing up. You put us all to shame.” Coach laughs and walk back to his office. We can hear everyone in the locker room bust out laughing, and then the “Tweeter! Tweeter! Tweeter!” chants start.
“See boys, everyone wants a piece of the Tweeterman!” He turns his shower on, then screams. “Holy shit, that fucking water is cold!”
“The Tweeterman?” I ask, as I rinse the soap out of my hair.
“Fuck yeah, boys. At least, that's what the girls were calling me last night.”
Miles turns off his shower. “You sure they weren’t saying, ‘Tweeter, no man’.”
“Miles has a point, bro. You sure they weren’t scared of that damn horse dick?” I reach over to turn my shower off, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around me.
“Hell no. Those girls were begging for it.” Tweeter starts his helicopter motion again.
“Fuck, Tweeter. Hurry the hell up, so we can go get a beer and see this video you say you have. Remember, we have the banquet tonight as well, fuckers.” I dry myself off and head back to the locker room to throw my clothes on.
“Yeah, yeah. Can’t rush perfection, boys. I’ll meet you back at the house. You know I’m slow.”
“Sounds good, brother. We’ll see you there.” Miles and I grab our bags and head out to the house.
Back at the house, the three of us sit in Tweeter’s room, waiting to catch a glimpse of this video he supposedly made last night. Miles has his feet kicked up on Tweeter’s desk, with a big lip full of chew, and I’m sitting in Tweeter’s recliner. Everyone knows not to sit on his bed. Who knows what he’s done on that and, to be honest, I really don’t want to know.
“Alright bro, let’s see this so-called video. And put that shit up on the TV. I wanna see the full picture.” Miles removes his feet from the desk and scoots his chair closer to the TV.
“Relax, Miles, you’ll see it. Let me crack this beer open, and hook the camera up.” Tweeter opens his can of Bud Light and grabs some wires from behind his TV. He looks down at the wires with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“Bro, do you even know what the hell you’re doing?” I ask him, as I grab a pinch of chew from his can. “And don’t say a word to Abby about me dipping, fuckers. She has no clue I dip every once in a while.”
“Donnie, your secret is safe with us. Now get over here and hook this fucking camera up for me, ’cause I have no fucking clue what I am doing.” Tweeter drops the wires and takes a big gulp of his beer.
“I knew you didn’t, dumbass. You probably didn’t even video this shit last night.” I get up from the recliner and walk over to the TV, looking at the wires. “Dude, is this even your camera?”
“Hell no. It’s that chick’s from last night. I borrowed it from her. Told her I wanted to make a copy of it for personal use.” He laughs hysterically at himself.
Miles pipes up, “You know, I’m not too sure I want to watch this video now. I don’t want to be an accomplice for when you end up going to prison, Tweeter.”
“Huh? What?” Tweeter responds, as if he didn’t hear what Miles said. “Prison, you say? Brother, if I end up going to prison, it sure as fuck isn’t going to be because I videotaped me fucking two chicks.”
“Yeah, it’ll be because your ass robbed a bank or some shit like that,” I chime in, adding my two cents, as I finally get the wires hooked up.
“Dude, I would never rob a bank. I may be a crazy asshole, but that’s some serious shit. Buuuut, on the other hand, I would totally be down if you guys wanted to.” Tweeter looks at both of us with a look that says, “Hey guys, I’m serious.”
“Get the fuck out of here, Tweeter. We aren’t robbing a fucking bank.” Miles shoots him the middle finger.
“I know, fucker. I was just saying, if you wanted to, I’d be down.”
“Alright guys, enough of the bank shit. No one is robbing shit. Cables are hooked up. Play this shit, Tweeter, so we can see it and get dressed for this fucking banquet.”
“Fine. Here you go, douchebags. Don’t mind my big dick.” Tweeter hits the play button and sits on his bed with a fresh cold beer. “And don’t be storing this in your spank bank for later, Miles.”
“What the fuck, dude?” Miles shoots him the finger again.
As the video starts playing, it sure as fuck is Tweeter and the girl from last night. You see Tweeter fucking with the camera to get it pointed right at the bed. Then he tells the two girls to start making out. Eventually, the video goes on, and ends with Tweeter fucking them both. Miles and I sit there, dumbfounded that he actually did what he said.
“Well Tweeter, you are a man of your word.” Standing up, I walk over to the camera and turn it off.
“What, you had doubts in the Tweeterman?” He takes a swig of his beer and throws a wink my way.
“I did have my doubts, dude. I mean, shit, you couldn’t even remember the girl’s name last night, or even this morning. Speaking of that, what is her name?”
“Fuck if I know, bro. But I did get her number. She wants to meet up tonight.” Tweeter reaches for a piece of paper in the pocket of jeans he had on last night, which are thrown on the floor by his bed. Yeah, he’s quite the slob.
“Well shit, she actually wrote her name on this paper with her number. It’s Sara, fuckers. See, I did something right last night. I made her write her name down.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you made her write it down.” Miles stands up from the chair and starts walking toward the door. “She probably wrote it down so you would remember it, asshole. I’m gonna go get ready for the banquet. See you guys in a few.”
“Yeah, me too. Abby is coming over. She wants me to wear something that matches what she’s wearing.” I roll my eyes, removing the chew from my mouth and replacing it with a piece of gum.
“Man, you two are so fucking pussy-whipped. I’ll never let a girl tell me what I’m gonna wear.” Tweeter jumps up onto his bed and screams out, “I’m the fucking Tweeterman!”
“Right bro, and that’s why you’ll be single for the rest of your life. Get dressed and meet us downstairs in an hour.” I close the door behind me and as I start walking away, I can hear the sound of the TV kick back on, and one of the girl’s moaning. I guess Tweeter wasn’t done watching his video. He’ll be good for the next hour, beating his dick in there.
Walking down the stairs, I pass another frat brother, who lets me know Abby is in the kitchen. As I come around the corner, I see both Abby and Harper standing there. Holy shit, these two look absolutely gorgeous. Harper is wearing this long black skin tight silky dress that is low cut in the front, showing off her naturally huge tits. I try not to stare at them but fuck, they look glorious. My eyes move to Abby. I have never seen her look more beautiful than she does right now. She is wearing a skintight red dress that displays her perfect-looking ass. The red in her dress makes her sky-blue eyes look like glass. I am absolutely mesmerized by her.
“Wow. You look amazing.” I walk over to Abby and grab her hand, turning her around in a circle so I can get a full view of her.
“Um, excuse me, Donnie.” Harper starts turning in a circle as well. “And how do I look?”
“Well, Harper, you look good as well. You know Miles is going to say something about how your tits are popping out. Not to mention, I really don’t think too many people are going to be looking at your dress. Once they see those tits, they won’t be able to keep their eyes off of them.”
Abby slaps my chest. “Don’t be a dick, babe. She looks fabulous.”
“Yes Harper, you look fabulous. Even if I can’t stop looking at your tits.” I wink and again, I get slapped by Abby. “I’m just joking, babe. You look great, Harper.”
Just then, Miles walks into the kitchen. “Oh, hell no. Not only hell no, but fuck no. You need to go change into something a little less revealing,” he says, a look of disapproval on his face.
“Miles, she looks amazing. And you should be lucky to have a girl who looks so damn hot,” Abby bursts out, defending her girlfriend, then elbows me in the gut. I guess she wants me to say something too.
“Yeah Miles, she looks great, bro. Just keep her away from Tweeter.” This time, Abby elbows a lot harder, which basically screams, “Shut the fuck up, dick. Not helping.”
Miles walks over to Harper and pulls her close to him. “You do looking smoking hot, babe. But don’t you think it's a bit much for the banquet?”
“Not at all. And, to be honest, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I just won’t go.” Harper turns and stalks out of the kitchen, and Miles quickly runs after her. Looks like Miles is in for a fight tonight. Either Harper is wearing that dress, or she isn’t going. I know Miles, though, and he’ll cave because, well, he loves Harper.
Abby and I head up to my room so I can get dressed. I let her walk in front of me, so I can watch her ass walk up the stairs; it looks fucking great in this dress. I watch her ass the whole way up the stairs, the whole time thinking to myself, “To hell with the banquet. I just want to get her into my room and fuck her brains out with that dress on.”
In my room, I open my closet door, searching for something to wear. My closet is full of suits and dress clothes, which are from meeting with different NFL teams. I never wear the same suit to a meeting. I was heavily recruited by many NFL teams this year, and both Tweeter and I are entering the NFL draft when it opens. Miles decided he didn’t want to play football after college, and wants to move to Florida to open a charter fishing business. To each his own, I guess. Miles would have made it in the NFL, no problem. He has been selected as defensive player twice, both his junior and senior years. He has more NFL teams calling him than Tweeter and I combined, but it’s just not what he wants to do.
Abby stands up next to me, and gently shoves me to the side. She has always picked out my suits for me; she has a keen eye for fashion, which is why she is graduating with a degree in fashion. We’re both hoping I get selected by the Philadelphia Eagles. That way, we’re close to the city, and family. She can have a career in fashion and I can play for my childhood team. It’s a long shot, since I haven’t heard shit from the Eagles staff. I have a feeling we’ll end up in Cleveland, though. They’re in desperate need of a quarterback and well, they’ve been blowing my phone up for months. As long as we are together, it doesn't matter where we end up.
Abby pulls out one of my favorite suits and says, “This one. I love the way you look in this suit.”
“Well, I guess that’s the one I’ll be wearing then,” I reply, removing my shorts and shirt. “I do look good in this one, don’t I?” I give her a little smirk as I throw on my dress shirt.
“Do you think we have time for a quickie?” Abby says, her tone seductive, as she starts inching her dress up her thighs. “I’m not wearing any panties again.” She pulls her dress all the way up, showing me her clean-shaven pussy.
“As much as I want to, babe, we are running behind as it is. And, believe me, I would rather stay here and have sex with you than go to this banquet. But since I’m the starting quarterback and team captain, I think we should probably show up. But afterwards, it’s on.” I walk over and kiss her bright red lips.
“Well, I just want you know that this is all yours tonight.” Reaching down, Abby starts rubbing her pussy. She looks up at me with a devious grin, reaching over with her other hand to grab my dick, and begin stroking.
“Oh my God, you have to stop, babe. You’re killing me.” As much as I don’t want her to stop, we do have to get going. We have to be there in thirty minutes and it’s across campus.
“Fine. Okay,” she pouts, good-naturedly, and I grin at her.
I finish getting dressed without any more distractions, and slip on my shoes. Abby grabs her coat and we head out of my room.
Walking down the hallway, I bang on Tweeter’s door. “Tweeter, you ready?”
Tweeter opens his door, and I can’t help but bust out laughing. He is wearing a camouflage suit with a camouflage cowboy hat, and black snakeskin cowboy boots.
“What, fucker? You don’t think I can dress up like you? I think I look pretty fucking awesome.” Tweeter pulls on his suit jacket, and puffs out his chest.
“Tweeter honey, you look great,” Abby says to him with a slight chuckle.
Just then, from down the hall, I hear Miles yell out, “What the fuck are you wearing, Tweeter?”
“Hey man, this is my good Sunday church suit. My memaw bought me this suit.” Again, he tugs on his jacket.
“Tweeter, you look good, dear,” Harper says to him; to boost his confidence, I’m sure.
“Well thank you, Harper. And I must say, your tits are looking pretty fucking amazing tonight. Not that I’m looking or anything. But they just pop right out at me.” Tweeter tips his hat to her.
“Watch it, dick.” Miles gives Tweeter a hard punch to the arm.
“I was just messing, bro. You ladies look absolutely stunning. And if you weren’t with my two best friends, I would bring you back to my room for some fun later.” Tweeter kicks his elbows out, to let Harper and Abby slide their arms in, so he can walk them down the stairs.
“Well thank you, Tweeter,” Harper says, as she slides her arm in, Abby following suit.
“Fucking Tweeter.” I shake my head as we follow behind them down the stairs.
As we all walk down the stairs, and into the living room, all the other frat brothers are in there. They start whistling and catcalling, and I feel like I’m back in high school again, going to my senior prom. Apparently, the five of us clean up well.
Arriving at the banquet hall, Tweeter holds out his elbows again for the ladies.
“Not this time, brother. Sorry, but Abby is my date tonight.” I take Abby’s hand in mine, and we walk into the hall. Hundreds of people are in here. I knew it was going to be big, but not this big. There are alumni from years and years ago milling around. Abby looks up at me and smiles, and I lean down to whisper in her ear, “You look amazing, Abs. Thank you for being here with me.” She presses into me and pushes her lips together, as I lean over to kiss those ruby red lips again.
“There’s no place I would rather be, babe. Except maybe back in your room, fucking right now.” Abby laughs and guides me along, over to our table, which is near the front of the room. I pull out Abby’s chair for her, and she smiles up at me as she takes her coat off and sits down. Scooting her chair in for her, I put her coat over the back of her chair. Just as I get ready to sit down, I hear a cough. I look over, and Tweeter coughs again, to get my attention.
“What, man?” I whisper in a stern voice.
“Well, aren’t you gonna pull my chair out for me, so I can sit down?” Tweeter has a serious look on his face.
“Sit the fuck down, bro. I’m not pulling your chair out.” I take my seat, shaking my head. Miles does the same for Harper, and then takes his seat. Again, Tweeter belts out a cough; this time, to Miles.
“Not happening, bro,” Miles says, before Tweeter can even get a word out.
“Fine, fuckers. I’m going to find me a beer.” Tweeter walks off, his “Yeah, I’m a badass” strut out in full force.
Miles leans over the table. “Doesn’t that dumb shit know there’s no beer here? Coach will, for sure, sit his ass tomorrow, if he’s drunk or hungover again.”
“Yeah, I know. But I’m not babysitting his ass tonight. I’m going to enjoy a nice evening with Abs.” I look over at Abby and take her hand in mine.
“I hear you, brother. Let’s try and enjoy this night. Our last college game is tomorrow.” Miles raises his glass of water up from the table. “To great friends. Friends for life.” The four of us raise our glasses of water together.
“To family,” Abby says before we clink glasses.
“To family,” we all repeat.
Just as we put our glasses down, Tweeter comes back and sits down, pouting.
“You know there’s no fucking beer here? What the fuck kind of party is this?” Tweeter grabs his glass of water and takes a sip. He has a look of disgust on his face as he sets the water down. “Fuck, that shit right there is the devil’s nectar.” Tweeter takes his hat off and places it on the chair next to him.
“Tweeter, have some class, bro. This is a banquet with all the alumni. It’s not a party.” Tweeter can sense the tone I have with him, and changes his attitude real quick.
“Alright, I’ll behave myself tonight. But first, I gotta say, there are some fine ass women in here. And I ain’t even thinking about age. Know what I mean, boys?”
“Jesus, Tweeter. Stay away from the wives.” Abby gives him a slap on the chest with the back of her hand. Tweeter flinches with shock, then folds his hands and puts them on the table.
This is going to be a long dinner.
After we are finished eating the meal provided for us, Coach walks up to the podium and gives a nice heart-warming speech to all the seniors. He tells us how much he has enjoyed coaching us from our freshman year, and even threw in, “Yes Tweeter, even you.”
Tweeter smiles at the coach and gives him a thumbs-up. Coach just shakes his head. He then goes on to tell us that some of us will be moving up into the pro level, and that we deserve everything that comes to us. We are a great group of young men, and he’s proud of us. Everyone claps when Coach is finished and out of nowhere, Tweeter stands up and walks over to him, giving him a huge hug. Surprisingly, Coach hugs him back.
Next, Mr. Murschell, the athletic director, stands. “Okay Tweeter, sit down. You can show Coach some love later.”
Tweeter walks over to his seat, as Mr. Murschell starts giving his speech. Afterward, he hands out awards to all the seniors. It’s a nice plaque with our names engraved on it, and the dates of when we started playing; our freshman year, up to tomorrow's date of our last game.
“There are two more awards I would like to give out. Would Miles Bennett please join me up here?”
Miles looks over at me in shock, and I’m sure my face mirrors his. Of course, Tweeter has to scream out, “Get your ass up there, bro.”
Miles walks up and stands next to Mr. Murschell. “On behalf of the Wesley Pine University Alumni, I would like to present you with this trophy for Outstanding Defensive player of the year.” Miles takes the trophy and shakes Mr. Murschell’s hand. “The floor is yours, Miles,” he says, pointing to the podium and stepping back.
“Wow,” Miles starts, then clears his throat. “I really wasn’t expecting this. And to be honest, I don’t have a speech prepared. First off, I want to thank all the alumni here with us tonight. You have created a stepping stone for many new players to follow on. Coach Cutty, where do I begin? You have coached me, you have mentored me, you have treated me like your own son, and for that, I am grateful. Harper, my rock. Thank you, babe, for always being there for me. I love you. My teammates, we’ve had a great year, and I’m sad to see it end tomorrow. To my two best friends, Donnie and Tweeter, where do I begin to start with you two. All I can say is, thank you and I love you two. Thank you all again.”
Everyone claps as Miles shakes Mr. Murschell’s hand again, and sits back down. “Thank you, Miles. Now, onto our last award. Would all the previous MVP’s that are in the room, please join me up here.”
As I look around, there must be at least twenty-five gentlemen getting up and walking to the podium. Gentlemen ranging from their late twenties to their late seventies. As each previous MVP walks up there, Mr. Murschell shakes their hand, then walks back to the podium.
“It is my honor to give this award out. This year’s Most Valuable Player goes to…” He pauses, as silence fills the room. “Donnie Rhodes, will you please join us up here? I present to you, this year’s MVP for Wesley Pine University, Mr. Donnie Rhodes.”
Holy shit. Did he just say my name? A look of shock covers my face, as Abby grabs my cheeks and plants a huge kiss on me. Tweeter jumps up. “Fuck yeah, bro!” Still stunned, I stand up. Looking over at Miles, he stands as well, walking over to me, and giving me big ass brotherly hug. Tweeter, of course, has to jump in on it, and the three of us hug it out. After embracing my two brothers, I walk up and shake each of the previous MVP’s hands, and thank them for this honor.
Mr. Murschell hands me a trophy that somewhat looks like the Heisman trophy, and smiles. “The mic is yours, son.”
“Well…um, I’m not sure what to say. Like my brother, Miles, I really wasn’t expecting this. I guess that means more to me, knowing I was here to do a job, a job I love doing. Knowing that the coaches and staff saw something in me that I didn’t see. Like I said, I was here to do a job, and I am so thankful for this honor. I came here with the intention of being the best quarterback, teammate, player, and student I could possibly be. There were times I wanted to throw in the towel, but if it weren’t for my coaches, my friends, and my girlfriend talking sense into me, I wouldn’t be up here receiving this award.
“This University has changed me from being a local high school quarterback into a man entering the NFL draft this year. And I can’t thank you all enough. Mr. Murschell and alumni, thank you for this honor. Coach Cutty and the rest of the coaching staff, thank you for allowing me to play for you, and thank you for molding me into the quarterback I am today. To my teammates, I want say thank you for entrusting in me as your leader on the field. I hope I’ve helped in some way, for you younger guys, and steered you in the right direction.
“Tweeter, you are one crazy son of a bitch, but brother, thank you for being there every step of the way. You’re my right-hand man, on and off the field. I love you, brother.”
I see him smile and pat his chest, over his heart, before I switch my gaze over to Miles. “Miles, I don’t even know where to start with you. I’m not sure if any of you know, but Miles and I have been best friends since we were in middle school. We’ve played football on the same team together, all the way through college. We made a pact when we were freshman in high school. No matter what colleges accepted us, we would both go to the same school and play. Well, here we are, brother. Tomorrow will be the last game Miles and I play together in.”
I pause as I start to choke up, and I take a breath before clearing my throat. “We have been through so much together, bro, and I am honored to step onto that field with you. You are my best friend, my brother, my family. Thank you for always being there. Love you, buddy. Lastly, Abby. My soulmate, will you please come up here?”
Abby looks up at me with a scared look on her face, shaking her head no, but Harper gives her a little nudge to get up there. As Abby walks up beside me, I give her a kiss on the side of her cheek.
“Abby, you are my world. We met our freshman year, and have together ever since. You have never missed a game. You are my rock, my world, and my soulmate. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Dropping down to my knee, I reach into my suit jacket pocket and pull out a box I slipped in there earlier. Holding it up, tears start running down her face. Her hands are shaking as she brings them up to cover her mouth.
“Abigail Marie Foxworth, will you marry me?” I open the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.
“Oh my God, Donnie. Yes. Yes. Yes!” She pulls me up from my knee and kisses me. I take the ring from the box and slide it onto her finger. Everyone in the room stands, and starts clapping and whistling. Tweeter, Miles, and Harper run up to us, arms wide open. Tweeter gives me a huge hug and congrats, and Harper gives me a kiss on my cheek.
“It’s about time. Nice job,” she whispers in my ear, then heads over to Abby, squealing and hugging the shit out of her. Miles walks over to me, and I put my hand out to shake his. He pushes it out of the way, and then gives me the biggest hug he has ever given me.
“I’m so happy for you, brother. I love you guys, and I am so proud of you.” He squeezes me tighter.
Mr. Murschell then gets on the mic. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, there is no better way to end this evening's festivities than like that. Thank you all for attending this evening. Be safe getting home, and we will see you all tomorrow for the big game. Good night, folks.”
The five of us remain standing there, embracing each other. “Family forever,” I say, as we hold each other tight.
“Now can we go drink some fucking beer?” Tweeter asks.
“Yes Tweeter. Now we can go drink some beers.” The five of us grab our coats and make our way out of the banquet room, arms locked around each other.
A week has gone by, and we are finally on the road to Fort Dix to pick up my brother. We won our last game, 24 to 14, to close out our season, and our college football careers. It was a very emotional day, as the three of walked off that field for the last time. But I have great memories of playing ball there, and now, I’m on my way to pick up my brother, who I haven’t seen in a year and a half.
The five of us are packed into my Ford Expedition, and we are just about to pull up to the base. I am so excited to be the first one to greet my brother off that plane, and to have Abs here with me, it’s a very special day.
Our plan is to pick my brother up, go grab some food, and then drive back down to my parents’ house, which is about a two-hour drive from Fort Dix. My parents are going to be so surprised when we all show up on their front porch. We plan to spend about a week with my parents, then we’ll be heading back to school. I have a few meetings I have to attend before heading to New York for the NFL draft.
“How much further do we have, D? I have to piss like a fucking race horse,” Tweeter pipes up from the third row seat. We put him in the back, so he wouldn’t bother us on this road trip and surprisingly, he has been pretty quiet. Maybe because we haven’t let him have any beer today. He’s more than likely going through withdraws.
“We are pulling up now, Tweeter. Hold your piss,” I reply, as I pull up to the front gate, which is heavily guarded by numerous armed security military personnel. Slowing to a stop, the security guard asks what our business here is, and asks for all our ID’s. After scanning our driver’s licenses, he then tells us where we can park, and which hangar we will be waiting at.
“Ask him if there’s a pisser there, bro,” Tweeter bellows out from the back.
“Sir, is there a bathroom where we’ll will be at?” I ask, collecting our ID’s from the guard.
“Yes sir, there will be. Head in the hangar you’ll be standing by, where you’ll be waiting for the troops to land. It’ll be in there.” He points me in the general direction of where we will be heading, then gives me a day pass for my vehicle and lets us through the gate. I’ve been on this base a few times with my brother, so I kinda know where I’m going, but I think this is a first for the rest of our group, though. The looks on their faces, as we pass by companies marching and running, is pretty comical.
“Did Alec have to do all this running and marching?” Abs asks, as we pass by the parade field.
“He sure did. He’s been through a lot of training since he enlisted.” I slow the truck down a little bit, so everyone can catch a glimpse of the soldiers on the parade field, doing some marching. As we sit there and watch these young men and women, marching in sync and not missing a mark, I can’t help but wonder what it would've been like if I would have joined with my brother. I’ve always wanted to join the Army and go overseas and fight, but my parents would never let me. They said I have a career in football, and they wanted me to pursue that.
“You are pretty proud of Alec, aren’t you, Donnie?” Harper says, as she puts her hand on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“He’s my little brother, and I can’t be any prouder of him. He has been through hell and back, and I’m just ready for him to come home for good.” I feel my eyes start to water up, and Abby takes my hand and squeezes it tight.
“Let’s go get him, babe.” She looks over and gives me a big smile.
I drive away from the parade field and head to the hangar. As we pull into a parking spot, I see all the families getting out of their vehicles and walking toward the hangar. Most are wives with their children. Some are carrying infants, who I’m sure their fathers haven’t even seen yet. I couldn’t even imagine Abs being pregnant, then being called up to deploy for a year, and not be there for my child's birth. It has to be so hard on the soldier. But to walk off that plane and see my child for the first time, it must be such a great feeling.
Most of the kids walking with their mothers are carrying signs with them, welcoming their daddy's home. Abs and Harper stayed up late last night and made a bunch of welcome home signs for Alec. They did an awesome job on them. Tweeter even made one; it says “Welcome Home, brother! Let’s go get drunk and find some women!” Only Tweeter would come up with something like that.
As we start walking to the hangar, Abby grabs my hand, and I give it a squeeze. I’m so thankful she’s here with me. I honestly don’t know where I would be without her. Miles and Harper are walking side by side with us, as Tweeter follows behind, wearing his cowboy hat and boots.
“Where is this pisser at, bro?” he complains, grabbing his junk in pain.
“You sure you have to pee, bro, and it’s not something you caught from some girl?” Miles snickers as he gives Tweeter a shot to the gut.
“Quit fucker, you know that shit has cleared up already.” He drops down to a knee, almost about to piss himself.
In unison, both girls cry, “Ewwww, Tweeter!”
As we walk into the hangar and gather around the rest of the families, Tweeter runs off to the bathroom. The plane has yet to arrive, so we just stand around, waiting. A gentleman walks out in front of everyone to talk to us all.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming today. I am sure you are all very excited to see your loved ones today. It has been a long deployment. And I’m sure they are ready to see all of you. We have a few rules we need you all to abide by. First and foremost, we cannot have any of you run out of this hangar to see your loved ones. As they come off the plane, they will have all their gear, and will need to check their weapons in before they can come and see you. Please be patient as we go through this process. They will soon be in your arms. Thank you for listening, and it won’t be much longer till they are on the runway.”
As the soldier walks away, I grab hold of Abs and pull her in close to me. One of the hardest moments is waiting for them to land and transit over to the hangar, but well worth the wait to see their faces when they step off of the plane.
“Did I miss anything, fuckers?” Tweeter comes up behind us, giving Miles a shot in the ribs.
“Yeah asshole, you missed the rules. Something you need to listen to. Keep your ass in the hangar, and don’t run out onto the runway to greet Alec. And for fuck’s sake, Tweeter, don’t touch any of the guns.” I glare, pointing a finger at him.
“Guns? What guns? They have guns? Can we shoot them afterwards?” Tweeter has an excited look on his face.
“No!” Miles and I scream out at the same time.
“Well shit, you don’t have to yell at me.” Tweeter digs into his pocket and pulls out his can of Skoal, then packs it. He takes the lid off and digs in, to put a pinch in his lip. A little girl, who is standing next to him, looks up at him with a puzzled look on her face. Tweeter leans down to her level.
“Are you here to see your daddy come home?” he says, in the sweetest tone I have ever heard come from Tweeter.
“Yes sir, I am. My daddy has been gone for over a year. He keeps saying he isn’t going back, but this is the fourth time he has told me that. I hope he tells me the truth this time.” The little girl smiles at Tweeter.
“I’m sure your daddy has very good reason for doing what he does, sweetie. You spend as much time with your daddy as you can, darlin’. He loves you very much, and I’m sure he is super excited to see you.” Tweeter stands up and pats the little girl’s head.
“Tweeter that was nicest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Abby puts her hand on Tweeter’s shoulder, and smiles up at him.
“Well, my dad was never around when I was growing up, so kids have a special place in my heart. Especially kids of soldiers.” He grins, putting his arm around me.
No sooner do the words leave Tweeter’s mouth, when we see a big ass cargo plane land, and start taxing towards us.
“It’s showtime, brother. He’s home.” Miles slaps my back.
Abby and Harper get their signs out, raising them, and waving them around. The plane stops right out in front of the hangar, and the back of the cargo plane starts to lower its back hatch. I can feel the goose bumps form on my arms. Tweeter starts jumping up and down, screaming and whistling, as the propellers come to a stop and the engines shut down. The anticipation is killing me. I can’t wait to hug my brother and welcome him home. As the troops start to disembark from the rear of the plane, you can see all the family members start crying, kids screaming out “Daddy!” As I watch each and every soldier walk off the plane, toward the weapons drop off, I can only think to myself, I could have been one of these heroes walking off that plane into the arms of my family.
“Do you see him yet?” Abby says to me, as she looks around as well.
“Not yet, but there are a bunch of soldiers on that plane.” I crane my neck, trying to see around all the soldiers to find my brother.
“They all look the same to me,” Tweeter belts out.
The line starting at the weapons drop off stretches all the way out to the plane. As the soldiers drop off their weapons, I watch them run over to their families, picking up their kids and hugging and kissing them. Wives cry and smiles are on all the kids’ faces.
Tweeter gets a tug on the sleeve from the little girl he was talking to earlier. He leans down to her.
“Do you see my daddy?” she asks in the softest voice.
“Sweetie, I’m not sure who your daddy is, but they’re all coming off the plane now. He’ll be here shortly.”
Just as Tweeter stands up, the gentleman who gave the speech earlier appears.
“Is there a Mrs. Stewart here? Mrs. Stewart?” he asks, as he looks around.
The little girl standing next to Tweeter says, “Mommy, that’s you.”
I watch as her mother instantly starts crying, and drops down to her knees. Tweeter looks over at the little girl and I see the look in his eyes as he starts to tear up, then resolve colors his features. Tweeter drops down to his knee and opens his arms up to the little girl, welcoming her in for a hug. I put my hand on Tweeter’s shoulder as he hugs and cries with this little girl he doesn’t even know. The mother takes her daughter and walks off with two soldiers dressed in full dress blues. Tweeter remains on his knee as he watches the little girl walk off with her mother. She glances back at Tweeter, and waves at him, mouthing, “Thank you.”
As Tweeter stands up, wiping the tears from his eyes, the same gentleman who called out her name says the words I will never in my entire life forget.
“Are there any family members here for Sergeant Alec Street? Anyone here for Sergeant Alec Street?”
This short story is dedicated to the men and women serving our country, and to their family members. The hardest thing for a family is to watch their loved ones deploy off to war, not knowing if they will return or not. Thank you for giving this country the ultimate sacrifice. All gave some, some gave all!
THE END