Here is my entry into the: "YAY TEAM 2024 - The Sex & Sports - Author Organized Challenge." This is a (mostly) true story that I was planning to write at some point, but this Challenge was a perfect fit for it! As my author name says, everything I write is based on events in my life. Names are changed, so are some locations, but the stories, the relationships and the sex all occurred. Of course, I do spice things up and add an occasional 'twist' to every story.
This one has two distinct parts. If you like American Football, especially gameplans and strategy, start at the beginning. If you are here for the sex - scroll to the Halftime break and take it from there! You'll catch on to the plot quickly and can still enjoy.
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Each year on the weekend before Thanksgiving break, my college would have a campus-wide Flag Football tournament. Groups from across campus would put together a team of 6-12 people to compete in the day-long event. Fraternities, dorms, friends, faculty, academic groups and clubs would all register and compete against each other. Food trucks, music and other entertainment surrounded the fields where multiple games happened at the same time.
The event was designed for 'everyone' so varsity athletes (and especially football players) were banned from playing, so they generally acted as the officials for the games. There were different brackets and groups that included all-male and coed teams to keep things fair. My senior year, a group of business majors posted a sign-up sheet to play in the "academic co-ed" bracket that consisted of 16 teams, playing four rounds to crown a champion.
For those not familiar with American Flag Football - here are the basics. Each team has 6 players on the field at a time. The offense has four plays to run or pass the ball over midfield. If they make it, they have another four plays to score a touchdown. If they fail at any time, the other team gets the ball. It is a non-contact game, so not touching or tackling. Instead, players wear belts with two long strips of fabric attached with Velcro. In order to 'tackle' someone, you have to rip off one of their flags. There was no blocking, so once the ball was snapped, that person became a receiver. On defense, you could rush the quarterback but you had to make a loud five-count before rushing them. Finally, once per side of the field, the defense could yell BLITZ and rush immediately.
As the weekend approached, our team filled out with a total of 10 people. The rules stated that you had to always play 6 people at a time with at least 2 women on the field. Our roster meant we would be able to rest players throughout the game. We got together on some random weekends to practice as a group and figure out who would be best in what role.
The core of the team was Jimmy, an athletic senior that was part of my general friend group and the guy who started the sign-up sheet. Like me, he was a big football fan and he stepped up to 'run' the defensive side of the squad. Alicia was a short Latina girl who spent a ton of time in the campus gym and could probably bench press more than either me or Jimmy. Her body was compact and muscular with legs and an ass like tree trunks. At the very first practice, she juked three people out of their shoes, making her the running back of the team. Amy was a tall lanky brunette who had done track and field in high school. She showed that she could catch the ball, didn't get tired, and was willing to play both receiver and defense. Nate and Dan rounded out the team, both college bros who were in good physical shape.
As for me, I would never describe myself as an athlete - but I have always been athletic enough to compete on a casual level - cookouts, beaches, and occasional competitions. Standing at 6'2", I was generally muscular and quick. I was also a big sports fan and grew up watching football, so I understood strategies and plays. My arm, while not quite Josh Allen or Tom Brady, wasn't lame either. All of that combined, got me named as the quarterback for the team.
When the weekend arrived, Mother Nature decided to make things even more interesting with a cold snap in the region and a few inches of wet snow. Of course, being college students, this didn't slow the event. In fact, people seemed more excited than ever to be a part of it. Fire pits were added to the area, so fans and teams could stay warm. Hot chocolate, food and coffee trucks rolled in as a few thousand students flooded the athletic fields.
As I walked toward the fields with some teammates and friends, I noticed a lot of players were bundled up in thick heavy layers of coats and pants to protect themselves from the cold. I could see people slipping and sliding in wet sneakers or clomping around in heavy boots. I went with a different strategy. Like I said, I was average at a LOT of sports. So, I raided my closet and put together a mix and match for the day. From my skiing clothes, I grabbed my skin-tight long johns and a bunch of heat packs to put in my clothes. I wore a pair of grey sweatpants and an arctic-gear hoody under a loose Joe Montana jersey. I bought a few pairs of gloves at a sporting goods store that were designed for football players and finally, grabbed my cleats I wore to play in a local softball league. A neoprene headband covered my ears and I was ready to go. Unlike so many others, I wasn't wearing a ton of heavy layers, and my cleats gave me a bit of traction without being clunky boots.
I also had my secret weapons in my bag. Multiple pairs of dry socks and gloves and most importantly, heat packs. They were the palm-sized chemical packs that skiers use to stay warm and I had gone to a local ski shop and purchased a case. That meant we were all able to tuck them in our shoes, gloves, or gear to keep warm. I had enough that we could change them out as they cooled over the course of the day.
Lish obviously had the same idea. She was in a pair of skin tight ski pants that accentuated her legs and ass. She wore similar underarmour gear with a sweatshirt and gloves. On her feet were a pair of Nike hiking boots that looked light but weatherproof. She also made a show of tucking two of the heat packs into the cups of her sports bra to "keep her core warm". Amy wore a pair of shimmering all-weather tights that stretched with her every move. She followed Lish's lead and tucked heat pads into some of her more private areas. Watching the two of them gear up and stretch, if it hadn't been for the tight layers I was wearing, my swelling cock would have been visible to everyone on the field.
As we prepared for the first game, against a team of poly-sci majors, I gathered the offense together. We went through some options from practice, and I said we were going to put two receivers on my left, one on my right. A center to snap the ball and a running back with me for handoffs. Rather than having everyone run willy-nilly around in the cold, I explained the simple plays for the game. I knew that most of the other teams would play a man-to-man defense, which means everyone on defense would pick a person on offense and try to run as close to them as possible. The best way to mess them up was to have people running and criss-crossing to cause confusion.
So, I told the players before each play a few options. "Go" which meant run as fast as they could down the field and look for the ball. 'Timing Slant' which meant count 3 or 5 seconds in their head and then run in a different direction. 'Steps' which was the same thing except the receiver would count their steps before making their cut. Finally, I told Alicia, to watch my right hand. If I clenched my fist, I was going to toss it to her. If I opened my hand, she was to go out for a pass.
This simple set of plays allowed us to roll through the first game. I told people things like "OK, receivers. Step 5. Jimmy left, Amy & Dan right. Jarod, after the snap, go." Because I roughly knew where my receivers were going to be, it made it easy to throw short passes to get the yards we needed. Then, as soon as the defense were focused on covering passes, I tossed it to Alicia for an easy run for a touchdown.
On defense, I was able to sit out and let others get in the game. I walked around the sideline, keeping myself loose and warm. My girlfriend, Katrina, came down to watch the early games and hung out on the sideline with me. Kat was 5'4" with long dark curly hair that fell past her shoulders. She had a Mediterranean complexion, and big brown almond-shaped eyes. She was built like an athlete - certainly not slim, but not heavy either, more solid or muscular. Then there were her huge, full breasts that (at 22 years old) were still high and firm on her torso. Naked, they hung perfectly down showing their size and weight. When she would wear a bra with a low-cut top - they were immediate attention-grabbers. I'd be straight-up lying if I said that her breasts weren't always my favorite part of her body. Not that you could see any of this under her bulky coat, hat, gloves, and boots.
"I'm glad I could come down for a bit" she said, her breath visible in the cold air.
"Me too. What time do you have to head back?"
"I'm on duty starting at 6:00." Kat was a resident assistant in one of the female dorms and had drawn that night to be on duty for the dorm, which meant she had to be on the floor, in her room and available if any students needed her.
"And" she added, "I still have to work on my Comm paper this afternoon. So, I'll probably head up early. That way when you're done, we can get food delivered and hang out in my room tonight."
When I took the field again, we repeated the same strategy and scored for the second time. The other team only had eight players and tired out quicker than our squad. When they didn't score on two consecutive possessions, we knew we were going to advance.
Shortly after, the team was celebrating our first victory of the day. We all bundled back up and hit the various food and beverage stands while we waited for our next game. Kat waited as I took off my cleats, put some heat packs inside them and switched them with a pair of boots in my bag.
"You're insane, you know that, right?" she chided me.
"Babe, you know how competitive I get. I've got a bunch more planned and, in my head, if we need it today."
About an hour later, we all migrated to a different field for our next matchup. I put on dry socks and gloves and shifted my heat packs. Unlike the first game, the group of psychology students we faced had 12 players and had some faster, more athletic people. We were still able to move the ball but so were they. One of their players was a tall, muscular girl who was faster than anyone on the field, on either team. Their entire playbook seemed to be "have her run past everyone and throw her the ball." They were scoring with only three or four TOTAL plays while we were still taking all our downs to work our way up the field.
Each possession, we would trade scores and I started to worry that we were one mistake away from falling behind. As I stewed and schemed on the sideline, Alicia came up to me.
"Jay" she started. "She's the only fast one on the whole team." Her piercing, brown eyes were sparkling with an idea. "Which means she can only cover one of us. She's covering Adam all the time. What if he lines up on the left with the rest of us on the right and we all just 'go'? Then, you just throw it up there. One of us will catch it."
"You're a fucking genius, Lish." Ironically, our gloved high-five occurred just as the girl sprinted down the field past us for another touchdown. When we took the field the next time, we did what Alicia suggested. Adam was on the far left all alone, with Speedy Chick covering him. All three other receivers and Alicia stacked to my right. Sure enough, while Adam was covered like a blanket, three of my teammates were wide open. I hurled the ball as far as I could and watched as Dan pulled it in for a touchdown.
As I walked to the sideline, I grabbed Jimmy.
"Hey, new plan. Can you play safety? Basically, forget the quarterback and double cover speedy over there?"
"Yup. We take her out, nobody else can do much."
The adjustments we made were enough to keep the other team from scoring and we were able to advance with another win to the third round.
Unfortunately, by that point we were all starting to wear out. We started off cold, but the weather had warmed just enough to make the field more of a soggy, muddy, cold mess. I was pulling the heat packs out of my gear because I was starting to sweat. Because I had sacrificed warmth for movement, I could feel the moisture starting to seep through the layers I was wearing. Our late gameplan change of having everyone run deep and me just hurling the ball as far as I could had my shoulder and arm aching. My feet felt cold and soggy and my body was starting to tighten up. I noticed that a lot of our players had lost the fun 'spark' from earlier in the day and were now just slogging through. Even Alicia looked tired, her ever-present smile disappearing when nobody was looking.
I grabbed my bag while we all went to the food area to wait for the next game. Kat grabbed my arm as we headed to a taco truck to grab a bite.
