Sport Fucking - Ch. 1
#1 of Sport Fucking
A fan of competitive fucking goes to his first college match
I always wanted to play for my high school's penetration team, but I was too scared. Being a bear, I'm well built, and I'm well hung. Having a big dick doesn't help when you're scored on how much of your dick goes in the other player, though. Being on the pen team was the ultimate sign of manliness. Losing on the pen team got you labelled as a homo. You see, pen is all about dominance. A good player breaks the other player mentally, and coaches think gays want to be dominated, so we are discouraged from trying out. That never stopped me from going to matches.
There were always a few small, flamboyant furs cheering in the front of every crowd. I'd sit a few rows behind them and gently rub my dick through gym shorts. A player from our school would meet a player from another school in the middle of the gym by a large, regulation sized mattress. They'd almost always come out in only briefs, but some of the bigger players would wear a singlet under with holes cut out. Two of my favorites would do this, and I hated it. The players rolled down their briefs and stretched a bit while the coaches lubed up the players' cocks. A whistle would blow, and the two would go at it.
Most things that would cause permanent damage were banned, but almost everything else was legal. Each match went for ten minutes, and the goal was to get your dick up the opponent's ass as far as possible. The tip was worth half a point, the whole head was worth a full point, and down to the base was worth three points. If the whistle blew to signal a point, you had to pull out and get back to starting positions. These beasts would get pretty savage. Roaring and chest pounding were common. Giant furs would lift each other and slam each other down. You could smell the testosterone from the seats. I loved it.
College teams are a bit different. High school pen is seen as a way for young men to take out aggression. Colleges have full on Sport Fucking teams. The game is very similar, but the first fur to cum in the opponent wins. I picked the nearest college with a high-ranked team. One of my favorite players from high school was drafted there, too.
The crowd was very similar to a pen game, only angrier. I could smell a bloodlust in the air. The crowd started chanting when the first two players began to emerge. I couldn't quite make it out. It was super early in the season, so both players were from my college. The first one was a mighty lion. He looked a bit older than me. His trimmed beard grew evenly, merging with his chest hair and coming to a point above his belly button. He was built like I'd never seen a lion built before. His massive arms and chest sat above a powerful looking belly. His dick was already hard without needing help from the coach. It stretched his briefs far enough for the crowd to see the base of his thick penis. I made out the cheers.
"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"
I guessed the lion was Chuck because I recognized the other player. Luke was my favorite player from High School. He was a bull with the perkiest tits I'd even seen on a male. His arms and legs were big. His whole body was covered in a thick layer of fat that gave him a strong looking bubble butt. His shoulders were as wide as a doorframe. To top it all off, singlets were illegal in Sport Fucking. I finally got to see his whole body.
The two players dropped their pants. Chuck was swaying confidently as if he was bored. Luke stood fast as if he had something to prove. The coaches lubed up the equipment and gave little pep talks. Luke was still getting up his erection. The whistle blew.
The lion roared and leapt across the mattress, grabbing Luke by the horns. Luke mooed and shoved at him, but Chuck still shoved him to his knees. He forced his dick between Luke's lips and against his teeth. Biting is very illegal, so Luke had to find another way out. Chuck pressed harder into his teeth until Luke had to give in. The massive lion dick almost choked poor Luke. Chuck fucked his mouth hard and fast. Oral isn't illegal, but it doesn't get any points, even if you do cum. It's mostly used to tease and humiliate an opponent.
Luke looked like he was about to pass out from the intense thrusting in his face. He reached his hand behind Chuck's back and worked a finger into his hole. Chuck grabbed his cheeks, letting go of Luke's horns, and Luke slipped backwards. The crowd booed. Chuck seemed to be the favorite. Luke was hard now, seemingly out of pure anger. His dick was thick, hard, and pulsing. You could almost see steam coming off of it. Chuck was crouched a bit, looking for an opportunity. Luke walked up slowly, swatting all of Chuck's attempted grabs. He grabbed Chuck by the top of the head and threw him face first into the ground.
The crowd was silent.
Luke straddled Chuck's ass and pried open his muscley cheeks. He spit into the lion's hole. Spit lube was the greatest sign of disrespect in the sport. Chuck started to regain himself and tried to push himself up. Luke pushed Chuck's shoulders into the ground and thrust. Chuck's scream echoed through the silent gym.
The crowd went wild.
Luke began thrusting hard. There was no sympathy in this fuck. Chuck struggled under him, but it was useless. Luke's shins slid across the mattress, his hands holding the lion down bearing most of his substantial weight. His big bull balls slapped loudly against Chuck's ass. My dick was hard and angry, the head peeking out of the bottom of my shorts. I was grateful that the crowd was mostly focused on the match.
Mostly.
The chipmunk sitting next to me reached over and started stroking me. He didn't look at me, and I didn't look at him. I watched my high school crush hate fuck a powerful beast in all his naked glory. His tits bounced so perfectly in rhythm with his thrusts. That massive ass jiggled in the air. His opponent struggling to get free through tears. Luke's thrusts slowed and got more powerful. I tensed up. The chipmunk put his other hand in front of my dick to catch my cum. Luke let out a loud, primal moo to signal the end of the match. I came at the same time as him. The chipmunk caught it as the crowd stood to cheer.
I looked over to see the chipmunk licking it off his hands. He was a fat little thing, maybe two heads shorter than me, and adorable. He smiled at me with big, green eyes, then stood to applaud with the crowd. I barely knew Luke from High School, but I still wanted to congratulate him, so I slipped out and headed to the locker room.