He didn’t know why the local park jocks insisted he play a round of football with them. They said th
He didn’t know why the local park jocks insisted he play a round of football with them. They said they needed another player to round out the teams but he could barely throw a ball let alone stand up to a tackle. Despite that he found himself agreeing with their dumb wide grins as they flexed their muscled bodies in his direction, even when they told him he needed to play shirtless. As expected he sucked, but their encouragement was infectious. Each play they goaded him on, telling him he could do it. It was like all their attention was on him telling him he could throw, telling him he could faster, telling him he could grow, telling him he could be one of them. With each tackle feeling one of their heavy muscled sweaty bodies on top of him, he wanted it more and more. It’s all he could think about as his body got sweater and sweatier and each muscle flexed and bulged with new energy. He loved the feeling, how his mind felt emptier and focused on the ball, how his body felt more powerful and massive as he ran, how his teammates started to press into his swollen chest, squeeze his sore round shoulders and slap his hard ass… and when he made the winning catch flexing brand new explosive muscle as he did, he couldn’t help but give a wide dumb grin like them. He was part of the team. -- source link