I shove my way past dozens of arms, backs, chests, and heads. My team knows not to take my frantic escape from the field too seriously. I warn them, when I come in, I'm shoving my way past all the bodies until I found the shower.

My head is dripping sweat. My body is shimmering off fluids—blood, sweat, and tears—what we give to the sport we love. All I want right now is a cold waterfall in my face. A cold shower that makes me feel whole again, makes me feel human.

Because right now, high off winning our third undefeated game for the season, I feel on top of the world. My cock is harder and longer than the pigskin I threw today. Maybe I should invite some girls backstage, maybe that'll cheer me up.

I high five Matt, my bro, right before turning down the hallway and reaching the shower rooms. I slap that 300-pound linebacker so hard he actually hollers back, "Owwch motherfucker!" HAAA!

I tear off my uniform, those damn shoulder pads and boots, pants and shirt—I just want to be dick naked just as the day I was born. I rip off every last piece of clothing until I come down to the nitty-gritty. I pull my Reebok under-armor off and the final piece of my ego/id…yeah my jockstrap holding back the Lone Ranger. Hell yeah my big fat dick, motherfucker, it has its own name and is big enough to have his own sidekick named Tonto! Suck my dick, motherfucker, suck my dick, Tom Brady. Suck my dick Brett Favre, suck my dick Troy Aikman, suck my dick Colin Kaepernick.

“Suck my diiiiii-?”

I do a double take and jump two steps back when I see the most shocking and unexpected sight. Amanda Shannon standing in front of the showers, wearing tight blue jeans and a red Dallas Cowboys jersey.

And staring at my dick!

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Ohhh I’m sorry,” she taunts me back. “I guess you hate people dropping in on you at work and being such a distraction.”

I stare…and then smile, happy as a fucking hobbit from Lord of the Fucking Rings. “Hey, I don’t mind at all. But in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t hide my genitals from locker room guests.”

Amanda raises her brow and smiles.

“Go ahead. Take a look. You know it’s on your mind. And we can’t really have an intelligent conversation until you take a look. Put your curiosity to rest.”

“I’m not here to stare at your…”

She stares at my erect penis, all eleven inches of that monster, and loses her train of thought.

“Ummm…” she reluctantly laughs. “I’m not here to talk about your penis.”

“Why are you here? I say, walking two steps closer, daring her to look down again. Who let you in anyway?”

“I came to tell you that my father is seriously considering your offer. For five million. And I just want to hear it from you, Nate.”

“Hear what?” I say, itching my dick. No, not really itching, just eager to touch it in front of her.

“That you’re not going to screw us over. If my father signs…and that’s a big IF.”

“It’s a big IF all right,” I say glaring into her eyes. “It’s a huge IF. It’s a really big and long IF.”

I smile and stare into Amanda’s eyes very proud of my Texas-sized erection that’s calling out her name.

She finally laughs…against her will. She's angry to laugh at my juvenile sense of humor. But hey, come into my workplace and you're going to see some amazing stuff.

“I want to know that you’re not going to throw a tantrum and play head games. I expect a formal contract with no loopholes…”

“I already said what I said. I’m a man of my word. I’ve never lied to anyone. I’ve never disappointed, I’ve NEVER cheated anyone out of anything.”

Amanda folds her arms and stares haughtily into my eyes. For some reason, her arrogance pisses me off. I’m going to let her have it.

"You know, I don't give a shit about what the press says about me. I don't care what you or your brother think about me. I ain't NEVER lied to anyone. Not any of the women I've fucked in this room. Not any of the girls I fucked at home or in a hotel. None of the married women I took to bed either, because you know what? They're the ones cheating, not ME. I'm a pleaser of woman and I make no apologies for that. You don't want your wife cheating on you? Then treat her right, motherfucker! All I am is a machine with two functions. Quarterback and human vibrator!"

Amanda cracks up laughing. “Just shut up, Nate. If you would shut up once in a while, you might actually seem like a decent human being.”

“You know what? I’m tired of having this intellectual argument while I’m standing here butt naked and as hard as rock. If you want to keep judging me you better do it from a distance, woman, or else I’m going to keep walking forward.”

“Yeah?” she says, taking a step back while I step towards her.

“Yeah. I’m telling you for real. Leave now.”

“Or else what?” she asks quietly.

“Or else I’m going to give you the rough fuck you’ve been needing for the last ten years. I’m going to fuck the prissy little angst-ridden bitch right out of you and you’re going to actually smile for a change.”

She takes one step back. I take one step forward.

“You’re stalling. Go now.” I say in warning.

She takes a nervous swallow. Her eyes are feral. Her chest is rising and falling with deep, heavy breathing. Her nipples are pushing through her shirt.

A chill comes over my whole body. My cock grows another half an inch and my whole body flexes hard—I got one more touchdown left in this dirty, drained body.

I lunge over and take Amanda into my arms. Her eyes shoot open and she gasps for air. I push her against the wall, desperately inhaling her scent. The smell of arousal. Of breaking a sweat. Her pussy already longing for me.

I reach for a kiss but she turns away. Instead, she takes my face down to her neck letting me kiss and suckle at her shoulders. I kiss her fervently, desiring more skin—desiring more taste. I take my burning lips to her other shoulder and trace a path to her neck and downward to her warm chest.

"Uhhh!" she moans. "I don't know why I'm doing this," she says in disgust of me. Yeah, I'm used to that.

"Hmmm?" I say, rubbing my hungry face in between her covered breasts. "I think I know why. I think I know what you want."

“Uhhhh…” she sighs. Angry. Disgusted. But surrendering to me.

She waits impatiently as I lift her jersey. No bra. Just big fully engorged breasts with hard pink nipples.

"Yeah, I think I know what you want," I grunt as I lean her against the wall with my waist freeing my two hands. I reach in and tear her shirt open, exposing her perfect titties.

She groans in passion as I stuff her eraser-like nipples in my mouth. Taking turns, licking and sucking her titties like I own them.

“Mmmmm…” she sings shyly, too ashamed to even holler out like she wants to. I suck her left nipple until she gasps throwing her arms up against the wall.

I kiss all around her smooth belly, while squeezing both of her nipples in between my fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she mewls.

I reach over to kiss her cheek in the throes of passion. She starts biting—gnawing at my neck. I let her sink to the floor, letting her taste every inch of me. She licks the sweat off my breasts, down to my six pack, and down to my sensitive lower belly spot right above my pubes. My body shudders as she kisses me there several times, while stroking my hard cock.

She stares down my cock until she laughs and blushes. “I can’t fit that thing in my mouth. Not today anyway.”

I laugh with her…right before bringing her back up to where I want her. I tear her remaining shirt cloth from her body and then start undoing her jeans. Jesus, I need to see her, I need to feel her. I unbutton her tight ass jeans and pull her pants down to the floor. She runs her hands over my head as I help her step out of the pant legs and onto the floor. Nothing between me and her sweet pussy except a red thong.

I kiss her right on the material, smelling her sweetness. I roll down her panties slowly, all the blood in my pounding heart rapidly falling into my hard dick. Oh, Jesus, she has such a beautiful little strip of bush. Neatly trimmed with a perfectly shaped pussy and lips. I yank her thong away and lift her body up again, eager to give my cock what it's been begging me for since the beginning.

She groans loudly as I hold onto her thighs and find her pussy hole. I take my time inserting my huge cock into her wet slit, making damn sure she feels every inch.

“Ohhh God…” she moans.

“Yeah…” I grunt in response. “Is that what you want?”

“Ohhh!” she screams, as I insert more inches into her wet steamy cunt. “Ohhh god it’s so huge.”

“You have no idea, just how deep it goes.”

“Oh fuck!” she cries to herself, too embarrassed to fully let go. But that’ll change the longer I fuck her.

“Take it, take my cock,” I warn her, pushing more dick into her wetness, and grasping my arms around her tightly. I hold her in the air, in my arms, and start slowly thrusting into her shy little cunt.

“Yes! Yes!” she squeals, taking more inches of hard cock.

I fuck her faster, hard enough that I can lean against her body and send my hands upwards—to clasp her hands on top. Now we’re hand in hand with my body thrashing against hers.

"Ahhhhh!" she groans as deeply as an animal. I growl back, loving the feeling of our breasts rubbing against each other—her hard nipples being tickled by my chest hair. Her pussy juices slivering all over my wet warm cock. Her adorable little drag strip tickling my lower belly as we lash against the wall.

“Ohhhh I don’t know what I’m doing,” she coos into my ear.

“You’re coming onto my cock, that’s what you’re doing.”

“Mmmmm!” she hums, eyes shut, tightening her face, resisting a dripping orgasm she didn’t even know she had in her.

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

“Ohhhh God, ohhh Nate…” she says hugging me tight, taking my face closer in between her bouncing titties.

“Ohhh God…I’m gonna cum,” she meows, ashamed of just how good it feels to surrender to animal-like passion.

“Cum like you mean it,” I say grabbing her hair and using the momentum for a harder, tighter fuck.

“OH GOD! OH GOD! OH I’M CUMMING NATE!”

“Take it! Take it! Ohh here it comes.”

“Ohhh fuck!”

We both unleash a guttural scream to the ceiling as we dash each other with genital fluids. Her pussy juice lathering my hard cock…my sperm shot shooting deep into that tightening pussy.

“Ohhh God…” she says with a choking voice, feeling another quake of orgasm.

I spurt more cum into her and shake off the jitters from my face, unleashing the last bit of power I have left…before finally…going soft.

I am so drained of all fluids, I gently put her down and then collapse on the floor. Her sweat and my sweat covering me. My body outstretched and gloriously naked. Gloriously dirty. Tainted with her pussy…the one dessert I’m insatiable for.

Her fast shallow breathing is such a turn on. She’s struggling to breathe, trying to return to normal composure after getting a rough wall fuck of a good time.

“Ohhh my God. You emptied my balls so bad I feel like passing out on the floor here,” I sing, quite happy. Like a kid in a candy store. “Are you…were you…” I laugh. Jesus, I hope she was on the pill. But fuck, was that worth a crazy risk.

She looks at me and smiles. “You asshole,” she says, grabbing her pants and frantically getting dressed. “Your team could come in at any minute.”

She steps into her pants and pulls them up. She grabs what’s left of her shirt and tries to push it together, at least enough so that she can make a mad dash to the car and avoid embarrassment. She gets semi-dressed and turns around, eager to leave me in my filth.

“Wait!” I say, still gasping for air, still unsure of what to say after a mind-numbing fuck. But desperate for her attention. “Wait…we need to talk…”

“No. Go shower, you big dummy. I got to go before someone finds me!” She laughs all the way out the hallway and out of the arena.

I laugh to myself and take another deep breath.

I look over to my left and giggle uncontrollably. Her red panties. Her wet red panties. I bring them to my face and inhale. They smell like her pussy. Oh god, I never want this moment to end.

As soon as I start thinking sweet silly thoughts, I hear a parade of manly laughter coming through the hallway.

My fellow teammates are now filling the showers. And they’re staring down at me, laughing their fucking asses off. Because here I am, dirty, naked and holding soaked panties in my one raised hand like they’re the fucking Holy Grail.

“Way to go!”

“Hell yea Nate Jiggur!”

“Touchdown!”

“National Fuckball League tonight!”

“Showering in pussy juice!”

“Why’d you get rid of her, bro? Thought she was gonna take one for the team!”

Laughter.

I raise both hands and give them all a double bird.

“Fuck you, assholes. You’re ruining my romantic moment.”

After being dissed by my teammates and abandoned like a used condom by Amanda Shannon – though I didn’t mind because my balls were so sore from that cumshot that I needed some healing time – I decided to turn to my one true friend in life. No, not liquor and not pussy, surprisingly enough. The opposite end of the spectrum, Rey Ramirez.

I decided to meet Rey over lunch here at the Bradbury, a nice place with a private patio, a quiet little place away from all the city hoopla.

Rey has always been my surrogate big brother, even if there is an age difference. Rey is a rising star baseball player, home run hitter, and I’m a football player. So we very often argue about which is the better sport and insult each other because that’s just how guys bond, you see.

Of course giving our obsessive competition that we have with each other, I couldn’t actually come out and say what was going on in my mind. Rey really only knew one Nate Jiggur—the womanizer, the panty dropper and the trash talking bastard on camera. I could never really stop being Nate Jiggur when I was talking to him. So I had to broach the subject very carefully, with only minimal bragging.

“I got laid yesterday,” I say with a glowing smile.

“Oh yeah?” Rey says, with an approving grin. “Did you pay her cash upfront?”

“No fucktard, it was a groupie. Right inside the locker room.”

“Nice,” he says, seeming into it…but a little distracted if I didn’t know better.

“And the thing is…it was like…powerful you know? Like it wasn’t just sex it was like, something out of this world. Like she really knew what she was doing.”

“Milf?”

“Definitely.”

“Ah gotta love the older women,” Rey says with a tight smile. “They know how to push those buttons, eh?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Experienced, like a witch doctor.”

“Yeah but you know…” I give him a knowingly look but he stares back in confusion. “It was something else…”

“What?” he says with almost a paranoid wince.

“Uhhh, well…”

Dammit, I freeze up. I can’t tell him that I’m starting to really feel something for this girl. He’s going to laugh his ass off at me and accuse me of going soft. A limp dick married man is the last thing we swore we’d ever be.

“What’s up, bro? Is she playing mind games with you?” he says, almost as if he’s warning me not to go there.

“No, man. I’m not in love!” I say, laughing a little too loudly. “I’m just saying, really good stuff.”

“Of course,” he says, losing interest in the conversation. “Sometimes women just need a good cock to remind them of who’s boss, know what I’m saying?”

It’s not like that this time. I know I should join Rey in some alpha male locker room talk, but I can’t make myself say it. I know I’ll get laughed at if I tell the truth—that I’ve bent the fuck over backwards just to please Amanda. And I NEVER do that with anyone. As soon as I say one word, he’ll figure it out. He’s never going to see me in the same light.

“It was a joke, Nate,” he says casually. “You know I’m just clowning when I say shit like that. Sort of like you clown on TV saying you like banging all the marrieds? It gets us press. It’s bullshit talk.”

Maybe that’s code, maybe that means I should tell him the truth.

“You know…” Rey says, biting his lip in discomfort. “Speaking of marriage…”

My eyes light up. What the hell is he saying to me? He’s not…nah, he ain’t getting married. He will NEVER get married.

“What, are you getting married or something?” I laugh.

“No, no,” he says waving his hand. “No, I just was going to mention that Reagan, your step sister, reached out to me by mail and invited me to another charity event. You know that’s her thing and all.”

“Sure, yeah. It’s a good gesture.”

“Well, Nate,” he says awkwardly. “The thing is it’s not my thing. I don’t really like all the charity benefits.”

“Nobody really likes them, motherfucker! You just do it because it’s the right thing to do. If Reagan invited you, you better go and do it. You know she’ll ride you hard if you don’t.”

“Well…” he smiles.

“Not like that! She’s like my sister, man. Don’t even go there. That’s gross.”

“I wasn’t. Nate, let me ask you something.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Do you ever get tired of the same old thing? It seems like…I dunno…sometimes the drinking, partying and pussy feels so…high school and college. Like, it all comes to an end, you know?”

“Hmmmm…” I say with an interested face.

“I was talking to a girl in a bar last week. Blond kid, younger. Twenties you know.”

“Mmmmm-hmm.”

“And she got me thinking about that. You know, love and marriage. Wondering if I could ever love someone. Or if the lifestyle would ever allow me to do that. Sometimes I think I’m doomed to be my father. That marriage will never be ME.”

“Rey…it’s okay,” I say compassionately. I see what’s happened here.”

“Oh?”

“You went and grew a vagina,” I say with wide eyes, strutting my head up and down like I’m dying to get punched. “No, no, you turned into a woman! No, no tell me more about love. Tell me more about your midlife crises. Does your dick still work or just half the time, half the power?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he says with a stretched smirk. “I knew you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh I understand,” I say with a cheerful smile. “Get your married ass out of here. Asshole, wants to settle down, have kids and have tea and eggs with the wife every morning reading the paper. Poor Nate Jiggur, he’s going to be alone in the life! Fucking twice the pussy, the pussy YOU rejected, you old married piece of shit!”

“Stop talking in the third person. You sound like a dork.”

“I’m gonna seduce your wife, your daughter, and all your granddaughters when they turn eighteen, you old married ass man.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Rey says with a scowl. “And you Nate, ought to consider growing the fuck up yourself. At least I play myself in real life, however flawed and pathetic I am. Not an obnoxious cartoon.”

“Gimme hug, bitch.”

“Fuck off,” he says, finally smiling. “Good look with that groupie girl. Bet she’s going to love hearing Nate Jiggur talk about other women he’s banged on TV.”

“Nothing serious, nothing. Just a play that’s all. HEY, you’re coming to that charity, event. Reagan wants you there, and you’re going.”

“Yeah I’ll think about it. Been thinking a lot lately.”

I mock him again with a loud tsk tsk. “You’re depressing the fries, fool. Look at how lumpy they are.”

I know, I know.

I was JUST thinking of confessing my feelings for Amanda to my best friend…he gives me an opening…and I totally blow it. I know!

It is crazy. And it does seem like an asshole thing to do. But one has to understand that this competition between Rey and I is bigger than that.

If push comes to shove I have to be the winner in all our arguments. I have to be the bigger man. I have to slap his head whenever I can because that keeps the dynamic going. If he’s going to fall in love first then let him! I’ll mock his ass through and through and I’ll win! I’m Nate Jiggur, fool!

Now all that said…yeah. Rey definitely feels it. What I feel. Not that getting laid all the time gets tiring, but more like the saying goodbye parts get cold.

Amanda’s goodbye reminded me of just how much it sucks to always be chasing one night stands. It’s like…it all disappears the next morning. Memories erased. Likelihood of seeing her again? Zero. I don’t want that to happen to Amanda. I don’t.

But for now… I WIN. Rey got the bug first, as far as I’m concerned.

“Seriously bro…I hope you nab yourself a good wife, I do.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he says sourly. “Just keep an open mind, that’s all I’m saying. BRO.” He mocks me with those condescending dark eyes, just like his jet black hair.

I laugh it off…but believe me, my surrogate brother, my mind is as opened as it’s ever been. And Amanda is the catalyst. Maybe the catalyst I’ve been waiting for to take me somewhere else…to the next level.