DISCLAIMER: This is a fictitious story. None of these events ever took place. Any likeness to any real persons is purely accidentally and not intended to reflect that person. The idea for the story was submitted by “deanhuge” on LPSG and written by “suckme101” on LPSG.
This is my first story so please let me know what you think! Open to more ideas on other stories as well! Thanks for reading!
Mike was a clean-cut blonde 18-year-old boy. Well, newly 18, today is his birthday! He has been working hard throughout the school years and his father finally gave him the present of a lifetime! Great seats to his favorite sport, football! Unfortunately, coming from a not-so-well off family, Mike would take this very memorable trip by himself. He had begged his father to join him, but the money for two tickets was just not available. However, being the off-season Mike would be traveling to a nearby Foxborough, MA to visit Gillette Stadium for a practice with his favorite team!
Michael, or as he prefers, Mike, is a tall teenager standing at around 6ft tall. He is lean, with some definition from his time on the track team, but he has been attempting to hit the gym lately. His lack of social life in school made him feel a little self-conscious, even though he shouldn’t. His shy demeanor and his timid nature made him a social outcast and a virgin, not for a lack of trying. Mike had a major crush on the cheerleader at his high-school. She was his age, brunette and had a decent-sized chest. Something that Mike would jerk off to thinking about a lot, even though she was dating the quarterback and she didn’t even know that he existed. He was shy and timid, he was, by no means, an ugly teenager. It seems that Mike went through puberty pretty fast and really well. His chiseled jaw was adorned with a light coating of stubble, something he was pretty proud of, but I digress.
Mike’s beautiful, light-blue eyes glistened as he stepped out of the taxi onto the front entryway of the massive stadium. His lean yet semi muscular framed decorated with his favorite player’s jersey, and his short, undercut blonde hair covered by a sports hat that his father had gifted him before the trip. He clutched the ticket as if afraid it would fly out of his hand and his dream to see his team, and even perhaps meet his favorite player, would escape him. He quickly walked up the entryway, amidst other attendees. He nervously entered the line and his ticket was scanned. A sigh of relief and joy washed over him. The dream would not escape him this time, nothing could squish his excitement.
The small group of attendees was given a short and brief tour of the stadium. They walked through the base of it and showed where the team’s locker rooms were. Then they were allowed on the field only a minute before shuffled into the stands as the team trotted out onto the well-groomed grass. The group of fans erupted in pleasure and cheers. Mike’s eyes darted around at the father-son duos that surrounded him. He wished that his father could be here, but he knew that his father would want him to enjoy his time. Mike’s eyes quickly darted back to the team and he began to cheer as well.
Hours went by and some of the fans were called onto the field by the players. They were allowed to throw the ball and interact with some of the players for only a few minutes before being guiding back to their seats. Mike waited eagerly hoping that he would get the opportunity, but it never came. The team waved to the crowds thanking them, and then trotted back off the grass toward the locker rooms. The group of fans was told that the day was over and they would be escorted out.
Mike stood up and asked the guide if he could use the bathroom before leaving. The tour guide glanced up and down at Mike for a minute and then nodded, guiding the rest of the fans to the exit. Mike walked toward where he thought the bathroom was, only to get lost. He had finally found a sign that pointed down some stairs. Mike quickly trotted down the stairs and into the ground level. He found a bathroom and walked in. He walked up to the urinal and unzip his shorts, pulling out a thick, 6 inch soft cut cock. He held it as he peed, enjoying it since he had been holding it for a while. He finished up, washed his hands and walked back out to the hallway. Confused on where he had come from he looked around, before seeing a sign that pointed to the locker rooms. He had an idea, maybe he could just go there, find a player and get his jersey signed. Mike thought for a moment, never being one to defy authority. He shrugged and thought What is the worst that could happen? He glanced around to make sure the tour guide did not come looking for him. The coast was clear, Mike made his way to the locker room doors. They were a set of navy blue, steel, double-doors. One was cracked open, not shut all the way. Mike took a deep breath and clutched the door and pulled it open.
The room was bright and pretty clean, for a locker room that is. He took a few steps in, not seeing any players around. Mike’s heart sank. He was too late; the players had already left. He continued in a few more feet and that is when he saw him. His favorite player. Mike gasped slightly, not sure if it was him or not, and he stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. He finally gathered the little courage that this naïve, blonde teenager could muster. “uh…Mr. Tucker?” he called out weakly, but just enough for Chad to hear it. The sound traveled to a 6’4 brunette man made of pure muscle. He looked as if Michelangelo himself chiseled this muscular man out of granite. He was shirtless, just in his football pants, no pads. He turned his body toward the voice he had heard. His big chest and defined abs glistening with light sweat and smooth. Mike’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but smile. “It is you! I’m sorry to bother you but I was just—“ his excitement was cut short by the deep voice of the man.
“How did you even get in here?” He scoffed.
“Uh…the door was open…” Mike said timidly, his excitement shattered by the attitude of his hero. “I didn’t mean to bother you; I was just hoping I could get your autograph?”
“Jesus Christ with you kids! Sign this, sign that, can I have your jersey? Can I have a ball...Can I have some peace and quiet!?” He exclaimed.
Mike’s eyes fell from the muscular god-like frame of his favorite sports star ever. He shuffled a little bit in his place, feeling just as timid as all the other popular kids in his school made him feel. “I-i-I’m sorry sir…. it’s just...you’re my favorite player of all time. I did not mean to bother you…I’ll leave.” Hanging his head in shame and sadness Mike slowly turned to exit. As he turned, Chad’s eyes were staring at the teenager and could not help but notice a rather large bulge in Mike’s shorts. He was shocked at the size, it was clearly not hard, but clearly huge. Chad gulped as he stared at it, his cock began to stir in his football pants. He wasn’t sure what was coming over him. He wasn’t gay, but he couldn’t help but wonder what the boy was hiding in those cheap shorts. “Wait…” he exclaimed, almost as weakly as Mike’s first words were. “I’m sorry kid…come here.” Chad said as he stared at the bulge even more.
Mike’s eyes lit up again, but being so excited that his idol was talking to him, he did not notice where Chad’s eyes were fixed. Chad sat on the bench and pulled out a sharpie from his duffle bag and waved Mike over. “Here, let me sign that” he said nodding to the jersey on Mike. Mike quickly scurried over, thinking that this moment was just as fleeting and he did not want to miss his chance. Chad grabbed the jersey lightly on the bottom-right, near Mike’s big soft bulge. He noticed that there was no authentic sticker on it, something that was on all official jerseys. “Uh…kid…this is a fake jersey.” Chad said, looking up, his face level with Mike’s bulge at this point.
Mike’s eyes were filled with embarrassment and he couldn’t help but blush. “It was all my dad could afford after buying me these tickets…your jerseys are pretty expensive.” Mike said. Chad glanced back down at Mike’s massive soft bulge and then beamed a big smile up at Mike. Chad’s long, muscular arm stretched back into his duffle bag and he pulled out his jersey. “Here kid, take this one.”
Mike almost choked as he gasped. “REALLY!?” He almost shouted as he grasped the jersey from Chad. Chad couldn’t help but chuckle and he nodded. “Yea kid, put it on.” He said, leaning back some so he could get a good view of this guy before him. Mike wasted no time and peeled off the cheap, fake jersey, exposing his smooth lean frame to his idol. He fumbled with the real jersey a bit in excitement as Chad’s eyes flickered all around this teenager’s beautiful body. Mike slipped the jersey over his hat covered head and radiated with pride as it fell and covered his body once again. “There ya go kid, that’s better right?” Chad asked as he patted the tight abs of Mike, the jersey too long for Mike, since his idol was so much taller, but he didn’t care. Mike nodded quickly and watched Chad grab the same corner and go to sign his name and write a message. He watched Chad’s left hand, holding the bottom-seam of the jersey and tugging it to give him a nice surface to write on. His right-hand scribbling away. His left hand slowly slid inward towards Mike’s bulge to allow him to keep signing. The back of Chad’s hands lightly brushed Mike’s bulge as he finished his signature. Chad’s cock stirred once more. He blushed and glanced up at Mike, who was too excited about the autograph to even notice. Chad left his hand there and rubbed some more. “Damn kid, you’re a stud huh?” Chad asked.
