Quarterback Sneak Novels & Stories

I looked down at him, who now got his eyes closed and the mouth parted. Oh, no no. I squatted beside him and tapped his shoulders carefully. If there's one thing I know about drunk people is that if they lost conscious that was bad. "Nate." he didn't respond and I shook him lightly making him grunt. "Nate, wake up." He didn't. Instead, the quarterback just mumbled something incoherent and his face fell forward against my shoulder. The sudden weight almost made me lose my balance. Please, don't let him throw up again.

He’s dark, dangerous, and devastatingly rugged, with slicked-back dark hair and full, stern lips. It’s Trey Parker. VSU’s powerhouse quarterback. The guy Shawn hates more than anyone else on this planet because he refuses to share the spotlight. Trey is notorious for being cold, keeping entirely to himself, and intimidating anyone who dares get too close. People are genuinely terrified of him. And at the same time, obsessed with him. As I stare at him, a reckless, insane plan starts forming in my head. “What’s up, Goody Two-Shoes?” Chris’s mocking voice calls. “Is your lie starting to catch up with you?”

Coach Brian signaled the group motioning them to go ahead with their introduction cheer as the boys would follow from behind. Only then, when no choice was given, Jeremy unintentionally lifted his head preparing to lead as the quarterback, but sadly his eyes immediately caught sight of the tender fair skinned long legged beauty a few steps away. “Holy SHIT!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The bleachers of the pack grounds thrummed with restless energy—shouts cutting through the air, the dull thud of bodies colliding, whistles slicing across the field in sharp bursts. Dust rose in soft clouds under the relentless motion of players, and at the centre of it all stood Jared. Effortless. Commanding. As quarterback, he moved with a precision that bordered on instinct—calling plays, pivoting, throwing with a clean, practiced force that drew attention whether one intended to watch or not.

The quarterback was getting hard just thinking about it. "What do you want?" Braden asked through gritted teeth. Jake stepped closer. He looked up at the big jock. "Get on your knees." Braden didn't move for a long second. He looked at the locker room door, making sure it was closed. He looked back at Jake. Then, slowly, the big quarterback dropped down onto his knees on the concrete floor. He looked up at Jake with angry, humiliated eyes. But he stayed there. "Yeah," Jake said. "That's a good look for you."

he mocks playfully and I chuckle. "That bad huh? Stop being an asshole and tell me" "Okay" he stops when we get to the parking lot. "Look around" he tells me and when I do I see different girls squealing and pointing at Zeke. Whoa! Hold up.. Their phones are even up. "Wait I still don't get" I say truthfully and he frowns. "I am the new quarterback for NYU team and my first game is in two weeks, that's what this is all about"

She breathes, spreading her legs and making a show of pushing her finger inside her pussy. "Who's the quarterback?" Danae asks, as she takes her finger out of her pussy and removes her hand from her top. "Um... over... here." Stutters a large white guy, sitting on a bench close to the front. "I'm... the... um... quarterback." He says, licking his lips.

David, towering ahead, navigated while Wendy trailed, coveting the row ahead’s cherry Slurpees. How sublime it’d be to have that frosty crimson sweetness melting in her hands— “Oof!” She recoiled from David’s chest, the collision’s impact radiating through her forehead. “You okay?” He gripped her shoulders, scanning for injury as she stepped back, cheeks flaming. “My fault—wasn’t watching.” The minor incident drew no attention—every eye had snapped to the field where the quarterback stood. “That’s an Otters scout in the black cap,” someone murmured. “Third time this week.”

Even from thirty feet away, I can feel the tension rolling off him. Jake adjusts his gloves slowly as he passes me, his expression unreadable beneath his helmet. Coach is rotating quarterbacks for the scrimmage now, and it’s down to me and Jake. The entire school knows it too because they’ve basically turned it into a silent competition since he took my spot as QB1. I can feel the crowd on the edge of their seats, debating which one of us deserves the future more. Jake stops beside me near midfield while everyone else resets for the next snap. “You nervous?” he asks casually.

I put the ball in the spot where he was going to be before he got there and then I moved it six inches to the right of that, right into the corner's hands. Colton pulled up short and watched the ball sail past him. He turned around slowly and looked at me across the field. I was already walking back to the line. "Flukey," he said loudly, loud enough for the half circle to hear it. "Run it again." We ran it again. He switched to a deep out this time, cutting hard to the sideline, and he ran it well. He was genuinely fast and his footwork was clean and he generated a full two steps on the corner. A quarterback who had not been paying attention for three weeks would have thrown that open all da