Someone in particular wants to congratulate him

Mark stood around with the other guys after the game in the change rooms, a beer in hand, a sweet taste of victory more than the actual froth of the beer.

“Take it easy on that my man,” Bryce said, coming in to man hug him for about the fifth time since the final siren, “No more than one beer if you’re driving my car tonight.”

“You gotcha,” Mark said, taking another sip.

It was just like last night, he was the man of the moment and everyone wanted to celebrate it with him. Coming into college at first in his freshman year, Mark felt completely out of the loop. No confidence whatsoever when it came to social situations, most people on campus walking past him like he was invisible.

Tonight, he reflected on that and how far he had come, he now felt like the king of the entire college. If only more people had have been there to witness it.

‘Beep. Beep’

Mark heard his phone beeping from his sports bag. Quickly taking it out, he was pleased to see a message from Tiffany.

Tiffany: Congratulations!! When you get a chance, come meet me outside the rooms!

Try to wipe that grin of his face now, physically impossible. Mark couldn’t have left the change rooms as quick as he did to go out and see his ex-girlfriend.

Walking outside, he looked up at the night sky. The rain had temporarily stopped with many of the dark clouds heading west, now showing some stars that were previously hidden.

Where is she, he thought as he moved around to see where the brunette was standing. He walked out and into the empty grandstand to have a better look.

“From Hero to Hero huh?” Her voice then echoed from behind him.

Mark spun around on the spot to see the brunette senior stunner smiling back at him.

“God you scared me there Tiff!” he said, frightened from the surprise.

She giggled like a cheerleader speaking to her footballer hero. Tiffany was as wet as he was from the rain tonight. She still wore her red sleeveless cheerleader top, that mini red skirt with white trimmings a sight for sore eyes.

“I’m glad you were here to see that tonight,” Mark told her honestly.

“I know, shame it wasn’t back at home, everyone would have gone mental and we actually would have a decent crowd instead of these Wakefield kids, not a sporting bone in their bodies, most of them anyway.”

“Lucky I listened to your advice last night and didn’t have too much to drink,” he said.

She started smiling again before doing a quick peek around to see who was in their surroundings.

“What are you looking for?” he asked her, noticing her wandering eyes.

Tiffany didn’t say a word, she just grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along.

“Ohh umm okay,” he said, as he now held his ex’s hand as she led him further up the grandstand stairs.

Her hand felt as soft as he remembered, her skin smooth from her skin care routine that had never changed. Tiffany held onto him tightly, dragging him along up the staircase until they got into a spot that was hidden from anyone outside.

Pushing him lightly up against the side of the grandstand, Tiffany leaned in and let her lips connect with his.

“What.. what are you doing?” he asked her, his back pressed up against the cold concrete barrier.

Tiffany kissed him once more before moving her soft hands down to his pants, “This doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a one off…”

Before he could even have a chance to reply, Tiffany was pulling down not just his pants, but his briefs as well. Mark couldn’t believe what was happening, especially considering where they were. It was away from the view of anyone else but still a risk in a public place. Mark tried to relax as her cold wet hand gripped onto his cock. Unless someone came up the stairs and looked for them closely, they probably should be safe and avoid being caught up here.

Tiffany spent the next couple of minutes trying to kiss him as much as she could. With the wall behind him, Mark was able to keep balance, his right hand still had a half opened beer so using his left hand, Mark let it sneak under her cheerleading skirt and grab a hold of her damp butt cheek.

She led her kisses trail from his lips, down his neck and too his upper chest, just before clothing got in her way. Just the feeling of those juicy lips on his skin was one of familiarity and pleasure.

Mark was itching for more contact downstairs. Her hand felt great against his shaft, she had him hard in just seconds but she had started off slowly. Tiffany stroked him very lightly while concentrating more on what her lips were doing on his neck.

Sucking on a part of the skin of his neck, Tiffany let it go, breathing quite heavily.

“Jesus Christ… I never thought you’d kiss me like that again,” he muttered to her.

She smirked but remained cool, “Like I said, this means nothing. Just relax and enjoy this next part, you’ve earned it…”

After saying those words, Tiffany dropped her knees to the ground, kneeling on the hard cold concrete in front of him. “Awwh god,” he let out as she used her tongue the lick the underside of his cock, making his body twitch and shake in front of her.

“Hold tight,” she said, then grabbing a firm hold of his very white thighs. Tiffany dived her head forward, taking him into her mouth. The sound of slushing and slurping were heard instantly as Tiffany went to work on his cock, taking as much as she could.

Her mouth was a machine, he knew that well from the amount of mornings that he would wake up to a blowjob from the brunette senior girl. It was like she was picking up from where she left off all that time ago.

Tiffany tightened her lips around his shaft, pushing her own head forward and downwards in rapid succession.

“Fuckkkk…. Fucking hell…” he moaned again, grabbing a hold of her head.

That brown hair looked darker because of the rain, she had most of it tied back in a ponytail, making this even easier for her to suck him off in this position. His dick was already decently wet from before she took his pants off due to the rain and conditions of the game, both their bodies were.

Mark took a big gulp of his beer and even took a moment to look around the empty stadium. It seemed too surreal, as if he was drinking. This wasn’t meant to happen to him. Being sucked off by the hot cheerleader in her outfit as he drank a beer in the grandstand of the stadium that he had just scored the winning touchdown in.

This was King shit.

At that moment, he started even thrusting his cock further into Tiffany’s mouth, making the brunette gag by the amount she was taking in.

“Fuck Tiff… I’m so close…”

Hearing that, Tiffany used her tongue more playfully, trying to tease the tip of his cock to get him off.

“Oooh god yes!”

She dived back down on it again, pushing her face down hard and pressing it right against his body. The sound of gaging was very loud as the brunette deepthroated his entire length.

“Fuck I’m cumming!!” he yelled out to her down below.

She moved her head back slightly so she could at least get better control of him as he started to cum. Like she had done time and time before, Tiffany held him inside her mouth, swallowing every last drop of his sperm.

Trying to enjoy every last second of it, Mark skulled the remainder of his beer as Tiffany licked his cock clean. Her cute but sexy face was what he remembered most as she smiled, happy to clean his mess up.

“I know you said it didn’t mean anything but I sure wouldn’t mind that after every game,” he said, laughing.

Tiffany got up from the ground, leaving Mark’s cock still exposed, “Maybe I’ll let you return the favour next time… if you win of course,” she said, giving him a bit of cheek with the last line.

If that wasn’t motivation to win again, nothing would get Mark going.