“You’re underestimating your receivers,” Milton explained.

He still had a plaster cast on his leg, but he’d hobbled onto the pitch with the aid of crutches to give some words of wisdom.

I didn’t need them. He might technically be the team’s first choice quarterback, but by the time he’d recovered from that injury, I would have cemented my place in the team.

Still, for now, he was the pro, and I had to at least pretend to listen to him. He did know the first team players better than me, so I might be able to learn something.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You’re used to training with the second string, but let me tell you, these guys are on another level entirely. Take that last throw where you threw it out of bounds. Why did you do that?”

“No one was open. They ran their routes well, but the defense picked them up. If I’d thrown the ball it would have been intercepted.”

“That’s the difference with the first-teamers,” Milton said. “They can adapt. They know when they’re not open, so they’ll look for space. If you throw it into a space near them, more often than not, they will be in that space by the time the ball reaches it.”

“Sounds risky,” I replied. “Couldn’t the defense use the same logic?”

“Sure. But with experience, you’ll get the hang of when you can and cannot make the throw.”

“Thanks, Milton.”

“No problem, Barton. You need to get this team to the playoffs, or there won’t be much for me to come back to.”

Milton slapped the palm of his hand against my back and went off to catch up with some of the other players. He seemed surprisingly chirpy for a man who wouldn’t be able to play again this season and would be looking for a new team next year.

The offensive coach called us all together to practice two of the plays that had been giving us problems. There were few harder circumstances in football than to run a play against a defense that knew exactly what play you were making. Sure enough, all the receivers ended up closely tracked on their runs.

Let’s see how good that advice was, Milton.

I looked for Doug who was the furthest down the field on the left hand side, with no chance of catching the ball if I threw it directly into his path. Instead, I passed it nearer the middle which was wide open. Doug saw the trajectory early, and adjusted his run. He caught the ball with ease, and ran through for a token touchdown.

Not bad, Milton. Not bad at all.

“Nice throw back there, Barton,” Doug said, as we dressed after showering. “That won’t always work, but it damn well did that time.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “Milton suggested it.”

“You should listen to that man. I know you want to replace him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t impart some of his wisdom on you first.”

I looked around, but no one was in earshot. Most of my teammates had already showered and left, so it was just the two of us, and a couple of stragglers still in the showers.

Everyone knew I wanted to take Milton’s place in the team, but it wasn’t something you talked about with teammates. Coaches wanted to encourage friendly competition, but the key word there was ‘friendly.’ I didn’t do friendly.

“You coming over tonight?” Doug asked.

“What’s happening at your place?”

“What do you think’s happening? We’re going to get drunk and fuck sluts. Not necessarily in that order. You should see some of the beauties I’ve got lined up. My sister works for Victoria’s Secret and she invited me to a staff party. Anyway, as you can imagine, every chick in there was all over my dick. When I told them I was having a party for teammates, they couldn’t sign up fast enough.”

“Sounds good,” I replied half-heartedly.

“Good? Man, I told them they could only wear their work clothes. They’re underwear models,” he added unnecessarily. “It’s going to be wall-to-wall vag in my apartment.”

I’d been to parties like that before. God damn, they were fun. In my experience, parties always followed the same universal rule; clothes gradually came off as the night wore on. That didn’t mean everyone got buck naked, but by the end of the night you were wearing less than when you started. I once hosted a party for girls who’d showed up only wearing bikinis. The rule still applied.

Everyone who went there was going to have a lot of fun, but I wouldn’t be one of them. The thought of a party with underwear models would usually have my dick twitching in anticipation, but all I felt right now was ambivalence. Been there, done that. Probably literally.

The only woman who got blood flowing to my cock was Kristi. I had to shake her image from my mind before anything happened downstairs and Doug got the wrong idea about my feelings for him.

“I can’t make it,” I lied. “I’ve got to be on my best behavior for a bit. No more pictures of me with tits in my mouth.”

“I’ve banned cameras,” Doug said. “Apart from a couple I’ve discretely placed in my bedroom, but you don’t need to worry about those.”

Stay classy, Doug. “Still, I’ve got to work with my image consultant tonight.”

“I’m sorry, is the infamous Barton Fenner really blowing off an underwear party to work with his image consultant? I don’t believe it.”

“It’s true.” Doug was going to give me no end of grief, and so would the rest of the team. I didn’t have the energy to deal with it. “Obviously I’m screwing her,” I added. “She ended up begging for it, and I couldn’t deny the poor girl.”

“Oh, well that makes sense. She was a hot piece of ass.”

I clenched my fists by my side, but didn’t say anything. I’d thought the same thing about Kristi when I’d first laid eyes on her, but now it sounded almost like an insult. Kristi had a hot ass, but she wasn’t a ‘piece of ass.’

There was far more to Kristi than just her ass, and I couldn’t wait to discover it.

I had three hours to kill at home before I was due to meet up with Kristi again. I drove myself into a frenzy, and couldn’t concentrate on anything. With an hour to go, I decided to release some of the tension. It was either that, or burst through her door and demand sex immediately.

Why had I promised not to hit on her? She might want me, but she was never going to beg me for sex. If she did… I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

My cock pulsed and quickly hardened in my pants. I quickly released it and took hold of the beast in my hands. Maybe a cock pic would get Kristi wet between the legs? It probably would, but she still wouldn’t beg. Too fucking stubborn.

I’d been so close to getting some last time before the fucking repairman had shown up. I’d been half-naked at the time. Maybe the solution was just to whip out my cock and let her examine the goods?

I stroked my cock slowly as I imagined her staring at it, quivering and licking her lips in expectation.

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” she said, her eyes still looking down directly at my head.

“I said I’d make you beg for sex. Show me how much you want this cock in your pussy.”

No one ever accused me of not having an active imagination. The straight-laced intern, in a tight, light-blue blouse, and a skirt that practically held her legs together, jumped off the sofa and dropped to her knees in front of me.

Kristi reached out a hand and grabbed the base of my cock, pointing the head—glistening with precum—towards her lips. She opened wide and quickly licked up the sample from my head, before humming in pleasure.

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”

I desperately wanted to coat her face in my cum, but then I wouldn’t get to see those lips spread around my cock. Her hand stroked my cock agonizingly slowly, while I sat there and watched the glimmer in her eyes as she admired my greatest asset.

She looked up and met my eyes before ducking her head down and taking me in her mouth. I groaned instantly, and again had to fight the urge to explode. Her head moved halfway down my cock before she came back up for air. This time she licked me from the base all the way up to the tip, looking up at me the entire time.

There was a surreal contradiction as I looked at her in the skirt and blouse, formal and innocent, while she sucked my cock with more skill and enthusiasm than any of the bikini girls I’d partied with in the past.

Kristi’s head went back down on my cock, and this time she managed to get a little further, as my tip tickled the back of her throat. When she came back up, she took a few seconds to lick my balls between heavy breaths, and then dived straight back onto my cock.

“I’m close,” I moaned. “Where do you want me to cum?”

Kristi didn’t take her lips from my shaft. Instead, she sucked harder and harder. That was all the answer I needed. I grabbed her hair and held tight as I squirted heavy jets of cum down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, but a few drops escaped her lips, only to be licked up as Kristi cleaned my shaft.

When I pictured Kristi with a small drop of my cum on her chin, I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. I quickly grabbed a tissue and came hard, my legs shaking under me as I imagined spraying my load down her throat.

The fantasy helped. For about twenty minutes. Then I wanted to fuck Kristi again.

She’d better beg me for sex soon, because there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold out much longer.

I had to have her. Soon.