A World of Fantasies

I was assaulted with the world when Jona hung up, and I took in my surroundings again. It was like hitting reset on my senses. I now heard things I couldn't believe I missed a few seconds earlier. 

Almost every car in the tower was shaking or rolling as sex sounds, and dozens of rocking shock absorbers either squeaked loudly in protest or egged them on to go at it harder. I pulled the bulky netting out of my trunk with cries of "More" and "Fuck Me" getting louder. 

Street traffic had picked up in the short time I was in the parking tower. People picking up other people from UMary were parking temporarily as they kissed each other hello. I dodged one car as it left to get home. I entered through the front gates again as some people walked out without skirts, pants, or thongs. Apparently, going topless was boring here. If you wanted to get someone's attention, you showed off your other assets. Or was it just expedience for getting a quick fuck?

It was a minefield of sex once again now that all the classes were over. I saw a little of it when I left my last class, but I was assaulted with it now. People were using buildings and trees to support themselves as fucking happened all around me. In the small green space, between the stadium and the student union, I saw naked tai chi in progress.

I didn't mention this before, but the football field, the track field inside it, and the lockers were all within the second structure once you entered the campus through the official gates. We hosted many local games and outdoor events, so it was strategically built there, so the public didn't have far to walk when they came to watch. 

I happened to see another guy with the same kind of netting ensemble heading in that direction, so I followed him, hoping he was heading towards the lockers. I smiled when I saw that he was leading me towards Jona Decker. I was in the right place, now to get Jona to show me which locker was mine without having to ask him.  But as I thought that, I wondered if it would be ok if he knew I wasn't the me he knew. 

"My Baby came to Play!" he exclaimed when I was close enough. 

"Told you," I told him before he kissed me and turned to walk first into the building. I followed him, believing, hoping that he was headed towards my locker. Then we got there, and I didn't know which one to lay claim to and try to open. 

"What's wrong?" Jona asked as he sat down and started to take off his shoes. I bit my lip as I thought about what to tell him. Maybe if we were alone I would tell him the truth, but with the whole team there I told a small truth. 

"I don't remember my combination," I told him. Jona looked at me like he didn't believe me. "Really," I insisted. "I don't even know which locker is mine," I said hoping I wasn't saying too much. 

"Wow," a guy said as he stepped forward. "Ms. Stole called it, but I didn't believe it," he said to everyone. Slowly I recognized him. He was the guy that tossed me my backpack in said teacher's class. 

"Huh?" Jona asked as he stood up. 

"Joshua met with Punishment in Ms. Stole's class and he acted like he never rode it before," the boy said as I felt like I was being outed. "She thought he was trying out breath play and killed some brain cells in the process," he offered up. Now Jona turned to look at me with deep concern in his eyes. 

"Is that true?" he asked as he took a step closer to me. In all honesty, I shrugged my shoulders. 

"You're not practicing today," he told me as he walked past me to look for the coach I believed. 

"Why not?" I asked as I followed him. "I feel fine," I insisted."

"Do you know any of the plays?" Jona asked me as he stopped and turned to talk to me. 

"No," I told him. "But isn't that what practice is for?" I asked him. "It's not like I'm the quarterback, and I have to help the others," I told him, silently praying he would let me practice. 

"No, I'm the quarterback and I'm not going to let my boyfriend get injured on the field because he doesn't know when to fake left or back out of the way for a cross field throw," he told me. I stood looking at him as I felt unsure about what to say. He was right, but so was I. 

"Wait," I said as he turned to start walking away from me. I grabbed his hand, and he turned back to look at me. "How about you let me practice, and if I'm really bad, you can pull me out before I get hurt. I'll even quit the team if you still want me too," I told him. I had a feeling he didn't want Joshua on the team. Maybe it was for his, my, safety. If that was true, this offer had to be appealing to him. 

Jona looked at me as he tried to figure out a few things. I tried to keep my face as pleading as possible the entire time.  

"Ok," he eventually said before he reached out and pulled me into his chest. 

"Thank you," I told him before I kissed his collarbone and let out a breath. I didn't realize how much I wanted to play this game until I received such a chance. 

"But I'm still telling the coach," he added on. 

"Ok," I answered back. The coach should know I didn't remember what I was suppose to, even though 'remember' wasn't accurate. 

"Come on," Jona said as he pulled away and held my hand as we walked towards the coach's office. As we neared the door, we heard tell-tale sounds of fucking going on, not that it stopped Jona from trying to open the door. They apparently didn't want to be disturbed. The door turned out to be locked. So Jona had to knock to be let in. 

As we waited, his hand moved up my arm, and Jona stepped closer as he pulled me towards him by my elbow. I looked up into his face just in time for him to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth as I wrapped my arms anyway around him I could to keep him close. Our lips and mouths tasted and nibbled and sucked the other's until we moved on to new ground to explore. Jona groaned as I ground my cock and balls against the top of his thigh. I may have raised my knee a little high between his legs at the same time. 

"Oh you are begging me to fuck you aren't you?" Jona asked with a grin in his voice before his head ducked lower, and he bit my piercing to pull on my nipple. 

"AAaHh!" I screamed out as I dug my fingers into his body. "YES!" I shouted in answer to his question. "I'm begging you," I cried out. 

"You're too late," A new voice said as it broke into our little two-person world. I turned and saw that the door to the coach's office was open, and there standing in the doorway were three people. Only one of them wore part of a version of the student's uniform, so I believed the other two were the coach and the assistant coach. "Mr. Doxon and Mr. Decker, it's time for practice," the older of the two said in our direction. 

"Yes," Jona said as he pushed my leg down so he could turn towards the coach. "About that," he paused to glance at me. "Josh is having memory issues and doesn't remember any of our plays," he told them. Everyone turned to look at me. I just looked back. I had nothing to add. "I have concerns about his safety," Jona flatly stated. 

"I'll leave you to your coaching," the guy said before he walked past us holding his shirt and wearing his short shorts so low that it was clear that he wasn't wearing any underwear. I think he had on shoes. 

"How do you feel?" the younger guy asked me. 

"I feel fine," I answered. 

"And what do you remember about playing football?" the other guy asked me.

"Playing?" I asked as I looked at Jona. 

"He doesn't remember anything," he told them. "He doesn't even know which locker is his or the combination," Jona continued. Once again, I just watched them as they watched me. 

"Fine," the head coach said as he reached out and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I think he was the head coach just because he was the oldest person here. He was also Jona's height and of course, was built like everyone else I've seen. His hair was buzzed cut and light brown. "You can shadow us on the sidelines and when you feel like jumping back in you can," he said as we walked away from Jona and the other coach. Soon we were back in the locker room, and the guys there turned to look at us as we arrived. 

"Listen up," the coach said to get everyone's attention. Guys from the other aisles pushed their way forward to find out what was going on. "Mr. Doxon is being side lined to relearn the ins and out of playing the game since he's been indulging in other activities lately," he shared without having heard what Ms. Stole thought. "I want all of you to help with his re-education of the sport. No question is too dumb for you to answer. Is that understood?" he asked everyone. 

"Yes Coach!" they loudly answered. He nodded his head, and I could see he was proud of them at that moment. 

"Decker," he then called out as he turned around to look for Jona. 

"Yes Coach," he said as he walked out from behind us. 

"I want you to spend extra time with your boy off the field going over old plays, and such," Coach told Jona as he laid his other arm across his shoulder too. 

"Yes Coach," Jona answered again. It wasn't what either of us talked about, but I was safe like he wanted, and I would get to learn how to play football. So in the end, I think we both won. I smiled at Jona, and he smiled back. 

"Ok, on the field," the coach said as he walked to the doors leading outside. 

"This way," Jona said as he tugged on my skirt before walking back into the aisle we were in before. He pointed out locker six nine eight and said this was mine. He then reminded me of how lucky I had gotten with the combo for the lock that we bought for it. It was six nine eight zero. Yeah, that would be hard to forget. 

I opened my locker to find more skirts, a jersey with a big UM on the front and large fake cum spatter on the back. Or ice cream. It was possible. I also saw some jockstraps and another dildo. How many of them did I have? I picked it up and dropped it in my bag to take it home and clean it. 

"Come on," Jona said as I zipped my bag back up. "Get ready," he told me before he pushed his head through his shoulder pads. I knew I wasn't suppose to get that suited up to be on the sidelines, so I stood up and pulled off my thong to swap it with a clean jockstrap. I then pulled on the jersey over what I was already wearing. How could I still feel so exposed when my arms and chest were fully covered for the first time today? 

I stuffed my netting bag into my locker since I didn't think I was suppose to leave on the bench and jogged to catch up with Jona, who was waiting at the door for me.