touchdown

You run the soapy rag over your slim body, you hate being so small. Suddenly your mind drifts to last night with brian, sitting in his lap pressing your slim frame against his muscular body. You feel your cock rise. No! Why? He's a guy, you're a guy! You're not attracted to him! You tell yourself but can't stop thinking about his smile, and what little you remember of the kiss you gave him. You start to stroke your cock envisioning his strong muscular back, his chest flexing with effort. You imagine him, showering before the game to clear his head, his strong body drenched with water, waiting for you. You feel yourself cum, suddenly feeling ashamed and turn the shower off and dress for the game.

You've never been to a football game before so you try to dress comfortably, but you still want to impress Brian...for some reason. You arrive at the football field, buy your tickets and find a seat near the 50-yard line. It's not long into the game that you kick yourself for wearing a light jacket. You decide to go to one of the stands and buy a school sweater. Unfortunately, the only sweater they have in your size is a lady's pink. They throw in pom poms by way of an apology.

Watching the game for you for the first quarter was pretty boring until you spot brian #25. "Oh, he's the quarterback." You giggle for a second thinking how you're dating the quarterback. Then chide yourself. You cheer as Brian makes a twenty-five-yard pass that was run in for a touchdown. You shake your pom-poms at brian trying to get his attention.

The team was on the defensive now so you didn't really pay attention until the crowd started cheering. Apparently one of the defensive linemen recovered a fumble. You cheered as Brian took the field. You wanted him to know you were here, it seemed important that he knew. Brian stood behind the center and snapped the ball, unable to find an open receiver Brian runs thirty yards before he was stopped by a brutal tackle. You scream and race to the players' entrance, by the time two security guards stopped you they were carrying Brian off the field. "Hold on we can't let you through." he stared down at you

"He's my, my," all the running left you out of breath. The guard took a closer look at you and nodded to the other guard

"let her through." Not thinking of what he said you raced to Brian laid out on a bench.

"You came!" he said half surprised.

"I told you I would." You knelt beside him. "Are you going to be okay?" unable to sit up he rubs your back reassuringly.

"I'll be fine, just got knocked for a loop. You'll probably have to drive me home though." he laughs

"It's a date." you smile back at him.

"Good, maybe I can kiss you back this time." he laughs and you nearly die from embarrassment. "How'd you get in here anyway?" he says, you know from a few health classes that you should keep him conscious,

"They thought I was your girlfriend." he laughed and pulled you closer, you weren't sure if it was on purpose or not. "Every girls dream to date the quarterback isn't it?" he laughed again. He seemed so out of it you don't want to upset him.

"Yeah, we all dream about you big guy." You look up and see the security guard standing over the both of you. "I should go." He grabs your hand as you turn to leave. Your hand seemed so frail and tiny in his, no wonder they thought you were his girlfriend.

"Please stay." You look at the security guard who sighs and leaves.

Most fans would kill to have a seat so close to the action. But all you could focus on was Brian, he managed to sit up next to you, he was leaning his head on your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair and he wrapped his arm around your lower back. "Hey you gotta stay awake ok?" he moans into your neck. "Say, wake up." your swallow hard, "do you want to go out again?" you ask. It had the desired effect, it woke him up and he seemed more focused.

"I'd love too." He smiled back at you, but then he started to droop

"Who changed me last night?" once again he woke up and smiled at you.

"Well I wanted you to be comfortable after the fun time we had." he beamed at you. The second quarter ended and he stood to follow the rest of the team in the locker room. He still couldn't walk right on his own so you allow him to lean on you again. The rest of the team teased you once they were in the locker room shouting "girl in the locker room! Brian's brought his girlfriend guys cover-up!" the coach settled them down and he went over their mistakes during the first half and how they were going to fix it during the second.

He stared down at you and Brian, well probably Brian, he was very intense. "Wilks, you got another half in ya?" he demanded more than asked. "

Yes, coach." The rest of the team slaps brian on the shoulder pads before they headed out.

You stopped Brian "you can't go out there, you can barely walk." you had to fight back tears at the thought of Brian being seriously injured.

"I'll be fine, but hey," suddenly brian kissed you full on the lips. His kiss tasted as beautiful as his smile, like laughter and sunshine. "kiss for luck." He winked at you before putting his helmet back on and walking onto the field.

Brian's good luck kiss must have helped because he managed to score two touchdowns himself and throw in four more touchdown passes before the game ended. True to his word you still had to drive him home and helped him into his room. God, he was heavy. Brian crashed onto his bed for a second before he started trying to undress himself. "Whoa what are you doing?"

"Gotta get dressed for bed." he mumbled his eyes completely closed.

"I'll..." you dont bother to finish the sentence unable to believe what you're about to do. You pull off his shirt then shuck off his pants and boxers in one motion and stare at his cock. His completely dwarfed yours. He had to be 9 inches soft. You bite your lip and reach your hand out to touch it but stopped yourself. It took you several minutes to pull his pajama pants on. As you were about to leave he grabbed you and pulled you into the bed with him. You let out a girlish scream as he pulled you close to his massive body. No matter how hard you fought you couldn't break loose and finally, you gave up and slept, your face in his bare chest.