Cool Fools 3: Friday Night Lights

The press junket after the win was perhaps even more demanding than the game itself. Immediately after showering and changing, Woody and his teammates and coaches spent half an hour—that seemed to last an eternity—sitting in the hot conference room answering questions that were rapidly fired at them.

Since he was in seventh grade, Woody had imagined what he would say when he received the high school’s Most Valuable Player of the year award. He always hated the clichéd speech that athletes always give about how his teammates deserve to share the honor; but now that he had received the honor, he found himself joining the other athletes thanking his teammates and coaches…and it came sincerely from the bottom of his heart.

When the press in the front had no more questions, a hand shot up from the audience in the back of the room. When acknowledged, the tall brown-haired, blue-eyed young man stood up, holding up football and a black marker in front of him, and asked, “Could I have the autograph of the whole team?”

“Of course!” said the head coach, and the crowd cheered enthusiastically as Ethan White walked down the aisle towards the table of players. When Ethan handed the ball directly to Woody, the current football champion fought back tears and scribbled his name over the surface of the ball and passed it down the line.

“Were you in the stadium all along?” Woody asked quietly.
Ethan nodded.

Woody asked, “Why did you send that message?”
Ethan smiled, “So that you would realize, champ. It’s been you and your teammates who carried the undefeated season. I’m just one of the fans!”

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The Sunday following the game there was a wild party, hosted by one of the football players. When Woody arrived at the party at 9 pm, he was immediately surrounded by a crowd of admirers, girls and guys alike. Everyone wanted a moment of his time, just to hear him say their names or to have him shake their hands gave them thrills, and Woody tried his best to please his fans.

The party was definitely wild and unsupervised. Music blasted around the house, girls and guys making out at every corner of every room, and of course, there was a surplus in booze. Woody held a can of beer in his hand and sipped it every once in a while, but hours later and the can was still half full. Woody knew someone had to be responsible and drive the others home, and the MVP accepted the responsibility without complaint. This was the type of thing, the type of coolish-foolish thing that Ethan would do, and Woody felt rather proud of himself for emulating his idol, staying above the influence.

“Woo hoo!” called out the inebriated host of the party, Chris Jones, jumping on the table, “I have a tape of Ethan White doing it with some girl. Who wants me to put it on the flat screen TV?”
“Hell yeah!” bellowed the drunken crowd.

Woody couldn’t believe his ears. He didn’t necessarily think it was wrong for couples to tape themselves having sex as long as it was mutual agreement, but Woody had to wonder how did the tape of Ethan and some girl get into the hand of the drunk football player.

As the tape was put in the VCR, the big screen flashed blue for a moment, and in that moment, Woody of course thought this was a joke. No duh! This must be a prank. It had to be a practical joke. Most likely, it’s just a video of some fat guy doing an ugly girl. Yeah, that’s probably what they’ll see.

But as the blue went away, Woody could see a powerful man’s chest onscreen. Ripped and tanned and beefy. To the crowd it could be any built guy’s chest, but Woody knew he had seen this chest before. This was the only man’s chest that could spring him a hard-on. As the camera view zoomed out, Woody could see the man’s taut neck, pulsating with veins and muscles, and finally the undeniably beautiful, handsome face of Ethan White came onscreen. Blue eyes, dark hair, flawless complexion stretched gently over great bone structure. A sexy smirked on his face.

Abruptly, the camera turned to the body of the girl underneath him. The crowd of guys went wild when they saw the smooth, soft peachy skin and supple large breasts. Usually, Woody would have cheered along, but for some reason, he wanted to the camera to return to Ethan’s body.

Before the camera could show the girl’s face, it shot right back at Ethan’s torso, and Woody felt his dick twitch excitedly. Now the camera was placed in front of him, so that you could mostly see Ethan’s chest hovering over the girl. He was now gradually sliding into missionary position. The crowd of males groaned disappointedly because a large portion of Ethan’s front could be seen and not enough of the girl’s chest. Woody usually would have joined in the complaint if it were any other guy on screen…but this was Ethan White’s magnificent body on display. Woody would later feel guilty for being turned on by Ethan’s overexposure, but at the moment, he didn’t care.

Since not much of the girl could be seen, Woody found himself imaging what it would be like to take her place. To have Ethan’s great body crushing on him. To feel Ethan’s large cock pummel inside his most sacred sanctum. Woody imagined it was his shoulders that Ethan was stroking right now; he shuddered for the sensation felt almost too real. The girl on screen was moaning so very loudly, her bellow shaking through the speakers, letting everyone know just how good a lover Ethan was.

Now the girl’s hands were sliding up Ethan’s hard, smooth chest, up his tight neck, until they covered his sexy face…Woody wished it was his hands that was on the screen…it was his hands running through Ethan’s lusciously thick hair…it was his hands now running along the muscles that wrapped around Ethan’s arms.

Woody could hear Ethan’s moan, his hard forceful grunts, his breathy utterance of pleasure, and wished Ethan was moaning because of him. But sadly, Woody of course knew it wasn’t him with Ethan on screen. Ethan was moaning for the girl, he was pleasuring this girl, and she was pleasuring him…whoever this girl was. Ethan was bringing this girl into an insane climax, indicated by her powerful screams that shocked everyone watching. Every guy in the room felt inadequate and embarrassed that they had never brought their lovers into that kind of orgasm, and every girl watching crossed their legs as they could feel themselves getting very wet.

Ethan pulled out of the girl, and now people could clearly see Ethan’s cock as he tugged off the soaking condom. Then Ethan grabbed the camera and pointed back down at the girl’s body. Ethan was creaming on her flat stomach, eight squirts full before he was done. And then he brought his hands down to lather the juices all over her breasts.

And soon the camera traveled up the girl’s body, slowly but surely, and Woody felt something uneasy as the screen reached the girl’s throat. Five seconds later, Woody gasped as he saw his sister Laurie’s face on screen. Laurie had on the biggest grin and she stared straight at the camera, “Wanna join us, Woody?”

And then the camera flipped back to show Ethan’s face, his eyes sparkling hypnotically, his smirk devilish, as he said, “Yeah, join us Sherwood!”

Woody woke up panting and sweating. His dick was still hard…and his cranium was splitting open. It was morning and the bright light in the room was almost too unbearable for him. Woody sat up on the couch and looked around to see other squirming bodies around the living room. Apparently, Woody had not stayed above the influence after all, and had passed out on the couch after drinking god knows how many cans of beer…

Chris Jones came out into the living room and Woody quickly questioned, “Dude, where did you get the video of Ethan and my sister?”
“What video?” the host asked, “Can you help me wake up these guys?”

Woody was flabbergasted, “What do you mean what video? The VHS tape you were showing everyone last night?”
Chris Jones shrugged, “VHS…Dude, I don’t even have a VCR. Those things are old-school man!”

Woody gave a sigh of relief…he must have just dreamt it all when he passed out. But his relief didn't last for long. If the tape wasn't real, it was all in Woody's mind. The fact that he dreamt of Ethan White having sex with his sister...there were so many things wrong with it, Woody didn't know where to begin.