Celebrations

"GET IN LADS!" Someone yelled as another body thumped hard into Arthur's back. He groaned in pain, though it very quickly turned into a whoop of joy, the ecstasy overtaking him. Arthur felt on top of the world. He knew that it was the adrenaline staving off the pain, and that the moment he could got the cramps would hit him like a punch but he couldn't care less.

"HELL YEAH, ART!" Marcus roared, excitedly bringing Arthur into a powerful hug. Arthur laughed loudly as he reciprocated, the rain thankfully washing away the nasty scent of sweat the players undoubtedly bore. Marcus was suddenly tugged away by some other person eager to congratulate him as Arthur doubled over following a hearty slap from his goalkeeper.

He fell to his knees, staring up at the sky and allowing the rain to wash his nerves away. He had captained his school team to their first ever finals.

Dimly, he saw a huge swarm around what appeared to be Marcus, throwing him up in the air with joy. While Arthur felt immeasurably happy- both for his best friend and the fame he was about to be introduced to as well as winning, he couldn't help but feel a twang of jealousy. While sure, it was Marcus who'd struck the killing blow, it was basically all orchestrated by Arthur, dancing past three defenders and bamboozling the opposing team to give Marcus the open space to run into.

All he had to was kick the ball.

But he banished those thoughts, knowing it would get him nowhere. It was of no use to think like that, especially about someone as close to him as Marcus. Arthur knew that those who would recognize his effort were the ones which really mattered.

"ARTHUR!" Another voice called out from behind him. Arthur whirled around, brushing the hair sticking in his face out of his eyes, expecting to see another excited fan but was pleasantly surprised to see Coach Amirah jogging towards him. His eyes were quickly drawn away from her emotional expression to her two immense jugs bouncing about in time with her steps, their outline displayed clearly against the jersey allowing with two hard nubs.

"Hey Coach!" Arthur answered cockily, before groaning as she slammed into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a suffocating hug.

"Urgh!" Arthur gasped as he felt the wind knocked out of his lungs while Coach Amirah trapped him in a bone crushing hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. Arthur hesitantly put his arms around his Coach's hips, his eyes widening at their intense softness, a stark contrast to her taut ab muscles pressing against him.

He also very quickly became aware of something else pressing him, namely Coach Amirah's two jugs squishing his chest like pillows, each topped with a spiky areola that sent tingles down his spine... as well as the distinct, solid outline of something fleshy and hard pressing his crotch. Was that...

Unfortunately, he couldn't find out because Coach Amirah abruplt pulled off him, Arthur both thankful for the crushing weight squeezing his lungs being removed but also a touch upset that her bountiful breasts weren't squished up against his chest anymore.

"Thank you so, so much, Art." She whispered. Arthu gulped and nodded, fighting to keep his eyes from dipping to her breasts.

"N-no problem, Coach. just doing what any captain should." He answered back nervously. Coach Amirah smiled weakly as she fondly ran a finger down his sculpted cheek, sending a rush of heat across his face. Were those tears in her eyes, or was it the rain?

"That's what I love about you, Art. Always so humble. No, that wasn't what any captain does... that's what great captains do. And no matter what anyone says... this victory is all you." She murmured, rubbing soothing circles into his jaw. Suddenly, as if she suddenly awoke from a stupor, Coach Amirah's eyes fluttered and she flinched, rapidly drawing her hand back as if Arthur's face was scalding.

"Uh, a-anyways. Finals are in a week- see if you can do the same thing, captain!" She stated, suddenly all businesslike before spinning on her heel to presumably go and congratulate Marcus.

Arthur stood there for a long moment, watching his Coach's hot Arabian ass sway hypnotically with every step she took until she was swallowed by the crowd and rain.

"Congrats, hun." A voice suddenly purred, and Arthur yelped as he felt a pair of strong hands wrap around him from behind. He stilled as the sounds of the surrounding world seemed to fade, his hearing isolated on the one voice in his ear. He could recognize it anywhere.

"A-Allison?" Arthur asked, bewildered as the person behind him wrapped her arms tighter, pushing her muscular torso into his back.

"The one and only..." She purred back, her lips fluttering up and down Arthur's neck. Arthur stifled a pleasured moan.

"W-what are you doing here?" Arthur spluttered, dumbfounded.

"Why, just watching my boyfriend captain his team to their first ever finals appearance. Something wrong in that?" She asked, before spinning Arthur around.

Arthur swallowed heavily, thanking his lucky stars he showed out today. He didn't even know his girlfriend was gonna be here!

"N-no! Th-that's great! Just tell me next time... so I know how hard to try." He answered honestly as he stared into his girlfriend's alluring brown eyes. Allison threw her head back and laughed, a melodious, tittering sound that sent Arthur's heart beating in overtime.

"All right, lovebirds! Break it up!" A gruff voice called out. The pair spun around and Arthur's eyes widened as he saw his Mom, Lenna, Alice and... Daphne?

"You guys came too?" Arthur yelped. The squad laughed as they approached.

"Of course we did, baby! Wouldn't miss it for the world!" Mom purred, fondly pinching his cheek. Arthur shook her off, darting a concerned eye over to Allison, hoping she didn't spot the infantilism. Allison met it with a playful wink- something Mom herself unfortunately caught on to.

"Oh dear, I forgot! Little Artie has a girlfriend now! Surely that doesn't mean you're too old to give Momma a hug, right?" She exclaimed before wrapping her arms around Arthur's head and roughly squishing him into her breasts. Arthur groaned as his Mother's two jugs squished his face before he wriggled out. "It only seems like yesterday when the Principal called because you wet your pants watching the teacher!"

"Mom!" He exclaimed annoyed.

He yelped as a rough hand slammed into his back, forcing him to double over and cough.

"Great game, lil bro!" Alice crowed proudly, digging her fingers into Arthur's hair and giving him a rough noogie.

"Oh, leave him, Alice!" Lenna chided, shaking the Quarterback off before cupping Arthur's face in her rough hands. Arthur looked up, into Lenna's deep grey eyes, both filled with pride.

"I'm proud of you, lil man." She murmured, massaging his jaw.

"Oh, c'mon! Job's not done yet, Artie! You won't get nothing from me until I see that gold medal!" Daphne yelled boisterously, wrenching Arthur out of Lenna's grasp and greeting him with a noogie of her own. She shoved his face into her crotch, forcing Arthur's nose to squish against her soft, yet unmistakable clothed cock.

"Gaghk! I would expect nothing less, Fifi!" Arthur spluttered as he regained his bearings, fighting not to slip as the rain subsided.

"Very well then, go and get changed- you're filthy!" Mom implored, looking Arthur up and down. Arthur grinned as he checked himself out. It was true- he was covered head to toe in mud and sweat, his hair was matted and his breath was coming out in heavy gasps.

"And after you do..." Alice whispered, bending down so her mouth hovered right over Arthur's ear, whispering so low that Arthur himself could barely hear her over the drizzle. "Me and Lenna have a... congratulatory surprise planned at home for you!" She purred, before sneakily dipping a hand down and grabbing a handful of his ass.

Arthur squeaked as Alice sauntered off, smiling like nothing happened before he turned around and jogged towards the locker room, trembling with excitement.