John Kent, no relation. University football player

“Who am I? Fuck! Guess I should have mentioned that right at the beginning. Name is John, The Monster, Kent. No relation. If you follow college football you likely know who I am.

“If you don’t. Let’s see. How to describe me? Look, have you ever seen, **** of the Nerds? Remember the character Ogre played by Donald Gibb?

“I’m sort of like him, only three inches taller and fifty pounds of muscle heavier, and my I.Q. is likely a few points higher. I’m not monosyllabic anyway. For one thing I know what monosyllabic means. Though I really have to give credit to my tutor, brainy Betty for that. She’s helping me write this in case you were wondering.

“Okay, let’s back up a bit. I got into university on a football scholarship. I’d have ended up in trade school otherwise. Not that I had anything against that. I’d actually wanted to go to work for my father’s construction company. I’ve always been better with my hands than my brain. But when I pretty much destroyed all the other teams in our high-school conference single handedly the recruiters had come knocking.

“My mom was an ex-school teacher and smart enough to know that the chances of me reaching the NFL were slim despite my physical ability, and even if I did all it would take was one bad hit to destroy my career. I had to have something to fall back on. Like I said, I think a trade school would have suited me better but my mom felt that a full ride university scholarship was not something to throw away. I could always go to trade school afterwards and get a real education. The biggest problem for me would be keeping my academic levels high enough to keep that scholarship. She had it written right in the contract we signed with the university that they would supply the necessary tutors to keep my GPA up.

“She was pretty emphatic on the topic. She promised the coach that she’d be testing me her ownself during my visits home, and maybe inbetween, and if it turned out the university was fiddling with my grades to keep me elligible she’d pull me out of the program without even a fuck you. The only reason she was letting me go to university was to get an education and if they screwed me over on that there weren’t no point in me being there.

“You might ask why a grown ass man, mostly, would let his mom run his life like that. Well, mom had been running my life since I took my first step and it had worked out pretty well for me. And then there was the fact that on the day I turned eighteen she sat me down and laid out a deal with me. If I let her take charge of my life until I got a wife who could take over from her she’d let me take charge of her inside our house.

And yes, that meant exactly what it sounded like. When we were alone at home I owned her tight little body and could do her any time I could get it up. I only had to slip my cock into her one time to be hooked for life. I must have fucked her a hundred times between the time I turned eighteen and when I left for university four weeks later. As a going away present she let me tap her tight ass. There was no way I was going to screw up and miss out on another chance to do that again.

What did my dad think of this? He didn’t have much say in the matter concidering she kicked him to the curb for fucking his secretary on her desk at work and pretty much destroyed the company ledgers. As she told me one time while riding my cock, she didn’t so much mind him fucking the little slut, as she did him making weeks of work for her trying to re-create the ledger in time for a tax audit.

“Now as to the other reason I mentioned Ogre. As soon as I got to university I was invited to join a fraternity. I’m not smart, but I was smart enough to know that those good-old boys thought I was dumb as a stump. It sort of amused me to play down to their expectations. As to why I was invited. I was cheerleader bait. The sports press pretty much picked my university to dominate their conference by riding on my back. I heard one of my ‘brother’s’ talking in another room saying that once I started kicking ass on the field I’d be drawing pussy like shit draws flies.

“The other reason was the intimidation factor I brought by just being in the same room as them. They seemed to delight in finding biker bars and walking in while I waited outside for a few seconds. Just long enough for the tough guys in the bar to take notice of the fresh meat. That’s when I’d bend over and walk through the door. Those smarmy little rich bitches just about came in their pants when those big tough bikers got a good look at me. Mind you, half the time it turned out they were fans, and I’d usually end up sitting with them while my ‘brother’s’ got stuck at a table in the corner. The bikers might not have smelled as nice, but they were a lot better company.

“Betty just reminded me that I should tell you about her, seeing as how I mentioned her way back when I started this. Betty is, or was, your classic female nerd. Short, scrawny. No makeup. Messy blonde hair, with a tendency to fall asleep at the drop of a hat due to her hardly getting any sleep between her own classes and tutoring my dumb ass. She is just about the smartest person I’ve ever met, and I’m counting my momma. She was a lot like me in some ways, however. She was from a poor family and was there on a scholarship. But it only covered her tuition. She needed to pay for her own housing and expenses. The university paid her well to tutor me, and she had it in writing that if I managed a 2.5 grade point average she’d get a bonus big enough to let her spend six months visiting a bunch of museums and stuff in Europe for six months after she graduated.

“It’s sort of embarrassing, but I got to confess I maybe worked a bit harder than I might have because I enjoyed listening to her talk about all the things she’d do over in Europe. She was so excited it almost made me want to go my ownself. Almost.

“The aliens sort of messed that up for her.

“Well, that’s sort of me. I guess you’ll be wanting to know what happened on the day after “THE DAY” as the press has started to refer to it.

Oh, Betty says that before I give away any more spoilers, I should start at the beginning. That was what the assignment called for, our personal memories of how the event changed our lives. So from here on out I’ll be trying to do that.

Just between you and me though, I’m not sure the university is ever going to get their shit together enough to start up classes again. And if they do I’m pretty sure I’m going to get booted from the football team, being as I’m not, you know, all human no more. Betty just gave me that look. I think she’s trying to tell me I should avoid giving away any more spoilers. Hard to tell, what with the way her face is sort of stretched out on account of her sucking on my cock like she is.

“Ouch, dang she’s mean. Those claws are fucking sharp.”