I just got to him at the same time as a burly defensive Linebacker. The opposing fans were cheering wildly as our running back was Lifted clean off his feet and then rudely planted onto the turf in a vicious tackle.

It would have been all over if our running back still had the ball. But of course, he didn't. And as soon as fans on both sides realized the play wasn't dead yet, the stadium erupted. And so I ran for my life, the ball tucked tight to my body with my heart pounding and that thunderous roar filling up my ears.

I mean, come on, it's the last play of the game in High School football. Didn't everyone know what was coming? Don't you people watch movies? I figured even my mom knew we were going to do a trick play, and she doesn't have a clue about football.

A deep baritone voice boomed "REVERSE!!!" from the near sideline, an opposing coach frantically pointing his finger at me as the defense tried to change direction in pursuit.

Immediately, a skinny cornerback had zeroed in on me and launched himself into the air right at my chest. For a brief moment, I feared I would be tackled to end the game in a loss. And to add insult to injury, my fear told me my penis would be broken so bad I wouldn't be able to have sex by Prom night.

Well, we couldn't have THAT now could we?

Off-balance, I spun around, the cornerback hitting my shoulder and bouncing harmlessly away while I stumbled and then accelerated back up to full speed.

A few more bobs and weaves and then I was in the end zone with zero time left on the clock.

Conscious thought still had not yet caught up to me. I didn't even spike the ball. But then I DID get tackled. I was flat on my back and

Nate somehow was looming over me, his facemask pressed to mine while he screamed incoherently with an elated expression on his face.

We'd won.

And my penis was still intact.

Priorities, priorities.

Monica and Ellie were all over me as soon as I emerged from the locker room, showered and ready to head home. Both girls were rubbing against my sides, Monica clearly happy for me and horny at the same time. I recognized the look in her eyes and I was desperately hoping to find a way to parlay this football success into moving up Monica's timetable into having sex RIGHT NOW.

But she glanced more than once at her best friend, and I think we both saw the same aroused fire in Ellie's eyes as well. Other boys might have had some fantasy thoughts of a threesome percolating in their heads at this point. But not me, not in this situation. All I could think was that Monica wasn't totally happy with her friend squeezing my biceps, and this would somehow prevent me from getting laid tonight.

And getting ONE girl to have sex with me was the first goal.

Then I saw my savior. "Hey Nate!"

He had a gaggle of other cheerleaders around him, his usual groupies.

He was the quarterback after all. But I waggled my eyebrows and then nodded down at Ellie, still gripping my left arm.

He got the hint and came to my rescue. A moment Later he was beside the hot dark-haired cheerleader, an arm circling around her waist. "Hey,

Ellie... great game wasn't it?"

Still in full flirt mode, Ellie turned once to my friend and then snuggled back into me. "Great game, thanks to this stud." She squeezed my arm again. "Three touchdowns and the game winner!"

"Well," I offered. "We couldn't have done it without him. Nate threw for two of those touchdowns."

“That's right," Nate drawled. His arm sank Lower until his right hand had dropped onto Ellie's tight ass. "Don't I deserve a little credit, too?"

“HEY!" Ellie squealed when Nate pinched her firm butt cheek. With her left arm trapped behind Nate, she let go of me into order to bring her right hand up to slap the presumptuous quarterback. It wasn't the first time Nate had copped a feel, and Ellie always reacted with the same playful slap. He dodged the swing easily, but more importantly, I'd been freed of Ellie and Monica took full advantage.