As my teammates entered the room, I began to stretch, and I could hear a few of them mumbling, but it wasn't very loud. Not while I'm around, not anyway. I found out relatively quickly that the game concluded in a tie score of two-two and that Maxwell played goalie for the final three and a half minutes of the contest. I proceeded to stretch out with my eyes closed while leaning back against my locker and supporting my weight on it.
"Phanuel, what the heck is wrong with you?”
I blinked, and when I did, I found myself staring at the new youngster. Um... I have no idea what his name was. Ethan, maybe? Even though he didn't get any playing time today, he was a freshman player who somehow made it onto the varsity team. I had the impression that he was not originally from the region and that he had recently relocated to this location from...
Who could possibly care?
"Excuse me?
" As I glanced at him, I cocked my head to the side and wondered how foolish he could possibly be.
"Just because you think a foul will be called does not give you permission to stop gazing at the ball! And you absolutely, positively do not spit out expletives in front of the official! ”
My muscles were stiff everywhere. I entertained the thought, if fleetingly, of knocking the tiny shithead out cold. I swiftly moved on to another notion that was significantly superior to that one. I gradually got to my feet and stepped away from the bench.
I gave him a half smile while narrowing my eyes and said, "There is absolutely no effing way that you are talking to me." Quite a few of the guys let out a chuckle.
"Who else missed a goal without even making an attempt to go for the ball?"
No laughing at this point! In point of fact, the entirety of the locker area sank into complete and utter silence. The only sounds that could be heard were the running water from the showers and the muttered conversation that could be heard over there.
"Who the hell do you think you are, you jackass?
" I inquired while pointing in the direction of Fred and Jerry. They approached him in a leisurely manner by walking up to either side of him.
"I am a member of this group!
" the tiny shit said in an exclamatory tone.
"And as a member of this team, you are aware that I serve as your team captain," she said.
"I am aware of that," he stated. As he became aware of two larger men approaching him from either side, he gradually lost his voice.
"And as the team captain, I do get certain...privileges," I smiled even bigger as I moved one step closer to him and continued my conversation with him.
“What? Do you enjoy acting like an idiot out there in the field? " He appeared to be trying to retreat but could not do so because there was nowhere else for him to go. He looked about from all angles.
I watched as his eyes widened as he stood still as I said, "No, like getting blowjobs from the youngest player on the team." He froze in his position.
He mumbled, "You're fucking mad or something," in response to her statement.
“Seriously? I nodded to Fred and Holder, and they each placed a leg behind the child, compelling him to stay where he was. "I'm thinking you need a little lesson," I said to him. "It looks like you do." "It is imperative that you realize that what I say is final. I am right every time. And you don't fucking question me."
I moved one step closer to the goal.
“Ever.”
Ethan was swiftly seized by Tripp and Holder, who held him by the shoulders as well as the arms. As they brought him to his knees in front of me, my colleagues pulled his arms behind his back and twisted them behind his head. I reached to the front of my jeans and unbuttoned the top button with my index finger.
I spoke to him in a hushed tone and told him, "Don't worry." "It is truly an honor to con me out of my money. It's likely that you'll enjoy the flavor.
The motion in Ethan's chest started to become fast and irregular. As he struggled to free himself from his captors, he swiftly shifted his gaze from my chin to my crotch and back again. I reached for my zipper as if I was going to let it down, but I stopped myself and instead leaned toward him.
I informed him, as I took a step back and grinned once again, "Lucky for you, there are a dozen girls still up in the stands who would beg for the opportunity." "Look, I'm not going to put my foot in your mouth, but that's not the point, is it? The point is that I had the opportunity, right? ”
I saw a glimpse of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed, and he hurriedly nodded his head.
I reminded him and everyone else in the room that "my dad owns this town," and then I went on to say, "and I own this school, and I most certainly own this team." Don't fucking forget it."
Before I exited the changing room and made my way back through the tunnel, I buttoned my fly, grabbed my bag, and slung it over my shoulder like a satchel. I didn't even look back. I gave each of the girls a warm smile as I passed through the stands where they were waiting for me, and then I chose one of them to accompany me as I walked into the school. There were only a handful of girls left. She was a cute little junior, and during the summer she had been virtually drooling over me as we were in practice. Tonight would be the night that she experienced her delight.
The gymnasium at the high school looked like a raging zoo. Even though it was located in a very tiny town and was only an hour away from Portland, Oregon, there were still a significant number of people there. It was impossible to have a conversation with anyone because the local DJ was playing some good metal tunes and the venue was really loud. That was perfect for me in every way. People who tried to talk to me about the game were met with a lot of smiles and nods on my part.
I reached out and grabbed Riana, who was currently the "it" girl, by the hand and dragged her over to the table where the refreshments were located. She was grinning broadly and pressing up against my shoulder as if she were establishing some kind of claim to her fucking territory or something. She spent most of her time looking down her nose at the other girls. Whatever. Everything would be fine as long as she gave me a little something later, and I wouldn't probably bad-mouth her too much at school the following week if she did that.
After grabbing a cup, I hurried over to Maxwell in order to have some "fun" with the punch that we were making. I also poured some of the contents of his flask into Riana's beverage. It wouldn't hurt to try and loosen her up a little bit, would it? The first time she asked me if I wanted to dance, I had to ask her to repeat herself four times before I could even understand what she was saying to me.
I gestured toward the dance floor and said, "Go ahead," as a suggestion.
"With you, foolish!
", she yelled back at him.
I advised her to go out and dance by herself. "I'm going to watch."
She glared and then walked out onto the dance floor, wriggling her hips and lifting her hands over her head while she danced in order to make her tits stand out. At the very least, my cock was aware of what was going on, and I decided it was about time to find a location that offered a little bit more discretion.
. After finishing my drink, I went and got another one and drank that one as well. When I got to that point, I was feeling quite good, so I went out onto the dance floor and grabbed her waist from behind. I was having a great time.
I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Let's go dance somewhere else, darling." I finally decided to just take her off the dance floor and out into the hallway after saying the same phrases several more times just to have her gaze at me blankly. At least I could hear my own thoughts when I was out there, but the ringing in my ears persisted.
"In which direction are we heading?
", she questioned as I dragged her down the hallway
"Locker rooms," I said. They won't be locked, will they?
“Nah.”
I rounded the corner and opened the door with a push of my foot. Riana withdrew her hand.
She uttered the words: "I don't think I'm supposed to go in there." She cast her eyes in every direction, but there was no one else in the building at the time. After turning around, I reached behind me and gripped her waist. As I pulled her in closer, I brought my mouth to meet hers. I could hear her groaning against my lips, and I knew she would do whatever I wanted her to do because I could feel her moaning. A couple more kisses were exchanged between us before I let my hand to move closer to her and cover one of her tits.
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