When I was a sophomore in high school I tried out for the football team. I could catch the ball pretty well, but I was too slow, so I didn't make the team. Wanting to be involved with the team one way or another, I ended up with the job of Down Marker.
I became a fixture on the sidelines of every home game through my senior year.
In those days the home team provided the Down Marker, I don't know how it's done today.
One of the things I loved about being the Down Marker is that I got to be close to the cheerleaders. Oh yeah, that was probably the best part of the job. Once in a while I would lose my focus because I was entranced by the sexy moves being displayed only a few feet away from me. The cheerleaders all knew that I was drooling over them and I didn't care. I knew I didn't have a chance with any of them anyway, so why not ogle them at every opportunity.
Now I was a very horny kid as a senior, and I probably masturbated once a day. I was basically a normal teenage boy.
One Friday night we were playing our cross-town rivals and the stands were packed. There were a number of girls in the front row along the 50-yard line. I noticed them when they walked up and found their seats. There were 4 of them, and they were all hot. I had seen all of them at school before, but didn't know any of them. One of them, who was incredibly hot, had once dated the Quarterback. I even knew her name, Terri.
As the game progressed I noticed the girls were jumping up and down and cheering for the team enthusiastically. I also noticed that Terri was wearing a thin cotton top and no bra.
What? I did a double take when I saw how her tits bounced up and down, obviously free of any encumbrance. "Holy shit." I thought.
I found myself having difficulty paying attention to the game. I kept casting glances over at Terri, seeing her awesome body jumping up and down, her short skirt flowing up when she descended, displaying a pair of really nice legs. I also noticed that she caught me looking at her.
Embarrassed, I looked away and tried to focus on the game, but I couldn't do so for long. Thinking I had given her enough time to forget me, I chanced a look in her direction. She was looking right at me, and now her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her top. Oh my God, I thought, look at those nipples.
I was getting aroused and I did not want that to happen. I looked back at the game and tried to focus, but my mind was split. I was able to keep track of where the down marker needed to be, but I did so almost in a fog. My mind was on Terri, on her tits, on her legs, on her hips. In spite of my desire not to get excited, I found my cock was getting harder and harder. I couldn't stop looking over at Terri, and she seemed to be deliberately trying to get me aroused.
As it happened, I had not masturbated in several days, and I was in extreme need. So extreme, that I couldn't help but try to rub my cock without anyone noticing. I placed one hand on the pole at crotch level and occasionally stroked my cock with the other, believing that nobody could see. As I did I kept stealing glances at Terri and her protruding nipples. It was almost more than I could take, and I began to stroke myself less surreptitiously.
I didn't realize how dangerous my situation was until I looked over and saw Terri looking at me and smiling as she and her friends did a hip-swaying dance similar to what the cheerleaders were doing. That smile, and that look, caught me by surprise. What did that mean? Was she trying to tell me something?
Suddenly I realized that I had gone too far and I felt an orgasm building. I quickly crossed my legs and turned toward the field, trying to shut it down, but it was already too late. I began to cum in my pants. Oh my God, I thought, what the hell am I going to do?
I stood there facing the field as my cum emptied out into my shorts and a wet spot spread slowly across the front of my pants. I was embarrassed beyond embarrassment.
After the game a few of the football players asked me if I had peed my pants. I had been thinking about this moment and had an explanation ready, for whatever it was worth.
"I didn't pee, I had an orgasm", I said. "I decided to see how long I could go without masturbating before I had a 'wet dream'. I just happened to reach my limit during that game."
They looked at me seriously and asked how long it took.
"Two weeks." I said, but of course a stud like you wouldn't last that long. Then again, it takes mental strength to refrain from beating off, and I don't know if you have THAT kind of strength."
As I walked away I turned and saw them talking amongst themselves.
Along with being involved with football, I was also the captain of the chess team. A couple of days a week at lunch I played chess with other members of the team. I knew that people thought of me as a nerd, but that didn't bother me.
On Monday I was playing two games against sophomores when I looked up and saw Terri at a distance walking in my direction. I looked back at the chessboards and made two moves, then looked up again.
Terri had covered half the distance between us and was still walking in my direction. I looked back down at the boards and neither of the players had made their moves yet. I looked back up and Terri was much closer and looking right at me. I began to sweat. I imagined every possible embarrassing scenario unfolding in front of all of these kids who looked up at me as their Chess God'.
"Hi Ernest", she said.
My heart literally stopped beating. For a second I was dead, no heart beat, no blood flowing through my veins. Finally I sucked in a deep breath and said Hi' back. I was tongue-tied. All the kids had stopped playing and were looking at us. I knew I had to do something to justify their adulation, but my mind was a blank.
"I heard about the experiment you started with the football team", she said.
Huh, what experiment? I didn't know what she was talking about.
"I think it's totally cool," she said, "I never knew you had so much influence."
Now over the last couple of years I had helped many of the football players with their classes, and it was not much of a challenge. They all knew they could come to me for help with any class, and my 3.9 GPA only helped to convince them that I knew everything.
I suddenly realized what this was all about. I began to relax; my breathing returned to normal, my heartbeat slowed. That feeling that I was about to shit my pants left me.
"To tell you the truth," I said, "I didn't realize this would turn into such a big deal."
"Well it clearly has," she said, "the entire football team is doing the same thing you did, and they are betting on who can last the longest."
I began to laugh, thinking that the actual cause of all this was standing before me and wondering if she had any idea.
Terri began to laugh as well, which caused me to laugh harder, which caused her to laugh harder.
Finally the laughter began to subside.
"So, Ernest," she said, "what does a girl have to do to get you to help her with Algebra?"
I was momentarily thrown for a loop, but I recovered quickly.
"Well, I usually get paid to tutor the football team, but I'm sure you and I can work something out, and we smiled at each other.
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